Friday 4 December 2020
Saturday 24 October 2020
Wednesday 1 July 2020
Die Huis By Die See
My Kind
Kom,
se vir my,
Wat is dit?
Hoekom is jou hart
So vreeslik seer?
Hoekom
vloei die trane
Soos riviere
Van af die Berge
Oor jou wange
I can’t say!
If I say, IF I say,
the world
will fill with rivers
of salty water
and life will drown
alle lewende dinge sal sterf!
More reflections
In iron mirrors.
Kom voel die sagtheid
Die rook
Van ou (verskriklikke ou)
Liefe
(Dit het in die lakens absorbeer)
die rakkas
Met Gert se fiets
Dis ‘n portaal,
‘n donker een
Tussen die verlede en vandag.
die gang is lank,
maar vol lig
light
bouncing off faces
loved faces
faces of love.
voel jou hart soos
A
Small
Black
Black
Pebble?
of ‘n spyker?
verroes,
skerp
as dangerous as death?
Phantoms
Even phantoms cry –
Can you believe that?
Would you have believed that?
Seeing the world through stained glass windows makes it
Different
somehow.
Soos Lood.
and then!
there’s
the mirror view
iron clad moments
clarity
gripped in seeping cold
SO BAIE KOUD
Asseblief!
HELP MY!!!
vat my hand
stoot my
na ‘n geel more
‘n toekoms vaar die
omhusel net wit is.
So wit my trane
Sal nie gesien word nie.
SO VEEL WATER.
Veels te veel water.
Maar nie genoeg nie.
David wrote he was frozen inside an iron mirror and so are we.
Gert se Ma
Se Ma
Se Ma
Se Ma
Hendrina’s se Ma
Se Ma
Se Ma
Se Ma
Casey’s se Ma
Se Ma
Se Ma
Se Ma
So many
soveel verlies
soveel sterkte
soveel liefde
Gert jy is so geliefd!
There’s a door
which opens
from here to there
DAAR
en weer terug
weer en weer
a simple place
somtyds
vaar honde speel -
en lig deur skyn
herinneringe op skinkborde
die verlede op gewillige rakke geplaas – en ons het net onself
(en) die genade van God.
Trane
Wat val
hier en daar
'n oseaan
In die huis by die see.
Die huis by die see
Die huis by die see.
Monday 29 June 2020
The Down Spiral Writer
The Down Spiral Writer
he kept repeating himself
(and he didn’t know)
It’s a terrible thing to say
a problem
is problematic.
A story I wrote
about her -
two jobs before waiting
on the kid.
She was all he had
but he didn’t write
that part
didn’t/couldn’t get that far.
It was
Just another
Man
the man
that man
an open-ended
free-way
cars slinking by
pretending not to see
him.
Just a second,
where’re you’re headed?
DON’T TOUCH ME
its of paramount vantage
ˌbōnə ˈfīdē/ breach
music was cast
edited like only production designers can.
Did you ask Julie who
wrote this?
mirror slither
that’s all the afforded view
(slightly black and white)
when the colour comes back -
maybe
but it’s a
general
optical
gimmick
in dreams.
I’ve got to get there
To HIM –
just leave him
just like you
(preserved
like all great works).
We ALL contributed
to the cover up
down spiral story line
Mona Lisa got in
but millions died.
What are the chances
someone unpublished
became
the art of legacy
(just because I’m reading it)
(just making the words
LIVE again).
Go on
keep telling yourself
tell yourself this
is the best part
you cant kill someone
with words
you cant?
It’s not why
Whatever they write -
stains
but
by now its too late.
(That’s why he ALWAYS writes in pencil
That
Way
Its easier to delete people
He doesn’t like.
Don’t you mean characters,
No, I mean people.
What’s all this?
old letters…
From?
a jail bird forging checks
the great African Novella.
This yours?
Don’t read that!
NO one will
I just did.
for writing fraught
we ought
to realize
mankind is mad -
an inventor of education
unneeded/unheeded
unhinged
impinged.
They blame Covid
But this was WAY
Before the crown.
if the present is based on now,
it’s my personal property diving
into fractious phrases
they’re making a movie
of my life
(behind the wall)
but you’re redundant
and the shop sign says
CLOSED.
There you go,
but take it outside Eric
WHILE others
with noses in books
and sipping coffee
drink
from pleasant surprises
AND
your bellbottoms are sweeping my corridors.
Look, we’re done.
Are we inside now
or out?
A riddle? -
Go figure
Take deep breaths baby
Its all downhill from here.
Is that legal
Keep the things you toss aside
Don’t hide
Just fade away
a ghoul
in a professional capacity.
the violin was so soft
we wept
together
in cardboard boxes
I think.
I’m not sure but
they were words
without homes.
her eyes were so sad
see this?
don’t ever become a writer.
But the gold ended pen
called.
BUT
so did the bottle.
I have a gift
from one writer to another
(the frustration of torn pages
is there a Word Tailor here)?
No.
I’ll need a new (book).
Overflow
did you read my letter?
you’ve saved them
good
everyone knows
words out
where’s the masterpiece?
Does it exist?
Do you exit?
Interesting view
things felt/thought
moments of inevitable possibilities
what opportunity
to see
how to gather material -
LIFE is gathering material -
I’’ll use that
It’s so real:
chapter 37, third sentence down (spiral) –
I can relate
to that.
Remember something
You are Me
I made you -
the screams and twitters
are guests
in the caravan of Ready.
tortured souls on broken glass
accelerated control
escorted
on plastic sheets
it is written
the story that makes sense
our daily lives
without faith
are nothing
(gyrating on night-lights
a cosmic disappointment).
Don’t go out there
move back
(its ugly and big)
buckle up kids
(Its far and so strange)
across borders
different tongues
push once
YOU DO NOT HAVE CLEARANCE
and her foot still pains
from pressing the floorboard
trying to put the brakes
on life.
may I stay over?
- Thing is - No.
-
This wasn’t because
I burned the tree?
THAT
was just free entertainment
before we moved -
ok - I’ll head to my suite
take care
don’t forget to write
do you have a place for me to stay?
The back seat of my car
that’s it?
renting 24 hours 7 days a week
(what a wonderful life).
The down spiral writer
scratches his head
Thinking
Of nothing
but down spirals on
Cape Doctors and Khamsins
Katabatics perhaps
(one can never tell anything about a wind by the way it blows).
It's just...sit still! for monthly delousing
a beheading
this is the right decision
to dress him well in donations
laughing
beside
a burning barrel
very expressive
yes, I’m practicing and
rewriting –
before
fights break out
behind the couch
at 10.15.
I thought we were just friends?
YES!
This – is – temporary -
but
your
back is unbuttoned.
against nowhere to go
best chance is a pawn shop baby
its open 3 6 5 .
again.
How long are you here for?
New guys
tattooed faces
behind bars
I’d like a room for viewing
you’re employed here
??
yes
I’m gathering excellent material.
He’d never actually stood
over the blowers
(too much heat inside)
- once you’ve landed
you leave
a place without walls
or wells
the invisible man
in an invisible room
everyone looks
but no-one sees
the spiraling
down spiral writer.
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