“Chilled”

Posted on November 30, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

I know..I know..it has been two weeks since my last post, and that is very unusual for me, so I hope my loyal readers are still with me. Where have I been? I have been lost in the snowdrifts and glacier caves, and chilly ice-house rooms of a new world I am building on Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand. Yes I am still in Second Life (about to turn 4 years old next month too) but I, who am not what you would call a builder that could pass a safety code in any virtual world, am now completing my third world here. Kitely, which is just about to take off and be officially ready and functioning, (it is in Beta at the moment) has now opened up the Public Worlds…to the public, and so I had even more incentive to get my latest one, entitled “Frozen Warmth” ready for open- house so to speak. If you would like to visit this frozen foreign land, just click on the link and it will start the entry process, http://www.kitely.com/virtualworld/Karima-Hoisan/Frozen-Warmth.  There are a few things one must do, at first to get in, but they are easy and well -explained. After the initial downloading of a plug-in, it is no more than clicking on a url, and poof.. in a minute you are there. You can also find a list of who else is there you might know from Second Life or any life by opening the public world tab and seeing a list. Entry to my worlds is free of charge, so please feel free to visit and not worry about any charge . For a more detailed explanation on Kitely and what they offer, and how it is set up, click on their main webpage here Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand. I am excited about this possibility to create more than one world and not have to pay a fortune in tiers to do it. This opens so many possibilities, for creative people everywhere, and without mentioning specifics, I am seeing many names I know from Second Life, making their new worlds beautiful and amazing.
So, below is the first YouTube machinima poem I have filmed on my new “Frozen Warmth.” Not much warmth shows in the video, but you are invited to come and find those cozy places yourself, and sit by a fire for awhile. I want to mention just a few things about this latest machinima, the first being that I am hoping it will be my last one filmed with the hindrance of lack of mouse, and especially lack of 3D mouse. I have ordered one, and by the time it gets here, it might be Christmas, but eventually I will hopefully present much more polished and smoother versions of what it is I do in my videos. I think I probably will always have that “hand-held” camera look, but maybe a more fluid variety of  the same. I also want to share that I had once again written an entirely different score for these images, and when I put it together, I found, it did not move me at all..so I thought, “If it doesn’t move Me..imagine my readers and friends!…” and I threw it all out and started over again. I am much happier with the music I did settle on, and I hope you will agree, that it works with the poetry.
I want to give a special thanks to my SL sister Maria Vought, for sending me some amazing photographs, she had taken of glaciers in Alaska. I used them as textures too in building my world, and you will see them on the final credits.  A big thank-you to The Freesound Project, that has an incredible vault of sounds for just about anything you can think of, under The Creative Commons Attribution. I now present to you my latest YouTube “Chilled.” I hope you feel it was worth the wait, and I promise to try not to go so long, in between posts. Just chill and enter into the world of ice and snow and broken hearts. Enjoy!!


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“Blood Red”

Posted on November 15, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

I am taking a small break from machinima filming, and just hoping to let my poetic muse run free, with no constraints or molds… free to run like the blood that is inside, in constant movement keeping us alive
When I was helping DB Bailey get his Stanford show together, I revisited his photo stream, (David Denton Architect Photostream) to download and then upload about eighty images to be shown. I am always moved deeply by these photos, but the favorite color group, the one I most resonate to, is the group of blood red. This is what these photos say to me, and I invite you to listen to my recording of the poem to the beautiful music of Era’s “E Lucevan Le Stelle”.  I know this is a little more complicated than a YouTube but please just click on this link below and hopefully listen to the audio .mp3 while you read along and let the illustrations transport you into the story. Enjoy!
“Blood Red by Karima Hoisan.mp3”    

The party and the passions got out of hand

Blood Red

The party quickly got out of hand, guests trampled the welcome mat as they ran out the door,
plates and glasses smashed and scattered, the bent and broken silverware lay strewn upon the floor,
tables tipped and over-turned, plumed hats sailed by like ruby leaves caught in a whirl-wind gust.
Oh, what was this riot really? Was it just about the ordinary human themes of sex and betrayal, jealousy and lust?

