My Poem,”Way With Words” on Spillwords Press

Posted on November 15, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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Hello everyone,
I am happy to share today, that my poem, “Way With Words” is now up on Spillwords Press.
This is my 7th poem chosen for their site, and once again I am grateful to the editors and all at Spillwords, for accepting my latest submission.

Way With Words.
I lost my way with words when I lost you.
I had this way with them, I was the gentle trainer,
and words were pigeons, squabbling,
until I coaxed them to their place;
and even if I let them go, a thousand miles from where you lived,
I know…because I know…
you felt their wings aflutter, trying to get back home upon your chest,
and there they stayed a while, before they laid upon my sheet to rest…….

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A La Virtual

Posted on November 9, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

By the blue virtual sea…
The waves lap and roll
and their energy,
liquid bubbles of blue,
rise up, passing through me
to my brain from my toes.

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I feel as well as see
and in this moment
I am at peace
while happiness flows
through me.

I hope you don’t pity me
or think I am escaping reality,
I have just learned a secret…
there is more than one, really…
more than one reality.

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A la virtual,
movies play over me;
Try to imagine that
you are the screen…
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A moving sidewalk
displays black & white
photography….
I am black and white,
while colorful scenery
surrounds me.
And wherever I am,
I become part of
everything, when
I dance
sit or stand,,
or do Tai Chi..
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I built this world,
from just a tear
and an empty green square.
Now, the waves lap the shores,
birds call in the trees,
and I dance and I dance
in noble company.

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Tai Chi in a shark pool,
might be a bit extreme,
but they’re not real big sharks;
they just nip and let go.
They’re all bite and no body,
so they move very slow.

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Sometimes the water hypnotizes,
I get lost in the changing textured hues
and my avatar mirrors every ripple
as I lose myself in the pose, and move.
I smile at the sharks,
in this constantly moving painting
Surreally speaking,
what can they really do?
They’re just bouncy inflated balloons.

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A la virtual, 
I let my creativity run,
like a stabled pony,
let out on a field..
and it all exists, because
I made and molded and placed it,
not just for my enjoyment,
but for anyone,
who wants to come…
and share it all with me.

Karima Hoisan
Nov. 9. 2021
The Natascha Randt Memorial
Kitely – Virtual Worlds

*Here’s the door in: https://www.kitely.com/virtual-world/Karima-Hoisan/The-Natascha-Randt-Memorial

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The Natascha Randt Memorial on Kitely -Virtual Worlds

Posted on November 5, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

Hi everyone…
Ever since the passing of my creative partner and best friend, Natascha, I have been building her memorial…and now it is finished! For those of you with virtual avatars in Opensim, you can access it here  The Natascha Randt Memorial
For everyone else…I will let this movie, I made speak for itself. Likes and comments on YouTube are very appreciated. I am at peace now… Alhamdulillah.
  Thank you all for your concern and love shown to me, in these very hard times.

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“Hallo Sushi”

Posted on October 28, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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              Taken on the Natascha Randt Memorial on Kitely- Virtual Worlds on Demand

If I could conjure you now
in a pastel-blue cauldron
stirring your potion
with a brush and a bell
with a drum beat and a flute…
then…
even if my words
were beyond meaning…
to everyone but you…
would you answer me?
Would you let me know?
Just let me know.
Flip reality inside out
one – more- time,
So I can finally just let go.

I am dancing Tai Chi;
the music is sad.
and your humor is dark and funny.
Your photos of a shark in a roof-top pool
make me smile…
because they’re so you,
a touch risqué, a bit over the top.
This world I am building…
everything I’m doing now
is so you.. It’s all you!
You perfume the air
with all those videos, photos,
 memories, words, and jet fuel.
I see you spontaneously dance
go “Boaaah” and “maaaan” and lol & lol.
We still had so much more we could do…
and yet.. we were stopped.
Our mortality stopped us,
when we were looking the other way.
You left to pass over the sky’s frontier
and I remained behind,
building your colorful empire after life.
The question I always seem to ask myself…
Why did I not do this when you were alive?
I want you to see it…see, how I remember you.
The funny irreverent German girl
who played with airplanes
instead of dolls…
Who was loyal and giving,
sharp and soft,
brilliant and funny,
who knew what she wanted
and what could be done…
and her favorite expression,
“Why not?”
Who would swim
in a pool with sharks
and greet them defiantly,
Rolling those movie-star eyes.
with a knife & fork in her hands,
grinning…
“Hallo Sushi”

Karima Hoisan
October 28th, 2021
The Natascha Randt Memorial

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Way Too Bright…

Posted on October 24, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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Everyone tells me
to stand up on my feet…
My pale face and dark cloud space
is bringing them down to blue
Oops!…did I get some on you?
Well…I’m working on it..
I’m coming back from the dead
I’m pulling it together
I’m stapling my head
I can’t seem to push myself
out into the daylight
Into those colored moving shapes
way too bright…way too bright...
The night light talks to me;
It gallops over my walls so freely.
Pretty cotton candy ponies
rotate round and round
as I sit in the dark,
just about one foot under the ground.

