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Like a worn, yet well-read book, The Lyrical Café Poetry Club brings comfort to the SL masses by facilitating an atmosphere filled with literary poetry and prose. In business since December 9, 2009; the Lyrical Café Poetry Club is a venue that allows writers from all walks of life to share their poetry in a positive, yet nurturing environment. Mookie Lazarno, a Lyrical Café Poetry Club patron explains, “I enjoy going to the Lyrical Cafe Poetry Club every week because you will find a vast range of poets there spittin’ their words and talent at all levels. I really enjoy that.”
And enjoy it she does, as Lazarno is one of many poets who regularly attends the Tuesday night poetry readings featured at The Lyrical Café Poetry Club. As an attendee, she regularly shares her poetry, and projects her voice in such a way where it conveys calmness, control and poise.
Why Have the Lyrical Café Poetry Club?
When asked about the club’s initial opening day, Kamille Kamala, owner and curator of the Lyrical Café Poetry Club says, “It was a Tuesday night at six pm SLT and [the Lyrical Café Poetry Club] was on a 512 sq. meter plot of land. The very first poem was one written about the poetry club, as a blessing of sorts given to me by a friend. I read the poem and that sparked off the journey I am still on today. The very first night the house was packed, there was barely any standing room. I knew right then and there that I had to get a much larger place.”
She continues by explaining that, even in The Lyrical Café Poetry Club’s infancy, she not only joined an assortment of SL poetry groups to learn more about the venue’s platform, but also relied on her previous success as a published author to craft and hone the nurturing atmosphere intrinsic in The Lyrical Café Poetry Club. She states, “I was having some success in RL with getting my poems published, so I began searching for a poetry venue inworld. I found the Blue Angel Poetry Dive. I went to their event and read my published poem for the first time and I was severely nervous, but I got through and it prompted a great response from the audience. I knew right then I was hooked. I thought to myself, ‘Why can’t I open up a venue to cater to a more laid back crowd?’ so I did. That is how the foundation for the Lyrical was laid.”
In an SL atmosphere where it is okay to not only cheat patrons, but places a huge emphasis on clubbing and excessiveness, be mindful that the Lyrical Café Poetry Club was not establish to counter this culture. It was, however established to offer the SL community another option. While explaining her motivations for opening the Lyrical Café Poetry Club inworld, Kamille Kamala explains, “My desire was to foster a positive energy and vibe in the SL Literary community. I wanted a poetry spot that would welcome all ranges of talent to come and express their words and utilize their voice using the medium of poetry or spoken word. The hugest benefit personally is that I can experience culture right from the comfort of my home. My benefit overall is that like anyone else when I give of myself, I receive greatly in return when someone stops me and tell me that when they came back to SL from a brief hiatus the first spot they looked for was the Lyrical. It feels good to be just one of the beacons of light on the path to spoken word and art.”
Patrons, in turn have taken positive notice of Kamala’s efforts to facilitate an environment that encourages creativity and talent. An example of one of many patrons who have noticed Kamilla’s efforts is Indea Vaher. A local artist and historian in both SL and RL, Vaher is also a loyal Lyrical Café Poetry Club Patron. She elaborates by explaining, “I’ve had the pleasure of visiting the Lyrical Cafe many times over my years in Second Life. There was always a vibrancy and energy in the air at the events I attended. I found that it not only entertained but fed your mind and spirit as well…. Given you food for thought…”
To attract an attentive crowd, Kamille Kamala pulls no stops to make sure her patrons are comfortable sharing, as well as listening to poetry. Mookie Lazarno reiterates this claim by explaining, “I try to go every time the doors are open. It’s nice to have a place to go to that isn’t always a lot of ‘rump shaking’ going on.” After letting out a giggle, Lazarno continues, “[Kamille Kamala] puts her heart and hard work into what she does when it comes to hosting the club every week and bringing in new talent and awesome poets…she is my bestie and I love her like Banana Pudding…and I LOVE Banana Pudding!”
Being Lazarno’s bestie aside, Kamala really does put her heart and soul in the Lyrical Café Poetry Club. She not only built the building that houses the Club, she also decorated it with lush floral paintings, dark brown leather chairs, white tables and lit candles. This personalization creates an atmosphere that is not only endearing, but also warm and vibrant. When asked to rate the venue on a scale of 1 to 5, Mookie Lazarno exclaimed, “[I would give it a] 6, have you been there?! It’s GORGEOUS!” Echoing Lazarno’s sentiment, Chraeloos adds, “I love the theme of the venue, how modern and suave it is. The people are great, especially Kamille, the owner. She’s so sweet, and she attracts such artsy and spirited patrons.”
How The Lyrical Café Poetry Club Handles SL and RL Challenges
Like many venues on the grid, The Lyrical Café Poetry Club is no stranger to SL and RL challenges. Kamille Kamala explains that one of the biggest challenges her venue has experienced is patronage. She continues, “I would say the biggest challenge is getting more people to participate in the events. They [patrons] are sometimes a fair weather crowd because I have opened and closed over time…it’s like I am the new kid in class trying to get a feel for where they stand in their new surroundings.”