The city was a crimson fishbowl of transparent intrigue

The city was a crimson fishbowl of transparent intrigue, nothing could be hidden,  for few and far between were any solid walls.
Sunset was a time to warm up dreams and fantasies, to spy on neighbors, as they strolled the wide and open halls.
The archaic interwoven with the growing up, the innocence of new, this urban structure mimicked in almost every way, the residents inside.
Widowers stationed in their windows, lost to fantasies of youth, watched the flowing nubile fillies, going out for fresh air and a ride.

Hari Kana was a rose in bloom that walked the penthouse floors

Hari Kana was a rose in bloom that walked the penthouse floors, perfuming the very air around her, doing her daily chores, washing heavy carpets in a sink.
Just a servant of the household, just a girl with dreams of white embroidered wedding dresses, then later on, some tiny pattering feet of pale blue or pink.
She never left the confines of this high perched loft of style, and the first rays of purple dawn, caught her working, scrubbing, serving.
Her unblemished beauty alone, should have gifted her a much more suitable life, taking Hari  far away from the drafty winds that blew, for she was so much more deserving.

Every day in fuchsia's morning light, he stood wrapped in the shadows of his room...

Everyday in fuchsia’s morning light, he stood wrapped in the shadows of his room, peering up through floors of glass to watch her day advance.
Hari Kana had caught his eye, he was obsessed with every move, he traced and followed her graceful steps, composing love letters in his head of sensual romance.
He knew she was a bit too young to care for him and those desires he had pounding in his loins and heart.
Her look would be of shocked surprise, if ever once declared, these day dreams through an open window, that made his blood-flow stop and start.

On Tuesday she took all the rugs and beat them with a whisk,for Saturday would be the party

On Tuesday she took all the rugs and beat them with a wire whisk,  for Saturday would be the party. The penthouse had to be in spotless, crisp perfection.
Her ruby lips were full and filled his opera glasses, lens pressed tight against his open eyes, now all he saw was their moist rosebud reflection.
She was so completely unawares, of the hours and hours that he spent, in quiet, focused, love-sick adoration, night and day.
Her mind now occupied its time thinking of a handsome boy, who standing in the open door, captured her heart as she signed for a package, before she sent him on his way.

When dreams collide instead of harmonize, the air turns dangerous with poison and revenge

When dreams collide instead of harmonize, the air turns dangerous with twists and timing, bad links are clicked into their place, and then are set in motion.
She imagined a waltz when no one thought to see what she was doing, perhaps outside the kitchen door, staring into stars and that young man’s magic eyes, the color of the ocean.
But the one who came up to her face, in the open archway, who timidly did greet her, was not the young man she had wished and dreamed for,
instead it was the towering figure of a large -set man who took this opportunity, and found himself invited to the suite where Hari Kana stood, receiving hats and coats, on top the welcome mat inside the door.

As luck would have it, the party which was in full celebration on that fateful Saturday...

 As luck would have it, the party which was in full celebration on that fateful Saturday, at the penthouse, high above the harbor and the narrow dockside streets,
was hit with the first few tremors of an earthquake rolling, shaking every floor beneath, swaying in jarring vibrations that tossed many off their feet.

As the intensity increased, Hari Kana was thrown into the loving arms of the unknown...


As the intensity increased, Hari Kana was thrown into the loving arms of the unknown, and held tight to a stranger’s chest, just as the panicked guests flowed out and down in a fearful tidal wave.
Many died and fell into the harbor, with the twisting girders, frames and floors, but some, they say, fell on top of strangers they had never seen before,
who with just their bodies, protected them from impact, and were nameless unsung heroes, quick and brave,
Hari Kana was allowed to live her dreams, for she was one of those, who miraculously survived to tell her story, and was saved. 

