tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1215446647125664692024-03-13T07:16:54.977-07:00Lantern ChroniclesOriginal Poetryeizzy.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16948589188018557888noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-12529242675761218652009-10-26T23:44:00.000-07:002009-10-26T23:46:10.588-07:00SAVED BY THE SPIRIT<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Boredom drapes me like the dark drapes the skies.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Sleep evades my white widened eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I must remedy this before i reach my demise!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I wake from my cocoon,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">In search for a distraction.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Something that will quench my overwhelming boredom,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Or at least numb my situation...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Off to the kitchen!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I open the magic box that turns on its own lights,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Search from top to bottom for a dissuading delight.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">And behold what stands before my sight...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">FOOD!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I NEED A DRINK…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">A SPIRITUAL DRINK!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Am on the brink of destruction,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Spontaneous combustion,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Please call me for a drink SOME ONE!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I scroll through my phonebook with utmost urgency,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Hoping to find someone with needs as me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">From 'a' to 'b' then x,y,zee...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Oh my god the agony.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I grudgingly walk back to my confined little space,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Where i try to convince myself that this is my fate,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Then i get a text that lights up my face!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">"Drop wat ur doin, hse party at my place".<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I get my things ready,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Jump into my Suzuki,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Drive so fast that even Lightning has nothing on me!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Lights, bloody traffic lights,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Please turn green already!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Ok, now am at the party,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Breathing heavy,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">And standing right before me is a plethora of beautifully placed intoxicants...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I cried!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Waragi,gilbys,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Different sorts of whiskeys,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">White mischief, black mischief,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Teasing me so gently. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Eyes wide open,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Mouth agap,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Swiftly am whisked away to pick me a cup.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">1 swig 2 swigs 3 swigs 4,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Am done wit those ones,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">pass me some more.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Slowly I transcend from this to another world,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">One where everything is perfect and pavements are made of gold.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I see a lonely damsel she seems to be cold,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Remember, am drunk, ergo, am bold!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">"Excuse me, do you mind if I tula wansi,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Am sure I could tickle your fancy.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Tour you like Kampala city,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Hit the pot holes as I drive you crazy."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">If you know what I mean…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">...she slaps me<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">But am a man,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I grab me a cocktail,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">And as I scope for another female<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I swig it once twice thrice,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">And at this point I can run on thin ice...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">So I step closer,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">But my conscience begs more liquor.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">If I don’t drink,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Perhaps I wont be able too talk to her…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Back to the reservoir!