“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?
Open your hand
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand….”
Sylvia Plath from a poem called “The applicant” in Ariel
Jy 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…
Happiness is when you get a studio visit from a poet and to have conversations about words, books, images and art!
The wonderful poet Rene Bohnen visited my studio a week ago….and we had wonderful conversations about all of the above!
Visit her site here: http://renebohnen.wix.com/renebohnen
or read her translated poems inspired by Goya here: http://versindaba.co.za/2014/06/09/rene-bohnen-boomklim/
Talking about words…..
I love paging through books written in the 1960 about womanhood:
but this weekend I am going treat myself and start reading this book by Nick Cave…
but before I do, I am going to read the lecture by Nick Cave about writing a love song which a dear friend just forwarded to me:
What are you reading at the moment?
See the story behind the image here:
Its about my father written in my mother-tongue
A while back I called for participation regarding the ‘erasure’ project I have been obsessed with….see here.
Thank you so much to those who participated.
Here are the results:
Motor comedy not
Many would laugh
The philosopher preaches
According to their convictions.