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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

On the edge. Of my bath

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here i am

...how can i stand here
and watch the sunrise,
following the mountains
to where they touch the sky,
out of the vastness and the depths of the ocean, and to think for a moment
the point of it all is to make much of me?
because i'm just a whisper
and YOU are the thunder...

don't die of shame

Poet Antjie Krog stressed that a writer should not concern themselves as to whether they are read or not, since “one writes so that you don’t die of shame, that you didn't say something when a girl is cut up somewhere in a parking lot and raped … You know that a poem will achieve nothing, but at least you will get through the night - André Naffis-Sahely

apathy WARNING!

Apathy neutralises the senses
as survival deploys its brutal forces one gets cut
off from others and becomes more and more
familiar with the complete inward-turning of death –*stanza from “On My Behalf” in poet Antjie Krog’s 'Skinned' anthology

what is writing

What is writing if not an exercise in recuperating memory? It is stopping to listen – of consciously being alive and attentive. Memory is the mentor of imagination, as stars are its vectors. The discipline of writing is also a great gift, a freedom – by writing one is gradually relieved of the sense of uniqueness of self. It is in many ways a liberating shuffle in the direction of humility - from a letter Dominique Botha had written to her parents to explain her thoughts behind the writing of her (2013) novel, False River

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about writers

'Stray lines from Breyten Breytenbach’s Intimate Stranger about writers being the “scattered or lost tribe of the world” and how when they meet, they “recognize one another by a look in the eyes as if squinting against the sun, and by the clumsy gestures of hands.”' - Andre Naffis-Sahely in A World of Sharp Edges

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inspiration

German writer Heinrich Böll because he embodied that rare combination of political awareness, artistic creativity, and moral integrity which remains a model for future generations. The courage to stand up for one's beliefs; encouragement to meddle in public affairs; and unconditional activism in support of dignity and human rights were characteristics of the writer Böll.

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