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Announcement: Something Different by Scarborough Arts

I am very proud to share some exciting news.  This year three of my poems have been chosen to appear in Scarborough Arts Juried Exhibition and book – The Big Art Book: Something Different.

Scarborough Art’s theme for the Big Book this year really spoke to me; “Something Different” is about celebrating what makes each creator different and unique. Through this theme the acknowledge the unique worldview of every artist and the ways in whichangmmngcimhnjlbo this creates and sparks dialogue.

I will admit finding the poems that reflected what made me unique as an artist was the hardest thing I had ever done (especially within the word count limits). In the end, I settled on 3 poems that spoke to the core of who I am; what I grew up believing in; what inspired me; and where I struggle with my craft.

I was very blessed to have all three poems chosen for publication.

To my sisters” – One of the first poems that I wrote when I began my 2016 challenge. It was my way to thank the many wonderful women in my life – from my mom; sister; aunts; mom’s best friends; my best friends; cousins; and so on. Women who taught me what it means to be strong, gentle, kind, brave, smart, beautiful and loving. Women who taught me how to walk in the rain and sun.

Titles” – A more recent poem, Titles has always been my creative frustration. I admit that I loved academia because the title of your paper was just a combination of the words that made you sound the smartest (partially kidding). In honesty, writing a title is my final act of creating a poem, and thus it has always been my least favourite activity. I am never to end a poem nor let it go into the world.

Strong Women in Summer Storms” – I think — no– I know I was feeling romantic that day. I looked at the people I knew- the women, whose very nature transforms everything around them and I felt such gratitude for women who don’t heed the way that things were always done. For women, who love even when the world and media tells them that they are not enough. I looked at the men, the causes, the people that these women loved and how much life they gave, and it reminded me of summer storms. Full of passion and wildness – and I went huh, that’s all the women I know, even the ones who make you believe they are quiet.

Manivillie+&+ThiviyaaSpeaking of powerful and inspiring women –  I am so proud and excited to say not only did the phenomenal Thiviyaa Seha, the artist behind Art by Thiviyaa,  also have all 3 of her submissions chosen BUT her work was chosen to be displayed as Juror’s Choice display. I am so proud and moved to see the work of this masterful artist getting the recognition she deserves.

There are very few places that we get to celebrate and share exhibits. Scarborough Arts Big Art Book gives me the chance to share a creative legacy with someone I truly love and admire. For that opportunity, Scarborough Arts and the Big Art Book will always have a special place in my heart.

Here is a sneak peak of Thiviyaa’s breathtaking work – definitely come check it out in person.

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The opening reception is free and open to everyone. Please RSVP using the link below.

WHAT: Something Different Opening Reception
WHEN: Saturday, December 2, 2017, from 1-4 PM
WHERE: Cedar Ridge Creative Centre, 225 Confederation Drive
RSVP: http://bit.ly/2mw7YWl
Facebook Event Page:https://www.facebook.com/events/128355587937555/

For more information, contact 416-698-7322 or info@scarborougharts.com.

 

AN: apologies for the earlier post – you stop blogging for a while and forget how to do everything.

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Day 354: The Reasons Why We Are No Longer Friends 

**AN: Apologies for the repost – For some reason WordPress moved this post from yesterday, December 19, 2016, to published on December 3, 2016**

You willfully linger in the
empty dark
doubting both,
the beauty of the night
and fearful of embracing the light.

So, you tightly wrap that shawl
of possession tighter,
holdings on to others,
scared and scarred to trust
your own power,
the strength of your legs
grounded and holding up up.

Instead you prop your weight,
stealthly and quiety
on the backs on those,
so unsure of what they
really weigh, they don’t
notice the added burden
of your fears.

Those bitter dreams
and fallen promises,
Tied in place
by wills of ancestors,
too scared to leap and fly,
instead you build wings from
the feathers of others
not realizing,
it’s your own will
that keeps you afloat.

Thus, as much as I would like
to loan you my wind,
to help you stay up
the currents of my life
I can no longer direct to you.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Posted in Free verse

Day 353: Serendipity

My home is a luminous pearl
in the Indian Ocean
I am told.
An iridescent drop
of Buddha’s tears,
haunting and beautiful.

This home I collect,
through historical memory.
People, places, and spices,
teasing the edges of my senses,
like the ebbs and flows of waves
on the beaches of Colombo –
or is it Jaffna –
I can no longer recollect,
as snow sticks to my shoes now,
the sand, long fallen off.

My destiny is to wonder,
the pundits tell me.
The part of my hair,
never falling straight,
a zigzagged road home.
My feet too wide,
and steps to quick
to stay rooted.
A future prescribed
by ancestral physiology.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Posted in Free verse

352: Endings Revisited

I know you are toxic for me,
but I pretend that I am immune,
to all the ways your energy draws
the peace of my mind.

I lie to myself that
closing the door is enough
and I don’t need to lock it
because you won’t push
it wide open just to
hear the sound of it bang.

This time, I need to confront,
who I am and who I want to be
realizing that the only pieces
missing to complete the puzzle
of me are one worn out of shape,
by being too long in your possession.

So I am taking back,
all the bits I left behind,
each time I said, “later.”
instead of goodbye.
Because there is no reason
for this ending to remain
unfinished.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Posted in Free verse

Day 350: Curly Hair

The texture of my life
is not bound by the
straightness of my hair.

Though you try to tell me,
that my dreams can
only be achieved by the
light reflecting off
the glow of my
porcelain skin,
available today
for the easy
purchase of my
identity.

If the wishes I have
can come true by
forgetting
the part of me that
connects our shared
histories and ancestors,

Then keep your white washed
fantasies, because I
dominate in the dark,
armored by colours kissed
by the sun,
and my big curly hair
reminding the world,
I am untamed
and I will not
shrink my presence
to fit comfortably
in your pocket.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: When I was writing this poem, this picture came to my mind, and I had to include it.

The photo is courtesy of my very talented friend Ramya from Ramya J Images, in Toronto. For on of her birthdays, we had a photo shoot to help build her portfolio – the pictures from that even remain some of my favorite to date 🙂 Such a talented photographer, filmmaker, storyteller, and artist.

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