Karima Hoisan
Nov. 15, 2011
Linc Island Renacer SL


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“DB Shoots DB”

Posted on November 8, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

Someone asked me what this title, which is the title of my latest YouTube offering, really meant, as it could be taken in the more literal “Bang Bang” sense, instead of the photographic one. Well this latest offering of poetry, music and imagery was created for an architect, artist and photographer who has done more to stimulate my own muse, than just about anyone I know in either world, my friend DB Bailey in Second Life, David Denton Architect out there in the physical world. His current Installation on the virtual campus of Stanford University Libraries, was created to celebrate the opening of a new Library on the Stanford Campus in Real life. He chose the title “DB Shoots DB” as it was designed to showcase his photography that he has shot and collected from his many builds and installations here in Second Life. This is more of an RL event than an SL one, but the installation will be up for awhile, and I think it deserves to be visited just to be able to enter and be surrounded by the beautifully unique structure he has created for the occasion. His photographs will be displayed as a rotating slide show and also will be seen in his rooms made from them. There is a movie screen that you can watch a streaming version of the YouTube below.
I must say that working with DB has been both a challenge (bordering on the traumatic) but very rewarding  too. The part that makes his builds always so interesting and alluring is also the part that makes it a little hard to keep up with him and pin him down on when he thinks it’s “finished” His Art is in a constant state of change..and flux..It is always changing, and perhaps that is why he has such a vast collection of photos on Flickr (David Denton Photostream). I am witness to the fact that photos shot in the morning and then shot again a few hours later, might look like a totally different place in time and space. One time when I was writing “The Colored Dreams”, I welled up in tears as a place I was using and was going to use again for my illustrations looked like a hurricane had hit it, it was in blown down and tumbled disarray. When I said “What have you done here to this beautiful room? “He answered, and this is a paraphrase, but basically he said “Don’t get too attached to anything I build, because I don’t.” I realized then, that was how it was, and he lived his Art and his gift in that zen moment of here today but probably not tomorrow. This is a new concept for me, as I am a nostalgic poetic type who likes to drag it all along behind her, and also I am more secure when I think I know where I am heading. I spent time daily watching him work on this installation and I began to take some pictures when he asked me if I might write a poem for it. Then as it morphed and grew he asked if I would like to make a machinima about it, and I was so excited about that request I began immediately to compose the music for an airy, light netted  and chambered structure surreal  and hard to define..and then I was writing the words and it grew and changed slightly…then I was shooting a few scenes and before I knew it I had it almost all together, when I came the next day, the feeling had turned into something else..The build looked like it had eaten itself  in the night and grew into a hot plate of heaviness, with lava chambers, and wow I was so shocked, I thought, “Oh now I will have to throw it all out! This is not what I filmed or wrote about..Well we did that dance a few times, DB changing his mind and his direction, and this poet frantically changing her lines,trying to keep up. Then one day he said,”Well I will be done on Friday and I won’t change a thing after that.” and I said sort of half kidding, sort of not, “Well if you change anything after Friday, too bad for you.” He agreed on that “too bad for you” clause, and assured me the poem would still fit and I pushed ahead and finished it. So now, if you see this video and someday see the finished structure (which is being changed a bit more, no doubt, as I write these words) you will see my video has little to do with what was settled upon, although the very last scene is from the final stage, but it does bear witness and capture in words and imagery the process, the history, the magic of the flow of creativity. DB knows how to ride this flow and see it through to whatever it whispers in his ear it wants to be. I learned in this whole process of collaboration, how important that is, that both just flow and not try to set end-lines, or expectations, or hang on too long to what has been created, because no matter how beautiful, its time will pass too, and it will change into something else.. So on that note I invite you to see my video “DB Shoots DB” and then to take a look at the build in person when you can. His photographs of his past installations are both beautiful, dreamlike and almost futuristic and alien in feeling. I think Stanford University Libraries chose wisely when they invited him to create a space there for their RL event. DB’s artful build is the sweet delicious dessert that beckons and captures the imagination of anyone who is lucky enough to be invited to dine there. “Dessert will be served in the Library…DB Shoots DB”


*Footnote

I went back to have a look just as I published this post, and was not surprised to see an even more beautiful version of this morphing design. I include a few photos after the video so you can see the “final stage” to appreciate  what was captured in the video was only a few growing pains in its short but artistic life.

