Alootook ipellie biography samples
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Alootook Ipellie
Inuk graphic artist, political and satirical cartoonist, writer, and photographer (–)
Alootook Ipellie | |
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| Born | Alootook Ipellie Nuvuqquq, Northwest Territories, Canada |
| Died | September 8, () (aged&#;56) Ottawa, Canada |
| Occupation | Graphic artist, satirical cartoonist, poet, photographer |
| Language | Inuktitut, English |
| Genres | |
| Notable works | Arctic Dreams and Nightmares () |
| Notable awards | Canadian Cartoonist Hall of Fame, |
| Relatives | Taina Ipellie (daughter), Ennutsiak (grandfather) |
Alootook Ipellie[1] ( in Nuvuqquq, Northwest Territories – September 8, , in Ottawa)[2] was an Inuk graphic artist, political and satirical cartoonist, writer, photographer, and Inuktitut translator.[2]
Early life and education
[edit]Ipellie was born in the small hunting camp of Nuvuqquq[3] near Frobisher Bay, Northwest Territories, now known as Iqaluit, Nunavut on Baffin Island. His father, Joanassie, died in
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Illustrator, cartoonist, poet and författare av essäer born in Nuvuqquq (Nunavut) in – died in Ottawa (Ontario) in
Alootook Ipellie was born in in Nuvuqquq, a hunting camp located on Baffin Island, in today’s Nunavut. The son of Napachie and Joanassie, he was also the grandson of well-known carver Inutsiaq (also known as Ennutsiaq). Alootook Ipellie had a half-brother, Joanassie, and a half-sister Elisapie who died at an early age. Alootook Ipellie’s childhood was nomadic until he was kvartet years old and his father died in a hunting accident. His family then moved to Iqaluit, where he lived with his mother and his stepfather. Alootook Ipellie contracted tuberculosis at the age of fem and was sent to the Mountain Sanatorium in Hamilton, Ontario, and in this institution, he learned to speak English. During childhood summers in family in hunting camps, he was lulled by the many tales and traditional stories his grandfather Inutsiaq told him. Alootook Ipellie experienced first-hand the changes in
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It Was Not 'Jajai-ja-jiijaaa Anymore - But 'Amen'
It was in the guise of the Holy Spirit
That they swooped down on the tundra
Single-minded and determined
To change forever the face
Of ancient Spirituals
These lawless missionaries from places unknown
Became part of the landscape
Which was once the most sacred tomb
Of lives lived long ago
The last connection to the ancient Spirits
Of the most sacred land
Would be slowly severed
Never again to be sensed
Never again to be felt
Never again to be seen
Never again to be heard
Never again to be experienced
Sadness supreme for the ancient culture
Jubilation in the hearts of the converters
Where was justice to be found
They said it was in salvation
From eternal fire
In life after death
And unto everlasting life in Heaven
A simple life lived
On the sacred land was no more
The psalm book now replaced
The sacred songs of shamans
The Lord's Prayer now ruled
Over the haunting chant of revival
It was not 'Jajai-ja-jiijaaa'