Everyone says…
a month heals everything!
A broken heart, a world torn apart
in 30 days….
it’s back together again.
My life seems to work in a different way
Mine crawls in the cracks
flat-lines on its back
like a jelly fish, it wiggles on a dish
spineless, helpless, viscous,
without even realizing
how unappetizing… how uninviting.
Could stay in bed forever
Just watching my dreams.
Could never come downstairs again;
Who would notice? Who would even see?
I don’t feel like taking another breath
but this body keeps on making me.
The night light talks to me
It gallops over my walls so freely
Pretty cotton candy ponies
rotate round and round
as I sit in the dark,
just about one foot under the ground.

Karima Hoisan
October 24, 2021
Costa Rica
*Footnote….I am not in such a dark place at the moment..
my muse just went on the dark side a bit…it’s been a long time
since I let those horses run.

 

 

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Drive! A Randt & Hoisan Production

Posted on October 23, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

I want to share with you, the latest and last Randt & Hoisan Production.
It would be the 29th film Nat and I made together. We worked on it for more than 2 years off and on, because of Nat’s deteriorating health.
She had hopes that after her surgery, she would be able to finish it…but she passed away before that could happen.
All the scenes were shot by Nat and some of the first part was also edited by her….then the last 2 minutes were dark. I didn’t have her footage, just some I kept, but I felt it important, to finish it for her..for us. I believe she would have wanted that. I hope you enjoy, Drive!
Fullscreen & HD and the sound up!  Feel free to put a Like or comment on YouTube too:)
This one’s for you Nat!

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Dissolving & Becoming

Posted on October 17, 2021 by Karima Hoisan


It has been weeks since I posted or been a good community member,  and I am sorry for that, but I have been working very hard on building a sim-wide memorial for Natascha. It is still not ready, but hopefully will be done in another 2 weeks and hopefully I will be back reading and writing on WordPress. I did shoot this humble video there, where I used video texturing on the avatars. The result and a few small scenes in the background can be seen in this “wordless poem” as Dale describes it. I hope you enjoy it. I tried to capture that energy body I believe exists…even after death..Ahhh to be able to reach out and make that connection…one more time.
Much love,
Karima

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The Cemetery Far Away

Posted on September 22, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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David Friedrich- The Cemetery Entrance

The Cemetery Far Away
for Natascha

I’m writing letters to you in dreams
I am making movies too,
It’s so one-sided, just my voice,
I only hear me speaking… never you..

I am talking to wolves in my sleep,
who tell me, they have nothing to eat.

I am feeling this winter will be cold
the clouds eat up the pale days
Here it’s always warm and rainy
but I sense the rain will turn to haze.

They say today, they’ll finally put you in the ground.
It’s so hard to imagine you, enclosed, being lowered down.

I’m processing the process as I speak
The days are so much longer, than before
and yet I seem to get less done, hour after hour
I just need you to answer me again, once more.

They say today, they’ll finally put you in the ground.
I try not to imagine you, enclosed, being lowered down.

I’m writing letters to you in my dreams
I am making movies too,
It’s so one-sided, just my voice,
I only hear me speaking… never you.

I am talking to wolves in my sleep,
who tell me, they have nothing to eat.

It’s just hard to imagine you at all in your real life
I never saw your town, your house, your smile
I never got to hear your Germain humor or your voice,
how can I picture you today, being carried down that aisle?

They say today, so far away, they’ll put you in the ground.
It’s too hard to imagine you, enclosed, being lowered down.

Karima Hoisan
September 22, 2021
Costa Rica

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How Can You Come To Me?

Posted on September 17, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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How can you come to me?
If I never even heard your voice
call my name?
Will you come in a written chat,
imposed over the clouds,
or across the scrim
of my closed eyes?

Will your words just enter me
without words, so I feel
you are here now?
In silence.. I will just know?
Will you come to me as a warrior,
a slick hip city girl,
my precious little “Natskies “
peeking around corners,
going round n round?

What role will you be wrapped in
or maybe not in actor form..
just Mein Direktor,,
escorting me to my place?
Asking me to sit here please,
and in your very Nat-way,
when I say, “Oh Nat I miss you”
just wink and answer, “I knew you’d say that”

Karima Hoisan
September 17, 2021
Costa Rica

*Footnote The image is taken from one of our videos,
Where Nat played my daughter: https://youtu.be/pHJOJH0gWDw 

 

 

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For Natascha

Posted on September 16, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

Creativity in grief, has always been a way of dealing with pain and loss.
5 unrelated things happened for this simple little visual poem to come alive.
1.I shot my bedroom window in the wind on my iphone…
2. I wrote the poem, the night of Nat’s passing… (which you saw here)
3.I composed a simple melody on the piano…
4.I was given a “Mirror room” by Sylvira Halcyon in Second LIfe
and so  I danced in front of it and filmed it.
5.I recorded the poem…
I hope you find it worthy to put it all together….For Natascha.

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