Dessert is now light and served on gold plates

Some thick bands of light captured a second before they disappeared

**There is no direct landing point by the way, so if you use the LM to Stanford University Libraries I have linked above, it will not take you directly to the build. Just fly up a little and look around, you can’t miss it.


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Unfinished

Posted on October 30, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

Art copies Art copies Life and visa versa. I find myself once again very much inspired by a painting in progress, which does not even have a name at this stage, from my dear artist friend Jan Betts, whose paintings also have inspired my poems and many chapters of my machinima series “The Two” The more time I find myself spending on my Kitely World, “Water and Glass”, the more I feel influenced by its cool blue colors, to reach into my nostalgic memories and create from there. This will be my third poem I have written in what I am calling my “Water and Glass Series.” The other two, “Water and Glass” and my bilingual “Shooting Star” have had that common thread of pensive musing, and nostalgia. I feel in this latest one, an air of virtual nocturne being played under the watchful eye of a Full Diva Moon.
Jan is sharing with her readers on her blog, the morphing of a painting, from the first splatters to the finished signed work of art (see blog post) and this metaphor filled me and inspired what I offer below in my latest YouTube video poem. I recommend her site, Jan Betts Art, to view and enjoy a collection of what is almost a lifetime of her Art.
I also want to say a special thank you once again to Linda Kellie, whose world on Kitely as well as her webpage, offer so many wonderful things , all free, and full perm, to make any virtual world more beautiful, comfortable, and more romantic (I love her cuddle pillows and dances)
The YouTube is in high quality, so it looks good in full-screen. The music is another one of my Garage Band originals (no loops involved) so I hope you will enjoy the finished “Unfinished”
I will include the words to the poem below the video.

Unfinished

The full moon climbs to the center stage for soon it will begin to whisper and reveal
floating high above me, while I am on the shoreline of yet one more sea of memories.
Unfinished you have left me,  just like your painting on the easel waiting.
Unfinished, reminding me how totally incomplete I am, without your artist’s loving hand.

Every pastel watery stroke, when your brush dipped into oil and every word we spoke,
comes to haunt, when the glowing Diva strips away my protection of a busy day.
and loneliness whispers in my ear, “Now you know it’s  always going to be this way.”
Your Art is my home, your Art is the garden in which I now walk alone.

I take your colors and change them into words and throw them on the sea.
I take the emptiness I feel inside and cast it out upon the moonlight waves.
Unfinished you have left me, your master work, your passion and your gifted responsibility,
and like the last painting incomplete, I am not sure what it is that I’m supposed to be.

All the words and all the scenes are swirling o’er my wandering night-watch  dreams.
Your art and way of capturing Life and me, can not be healed on moon drunk reveries.
Now preserved inside of glass, all held like my breath while every scene goes around,
and moon looks down upon a castaway… a work of art abandoned on the ground.

The full moon climbs to its stage for soon it will begin to whisper and reveal
floating high above me, while I am on the shoreline of yet one more sea of memories.
Unfinished you have left me, just like your painting on the easel waiting.
Unfinished, reminding me how totally incomplete I am, without your artist’s hand.

I take your colors and change them into words and throw them on the sea
I take the emptiness I feel inside and cast it out upon the moonlight waves.
Unfinished you have left me, your master work, your passion and your gifted responsibility,
and like the last painting incomplete, I am not sure what it is that I’m supposed to be.

Please return I beg of you…
Do you think I have the strength or gift to finish  what you have begun,
to place your signature upon one corner as living proof that you are pleased with what you have created, and that now your greatest work is finally done?
Just don’t let me drift away haunted for eternity…
Come, to finish this last one that you began, and take your loving time to finally sign me.