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I turn in search for that other sumptuous chic,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">But damn shed disappeared like a freaking magic trick!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">This is impossible if you know what I mean,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I feel like that boys to men song…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Girl in a life magazine!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">But ah, who cares,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">I have my drink at least,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB">Let me just sit here and enjoy my spiritual feast!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Ntarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758646962988635553noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-88641301444947447982009-05-27T03:49:00.000-07:002009-05-27T03:50:40.437-07:00Black n WhiteExtract from Facebook page:<br /><br />Once again i would llike to thank everyone that attended our last meet(17-05-09) at the Theatre in the green room. As expected, there was a grand scope of deep poetry both simple and complex oonce again prooving the point that deep does not only mean complex.Our next meet will be this Sunday (31st-05-09) at the National Theatre. This time round, we have a theme. The selected theme is 'BLACK AND WHITE'. Please remember, there are no restrictions to content, idea, writing style etc. Basically, feel free, go wild and express yourself.Also remember, it is not a must for everyone to write...just come and enjoy poetry!eizzy.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16948589188018557888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-76767167814096047832009-05-25T06:08:00.000-07:002009-05-25T06:35:38.958-07:00my first timeI remember my first time,<br />she softly asked: 'would u like me above you,<br /> or do you want to be between my legs?<br />I hesitated,<br /> didn't know what to say but from what friend said,<br />between her legs was the best way…<br /> so i sheepishly replied...<br />'between your thighs.'<br /><br />heaven knows how anxious I'd become.<br />I had waited far too long.<br />her hands were gentle and soft<br />and when she first touched me,<br />my eyes closed and I was lost.<br /><br />stroking each and every inch of me,<br />taking me further to wonderland...<br />god damn this lady's hand.<br />when I opened my eyes i saw bits of me that I'd held onto for so long<br /> fall in slow motion to the ground.<br /><br />then just like that, it was over,<br />bringing me back to reality.<br />but for that brief moment…<br />i was in ecstasy.<br /><br />when done, i stand up, clean self', and pay up.<br />just before i go through the door,<br />i look back,thank her, take a long look back at her…<br />and at my hair on the floor.<br />my first kololo haircut.Ntarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758646962988635553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-81972610453352044992009-05-21T09:04:00.000-07:002009-05-21T09:07:58.807-07:00Check it out...We just concluded a meet themed "Poverty".<br />Interesting, intriguing and definitely amusing; showing the different faces, causes, views and paradigms there are to this socially crippling evil.<br /><br />The lantern Meet just concluded its inaugural Poetry Recital. which went beautifully if the comments are anything to go by.Unfortunately the pictures are still coming in, but stay posted. I believe Sam has better and more pics that we will put up soon.<br /><br />extract from <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=22324772023&ref=ts">facebook group page</a>, check it out for more updates, info, pics, member lists and more!eizzy.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16948589188018557888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-67203272118522666762009-04-28T02:29:00.001-07:002009-04-28T02:29:57.369-07:00UpdateHi<br /><br />What it is?<br /><br />This is to thank you very very much for joining us at the previous meets and to give you a little insight into the Lantern Meet of Poets.<br /><br />The Lantern Meet of Poets is a society of young writers with the major objective of restoring to Africa the era of Great Literary legends.<br />In effort to begin this journey, The Lantern Meet set out by inviting the public to enjoy poetry written by...who else but themselves.<br /><br />African culture, like many great traditions of the past, was very rich in poetry that was expressed through song, verse and rhyme by which the history of<br />tribes, stories of the heroism of legendary warriors and society’s norms were passed on. It was also used by famous poets like Okot p’Bitek to tackle<br />several burning issues during the days of Africa’s self-rediscovery after independence.<br /><br />It is a paradox, therefore, that there seems to be a great aversion for poetry especially within the current generation’s educated bracket of Africans.<br />This problem can be traced to secondary school level where poetry is often presented to students as a very complicated form of<br />Self expression/communication, rather than as ‘the art of communication that involves use of the best words in the best order.’<br />This makes most students- including even many Literature students- avoid it altogether. The result is that most people do not get to discover and/or<br />develop their talent for poetry. The few individuals with a real appreciation of the art find themselves isolated, with no one to share their passion.<br />They too eventually give it up. Thus the Lantern Meet of Poets.<br /><br />The Lantern Meet of Poets has staged two (2) public poetry recitals that took place on the 16th of August, 2008 in the CICP room and on the 30th of January,<br />2009 in the main auditorium both at the National Theatre. We plan to have our third public recital in August 2009. The specific date will be communicated.