To remedy this, Kamille Kamala states that it is very important to reinvent oneself. She continues, “I have reinvented the Lyrical Cafe several times due to the interference of real life issues. I would love to say that there has been consistency, but sadly it has not. Although this coming December will be its sixth anniversary and i plan to have a big shindig. I also plan on keeping its doors open more consistently in the future.”
Yet despite having to reinvent the Lyrical Café Poetry Club, the venue still acts as a standing testimony to longevity and warmth. Indea Vaher explains, “I feel we’ve been blessed to have such an establishment endure over the years. The owner (from my perspective) seems to be aware of her individuality, and doesn’t seem to seek permission from anyone to express herself creatively…a trait I personally admire. The staff has always been kind, and courteous to me. I love the venue, no complaints.”
Chraeloos continues, “Kamille is a passionate and dedicated owner, who has been around for years bringing the cafe to life. It’s been a pleasure to work with her and an inspiration to see where she’s going.”
Kamille Kamala’s Most Memorable Lyrical Café Poetry Club Experience
Sharing her most memorable Lyrical Café Poetry Club experience, Kamille Kamala further alludes to the importance of being open to change and progress. She explains, “My most treasured memory of the Lyrical was on its third anniversary. We had a drum team come perform their light show drum performance. The house was packed and it was well decorated, plus we pulled all stops by having some of the top poets come perform their work along with a singer. It was a delightful, magical, and a energetically entertaining night.”
She also wants to let patrons know that she is working on other projects…all of which will act as a way to spread word about her SL-related endeavors. Kamala says, “Right now, I am working in a project…an art gallery exhibition that will take a poem that I wrote regarding some of the most iconic women in the world. Now that we have the poem, we are working to get the art work and photographs that will correlate and mesh them together. This art gallery exhibit will feature Corretta Scott King and even Helen Keller. If so, how does that help uplift not only the Lyrical Cafe, but the SL Community? It will be a different art venue that will cater only to progressive women….”
One Last Note: Poetry Excerpts From A Few Lyrical Cafe Poetry Club Patrons
To better illustrate the talent that is fostered at the Lyrical Café Poetry Club, a few poets were kind enough to share their work. One poem, called “What Time Is It?” was written by Mookie Lazarno. It describes the importance of reaffirming and supporting one another, despite our own shortcomings:
WAKE UP FOR A NEW DAY HAS BEGUN
WAKE UP LIL BIRD
THERE IS MUCH TO LEARN.
WHAT TIME IS IT?
IT’S TIME FOR US TO REALIZE THAT WE ARE NOT HERE ALONE
WE ARE OUR BROTHERS KEEPER
I GO; YOU GO; NO ONE LEFT BEHIND.
LONG GONE IS THE DAY THAT WE KILL EACH OTHER
LONG GONE IS THE DAY THAT WE DISRESPECT EACH OTHER
WE STAND TOGETHER TODAY, STRONG PROUD AND ALERT
WE WATCH FOR OUR BROTHERS COMING ALONG THE WAY
WE EMBRACE ARMS AND STAND ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE
NO MORE CAN WE AFFORD TO WALK AROUND WITH OUR PANTS UNDER OUR ASSES.
NO MORE CAN WE AFFORD TO WALK AROUND CALLING OUR BEAUTIFUL WOMEN BITCHES AND HOES
WE MUST STAND AS ONE, KNOWING WHO WE ARE AND WAT WE WANT TO ACHIEVE IN THIS LIFETIME.
WE MUST SAVE EACH OTHER BEFORE THEY KILL US ALL OFF
WE MUST SAVE EACH OTHER BEFORE WE ARE A THOUGHT IN THE WIND
NO MORE A NUMBER ON THE EARTH TO WIN.
WAKE UP LIL BIRD
WAKE UP FOR A NEW DAY HAS BEGUN
WAKE UP LIL BIRD
THERE IS MUCH TO LEARN
The next work featured is a prose piece written by Warrior’s RAGE (atrueking951). A spirited romantic at heart, Rage implores his audience to question rather or not Dr. Martin Luther King’s dream is being fully realized in his work entitled, “Has the Dream Become a Nightmare?”
I was chillin’ at the crib and there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and to my amazement there stood Dr .Martin Luther King Jr. He was dressed exactly the way they dressed in the 60’s. You know with the suits and the thin neckties, only he was in black and white like an old movie and the rest of the world was still in color. He explained to me that he had been gone for quite some time now (over 35 years) and was lost. He said that the world had changed so much and hoped that I could help him get reacquainted with our society so he could find his way back to his family. I invited him in and told him to make himself comfortable.