Karima Hoisan
October 30, 2011
Water and Glass Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand

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“Tropical Reflections” Karima at Costa Rica Sims Thursday Oct. 27th, 1PM SLT

Posted on October 25, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

Oct.27th 1-2PM SLT "Tropical Reflections"- Featured Poet Karima Hoisan

Well I have come full circle this time, with the latest reading I will do Thursday Oct.27th, as it will be held in a sim dear to my heart, Costa Rica Sims. Not only did I live there, had a big cattle ranch there for over two years, see post,“A Story Full Of Bull” but some of you may not know that I live in Real Life Costa Rica. Giancarlo Takacs CEO for CR Sims, is starting up a new tradition of poetry readings on his Estate, that has grown to over 100 + sims, with 400 residents representing 54 countries from around the world. Costa Rica Sims is one of Sl’s very successful success stories, and Giancarlo has invited me to read on the maiden voyage of what I predict will be a very welcome addition, to all the social activities that this Estate is famous for.

Costa Rica Sims ~400 residents representing 54 countries 0n 100+ sims

A beautiful comfy spot was chosen for "Tropical Reflections"

I will be reading a carefully chosen hour of my own poetry, a few of these I will do bi-lingual and maybe one of Neruda’s classics too.  As always, the reading will be on the music stream with music chosen as a background for each poem, and I will also put up images for each. For those who have never come to a reading of mine, I invite you to pull up a blanket and join me with a poetry loving group of Costa Rica Sims residents and poetry lovers in general.
Here is your ox cart link (our traditional and famous retro mode of transport) and I hope you will join me this Thursday Oct 27th at 1PM SLT to celebrate the first “Tropical Reflections” in my beloved SL/RL Costa Rica.

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Shooting Star / Estrella Fugaz

Posted on October 20, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

I have just finished upping my second YouTube poem, shot on my still-under-construction, amply surreal world “Water and Glass” on Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand. I am anxious to share this one, because it is a totally different mood than the first machinima I posted “Water and Glass” The poem is not new, but was written first in Spanish over a year ago, for my Second Life musician friend and favorite sax player, Seba Sideways. One night he lectured me on the fact that a poet must Always keep writing.. every day and many hours of every day, and it was just what I needed to hear, to get me out of a dry spell, and to also start writing again in Spanish, something I had stopped doing years ago.
I composed this little musical piece, with him in mind, to maybe lay a sax part over it, but then I couldn’t get in touch with him, so I just “had” to post it today as is. If he does get around to doing that, I will switch the music track, something possible to do now on YouTube and not have to start all over again from scratch. I will as always put the words below the video so you can read them. I feel the music made this whole machinima a much happier affair than the first one. I can swing deep between both ends, the melancholy and the exuberant. This piece just makes me want to whistle..and live Life..every minute of it. Enjoy!

“Shooting Star- Estrella Fugaz “
(for Seba Sideways)

Years go by like a shooting star
a week is but a blink of an eye,
loves go away, and  our work is forgotten,
sons and countries are pushed to one side

Se pasan los años como una estrella fugaz
una semana es un pestañear de ojos..
se pasan los amores y labores olvidados,
hijos, países, y sueños dejados por un lado.

Eyes become open and the truth looks like lies,
all is a trick where before we saw  certainty.
We learn to see into the depth of everything
and are surprised to touch the bottom of a mud hole.

Se abren los ojos, y la  verdad se ve mentira,
todo un engaño donde antes  había certeza
Se aprende de ver por el profundo del todo
se  sorprende de tocar hasta el fondo del lodo.

Life,  it’s short, so hard and so beautiful,
a mixture of oil, vinegar and sweetening,
anoint me in this  white and black dressing
in this sad joy to find myself still alive.

La Vida, tan corta , tan dura,  tan bella,
mezcla de  aceite con  vinagre y azúcar.
Ungirme en esta salsa  blanca y negra
en el  triste júbilo de encontrarme aún viva.

