In an hour…There’s still time!!
Quick! Grab your eye patch, your tricorne and your sabre, too!
Karima is about to set sail to the hidden treasure island and there be booty to be looted!
Look! There!
Arrrgh’ll meet y’arrrrghll tharrrgh! *cough, cough*
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Poster by Natascha Randt
Ahoy there Poet Lovers and Plunderers of a Good Time…
I’m docking at Circe’s, Saturday, January 12th at 6pm slt.
I’ve been on the High Seas for almost a year now, and I’ve brought back some
new spoils and (I hope you will agree:) some interesting sparkly things that are new to all of you. Plus… I will share a few bits of treasure from previous journeys.. all recited to carefully chosen music on the stream (You know how I do it:) and if you don’t know..now’s the time to come and see:)
I am docking at Circe’s at 18:00 hours (6pm slt) but I promise I will freshen up before I arrive to entertain an always exciting group of friends, fans, other amazing poets, artists and all-around interesting people:) and the curious too are most welcome!
Just click on my parrot who will lead you directly to the spot (My LM Parrot)
There will be an open-mic that begins at 5pm on voice and is always fun, and then I will read on stream.
Dress for Toadstool Sitting (I leave what that means up to you🙂
If you don’t like clicking links, you can ask me for a TP as long as I have not yet started reading….;) I will bring you in
Hope to See You, My Treasured Mates, on the 12th!
Movie number 27 for Randt & Hoisan is our holiday offering for all our little group of friends and fans who enjoy our machinimas. If this one makes you happy (that is our hope) please feel free to share it. This is a Steampunk mother-daughter feel good movie inspired and powered by the most amazing kalimba piece, SaReGaMa’s Kalimba Solo para Lotus. It takes place in a lushly decorated Steampunk set, beautifully furnished an refurbished (The elevator was made from scratch) by Nat and her excellent set design. She also is my sweet-bratty little daughter “Natskies” who besides being adorable is a formidable bossy Director as always hehe)
I wrote the poem, inspired by the hypnotic music and almost a year later, we are finally witnessing its’ birth. I have to confess I do love this baby a lot..It is such a different project for us, and yet I hope you will agree, we did pull it off..
Full screen is best and HD or Natskies might thumb her nose at you:) Comments and Likes on YouTube always welcome..
Happy Holidays!!
Counter-Clockwise
When my wheel of fortune spins around to the left, I hold my breath.
I know to count the cracks in the sidewalk, avoiding them, side stepping.
I know to look up just in case, then down… up and down, head bobbing,
as I stroll along familiar streets, expecting the worst, counter-clockwising.
I read my signs, the coffee grounds, the tea leaves in the morning cup.
If some bad thing happens, I can always expect two more…the law of contrary luck,
and even though I know, it’s been proven by science and my best friends to not be so,
I keep my eyes wide, waiting for that ladder to collapse while I foolishly walk below.
Superstitious you say? Not I! I’m just observing which way the wheel is turning,
and not expect much of this mercury in retrograde, that waits to trap me undiscerning.
Paranoid you say? Open your eyes, while all rolls to the left, I’ll not be caught in surprise
But you might be accused of a crime, or be a victim, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
A day later, the spin’s slowing down; the sun comes out, as I cruise through the town.
8 pounds of weights I drop on the street, stepping lightly, I find a $10 bill at my feet.
It feels like a choir in harmony; everyone I see is smiling and being helpful & charming.
No need to wet my finger & check the wind; my wheel of fortune’s spinning right again.
Karima Hoisan
December 6, 2018
Costa Rica
This is a little different for me…not a machinima, but just a spoken word YouTube and a little mood I created with an original Garage Band piece I put together and the poem it inspired. The sign “The Swamp House” is a real sign that amazingly still exists after 30 years, painted by Jan Betts, for a swamp house I used to live in:)
The Image:
The Frog Hunter Shack
by James Finch
http://jamesfinchart.blogspot.com/
seemed a perfect fit for the music, lyrics and mood.
Let me know what you think..here, or YouTube or….anywhere you can find me:)
The poem is written out under ” Show More” on the YouTube page.
Enjoy it on a headset turned up nice and loud:)
The Last Leaf
It’s not for fear of falling that I cling,
in the cold autumn rain, the pin-prick wind.
It’s not for the drop that I know will be graceful,
the floating, and sashaying gently down.
To land once again within my family and community,
into the familiarity of a damp leaf-textured ground…
Because, for weeks, upon its piles,
I have silently looked down.
I am here, chosen by fate to wait.
My acceptance of this lonely role,
will make… the surrender even sweeter when I go.
The icy gusts twist and tease; I am ready to give in.
I am ready to twirl and descend while I spin,
then to lay a last time, with those of my kind
to let go…and become something else again.
Karima Hoisan
Nov. 2, 2018
In the Leaf Room
“Creation” Kitely Virtual Worlds on Demand
*Footnote: Thank you to Jeanne Roup for posting this picture on Facebook.
dkilpatrickart.com
When I Fall Asleep…
When I fall asleep, I don’t remember my dreams of better days:
The ones of my youth when hope was sewn into my chest with steel threads,
When I believed all the shades of grey, that my eyes were just beginning to see
And even the words of strangers who whispered … as they past me on the street.
