A Tiny Farewell ~ Friday May 17th at 12noon slt @ Anrod’s Art Garden

Posted on May 13, 2013 by Karima Hoisan
Friday May 17th at Anrod's Art Garden

Friday May 17th at Anrod’s Art Garden

Well, as I have announced at my last reading, I will be taking a small break from performing, to work on some other  creative things (the deadline for the UWA Vl Machinima Challenge is next month!) and so my upcoming reading this Friday at 12noon slt will be a tiny farewell and literally it will be too..as Anrod and his audience are tinies, or petites, or all the new variations on small and adorable avatars:)
Sooooo…. this is the first time EVER I will be giving a poetry reading as a tiny and I am very happily excited about the prospect!

Even leopards have mermaid fantasies

Even leopards have mermaid fantasies

Hovering, reclining and tail flapping about, I will read for 30 minutes an especially chosen mix, some by request,and all done with chosen music (many my own originals) playing behind.
I will rez a tiny screen (or not so tiny..not sure of the logistics on that yet:) behind, with  imagery for each.
Anrod is a wonderful prolific artist, who has created an Art Garden on a reduced scale for his events, and for the delight of his friends. Biggies are always welcome, but the garden is made for the smaller in mind. It is a beautiful, natural setting, surrounded by his colorful digital art.

Anrod's Art Garden

Anrod’s Art Garden

This poet will perform at the falls to keep her scales supple

This poet will perform at the falls to keep her scales supple and fur shiny

 Anrod has assured me his events usually fill up quickly, so please come early if you would enjoy hearing my last reading for awhile, in this beautiful setting and…please come as a tiny too:)

This is the forest transport service to drop you off at the arch:
Anrod’s Art Garden Taxi

 

Posted in Announcements, Live Shows, Slices of Second Life | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

Not Random…

Posted on May 7, 2013 by Karima Hoisan
"Culture Shock "by Jan Betts

“Culture Shock “by Jan Betts

Not idle words, nor random throws into the game,
I believe some things have meaning.
How sad to think they don’t.
There are times they help us make some sense of pain,
sometimes we actually recognize
we hurt because we grow.

But usually we are lost in the haphazardness
and drown inside our days,
and what might be for the best, we are too weak,
we hide in deep dark places, so afraid
to allow someone to take a flash-light peek
inside our caves.

To breathe within creation is to be another breath.
Over and under, surrounding us is trust
and yet how easily we forget;
that love was the catalyst of our big bang
that sent us streaming into
this thing we call existence, that is still forming yet.

I choose to think, the writer writes
and shows a sincere interest in my life.
I see scenes and plans, along the highway
markers I will pass,
and yes, I too am the creator, and so realize
the great responsibility of that.

Not random, not a game, not without sense or meaning;
I refuse to bow to that sneering cynicism of the day.
We have risen up from tar, and sometimes we take flight
and if we make a few bad judgements, then we choose to fix them
because that too is part of life.
Love is the key to being free, and to sublime surrender it invites.

Karima Hoisan
May 7th 2013
Costa Rica

Posted in Poems, Slices of Second Life | Tagged , , , | 9 Comments

Re-Cap Photos from The Four Bridges Reading

Posted on May 1, 2013 by Karima Hoisan

Sorry… to all who sent me pictures from the reading last Sunday. It took me a bit longer than I had planned to post them here to my blog.
I think I was a little thrown off that I had forgotten to record the reading that day, as I usually do, because I felt such a great connection with the audience. Maybe because I am taking a break for a few months, but I think really, because it was such a great group of people who came, some new ones, and some very old friends. Red was so gracious and welcoming, and it was one of those readings, I wish I would have been able to save.
Thanks to people like, Rosi, Dale, BelAmi, and Odracir for sending me their pictures. I will include a selection of them below for your enjoyment.
What a cozy very atmospheric venue for reading and listening to poetry. I hope Red will invite me back again, after my sabbatical:)

Karima by Rosi

Karima by Rosi

Spiral by Dale

Spiral by Dale

Wired and Happy by Rosi

Wired and Happy by Rosi

Red & Dale by Dale

Red & Dale by Dale

venue captured by Odracir

Venue captured by Odracir

The Illustrious by Rosi (blue hair:)

