“Memory as a weapon”
The last time I was at the Market Theatre I watched PJ Powers play Janis Joplin in a childish haze of awe and fear. This was certainly no Chopin And what I knew of drugs, sex, and rock and roll whispered in an elephant’s ear. Now I breathe air thick with Tiger Balm And I miss you as if you were here as if you were real.
Read MoreI walked my best friend down the aisle today
after all the time we spent sprawled on my bedroom floor, a box of tissues wedged between us like a tireless mediator, after all the time we spent guessing whether the two hours since his last SMS meant he was angry, or losing interest or, just an idiot, after all the time we spent dividing his vices from his virtues, and deciding he was really no good at all, after all the time we spent celebrating his smile after just deciding that his rightful place was a fiery pit in hell, after all the time we spent wondering if this really was what you wanted, after all the time we spent wishing he...
Read More“Revolution changes everything- past, present, future”
My friend Ayesha, medical doctor and lyrically leaning blogger, tagged me in this note on Facebook: revolution’s gone viral dear young unemployed Arab may I tweet your revolution from my Apple Mac? may I go viral with revolutionary tweets? I you-tube you praying on the streets and yfrog your flag-covered corpse while riding high on revolutionary retweeting fervor In response, I’ve written this: Some years on wrinkled from living too long in the shine of a mythical sun bodies old and minds undone regaling the children who may have already gone With pining...
Read MoreAlone in a crowd of billions
On the first night of worldcupmas My true love brought to me You Uruguayans, trumpets ablaming, Evra’s an ostrich, not just, aujourd’hui. On the second night of worldcupmas My true love brought to me A Scouser scoring, Green Green spillage, soccer-a-partying yonder in a starry striped tree. On the third night of worldcupmas My true love brought to me Four German goals, a fine Aussie drubbing and a cat-tish Cahill decree. On the fourth night of worldcupmas My true love brought to me Hail snow and sunshine, Cape Town’s performing, Paraguayans raining on an Italian...
Read MoreFlying fish
Wading through chlorined waters, I look up and see a fish flying across the late afternoon sky.
Read MorePull the trigger and stretch some more.
There are certain sectors in man’s nature that are more flexible than others. Those strivings and character traits by which men differ from each other show a great amount of elasticity and malleability: love, destructiveness, sadism, the tendency to submit, the lust for power, detachment, the desire for self-aggrandisement, the passion for thrift, the enjoyment of sensual pleasure, and the fear of sensuality. These and many other strivings and fears to be found in man develop as a reaction to certain life conditions. They are not particularly flexible, for once they have become part of a...
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