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  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    Joseph Masanga 

    Biography

    Picture 015Joseph Masanga was born on March 17th 1983 in the Democratic Republic of Congo. He has lived in Hungary since 1992. He started writing at the age of 16, first it was just rhymes for fun, but then he started writing more and more seriously on different subjects. Still, he keeps the childlike attitude he had since he started writing poetry. He believes that “poetry is a gift from God, it should be natural and enjoyable and definitely not forced.”

    Joseph’s Books

    The Eleventh Finger

    Joseph has written this book from what he has felt in certain moments of his life to what he saw in nature, from the inside to the outside and sometimes from the outside to the inside. The Eleventh Finger is a book of poetry talking about enlightenment, love, passion, pain and mystery. The title itself is a mystery – a symbol. His motivation for writing this book is mainly to  share his talent with the world. Joseph  wanted to share what God gave him from the world, sharing his experiences, his thoughts, and the knowledge that he has gained throughout his whole life journey.

    Other Publications

    Contact Joseph

    MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/josephmasanga

    Email: hungarian_wiggah@hotmail.com

     
  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    Cre8 

    From nothing to something,

    From spirit to matter,

    This is how it goes,

    When creation is on fire;

    Every move is a step,

    Every moment counts,

    Inspiration taking control,

    The mind is the only influence,

    Either it accepts it,

    Or it does not,

    From an idea to an action,

    From the invisible to the visible.

    Author: Joseph Masanga

     
  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    Olivia Cannizzaro 

    Olivia’s Biography

    Ever since Olivia was a little girl, she loved to create, using any medium available – even things her parents would throw away. As Olivia got older, that desire to create grew with further.

    At 14 years old, Olivia realised her love for drawing:

    “I was on an airplane headed for Texas and bought a few fashion magazines to read during the flight. I started nonchalantly sketching a model from a Chanel ad onto a page from my journal. After finishing it, I was surprised to see that it actually looked somewhat like the photo. I enjoyed drawing it so much that I was drawing the entire flight. That’s when I knew art was something I wanted to do as a hobby.”

    Olivia carried on drawing portraits for a few years until eventually turning to painting. The first painting was one of an actress. It was painted in acrylic paint on a small canvas and although Olivia was delving into unknown territory, painting inspired her to move her creativity in a new direction. Gradually she started to explore other mediums such as coloured pencil , pastels and oil being her prefered medium to paint with.

    Italy: Olivia’s favourite painting ground. Her family are Italian-immigrants from Sicily and she has been brought up to be proud of her heritage. Olivia considers Italy to have a very strong influence in her inspiration to art, but Olivia’s passion for drawing stems from capturing the unique looks of different people and the emotion in peoples eyes.

    Olivia’s Website

    http://www.oliviacannizzaroart.com

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  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    Echo 

    From the land,
    From the sea,
    Girl, I hear your voice,
    Full of pain,
    Full of desire,
    So intense,
    So full of rage,

    From the sky,
    From the forest,
    Girl, I hear your voice,
    Full of joy,
    Full of gratitude,
    So soft,
    So full of peace,

    From your heart,
    From your soul,
    Girl, I hear your voice,
    Saying clearly:
    “I need you in my life.”

    Author: Joseph Masanga

     
  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    Program boldly and keep the crowds coming (source: The Australian) 

    The newly appointed head of Melbourne’s Arts Centre is confident this country has a can-do attitude to cultural matters, writes Michaela Boland (source: The Australian)RSS news feeds and Widgets on Feedzilla.com

     
  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    Christo’s lifetime partner in wrapture (source: The Australian) 

    JEANNE-CLAUDE met Christo in Paris after he had fled from the intolerable restrictions of the communist bloc in Bulgaria. (source: The Australian)News widgets and RSS feeds on Feedzilla.com

     
  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    The Magic Pen: Mozart Operas Up Close (source: International Herald Tribune) 

    With the publication of “The Magic Flute,” a series of bibliophile facsimiles of the seven most important Mozart operas is complete. (source: International Herald Tribune)RSS widgets and RSS feeds on Feedzilla.com

     
  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    Plaskett double winner at Canadian Folk Music Awards (source: CBC) 

    Joel Plaskett’s triple album Three earned the Halifax singer-songwriter a double win at the Canadian Folk Music Awards on Saturday. (source: CBC)RSS widgets and RSS feeds on Feedzilla.com

     
  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    Rare Darwin book found in Oxford washroom (source: CBC) 

    A first edition of Charles Darwin’s On the Origin of Species will go on the auction block 150 years after its publication (source: CBC)RSS feeds and Feed widget on Feedzilla.com

     
  • admin 2:33 am on January 28, 2010 Permalink  

    The Alibi 

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    My mind was racing.
    It was some years from now.
    We were together again in our old flat.
    You were admiring yourself adjusting your hat.
    “Oh of course I was mad then,” you said with a forgiving smile,
    “Something snapped in me and I was mad for a while.”

    But this madness of yours disgusted me,
    This alibi,
    this gorgeous madness like a tinkling sleigh,
    It carried you away
    Snug in your fur, snug in your muff and cape.
    You made your escape
    Through the night, over the dry powdery snow.
    I watched you go.

    Truly the mad deserve our sympathy.
    And you were driven mad you said by me
    And then you drove away
    The cushions and the furs piled high,
    Snug with your madness alibi,
    Injured and forgiven on your loaded sleigh.

    James Fenton


     
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