The Illustrious Audience photo by Dale  Rosi (blue hair:) Hoyt in hatha

VIPS Shepp, Nat, Gamma, Shesa photo by Dale

VIPS
Shepp, Nat, Gamma, Shesa photo by Dale

Beeflin and friend relaxin

Beeflin and friend relaxin’

photo by BelAmi

Struttin’…photo by BelAmi

photo by Dale

photo by Dale

The Beautiful Couple Gamma & Shesa

The Beautiful Couple
Gamma & Shesa

Photo by Odracir

Dancin’ while SL slips away…Photo by Odracir

 

Posted in Live Shows, Slices of Second Life | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

Paths through virtuality

Posted on April 28, 2013 by Karima Hoisan

I am sharing this very nice post by Dale Innis on his weblog today Saturday April 27th, about well.. virtual paths that lead us to sharing our creative talents..and a nice little part about my Colored Dreams and The Two series, that seems like a thousand years ago, but really is going on two. Enjoy!

daleinnis's avatarDale Innis's Weblog

So a bag-zillion years ago I weblogged (probably more than once) about an interconnected random adventure in SL, where a friend and I landed in some cool place after skydiving, looked up the picks of the creator of some neat object there, went to their store or something, and so on through various hours worth of fun randomness.

It’s been too long since I went nude skydiving 🙂 but I still have these kinda small adventures all the time, I just don’t weblogify about them as much, because I don’t weblogify about anything as much, because I am lazy person.

But here’s one!

As extremely long-time readers will know, one of my very early living places in SL was a little shack on the PIER sim (which I found in turn from making friends with a bartender at The Elbow Room, which stretches the story back just about to my…

View original post 660 more words

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Karima Reads @ Four Bridges Sunday April 28th at 12noonslt

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Karima Hoisan
Speakeasy Four Bridges Project

Four Bridges Speakeasy

Always love a first time!
First times can be a little scary, but they can also be exciting and Red and I (talkwithmarie) activist, poet and host of this poetry get-together, have been talking about this for sometime, and the stars finally aligned  for me to read there this coming Sunday at:
12:00pm slt.
I will do a shorter 30 minute reading, so please come early.
It will include some of my latest poems and musical compositions that I use for my backtracks, as well as reciting live over carefully selected music from my favorite playlists, all on stream.
Red, as I said above, is a busy, activist, both Rl and Sl who works with various nonprofits, including her own, The GIRLS Project. She produces alternative media (Talk!with Marie, Girl TV and special segments) through a local community television station but also is a media critic. Her shows focus on social issues/events
As Red invites in her profile:
“The Four Bridges SpeakEasy is a gathering place for poets, artists, activists, and dreamers. Bring your guitars and your words and come discuss, enjoy and be.”

Red

Red

“Join Red and friends, Sundays@11 am slt for open mic poetry with some amazing poets/writers in sl. Bring your own poems or those of your favorite writers to read. You can read any genre or simply listen and enjoy the relaxing setting.
Can’t wait to see you:”)

This will be one of my final readings, before I take a break for a few months, so if you enjoy what I do with my poetry and my music on stream, please join me Sunday at 12noon (or come early and read a poem or two on open mic)
As always I look forward to your presence which truly does give me moral support for my poetry, and spend a relaxing time on a very well-established and respected Sim
4
The Four Bridges Project
Four Bridges is a virtual sustainable global community model founded on the four principles of respect for nature, universal human rights, economic and social justice, and a culture of peace.

I can surely agree with all Four!!
Here is your fast track super-taxi that will drop you off in the living room:
Just click the link below and I look forward to seeing you there.

Four Bridges Speak Easy

Posted in Announcements, Live Shows, Poems | Tagged , , | 1 Comment

For Those Worthy Of It…

Posted on April 25, 2013 by Karima Hoisan
respect

left hanging by its deeds

For Those Worthy Of It…
for mia

Earned and secured
not to be taken carelessly
not to be joked about loosely
gained in slow motion
lost in a heart-beat
a lover’s debt to the other paid.