<br /><br />The Lantern Meet of Poets meets once a fortnight at the national theatre from 3pm to 6pm (when people keep time...please keep time). We request the poet to have their poems typed out and their name (author’s name) left out. This is done to minimise biases during the critic.<br /><br />We have two kinds of meets. The themed and non-themed (open) poetry meets. During themed poetry meets, a theme is communicated to the members who are challenged to write towards that particular theme in whatever perspective they choose.<br />It so happens that the next meet (3rd May 2009) will be themed and the theme is ‘child abuse’. Please remember that we do not restrict you from thinking outside the box. You may play Devils advocate or Gods light!<br />During the non-themed poetry meets, the poets bring whatever mix of poetry they choose to.<br /><br /><br />Again, we would like to thank you for attending our meets and hope to see you again at our next meet on Sunday 3rd May 2009 from 3pm-6pm.<br /><br /><br />For more details you can contact the following:<br />Guy Mambo-0782451218<br />Jason Sabiiti Ntaro-0712815895<br />Pasi-0711163492<br />Ojakol Raymond-0752447509eizzy.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16948589188018557888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-58027269488762476682009-04-17T00:33:00.000-07:002009-04-17T00:38:20.031-07:00I want to have sex!Yes you heard me….sex!!<br />Not emotional filled soft easy melodyScented candle love making.<br />Nah, Just rough sex,Biting necks, clawing at backs, tight reaps, long ass buffalo skinned whips<br />Wrapping and ripping my skin to bits.<br />Bodies raining a mix of blood and sweat,<br />No feeling of love or emotion<br />But of pain and aggression.<br /><br />Intimacy minus intricacy,<br />That’s humanity.<br />We have bred a society of emotionless bodies<br />Take a look and you will see just what I’m saying.<br /><br />We are dead to emotion,<br />we are dead to passion,<br />But we are alive to all things that bring death to this nation.<br />We’ve got troops in the Congos, got troops in Iraq,<br />But tell me a little something,<br />What exactly do they bring back?<br />Freedom for the people that are chained without trial,<br />Or food and comfort for the parentless child?<br />We’ve got rape victims that have been left out to rot,<br />And murderers lurking in the light of day knowing they wont get caught.<br />So why rally for love making,<br />When all emotions gone and all reality is hostility?<br /><br />Thousands are dying,<br />millions of mothers starving so,<br />billions of children crying.<br />And all this coz we slaves to the metal and copper and the ink stained paper.<br />The needy are being suppressed by the greedy,<br />Politicians politicking<br />Keeping the masses sensitized<br />With empty lies<br />Disguised to fool the wise…<br /><br />Instead of protecting the minds of the innocent<br />And raring them to be the breed different<br />We force feed them on the supple nipple of Corruption<br />Till them and the ill are made one.<br /><br />How can one keep the country clean<br />When all this filth fills and flutters in and around the city<br />Under the guise of democracy?<br />How can we claim to be free from tyranny<br />When we live in a land of anarchy?<br />How can we sleep comfortably in our bed at night<br />When there are little girls Lurking in shadows in fright of their “new uncles”?<br /><br /> Fuck love making…<br />I’m sticking to hardcore,<br />Triple x porn fucking!!!Ntarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758646962988635553noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-4393460778288933092009-03-16T10:41:00.001-07:002009-03-16T10:42:11.751-07:00the nether-landsI close my eyes and gaze thru the window.<br />The clouds sink lower,<br />Darkness engulfs the light,<br />Nothing is visible,<br />Nothing is sight.<br /><br />The roads r dull,<br />The grass is damp,<br />The boots i once wore,<br />Now ware my soul down.<br /><br />i take them off,<br />But my feet lack nature,<br />So I stand still and prolong my future.<br /><br />The hurricanes have made bullets of sand,<br />these pebble r no longer part of this land.<br />So i stand in a river flow of salty water,<br />While selfishly,<br />Soft currents caress my current state.<br /><br />It rains 2nyt,<br />Blurry vision so again no sight.<br />i look to the sky<br />As the skies tears wash the evil look from within my eyes…<br />.Ntarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758646962988635553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-86155175963750796382009-03-16T10:29:00.001-07:002009-03-16T10:37:45.908-07:00perhaps i prayed wrongperhaps i prayered wrong<br /><br />I pray it rain<br />so I rid my soul<br />of ths filth tht is u...<br />and it does rain<br />but you're stil lurkin within.<br /><br />Even with hard hail and strong winds<br />you still cling strongr to my withins<br />and drag me down even lower than I alredy was...<br />now my tears fill me<br />flowing freely<br />joining the rains that drape me closely<br />unable to tell being fluid from being fluid.<br /><br /><br />Perhaps I prayered wrong<br />because this pain tht should be long gone<br />wont even fade alitl...<br /><br />now i wish 4 a drizzle.Ntarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758646962988635553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-19001451501257861032008-12-25T01:51:00.000-08:002008-12-25T01:59:27.682-08:00Happy Holidays!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>Merry Christmas 2 all Lanten Meet Poets!!!