Tam Fam Lit Jam – Poetry Readings

Very excited to share this news.

I will be presenting at the “Tam Fam Lit Jam” event on June 9, 2018, from 4.00PM – 6.00PM, at 499 Church Street.
From the Event page:

The Tam Fam Lit Jam will be a bilingual evening of readings from established and emerging Tamil poets/authors.

The event will feature:
P. Ahilan
Fathima Cader
Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Geetha Sukumaran
Pallavi Suresan

The readings will be followed by an open mic, so bring your poems, prose, comics, plays, comedy, Instagram posts, whatever you like, and share your literary skills! The open mic slots are short, but they can be effective.
We’re hoping this event will be the first of many, so we will be on the lookout for future features to welcome to the Tam Fam Lit Jam!

The event is curated by the Tamil Symposium Collective at the York Centre for Asian Research and the Qelvi Arts Collective.

 

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Unseen Darkness, Collabs, and ANBU

“Unseen Darkness” is one of my favourite pieces and most powerful collaborations. It 9d08101b-a66a-4afa-8a72-093db0e4dee4
provided me with an opportunity to work with the talented at artist, Thiviyaa Sehasothy of Art by Thiviyaa, and Dilani Bala, Photographer extraordinaire. But as in the true nature of collabs, this piece extended past the three of us, and has a story of many admirable people/women.
Below I want to share my story, as that is the one I can speak to.

Where does this story begin?… In many different places, with many different people.

It began with a post about VAW shared across three Instagram channels.

It began when Thiviyaa created a beautiful piece from the (just as soul speaking) work of Dilani.

It began with a phone call to Thiviyaa, asking if she would want to create a piece for this poem.

It began when Abuse Never Becomes Us (ANBU) asked me if I had a photo to accompany the poem. I said, “Not yet, but there is only one person I want to ask.”

It began with ANBU, who reached out to me to share a piece for their March 2017 Newsletter.

It began with the stellar performance of my friend Sathya Thillainathan, who told Anbu about my poetry after she performed at their launch event.

It began from conversations with survivors; legal workers; counselors; politicians,  and groups, like the South Asian Women’s Centre; the South Asian Legal Clinic of Ontario; Canadian Council of Muslim Women; Againcourt Community Services Association; with conversations with activists like Deepa Mattoo, Farrah Khan, Maryum Anis and others.

It began with sitting on municipal; provincial; national roundtables and strategy meetings; asking “white” women to understand that, not all violence could be seen.

It began with projects on Gender Based Violence; Violence Against Women; Honour Based Violence and asking people to look past their conception of race, culture, and violence.

It began with conversations with my family and friends.

It began with personal experiences.

It began…

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**Previously shared on Instagram.

Author’s Note: Just a note, even if you are not directly mentioned you have impacted my life, story and work. This story, specifically was the story of “unseen darkness”.

Week 6: Purpose

They don’t understand.
they can try stealing my magic,
But it is the infinite will of the universe.

Recharging and replenishing.
Connected to a neverending stream
that fuels the light in the expanse.

They don’t understand.
They cannot steal
what is freely given.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

 

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© Pexel (image courtesy of Pixabay) 

 

 

Week 2/ 2018: Cracked

You may give me pain
but you can never hurt me,
that privilege is reserved
for those who have burrowed
into this masochistic heart.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: I have truly missed challenging myself and posting. Thus, I am very excited to share this poem – these words have been in my head all week, teasing and playing around but not taking form until today. I love the title so much – courtesy of my sister.  As she said – it’s about being 50/50. Caring and not; making room and closing up; allowing those dear to hold power while ignoring the words of toxic people. It is about being cracked… being human.

339/2017: Nephew

A short little acrostic
Just to say how
I remember, you thought
That I would spend the year
Hiding behind acrostics.

Please, my dear nephew,
Remember, I told you
Always try something new
So you don’t remain stagnant
And always keep learning.
Do you dare to follow my footsteps?

Seeing that it’s your birthday, and
Unconditionally, you are loved,
Kindness and compassion your best qualities,
Uncompromisingly you give and protect,
Making sure your treasure those you love
And so I end with a simple
Reminder, acrostics aren’t always an easy way out.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: So it is my nephew’s 21st birthday today and I am really proud of the young man that he is becoming. It has been my blessing and privileged to be a part of his life and watch him grow and I look forward to seeing him continue on in his journey.

HAPPY 21st Birthday Ajith!!!

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Because he likes this photo and it was a toss up between this and 2 year old him