When Martin sat in front of my entertainment system, he asked me about all the contraptions connected to my television set. I explained that one was my VCR and one was my DVD player. Martin asked,” “What’s a VCR?” “What’s a DVD?” I explained both technologies to him and he was Astonished. Then he asked about the third box. I told him that was my cable box. Based upon the confused look on his face, it was apparent that this too needed explaining. I turned on the television and after a brief description and instruction on the use of the remote control he was off clicking from channel to channel. After a few minutes, Martin was working the remote like a pro! Being a man made it real easy for him to fall in love with the remote control. He was very impressed by the fact that there were so many channels geared towards specific interests, sports especially (ESPN).
He continued further and eventually stopped at one of the music channels that were airing their hip-hop program. Dr. King asked, “What is this?” I explained that it was a music video and that’s the way today’s music is presented to the public. As one thuggishly blinged out video after another was aired, I noticed a cease in questions. Martin was silent and his facial expressions changed from amazement to distress and disappointment. He asked. “Is this what our music has come to? Is this supposed to be progress? Why do our women condone this obscene portrayal of their manhood? Have they forgotten the abuse, emotional and physical rape that their female ancestors had been subjected to?” And why do our young men act this way? Obsessed with materialism and being disrespectful to our women?” I told him its called, “thuggin”. He asked me to explain what thuggin was. I said, “It means to be hard and unfeeling? Uh you know? A gangsta ride or die? Cash rules everything.
Having no respect for anything or anyone. Any negative quality about a man. After several strange looks from Martin. I then realized that there was no way to explain or justify “thuggin” to an intelligent person like him. So I changed the subject. Abruptly Martin asked, “Could anyone else see these videos?” Anyone who pays for cable, I replied. “You mean to tell me that you actually pay money willingly to witness this?” Martin asked. I could only answer yes, but I felt ashamed to admit this to such a righteous man. Martin asked, “Is this behavior accepted by everyone? Where have all the ministers, pastors and leaders gone?” I told him, there haven’t been any who are willing to step out there and put it on the line since you left here. Martin said very sadly, “I never worried about leaving here because I was so sure that there would be more who would come after me to step up and carry on the fight for equality and respect. Martin becoming more and more disgusted watching the videos being aired stood up and said, “This is how we overcame? He grabbed my cable box, ripping it from the back of the T.V., and smashed it on the floor. Being who he was and knowing deep down the he was right. I couldn’t get mad. As we stood there looking at the wreckage that was once my cable box with an awkward silence, Martin then apologized and asked could we please leave because he just wanted to see his family. “Is there any place that I can go to get some gifts for my family?” Martin asked. I knew just the place. We got in my car and headed to the mall. Dr. King was fascinated by the size of the mall and selection of different stores. It must have been a weekend because as we started to walk around, I noticed that the mall was filled predominately with teenagers. Many of them were loud and using profanity. Martin asked a young brother in front of a group of his friends why is it necessary to be so profane and conduct himself in way that was not only disrespectful to himself but to his people.
The young brother said, “F***you man! N****, you isn’t my daddy! I had to restrain Martin from disciplining the young brother. I asked the teenager, “Do you know who this is? He replied, “Hell naw, he ain’t iced out so why should I care!” At this point I was ready to snatch my man up, but Martin urged me to let it go. After Dr. King was able to calm down, he realized that the young people were only imitating what they saw on the music videos that he had seen earlier. “They have been infected with the ignorance of the images they covet. So this is our future?” I suggested that we just get the gifts and go. As I started to walk further, I noticed Martin walking back towards the door that we came in. I ran after him, shouting,” Whoa, where are you going?” With a distressed look Martin said, “I’d rather go back.” Why?” I asked. He said, “You don’t’ understand, I never got to see my kids grow up. I missed the holidays, graduations and birthdays, all in the name of sacrifice. I felt it was necessary to bring about equal opportunity and a brighter future for this generation. All I see is that a few of us got rich and the rest became slaves again.”
I said, “What are you talking about, this isn’t slavery!” Martin looked at me and replied, “Oh it isn’t?” He turned and walked towards the doors and exited the mall. I tried to keep him from leaving but out of nowhere this security guard gets in my way and tells me that I can’t go with him. I wrestled myself away and bolted out of the exit but once I got outside he had vanished. As I stood outside panning the parking lot to see if I could find him, an Escalade on”24’s” bumpin’ some ignorant thug anthem was coming right at me, and all I could do was brace myself for the impact. Right before the SUV hit me; I awoke out of my dream. As I laid in a puddle of sweat, I tried repeatedly to shake the dream but I couldn’t. I remembered those who sacrificed their lives for us and I wondered what it would be like if we had to stand before them and justify what we have become as a race. I also wondered what made me have such a dream. After hours of thinking, I concluded it was probably guilt. The guilt of knowing that we have fallen way short of Martin Luther King’s dream. In fact it’s closer to a nightmare!
Has “The Dream” become “A Nightmare?”
Give the Lyrical Lounge a try and visit the SIM TODAY! Here is the link: Lyrical Cafe Poetry Club