Smooth out my soul so I can see us all together,
without distinguishing either age, race or creed,
that every second be well lived and well spent
to reach the heights of what it means to be human.

Blanda el alma para vernos  unidos,
para no distinguir ni edad, raza o credo.
Que cada segundo se viva bien gastado
para alcanzar a las alturas lo que es ser humano

 Karima Hoisan
 May 2, 2010
 Misty Shores Renacer  SL

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Karima at DNA Art And Music Fusion Sunday Oct. 23 12pm SLT

Posted on October 19, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

Poster by Doug Donovan

This Sunday, Oct. 23rd, at high noon SLT  I will be doing a thirty minute reading for the very first time at DNA Art and Music Fusion. Come early and bring a poem or two as there will be an open mic session in voice, starting at 11:30 am SLT and also after my reading. The lovely and talented poet, Grail Arnica, will be hosting the event, and you can just IM her if you want to read one of your own, or a favorite you might like to hear, or want her to read one for you. It should be a very nice affair, and I hope to see my friends and all poetry lovers there with poem in hand. I will do my part at noon on the music stream, and have hand- picked a nice selection, some that I have not done for a long while, and also my latest “Water and Glass” which I plan to do better than I did on the  video *smiles as I sounded a little thorazined I think.
I want to thank my good Second Life friend Doug Donovan for making this poster for me, and for also making me a “one name performer” Last I checked there weren’t many other Karimas giving readings..so I think I am safe. I heard a rumor it is even up on the side of one of his giant skyscrapers too, let me check.  Ah..Yes it is!! He is giving me some free advertising along with the poster. It’s so nice to have friends in high places *coughs.

Skyscraper by Doug Donovan

So please mark this on your calendar and join me for this special reading this Sunday Oct. 23rd. You can get the slurl by clicking on the name of the gallery, and I hope you can make it to DNA and lunch on some fine dining in poetry.


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Water and Glass

Posted on October 12, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

I present to you my new poem, entitled “Water and Glass” I have wanted to write this poem for years, ever since I bought the sculpture,”Severed Connection” from Lash Xevious  who was the mercurially illusive, hard -to- catch, brilliant creator of the now gone sim “La Reve” All things in their time, and I guess a few things had to fall into place, before I finally tried to tell the story as I first felt it in this piece. I had to learn to make machinimas, and also find another virtual world to begin to create a world for this poem. I am thinking I might write a few poems in this theme, as it conjures up many ideas, some not as sad as the one I present here. My new world which is also entitled “Water and Glass” is just beginning to form, and who knows what I might find there that could translate into poetry..or more? I composed the music for this one too once again in Garage Band, and the images were shot both on my new world in Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand and on my own sim in Second Life, Linc Island. The true star is the Art Piece, that captures so much feeling in its posture, and I am sure there are many other interpretations held inside of it too. I saw one afterwards, of how humanity has cut itself off from Nature, and now pines for what it destroyed and lost… I include the poem below the YouTube
Enjoy!

Water and Glass
Another shattered window scene on this merry-go round of broken dreams,
I let the water and the glass now tell my story.
Strike up the lost-love symphony, and lean your last time into me,
for tides are shifting once again, the words fall unheard into sand
and both of us are sorry.

I see you there but can not touch you, we are so close and yet too far to hear.
I wait for you to break this deafening wall between the aches,
while ripples of sadness lap my pane, we tried and failed once again.
It’s lonelier when sunlight plays, upon the rolling pale blue waves
in dimming curtains of dying bright, your fading vision grows opaque.

Water’s wearing down the rocks, to sand, and glass is forming in our hands,
transparent walls spring up so clear and tall, now you no longer hear me.
Strike up a new lost symphony, here I am upon my knees I  can no longer hear you.
I only wait to maybe catch your footsteps at my gate, and we can try again
to crack this wall of twisted deafening destiny.

