the journey never stops ... board the stars and enjoy the ride

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Friday, December 24, 2010

Metaverse TV/Gridwrap

Ixmal Supermarine and I have been interviewed for Gridwrap on Metaverse TV. You can watch the recording of the show here:

GRIDwrap #31 from Metaverse TV on Vimeo.

Merry Christmas

Dear friends,

I wish you all Happy Holidays and a great New Year 2011, love and peace. May all your wishes come true.

Meanwhile, I would like to share a link with you. My dear friend Klannex Northmead put this up with permission of SL's poets who used to read at his "Poets' Plunder". The book is dedicated to a good cause to help the people in Haiti. If you have a few L$ to spare we would appreciate it.

The-Best-of-the-Poets-Plunder-gift-Box

Thank you all very much in advance!

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Hedda Gabler in Second Life

After finishing 7 performances of Hedda Gabler I am glad and sad at the same time. It was exhausting, yes, but it was also a lot of fun and my colleagues were just great and the audience was mostly nice. We will come up with something new soon I hope, so stay tuned. Meanwhile, I uploaded a few pics of one performance on flickr. Nice of Kit Guardian to give them to me, being on stage leaves no opportunity to take pics.

to my flickr photostream

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Hedda Gabler by Henrik Ibsen

SECOND LIFE DRAMA!

HEDDA GABLER by Henrik Ibsen. A play in 'Voice'. Free attendance!

At the George C. Dove Theatre, Rockcliffe I.


http://slurl.com/secondlife/Rockcliffe%20I/197/102/22

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The play is set in the capital city of Norway in 1890. The villa of George Tesman, a young aspiring academic historian, and his new bride Hedda, daughter of the late General Gabler.

Act First: Morning.
Act Second: Afternoon of the same day.
Act Third: Early morning of the following day.
Act Fourth: Evening of that day.

A brief note on the position of women in nineteenth-century Norway.

We tend to think of modern Scandinavia as progressive; and indeed it was - for its day - even in 1890. However, particularly for middle-class 'respectable' women, there was very little freedom. It was regarded as scandalous for a woman to be working, travelling or visiting without her husband's explicit permission. She was expected to lose herself in domesticity; comfortable, but nevertheless in a 'gilded cage.'

Technology

In 1890, telephones were exotic and rare in Kristiania [later renamed Oslo.] It would not have been surprising that a conservative man like George Tesman does not own one. Communication was by letters – which were delivered quickly and several times a day – or by personal visit. At the play's date, the city's population was about 200,000.

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CAST

George Tesman: the husband of Hedda; an academic - Ixmal Supermarine

Hedda Tesman: the heroine - Morgue McMillan

Juliana Tesman: aunt of George - Elegia Underwood

Thea Elvsted: friend of Hedda and George, confidante of Eilert - Aara
Frequency

Judge Brack: friend of the Tesmans - Caliban Jigsaw

Eilert Lovborg: George's academic rival whom Hedda previously loved -
Darius Debruyere

Berta: servant to the Tesmans and to George as a child. - Pipsqueak
Albatros

Female Understudy – Dubhna Rhiadra [Thea Elvsted on 16& 23 November]

Director - Ixmal Supermarine
Publicist - Morgue McMillan
Production Designer - Taff Nouvelle

Hedda Gabler in SL

Friday, April 30, 2010

NaPoWriMo - last day

This is the last day of NaPo and I only have written 4 poems so far. All I figured is, it does not work for me to write a poem under pressure. Also I got busy doing research for a novel I am going to write and it is getting complex, took me much more time than I thought it would.

Just to say: Get yourself some mindmapping software, it really helps sorting and organising. I found FreeMind, which is a free mindmapping tool and easy to use:

FreeMind

Thursday, April 1, 2010

NaPoWriMo started today ...

... and here it is, my first poem:

For the beasts


The dolphin and the seagull dreamed
about exploring the unknown,
and gone from flock and swarm, from home,
they strived for freedom all alone,
for perfect waves, perfect air streams.
Not fitting into their friends' scheme,
they preferred rides on sunny beams
from sloppy fish and meat on bones.

Their thirst was of another kind,
their hunger strange and never ceased
to search and try for days and weeks,
find new and dangerous techniques
to get beyond the borderline,
besiege the bower of red swine,
until the final truth will shine:
'Find meat on bones' is for the beasts.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The first word

The first word was purely sound,
sent around the world, creating
a universe so perfectly dancing we
cannot perceive the strings that
bound all and everything together.

The first word was purely sound,
spoken to the child, waiting
in the womb so perfectly fitting we
cannot perceive the spirit that
bound all and everything together.

The first word was purely sound,
blown to the lover, feeling
oneself with each other completing we
cannot perceive the soul that
bound all and everything together.

The first word was purely sound,
born into music, sounding
in words of poets and prophets we
cannot perceive the power that
bound all and everything together.