Sometimes i wonder if they had considered the possibility that you had calculated the risk and decided that the pain from one fall while rocking your chair was worth it for the joy of leaning back, tittering on the edge of danger, testing your ability to trust yourself in small doses. “Utaanguka.” In a play a poet talks about why…
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We’ve come too far to take the bus back
Coming back from the void involves acclimatising to everything that continues to be real, despite all evidence pointing to the fact that it isn’t. It involves remembering, everyday, that there is a certain linearity of thought that has come to define the parameters within which thinking should happen. That this linearity is expected… demanded… from all by all. It is…
Just shine
“They be saying I’m a cool cat, Fuck that, tell them niggaz I’m a top dog.” Rashad, RIP Young. It might be that understanding yourself is difficult because you have never felt your absence. Unlike everyone else, you do not know what it feels like when you walk out of the room – or when you walk in. You have…
Meliority
Be the girl you loved. James Blake It is now. You are here – again. You recognise the middle of nowhere from your perilous journey, your nose now far behind you (life is cyclical any straight line leads to the beginning). We live looking for a comfortable way to die before realising that death itself may be the only comfort.…
The grounds
By the umpteenth time you bury a dream, the grounds would have become familiar to you. The caretaker will greet you with a compassionate nod, not you – you shouldn’t be here again. Then again – no one should. So rather than belabor the point, they will make you some tea, which you will be glad to have –kindness comes…
What they said
“you got to work on that follow through kid” – advices What they didn’t say is what there is in a command. What must means, not that there is a single action that is compulsory in the world. But perhaps, that some actions are unnecessary and counterproductive to whatever you might be looking to achieve. This, of course, is something…
Only for a nibble
But what happens when the hand that feeds you bites back? Do you hold back in complacency, in fear of dying of hunger or do you search for another way to find food? Tearing yourself away from everything you have ever known and once more diving into the deep, dark, dense, dungeon of doubt? You made it out before –…
Anagnorisis
Mood: Do rockets get sentimental when they lose their first stage booster and engines? Do they have a tearful farewell, thanking them for the work they did to propel the rest of the rocket into space? Do they stop to play a sentimental video and remember the good times, battling with unseen forces like gravity towards finally achieving weightlessness? If…
Get your sandals ready
The secret was in the way you wandered. These sped up snippets that they insist you should write are of little value in the larger scheme of things. The devil was always in the detail and the detail is not searched for – it reveals itself. And it is only revealed to those who linger, who stare at the same…
Tell me again
When you speak of it, it almost sounds beautiful. The thing you are describing sounds like it was something out of a book of poetry. As if it was a utopian magical kingdom with no pain, no clash, no fear. When you describe it, I almost want to go there. Almost want to be there. Almost want to be the…