Remembered, cherished
served the first piece
offered the first bite
first to stand up
last to secure all doors at night.

Promises are always paid
and failure to, explained.
Wisdom and position recognized
guidance with compassion
strictness with its tenderness
no hashed over diggings- up of blame.

White-haired sage is owed it
young survivor knows it
culture, passages, and life
will tell you who receives it
contrarily, who bestows it.

Good to give and get it,
never to be overlooked
honored in the subtle ways
not ever made to wonder or to wait.
Respect; the admirer’s wordless garland
left hanging by its deeds, upon a worthy’ s gate.

Karima Hoisan
April 24, 2013
Costa Rica

*Inspired by someone asking me, my definition of respect

Posted in Poems, Slices of Second Life | Tagged , , , , | 6 Comments

It’s Like This…

Posted on April 19, 2013 by Karima Hoisan
tree painting cloud blowing wind landscape large by mattsart

tree painting cloud blowing wind landscape large by mattsart

It’s Like This
for a poet

The first line
is like a pearl pressed in your hand
by a total stranger.
Just take it.
Say, ” Thank you.”

The ones after that
you can almost own,
bend and hold
but still
they aren’t yours.

After some stanzas
the muse takes your hand
you promenade, trees bowing
on the boulevard;
your words trail behind.

The sun is going down
It’s all so smooth.
The muse whispers, “Stop”
and if you’re listening,
you sign your name.

Karima Hoisan
April 19, 2013

Posted in Poems, Slices of Second Life, Uncategorized | Tagged , , | 10 Comments

Filtered

Posted on April 17, 2013 by Karima Hoisan

Filtered

Filtered,
because otherwise
we would all o.d. on Life.
Better to latch the dirt to our eyes
the rose tints.
I know the poets;
they would be screaming first.
Keep it filtered, alkaline
Don’t put names and innocent smiles
on the numbers.
Graph it, stack them in mass graves,
nameless
memorial-free
that’s much easier
on our kind…
safer.

Keep it streaming,
take it to the limits,
drop it out to sea.
Just let a few things close to home
pass through our sieve
to pop up on our screens.
Let’s forget the rest,
our dark animal howls,
our gnashing teeth that maim,
something we almost thought we’d seen
but now it’s gone
and there’s a silly tweet,
to pull us away,
twenty new things we have to do,
so we can start to feel safe-guarded
diffused.
Leave the rest to blow away like leaves
sounds with no meaning
bombs that fall
in places with low ratings..
It’s my hope to never watch that show
anywhere again.
If I start to peek
and see sweet boys
holding posters for peace,
I will never be able to eat,
forgive my bloody human race
or sleep.

Karima Hoisan
April 17th 2013
Costa Rica

*Thank you to Scottius Polke for talking about this
subject with me. It was my reason for writing the poem.

Posted in Uncategorized | 7 Comments

April 18th

Posted on April 14, 2013 by Karima Hoisan
Hoisan Family Monument LINC Island SL

Hoisan Family Monument LINC Island SL

My father died on April 18th, when I was twelve years old. This is the first poem I have ever written about that, and it is more than a few decades later. Every April since, I have felt like I might write something…and then I never do. It was time.
What does this have to do with SL? On my sim, LINC Island, I have made a family memorial and this is what is engraved on my father’s side. Through the wonders of our virtual world, I can lay flowers on his grave, even though I am thousands of miles away from where he is buried, and this year I will also place this poem.
Please take the time to click on the .mp3 link entitled April 18th by Karima Hoisan.mp3.
I composed the music for this too. Maybe enjoy is not the right word, but I hope you can feel this one, and I am sure some might even relate.

April 18th by Karima Hoisan.mp3

You once whispered this to me,
“We will have eternity,
so dry your tears,
and while you’re waiting,
  live your life my daughter,
then come and talk to me.”

So much time has run behind,
my questions I had saved to ask
are not the ones, I had that day, when I was twelve
and you were lowered down into the ground.

