Candice James at Artvilla in Poetry Videos.

Editor’s note: Candice James is a prolific poet, her written work has appeared at Poetry Life & Times since its inception here at Artvilla in 2013, below are featured nearly 10 pages of her Poetry Videos, enjoy.

Candice James is a poet, writer, visual artist, musician, singer-songwriter in her 2nd three year term as Poet Laureate of New Westminster, She is Royal City Literary Arts Society Director and founder and Past President of both Royal City Literary Arts Society and Federation BC Writers; She is also founder of Poetry In The Park and founder of Poetic Justice. She is a featured poet, keynote speaker, workshop facilitator, presenter and event hostess. Candice is also a full member of League Canadian Poets; a member of The Writers Union Canada and is the author of nine poetry books: the first book of poetry published was “A Split In The Water” (Fiddlehead Poetry Books 1979); and the most recent is “Merging Dimensions” (Ekstasis Editions 2015). She is the 2015 recipient of the prestigious Bernie Legge Artist Cultural Award and also the recipient of the Pandora’s Collective 2015 Citizenship award. Further information can be found on Wikipedia and

SILENT THIEF Michal Sullivan (Sullivan The Poet ) Narrated by Candice James

1 Ship of Dreams and 2 A Hard Rain © Candice James, Poet Laureate

Tumbling Down – Candice James, Poet Laureate © 2013

Mayors Poetry Challenge 2013 – © Candice James – Poet Laureate

Mayor's Poetry Challenge 2016 -Candice James Poet Laureate, New Westminster, BC

Path of Loneliness © Candice James, Poet Laureate

Candice James – Poet Laureate TEARS OF THE FALLEN

Candice James – Poet Laureate

The Poets' Dance © Candice James

Beyond The Shadow Of The Veil – Candice James Poet Laureate

This Place with dancer Celeste Snowber © Candice James, Poet Laureate

Poets Candice James & Celeste Snowber @ PIP

"Black Shiny Pool" and "The Wind" © Candice James – Poet Laureate

Dried Flowers of Youth © Candice James, Poet Laureate

Candice James, Poet Laureate – Clearly

The Depth of the Dance © Candice James, Poet Laureate

"The Strand" and "Summer Stone" © Candice James – Poet Laureate

Watermark © Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita

"Trying To Stay the Light" "Bitter Taste" © Candice James, Poet Laureate

Ghosts of BC Penitentiary – Candice James, Poet Laureate, New Westminster, BC CANADA

I Stand © Candice James, Poet Laureate

Almost © Candice James, Poet Laureate

Poets' Dance © Candice James

Blanket of Wine © Candice James, Poet Laureate All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop the Babble of the Souk

The Holloway Series in Poetry Presents at Artvilla Poetry Videos

The Holloway Series in Poetry Presents – Berkeley University California – was funded by an endowment made in 1981 by Roberta C Holloway to celebrate the works of well known poets together with rising contemporary poets and to enable students of the UCB English Department to accompany them in their readings. Editor’s Note. Robin Ouzman Hislop

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Shakespeare Documentaries.To kill or not to kill Bill


The tomb of the bard, son of glove maker John Shakespeare, lies in the Chancel of the Holy Trinity Church on the banks of the River Avon, together with the epitaph, supposedly written by him, William Shakespeare 1564 – 1616. Good friend, for Jesus’s sake forebeare /To digg the dust enclosed heare/ Bleste be the man who spares thes stones/ And curst be he that moves my bones, which seems to have acted as a sufficient deterrent for those who might want to know a little bit more about how he died. One on going theory is it was through a contracted fever after a drinking bout with his old chums Ben Johnson and Michael Drayton. If you happened to see A Waste of Shame with Rupert Graves playing the young (and finally older) Shakespeare, you might be persuaded it was through syphilis. If so, it seems unlikely the epitaph was intended as the kindly advice of the poet to whomsoever. Apparently in those days epitaphs of the sort were quite commonplace and in our Bill’s case may well have been to avoid having his bones dug up to create more burial space. He had after all secured a place in the Chancel from the Charnel House in the south grounds, the haunt of grave diggers, through his capacity as a lay rector of the parish, a tithe which cost him £440, not to be sniffed at in those days, and not from his abilities as England’s fabled poet and playwright for the sake of history ever afterwards.