But every day seems longer and we never find the means, and I am growing tired.
It’s like being worn down by an ocean’s crashing surf that pounds, and pounds
and soon I will be a sunken vessel on the bottom of our love’s deepest floor.
May the creatures come to know and love me, better than you learned to love me,
may I turn to glass, and never hear another sound.

We go round ‘n round, both knowing there’s a giant wave that’s coming to our door
Hope is what is breaking on my chest, it’s not the wall that cracks, but me
And hope breaks on my jagged heart, in riptides of furious energy.
I should prepare myself to say goodbye but no matter how I strain my eyes
That reality is just too painfully hard to see.

Another shattered window scene..on this merry-go round of broken dreams
I let the water and the glass now tell my story.
Strike up the lost-love symphony, and lean your last time into me,
for tides are shifting once again, the words fall unheard into sand
and both of us are sorry.

Karima Hoisan
Oct. 12, 2011
LINC Island Second Life

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The Two – Chapter Thirteen – The Final Chapter – A Narrated Machinima

Posted on October 5, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

Ta Da!!
My series “The Two,” now officially ends on this last chapter, and if you have been following it since the beginning, I hope you will enjoy and approve of how it concludes.
Wow… I can’t believe it’s over, but it truly is! I will not do another prequel, sequel,  or spin-off on this story, which originated with my first SL- illustrated series, “The Colored Dreams.” I can see how another could be possible, within this story-line, but I am ready to start something brand new, whenever my muse points me in the right direction. Somebody asked me if this were based on a true story, and I answered them, that in a very poetic way, yes it is.. a story that I know personally, but have chosen to color, for the screen and not for a black and white auto-biographical questionnaire. I have enjoyed preparing each episode, and it has been for me a labor of love, and even a few revelations, that I too had kept hidden from myself. As I was giving free -reign to my muse (which could be another name for our sub-conscious) to move the story-line along chapter to chapter, I felt the incredible freedom, of allowing a current I was not in control of, to thicken my plot, and carry the story onwards. I am first and really a poet, not a novelist, or a filmmaker, but in this series, I learned so much about story-telling and filming in Second Life. I will once again admit, to all the less than perfect techniques used to make these films, but I do hope that some of that was balanced out by my story-line, the original music, imagery and the telling of it. For those of you who would like to catch up and see ones you might have missed please look to my category here entitled “The Two.” I also have a YouTube playlist that makes it very easy to see them all in order, if you like and can be found here “YouTube Playlist –  The Two”. So…here it is Chapter Thirteen, The Final Chapter, filmed on both Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand and in Second Life and I offer it to you, my readers and my friends, for your enjoyment, and  satisfaction, and may you be pleasantly surprised how it concludes too. As always, the YouTube is in high quality, so feel free to play it full-screen and turn up your sound. Sighs… I am starting to feel a small wave of elation mixed with postpartum depression, which seems to be quite normal after the birth of a large and healthy creative love- child. All good things come to end..and hopefully you will agree that “The Two” fits in that category. All comments are welcome…and Enjoy!!



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Karima Hoisan @ Burn2 Sunday Oct.2 3pm-4pmslt

Posted on September 29, 2011 by Karima Hoisan

Come and Let My Poetry Ignite Your Burn!! Poster by MenuBar Memorial

 I’m really excited about this reading coming up at Burn2 (Sl’s version of Burning Man) as it is the first time I have ever performed at one. I have chosen a good selection of favorites as I know this will be a whole new audience for me. I hope you all, my readers and friends can join me at Center Camp on Sunday at 3pmslt. Get Your Burn On dressing up creatively, and show your style and join the community. This year’s Burn2 is looking so good. The Art is incredible, and a line up for an entire week of great music, poetry, and performances.  So I hope you come and join me this Sunday at 3pmslt.
 I will be performing at the Center Camp Stage… here is your pick-up truck…to pick you up
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Burning%20Man-%20Silver%20Seed/54/18/25

Thanks once again to MenuBar Memorial for another colorful poster!

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