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>Drink, Eat, Visit your loved ones and slaughter a cow or what ever you do during this time of the year! </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>Bless</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>xoxo</em></strong></span>eizzy.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16948589188018557888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-91647808547232427902008-12-12T08:22:00.000-08:002008-12-12T08:39:40.859-08:00My definition of artistic identity<em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They say a man can have several faces<br />From several traces, of various influences,<br />That make his identity of relevance<br />To who he is, to who he aspires to be.<br />Although we all have different sides,<br />Assume different faces when in different places,<br />These sides end up entwined<br />Into one individual mind.<br />A unique entity<br />With endless possibility<br />Of creative capability<br />Such as these words of poetry, that surge within you and me<br />Making us who we be<br />Branches of the same tree<br />The definition of artistic identity</span>.</strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">copyright 2008 Elizabeth 'Eizzy.k' Kamugisha</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"> </span>eizzy.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16948589188018557888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-72451638794862308502008-12-12T07:45:00.000-08:002008-12-12T07:49:57.144-08:00At last Poetry finds a new haven<span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"Poetry is dead!" was the song my friend Paul sang in my ear when I dragged him to the National Theatre last August to watch a mutual friend of ours perform poetry live on stage. To be fairly honest, I agreed with him 200%. Back in my in my High School days, poetry wasn't exactly my cake of posho in literature class but I had a friend who was going up on stage to make a fool of herself and I could not pass up this opportunity to collect dissing material so on I went with an archaeologist's grin but BOY WAS I SHOCKED! Now normally I tend go overboard with descriptions when my cerebral cortex has been shocked into such awe that I'm robbed of my ability to form intelligible thought so here goes my attempt to shape off their spell. For starters these guys so broke every rule of being African that I am in doubt serious of their skin; FIRST, they started before time! Impressive heh, wait for this one…. They had a full house even before begun; Paul and I there on time and we floated seats! Okay so it was free but this is poetry we're talking about, how many Ugandans even know what that means. Any how the show begun, and my friend was second on stage. The mood started a bit shaky because there was too much light and the poems were short so just as the crowd begun to get it, pooff' the performer was off…..and then out of no where, like a boulder bay's crib, the mood changed. It was only then that I realised that the poems had been arranged carefully to carrot the audience into a trance and before they could realise where they were, it was all over- the shortest three hours of my life. Everything was so effortlessly prepared as if they did this for tea yet I new for a fact that they had been running around like headless chicken for three weeks without a clue of what they were doing. Like I said before I don't really like poetry so when I saw it impeccably dramatised on stage I had to check out these guys for myself. Apparently they call themselves THE LANTERN MEET OF POETS, full of themselves, right? That's exactly what I had in mind when I went to the National Theatre to see what they do. As it would happen, they meet every other Sunday to discuss their poetry. Nothing magical there until you sit in on one of them as I did last Sunday. I was going to meet poets so armed with my dictionary of poetic language I went determined not be ambushed, expecting to hear them hurl at each other words like anapaest and onomatopoeia (I had done my research) but first shocker here, everything was kept simple it was a conversation at a tea party The flow of discussion was very open and genuine though sometimes harsh but what struck me the most was the quality of poetry that was presented. These guys are not joking, they are good! I am not a writer but I was so inspired by these guys that I literally run to my keyboard and started hammering away and till I had this my first blog article and two poems. Talk about dominoes, they are that good. Is poetry dead? Maybe it once was for a while but in these Lantern Meet of Poet guys, it was resurrected. They are fresh and original but most importantly, when you are around them you can't help but feel the passion they have for poetry. To make it worse a lot of them had no Literature background. On the day I was there, there was a lecturer of pharmacy, two architects, a dentist, lawyers, psychologists and I could only guess what the others were doing I mostly appreciated the reference to poetry the basic yet highest form of artistic expression and when one the guys announced at the end that they were preparing an anthology, I almost jumped out my seat. These guys are the real deal. They put life into poetry. If what I heard is only a glimpse of what they can do, I am literally on my toes in wait……</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Mathias Luswatta</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121544664712566469.post-46997083722450193572008-09-09T05:04:00.001-07:002008-09-09T05:18:49.352-07:00The LanternWelcome one and all to the lantern chronicles!<div><br /></div><div>Here, the Lantern Meet will chronicle all its stories and adventures. It will go in deep. It will tell its stories, tears, joys, frustrautions and most of all its triumphs in its journey to raise the poetic bar once again for the Next Generation...</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0