Biography of Roland Bastien
Roland Bastien is a multimedia artist, composer (new music) and poet. He started his career in Montreal's Avant-Garde scene in 1979. His works were performed at Tangente Danse Actuelle, vehicule-Art, the temples for new ideas in performance at the time, also Vancouver (Western front) , Toronto, (PowerPlant) New-York and Italy (Venice, Milano) .
In the 80's, he collaborated with Janitor Animated, a progressive punk group and created two multimedia and text performances: Post-Nuclear and Coyote. He also performed at York Gallery in Toronto (music tape, texts and clarinet) a multimedia show.
In the 90's, he collaborated with Asian artists, Marilou Esguerra, Chiwen Liu and Eileen Kage in three major multimedia performances in Vancouver.
We performed Taras at Western front in Vancouver - Poems for a new Metrical patterns at Tom Lee Academy Of Music and Unborn Music (1999) at Western front in Vancouver.
As a Pianist, he collaborated with Vietnamese multi-instrumentalist Ngoc Bich, percussionist Joseph Pepe Danza, Lan Tung (Chinese fiddle) , the master of Zheng: Mei Han, a Korean Kayagum master: Jung Ae Lee, Coat Cooke, Clyde Reed (multi-instrumentalists and Dylan Van Der Schyff percussionist.
As a composer, they have certified his chamber music score 'Les arbres en fleurs ' as a finalist at the Elisabeth Schneider Foundation in Germany in 2000. He wrote 75 chamber music scores,100 Piano solo scores and several patterns of computer generated music. He just finished a manuscript of 350 pages: Silent taught, copyrighted 1022610.
He won the overall prize in February 2006 at The fourth International poetry Competition for his poem 'Mother'. He has been nominated Poetry Ambassador by the National Poetry Month Committee 2006.
The international library of poetry has published his poems in two books: Who's Who in poetry in 2004 and The best poets in 2004. In 2005, Masque publishing in England, in their Decanto Poetry Magazine has published his poems in their April 16th issue and October 19th issue. The American Poets Society has published his poems in Reflections, a compilation ISBN 0-9743429-6-3
He lives and works in Vancouver, Canada
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Roland Bastien Poems
The music lilts Five notes - butterflies utter A gyre brims tears
DEATHLESS. Flitting over woes While eyes
A View From My Mind
Tinkled – the Sundays’ bells Brought by the wings Flown beyond the dodge palace
Dying My Years
Dying my years Cramped into tears Words gone be etched .
9 Short Poems
# 1 Neurones light taught Even they carry stress
Flush the fledglings’ stench Before the sun runs After day dies.
Tinkling milliard of ions In slow motion into my Synapses canal that
Day-Glo Flat-loop delves into water. Long-term memory!
Wobbles like sneaks. Some are too gay looking To be real Like images we can see these days on store’ windows at Robson Street.
Open Letter To A Dilettante Lady
My mind dives Ere. Pearl reflects
13 French Poems
13 French Poems Enfant Dit ton aiguille A ceux qui sont long.
Georgia In My Mind
Mayakovski hauls a yodel Into a mold and Melts its sound
O Chan For Magloire St Aude
Ochan A ma gloire, Saint Ode.
Le dernier souper. Elle venait seule me visiter un soir de printemps. Le ciel était sans nuages. L’odeur des bourgeons sur les arbres longeant la rue Robson enivrait la nuit de ses parfums d’avril. Elle m’offrait, en ouvrant la porte pour l’accueillir, un bouquet de fleurs variées qu’elle portait sur le bras gauche et dont le parfum me piquait les narines. J’en ai fait deux bouquets, isolant ceux dont je fus allergique et les plaça l’un dans le pot prés de la fenêtre qui donne sur Robson et l’autre sur la petite table de la salle de bain, en prenant soins de bien fermer la porte, avec l’idée de les jeter a son départ.
A ripple swoops
On her necked body
Lilts into her ears
A gooey hymn
She cuddles each note
Around her breasts
I glance at her
Delve into lore
She muffles her hair
I could not gild
It’s already there.