CRAW FORUM

CRAW FORUM - Creative Artists and Writers Forum

I know...I have been quiet for a long time. Call it writers block or laziness or something. I don't quite know what it is.

Am writing this post to introduce all of you to a new site. http://www.craw-forum.com. Well, this a site for Artists and Writers to share their work, get information, chat, discuss, network and get tips on improving their trade. I have had opportunity to meet the founders of the forum and I know that they are really passionate about this.

So let us get sharing as artists; whether you are a poet, writer, musician, actor, graphic artist, painter...lets get involved and improve and network.

To visit the forum and sign up CLICK HERE
To read one of my poems hosted on the forum CLICK HERE

Wishing you a happy prosperous,productive, restful and peaceful 2010
Let all your plans come together and give fulfilment and harmony
May you have unity of purpose, desire and will
May your thoughts be coherent, logical and expansive
May you find all the pieces that make your dreams complete

ON PATIENCE - TOLERANCE - STRENGTH

Two poems with the same first line. I havn't made sense of them yet


PATIENCE

Patience is pain
Dull and drawn out
A protracted battle
Where no dust is raised
The space between letting go
And letting things stay the same
A place where inertia is your friend
And progress imperceptibly sustained
Patience is no game
Its a battle with no territory gained
A slow steady motionless pace
Where you stay as you push against
The walls that cage you in

09.12.2009
James Adolwa

PATIENCE - TOLERANCE - STRENGTH

patience is pain
prolonged, expanded, sustained
Tolerance is irritation
bottled up, inhibited, suppressed
Strength is weakness
transmuted, uprooted, twitched
Light is darkness
expelled, evicted, ejected

08.09.2009
James Adolwa

BITTERSWEET

I hate you, I hate you
That is what his heart said
But I love you,I dearly love you
His mouth said.
I don't want to see you,you little devil you!
His heart raged..
But I need you,I want to be near you,
Lovely angel you, His heart repeated again.
You irritate me!His heart yelled
But you are lovely angelic and kindly,
his mouth adored.

Thank God it's over!
His heart yelled.
But when can I see you again?
His mouth pleaded its earnest request.
Get away run away stay away,
don't come near me again!
But his mouth,
Dearest, Your presence is sweetness to me

Copyright ©2001 James Dan Adolwa

EVEN IF YOU SPOKE

I don't hear you anymore
Not because you've stopped talking
Its just that I haven't taken time to listen

When I think about it
I haven't really heard your voice before
Because I don't yet know how you speak

Can someone really forget a familiar voice?
If I hear the voice of someone I knew in standard 4
Even today I would recognize the face of the person who spoke

I think I don't know you at all
Yet all along I have wanted to know you most
But to be honest your face remains as strange as your voice

Just A Band

Hii ni video ambayo imenipendeza sana. imetungwa na "Just A Band" wanaotunga muziki yao kishairi kweli. Wametoa CD nyingine mpya inayoitwa "82" Sikupata nafasi ya kuenda kwa launch ya hiyo CD lakini kulingana na yale nimesikia.. it is worth getting hold of. Unaweza kuwapata hapa http://www.just-a-band.com. Pia unaweza soma makala/simulizi nilioandika kwa blogu nyingine kuwahusu walipoimba hapo Goethe Institut hapa Nairobi miezi kadhaa iliyopita. Fungua hapa http://www.pazasauti.com/2009/02/usi-ni-bore.html

EXPERIMENTS WITH SOUND

Poetry can be told without words
As long as there is a story
There is Poetry

There was a time I used to play with sound. I'd sit infront of the computer and come up with some form of arrangement. I do not know if they were musical (maybe you will tell me in your comments) but they certainly have a story to tell. Whenever I listen to them they throw my mind back several years ago... to a certain way of thinking... feeling... believing.... talking.... acting.... its like hypnosis.... I automatically get back in touch with something from back then...and I start thinking just how far I have come and how far I am yet to go. These pieces of sound are pieces of thought. Pieces of habit... pieces of believing.... pieces of being. From the same source that attempts to write poetry was an attempt a while back at music. All products of thinking....

Kuna kitu kwa muziki...kuna wakati maishani nilipoamua kucheza na sauti...niliketi mbele ya komputa nikijaribu kupanga sauti ili iwe muziki. Wakati wopote ninaposikiliza hizi sehemu za sauti fikirazangu hunipeleka miaka kadhaa nyuma wakati nilipotunga haya. Maisha ni fikira na fikira ni maisha...nilikuwa nikifikiria nini nilipotengeneza haya sehemu? Umuhimu ya hayo fikira ilikuwa nini?... Hayo fikira yaliniletea faida gani maishani? Kila ninapoyasikiliza yananikumbusha mazoea fulani ya fikira niliyokuwa nikikiyarudia wakati huo. Hizi sehemu za sauti pia ni sehemu za fikira zangu ambazo ningependa kuacha nanyi.

These are the very first experiments I did. There are others that were done later that had better clearer results so treat this post as a work in progress I hope to add better mp3 files in time...

Samahani Kwa wote ambao wamejaribu kucheza hizi file. Machini imekataa...na sijui kwanini, lakini badala ya kuzitoa kwanza ningependa kupata suluhisho. Niwie radhi

MY appologies to all those who might have tried to play the mp3 files. I do not yet know why the files will not play...am still looking for a solution...anyone with any ideas...

3 days later problem fixed I hadn't enabled sharing on the folder...another day a lot of new things learnt, now I know that you have to enable sharing on a file sharing site. Now wondering if all the mp3's are worth all the effort. Am sure some of you might want to stone me once you get to hear them...but like I said as I keep uploading more they will progressively get better...

Bado
Dakika Moja
Gari La Moshi
Makasi
We Nani



Wanaonongea kiswahili... nisamehe kwa kiswahili yangu....najua ninavunja sheria nyingi za kiswahili lakini nimeamua nitajitahidi

Life and Breath

Breathe in
We often think we are living
Breathe out
But often our souls have stopped breathing

We need to take a deep breath
In.......
Because we've been holding all of it in
Out.....

Without Breathing
In living we become dead
But many times in living
Our souls are holding their breaths

I need to find my souls nose
Because my souls stopped breathing
I need to unblock that nose
Because my soul has had a cold for too long

We keep breathing
To keep our bodies alive
We keep living
To breathe life into our souls

In living many souls
Havn't found their noses yet
And without breathing
Many souls have become dead

James Adolwa 11/10/2009