But then you came to me in dreams,
You said, “Don’t touch me, I’m not yet real.”
I hover here because you are so young
and I am sorry I could not stay to see you grow.

So some days, I feel the bleak is calling out,
I feel tired of it all, and I miss you as if you’d died last night,
and eternity seems a long way off, an endless wait
and in some ways, I’m still that little bud too fragile.

Life has showered me with wild flowers
and  sometimes bathed my hopes in hopeless rain.
 An adult, I can still see the road that brought me here,
so I write new questions I would like to ask you on that day.

Does a girl ever grow up, if her father is not there to see?
Is she not a tree in the forest of first love’s loss, falling and no one hears her?
and history shifts to what it was not going to be
and really, as I get older, it’s getting harder for me to wait to see you.

I try not to cry, when someone stands in front of me and says your name.
I know that it’s approaching, that time, when once again I’ll be your little girl.
I want to tell you my mistakes, what made me laugh and why I was still crying.
To sit upon your lap and then, Oh Daddy!
all the time in the world is what you promised me.

Karima Hoisan
April 14th, 2013
Rest In Peace, LINC Island

Posted in Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 10 Comments

Wired and Happy – Revisited

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Karima Hoisan
"Upload complete you alien freaks!!"

“Upload complete you Alien Freaks!!”  Artist: Sigfred Rodenberger

OK..I know..this is pretty out there, but when I went to the Criss Museum back in 2011 to see Sigfred Rodenberger’s show, I was repulsed and fascinated at the same time by this drawing. I put it up in my gallery, where I didn’t really look at it again until a few weeks later. All of  sudden crazy images, and words came flying out of it and spilled all over my paper..I am not sure I picked them all up * smiles, but hope you can make some sense out of it, and just feel a bit crazy too. Two years later, I wrote this music track and I think through the wonders of voice morphing (which I have yet to try) I could do this one live too at a reading someday. Anyway Here it is re-dished up two years later with a new beat (my own) and still as scattered and wired as ever. For those of you who are new to my blog, please don’t judge me by just this one 🙂 Click on the .mp3 link below to hear me recite, come on don’t be lazy…just give it a click *winks
Wired and Happy – Karima Hoisan.mp

Wired and Happy
Inspired by the drawing of the same name~ Artist~  Sigfred Rodenberger

I gotta Bluetooth in my Third Eye
sending me secret files from Mars-
Upload Complete! You Alien Freaks!! Now let me Go!
GO! GO!
Hooking Up to World SatCom
so my fingertips can drop those bombs.
I’m a wired drone coming to your neighborhood soon-
I have the universe in my cortex,
I’m a werewolf’s metaversed full moon
and I’m howling too.

I got 5 beats going a.t.m.-euro tecno- tecno ecno –
ethno chill -groove and discoverable-
From tip to toes I’m wired to capture every nuance of my dance.
I can play it back when I close my eyes
boogie with myself ‘n be my own romance.
I’m wired and happy about it-
You getting it? I’m wired and happy about it!

My Bluetooth is beeping, so just excuse me-
I have 24 encrypted files that are downloading you see-
Shaking  my cardiac arrest for all it’s worth-
Makes me go….
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Makes me go….
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
So wired and whack and I don’t look back!!!
Download Complete! You Alien Freaks!! Now let me Go!
GO! GO!

I’m processing 15 YouTubes while I dance in this Geeked -Out- Club!
My kind of peeps, androids posing as bouncers and thugs-
I’m editing, splicing, and drooling and that’s the way I like it!
Wired and happy about it-
I said I’m wired and happy about it!

I just copied 16 thousand frames and never lost the beat.
I’m dropping the lot in your DropBox and re-logging
just to get back my speed-
I got 10 songs going ’round and ’round
My tongue is numb so I roll it up and hum along-
Conversion Complete! You Alien Freaks!! Now let me Go!
GO! GO! GO!
I’m wired and happy about it..
I said  I’m wired and happy about it!

Karima Hoisan
March 30, 2011
Virtual Art Gallery Linc Island SL

Posted in Poems, Slices of Second Life | Tagged , , , | 18 Comments