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National Poetry Day 2018: We are the persistance

 

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Christchurch Feminist Poets presents an evening of spoken word poetry that will move you, inspire you and make you think about society today and the ongoing struggle for equality. Bringing together a stellar group of Christchurch’s most powerful and thought provoking poets, this event is a unique opportunity to hear a cross section of voices, all driven to make the world a better place. Featuring Tusiata Avia, Ray Shipley, Alice Anderson, Rebecca Nash and Isla Martin, this event will immerse the audience in poetry that is as diverse as it is uplifting.

 

 

Poetry Day audio invite: An excellent celebration of poetry on Lately with Karyn Hay

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From RNZ:

We’re getting listeners to download our Voxpop app onto their smartphones and read a two minute poem so we can play it on air during the show all week.
If you write poems and would like to read one to be heard on Lately with Karyn Hay next week on RNZ National, we’d love to hear it. Download the RNZ Voxpop App from the Appstore or wherever you get your apps, and read a short poem of up to two minutes onto it. Simple as that. Make sure you say who you are, and what it’s called and – if you like, other deets such as where it’s been published. Karyn will play it on air next week on her show. We already have lots of poems to play, some from published authors, others from complete novices. Have a go! And please, share away!!

Instructions for the app:

1. To download the VoxPop app search for “RNZ VoxPop” in the app store on your iPhone or android phone.

You can find also find the app here:

VoxPop Apple
VoxPop Android

2. Give yourself a username and give the app permission to use the microphone.

3. Select the question you wish to answer and it will bring up the microphone to begin recording.

4. Touch the microphone in the red circle to begin recording and then touch it again to end recording. You can “replay” to listen back and if you are happy hit the “publish” button to send the reading to us.

If you have any issues or questions email me: ceinwen.curtis@radionz.co.nz

 

National Poetry Day

 

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2017 National Poetry Day calendar launched

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2017 CALENDAR OF EVENTS IS LAUNCHED!

To celebrate its 20th anniversary, Phantom Billstickers National Poetry Day offers its most ambitious and wide-ranging programme of events yet.

This year’s packed programme features more than 100 dynamic and accessible events, workshops and competitions, featuring acclaimed poets, new voices, young writers, and poetry enthusiasts. From Slam Poetry to sonnets, from stages to pavements, poetry will be created and enjoyed in a myriad of venues around the country: cafes, bars, schools, university campuses, community centres, retirement villages, marae, libraries and theatres – as well as on buses, trains and ferries.

For full information about all events, including places, venues, times, tickets and more, go to the Phantom Billstickers National Poetry Day 2017 Calendar of Events.

My National Poetry Day Suite of Poems: Magnolia Wilson’s ‘Dear Sister’

 

 

 

Dear Sister,

I write to you this morning from my desk overlooking the garden. I can see Toby clearing grass from beside the path where I walked this morning. The way my shoes crunch upon the white pebbles on the path, I find it pleases me. There is something about our clothes, the taffeta, silks, stitched leather of our shoes, the sounds they make against the world, brushing upon things, rustling, that satisfies me so much and I do not know why. I wonder if any person from the past of the future has thought or will think the same. Oh, I like the way this stiff linen cuff feels brushing against this paper as I write, or, I love the sound of mother’s shoes clicking deeply on the cool marble of the passageway.

This morning the sun rose like jewellery, only, so much more than jewellery and less of that lonely feeling that gifts of precious stones and metals gives me. What is it with men and things. Here is this little transparent chunk of earth, stick it to your finger and now give me your person, your selfhood, your body, all the hours of the rest of your days. My heart belongs to mornings like this one. It was my own. The world was still and alive and I could hear men in the distance beginning to husband their animals. A far away dog was barking, someone calling out to her children.

 

 

©Magnolia Wilson