“First, are you our sort of person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,
Stitches to show something’s missing? No? No? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying
Open your hand
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand….”
Sylvia Plath from a poem called “The applicant” in Ariel
poetry
Wicus Luwes. Rubber — Versindaba
Art portfolio- my workJy knoop ‘n lint om jou vinger, sodat jy ‘n afspraak kan onthou. Jy leer jou kinders hoe om hul skoenveters of dasse te knoop. Metaforiese knope is seker ‘n bietjie moeiliker om te knoop, maar ons doen dit eintlik daagliks. Ek het ‘n stelling raakgelees wat beweer dat die lied wat jy uit jou…