When all the imagery of my waking hours began to mix like oil paints
Then my subconscious dabbed into the colors to paint my dreams…from scenes
Of an hour before, mixed with fears from my child, and hopes of the future
From the wise old soul that was waiting, for her cue to take the stage.
My dreams now come far and few between; each one is a surprise
Barely done, half-finished when I can remember them at all.
Each one now, is a hazy sketch from an artist in a hurry
To slip back down into oblivion and sleep the dreamless night.
The Artist I once knew now no longer dreams with me
She just pastes pictures torn from books of my life
and calls them collages, so rough and carelessly made, lack-luster
boring, uninspired; so now, I don’t even try to remember them.
Karima Hoisan
October 30, 2018
Costa Rica
(In The Spirit of Halloween)🙂
Even a vampire has a heart… sometimes.
We don’t need to drain Every cat in the woods…
Now and then we take them in and make them pets,
and yes…put silly hats on them for Halloween!
Oh how we love them, like only a vampire can!
One who has seen Life and Death all together…
Who has crossed over and yet, for some hours each night
looks into those cat eyes so trusting and alive…
and feels the warmth of its fur…
against our chilled skin
our frozen faces.
Yes we love them in our way…
So, we put them down…and walk off into the woods
to find something else, a small reprieve, from the iciness…
of our empty veins.
Karima Hoisan
Oct. 24th, 2018
Costa Rica
matome.naver
So many words about tears, about awe, about love,
I named each grouping, calling them poems.
Yet today, some poems and their words are lost in a mind
of too much time..
so many fragmented nights, piles of weeks
like heavy books falling over me.
The whole library has come undone,
names lost, order replaced by chaos and fog.
Like pictures fading in a drawer,
of people so long ago, no one remembers their names.
Like fish swimming here and there…never returning to here.
So here goes on without them…
and something else sits in the scene for awhile where they once rotated,
in impressive schools, inspiring dreams.
Now it’s a shell, or a fallen boot, at the bottom of the sea
Now it’s here and now we have no memory… until something else takes its place.
We should always know our own, but even that goes.
Our flesh and blood born from our sleepless nights, of passion and pain,
Lost in a veil of “I can’t remember this poem’s name”
While we are looking for what was lost,
we come upon a few, that we’ve signed at the bottom,
and yet they look unfamiliar, like strangers,
who, at one time, we might have intimately known,
but have almost totally forgotten.
The whole library has come undone;
those systems we used so well..no longer work as before.
If our little word groupings,
our paintings, our diaries and prayers
are not gathered safely to sleep on a cloud,
backed up and tucked in, while floating eternally (or so we hope),
Who could say they ever were here, for a day, a year a lifetime?
Karima Hoisan
Oct. 23, 2018
Costa Rica
I am so happy to announce that our (a joint building/scripting project with Dale Innis) is here to experience!
I don’t want to say too much about it, because you should just ride it and live it yourself. It is a 3D media-enriched world on Kitely, a real journey and it is my #16th!
My world page gives you a bit more information and also the way to get in:
Creation- on Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand
For you Hyper-gridders it is: grid.kitely.com:8002:Creation 3
I will include here another teaser photo and also the inspiration for making this world:
Here I am, praying with the yoga frogs! Can you see me?
The background for building this world is included in a notecard at the Landing Point.
It says: Why This World?
I was in Jordan a few months back and I had a dream.
I was talking to someone and I told them I had just started
a new world on Kitely (I hadn’t really) and that it was called,
“Creation”
When I awoke and thought about it…this is what came into my head:
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“From the Nebula in our minds comes intuitive Art…
Our Big Bang is in silence..just a drawing inward then a moving outward that begins to paint the landscapes of our dreams
The drawing inward is not controlled by us..rather, it takes control of us and commands our thoughtless attention. Watch it and it will grow, stay without words and it will pulse and begin to move towards us, growing bigger and filling the screen behind our eyelids..If we do not pull back..it will engulf us..and if we are brave, if we are lucky, inspire us and then intuitive Art is a possibility, the secondary effect of letting go….
That surrender is music to the ears of our muse..and she might pay us a visit. What is our muse if not our intuition, our very own intuition that somehow has been separated from us, as we grow up, so that we perceive it as a separate entity, a magical force, at times in human form, that whispers in our ears and gives us ideas. It reveals the perfect words, and drives us beyond our own human limitations, making artists of us all, those willing to hear its voice and just do what it tells us, we’re capable of doing. There is no such thing as a negative muse..a muse is always a driving, powerful, and positive force, for those of us, lucky enough to have discovered it and been touched by it.”
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So..if you got down this far…you know why this world even exists:)
Enjoy Creating.!
DB Bailey says, “I think people are happiest, when they are making things….” and I agree:)
Peace and Inspiration
Karima
Now you know the way!
Dale and I would be very happy if you made the jump to visit us and take the Chair Tour….into Creation SOON!!
Anyone who has already been there (like Nat:) please leave a comment here:)
“Next Level……Create!”
Digital Rabbit Hole 