It’s well known enigma surrounds the works credited to his name – how could a working class Warwickshire lad, a son of a glover with a mere paltry grammar school education in Latin and Greek come to write such erudite masterpieces of literature. The point is our Bill was very talented, he was not only a poet and playwright, but an actor, director and most important of all the theatre business manager of the illustrious Globe Theatre in London. Our Bill hobnobbed with the best in town, artists, aristocrats and even royalty. There have been many recent efforts in computer studies to try and trace out the origins in his works. One that appeals to me, rather than proposals of possible other candidates for authorship, is a study where they locate in the entirety of the texts, the manifest styles of different well known writers of the period. My own feeling is that this makes quite a lot of sense, as Bill was a very busy guy. Mostly in those days you were commissioned to produce a work and the Globe operated as a kind of repertory company putting on one play after another. He would have had his hands full, what would be more likely than having got a commission, you draft up an outline together with a set of instructions for the scenes and acts and hand them out to a body of writers you’re in cahoots with. When the ghost writings are returned and paid off with a standard fee, all the material is compiled into one working piece, whilst the different character parts are bundled out for the actors to perform. And so the play is more or less developed, written and rewritten even up to the dress rehearsal.

Hard work but they had to survive and our Bill seems to have been very successful at it, enough to amass some considerable fortune enabling him to retire at the age of 50 to his large and commodious country house in Stratford on Avon. Even if he was worn out from drink, syphilis and a great deal of overwork, 50 in those days in London, where 35 was the average age expectancy with plague and all manner of diseases rampant, was good. And at least if he didn’t leave us his bones to dig up, he certainly did with his pipes 24 of which were found buried in his garden imbued with cannabis resin, a habit which had been going on for some centuries in Ye Olde England. And so our Bill disappears into the myth and illusions that the entropy of history shapes, leaving of his likeness only bones, to all intents and purposes washed away from beneath their stones by the floods of the river Avon, pipes, a much retouched memorial bust first erected in 1623, but exhibiting, it is said, a bona fide sun tan and a portrait, by one painter John Taylor, known as the Chardon portrait. Our Bill is about 46 in this painting, which credited as an authentic representation of his image, another painting known as the Cobbe portrait, shows a very handsome young man some 20 years earlier, so if this is indeed our Bill, he did quite a bit of ageing between them. Perhaps it is fitting then to close here with words from Mathew Arnold’s Dover Beach, which are rather Shakespearean, after all.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

    Editor Robin Ouzman Hislop

Shakespeare Documentaries
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Derek Walcott.Poet of Oceanic Scales & Large Canvases.

Derek Walcott
Born on the island of Saint Lucia, a former British colony in the West Indies, poet and playwright Derek Walcott was trained as a painter but turned to writing as a young man. He published his first poem in the local newspaper at the age of 14. Five years later, he borrowed $200 to print his first collection, 25 Poems, which he distributed on street corners.
Walcott’s major breakthrough came with the collection In a Green Night: Poems 1948-1960 (1962), a book which celebrates the Caribbean and its history as well as investigates the scars of colonialism and post-colonialism.
His recent collections include Tiepolo’s Hound (2000), The Prodigal (2004), Selected Poems (edited by Edward Baugh, 2007) and White Egrets (2010). In 1992, Walcott won the Nobel Prize in Literature. The Nobel committee depicted his work as “a poetic oeuvre of great luminosity, sustained by a historical vision, the outcome of a multicultural commitment.”
In addition to his Nobel Prize, Walcott’s honors include a MacArthur Foundation “genius” award, a Royal Society of Literature Award, and, in 1988, the Queen’s Medal for Poetry. He is an honorary member of the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters. He is Professor of Poetry at Essex University.

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Poems That Make Grown Men Cry. Richard Dawkins et al …


Grown men aren’t supposed to cry. Anthony and Ben Holden, and Kate Allen (Director, Amnesty International UK), introduce readings from poems that haunt a host of eminent men; they explain why, in words as moving as the poems themselves.

With Melvyn Bragg, Richard Dawkins, Ian McEwan, Richard Eyre, Mike Leigh, Simon McBurney, Ben Okri, Simon Russell Beale and Simon Schama.

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Morning in the Burned House. Margaret Atwood. Poetry

Margaret Atwood is a poet, novelist, story writer, essayist, and environmental activist. Her books have received critical acclaim in the United States, Europe, and her native Canada, and she has received numerous literary awards, including the Booker Prize, the Arthur C. Clarke Award, and the Governor General’s Award, twice. Atwood’s work has been translated into many languages and published in more than twenty-five countries. Among her numerous honors and awards are a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Molson Award, the Ida Nudel Humanitarian Award, and a Canada Short Fiction Award. In 1986 Ms Magazine named her Woman of the Year.

She has served as a Writer-In-Residence and a lecturer at many colleges and universities. Margaret Atwood lives in Toronto.
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