Showing posts with label Videopoetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Videopoetry. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Book Trailer - A Poet Speaks of Empire


As I began to think about a new book trailer, I realized that what I wanted was something simple yet powerful, much like the book’s cover. The project came together rather quickly and I think that I achieved my aims - you be the judge.


Click the play button below or cut and paste one of the following links into your internet browser to see the book trailer for my forthcoming book, A Poet Speaks of Empire. Enjoy!

                           http://animoto.com/play/9UL8vHmMOCsrC2uIjNS5LA#
                                                            or
                           http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VoumFKvl6A



The verse used in the book trailer is from the first poem of the book, aptly entitled, “A Poet Speaks of Empire.” It concerns a new era for the continent of Africa, for the rising bourgeoisie and the continent’s children. The poem is a rallying cry, a call to action for all segments of society - seize the new day bright with opportunity. The poem touches on the continent’s great past, more than a millennium of empire stretching from the Atlantic across the Sahara, notes the troubles faced in the post-colonial era, and imagines a grand future to come - an “ancient longing” comes “fresh on the heels of broken beginnings.” Click on each image to read the text which accompanies each photograph.

As for the photography featured in the background of the verse, each photograph captures a cathartic moment for the figure who is performing a West-African dance. The figure jumps, spins and reaches for a new destiny.

The background music in the book trailer is by Asa. The song is called “The Way I Feel.”  The singer-songwriter is Paris-born but Nigerian-raised. She is relatively new to the music scene, but she is very popular at home in Africa and abroad. She has opened for the likes of John Legend and Beyonce. Look out for more from this legend in the making!

I welcome your thoughts and comments! Please forward this to anyone you think may be interested.


Friday, May 20, 2011

Book Trailer


                                                                Now available on Amazon!
                                                                            Buy it now!

"This is a great piece of work. The very talented January Nicole Wilson's poetry captivated me from the first verse. She has assembled a profound and inspirational collection -- even better than her previous book, Contemplating Eve. And don't miss the artwork, which includes some very evocative pieces. I highly recommend it."      -Xavier Martin, Editor & Consultant

"After reading Contemplating Eve, I had to have A Dawn Run Hot with Morning. I loved it! Collectively the poems encapsulate life. They paint pictures of irrepressible joy and hope, the shock of unexpected but inevitable darkness, and acknowledges those who help us embrace an imperfect world."       -Lolethia Kibble, Educational Administrator

"What an extraordinary writer!"     -LaVerne Holmes, Entrepreneur

Monday, March 14, 2011

My Reading from Contemplating Eve: The Collected Works




Yawns and laughter are contagious
child-like laughter
the clapping up of spirits
I can feel your eyes graze my face
as you search me from one side to another
now your silence  
evidence of an active inner life
shameless
when I look at you I know
just how ephemeral sadness is
and although you are now gone
even still
your spirit abides in me
go softly, go gently


*

Climb into this tender loving place, which are
my arms. Lay your head next to my
heart and hear it beat.

Be lulled, be warmed
soothingly to sleep.

Climb up my bosom and the side of my face,
through my tight tendrils and arrive
dreaming.

Think of my gentle whisper, my soft touch.
Know that as I envelop your lithe frame
that I hold you closely,
dearly to my soul.


 *

Love

Love is…
constant
Love is…
knowing
Love is…
That we cannot hold each other more dearly

Love is…
Joy
Love is…
My joy
Love is…
Your joy
Love is…
Never letting go

You see my parents taught me how to love.
I had forgotten entirely what mattered--


But, then there is you.
And, now there is you.