maritim’s blog

I am just chilling in the office trying to think of something to write seeing as my creative self is blocked right now.

I must confess I am a chap averse to matter of the heart, that is thing to do with love and all that jazz.  But now the other week I met this girl, the more I talked to her the more my heart did back flips.  I have had my share of relationships and they have not been like this.

Now almost all the time am either thinking of her or talking her on phone.  Good thing is that she feels the same way to because it rather be embarrassing to be solo here.

I hope it turn out well because I'm rather confused right now.

I not sure what type of day this will turn out to be.  Boring or a alright one nevertheless woke up feeling weird and did not want to come to the office probably due to a hazy night. 

Remeber the Mahalo deal I told you chaps about I'm getting a bit woozy about it. The excitement seems to be gone but i think it is temporary most likely due to a lot on my mind this week.

I'll be crisp on Monday.

I have been a bit staid in my blogging for the past few days, mainly because of a project I was working on.  (More on that from my last post.) 

As I was listening to the radio last night, some girl called in and spoke the DJ, now this is a call in show of some sorts when you call in and air your views on the topics of the day.  She told the DJ that she felt all alone.  Now this girl lives with her parents, she is an only child and they’ve taken to locking her up. Her only refuge is now her cell phone.  No friends because she can not hang out with them.

Her folks think that out there she’ll be contaminated, get pregnant, get bad friends and generally go down the wrong path.  So the decided to lock up their precious diamond to preserve its shine, so to speak. 

Now being an old enough chap myself, I feel sorry for her and wish all the best what do you guys think of such a situation?

I wrote a poem for her hope that she’ll read it one day,

Emptiness threatened to kill

To send you to silence and darkness

And space is full

Of nothing

Of no one

And it is like the rapture

With no trumpets, fire and light

Just chatter of familiar

Yet mechanical voices

And artificial warmth like

2345 AD, the end of the world

And you are all alone

Shivering in a dusty mist

Crying out,” is anybody here?”

Like Pink Floyd

Silence, not so pin drop silence

A voice, “yeah! I am here”

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I am very pleased and happy that my pal and good friend, Tony Mochama is launching his poetry anthology on 10^th November 2007 at the Goethe Institute in Nairobi.  Tony, for the time that I have know him is a mad chap and the book aptly titled, ‘What if I am a Literary Gangster?’ promise more madness.

I haven’t read the book yet but from the titbit I have gathered I think it will be a great read.

Tony is one of the individuals I can call a soldier for the art of poetry, which for those who do not know is a sublime art.  Poetry is not a conglomeration of sounds and rhythmic rhymes where words haven’t any meaning other than the superficial.  Poetry is a well thought out collage of merging thoughts, ideas and letters which gives out something different at every encounter.

I will attend the book launch and give you a detailed review after that .  All I can say is that this bodes well for our poetry.

For Theo Van Gogh

Yeah we'll meet

up above, yonder

and we'll ponder

over words and pictures

as we stare over the neon horizon

with flickering lights

like lightbulbs and bright ideas

Yeah we'll meet

over drinks at the motel

of eternity

looking at earthlings

slinging in dodgy alleys

unlit and unknown like poetry

and we'll dance

nothing macabre

just a jig

and we'll see things clearly

no hazes

for then we'll know

that for us

the fat lady will never sing

Silence reads the sign in the bar

in the doorway, to the loos above where the jukebox

was laid to rest after a

high guy sprayed it while marking territory

ala a dog

Music tries to steal in

through the keyhole  as two silhouttes merge into one

for that brief

alcohol induced thrill where

excitement heightens as steps approach

steps to open the door and let in the bar

and release the quiet trickle

of that old man's piss

and the hushed movements

of the couple in a kiss.

 I read Ginger_sister's post the other day and it got me thinking.  What purpose if any are we here for?  Is it to fill up numbers so that earth has like 6 billion chaps or is there a grand design for all us.

I believe there is! coz if not we would all be just there lounging waiting for an end.  I think that for everyone of us the possibility of living our dreams is there not that everyone will be wealthy and all but I am of the opinion that we can all get to a point where we are all comfortable.  where everyone can truly enjoy their lives.

I recently discoverd a website called Jewcy  It is a website for the hippy jew if I may call it that.  The website is not you average religious site, all stuffy and condescending, not it a cool site with great graphics and all.

But my main concern with it is not the aesthetics but the content.  The website gives voice to what I would call the alternative jewish voice, where discussion on all and any topics is okay.  i have had experiences with jews being a non jew myself and hearing a voice spring out is great .

check it out guys