scribbles & t'ings
There’s another moment from last night’s reading of “Pope Chronicles: The Ministry of Deputy Boyfriends” that is kind enough to rescue me from washing the dishes, and Moonchild Sanelly’s “Rabulapha!” album guides me here. I have before described her music as kwaito. I will tell you why. I am very much sympathetic to the reading…
Lebo Mashile and her family of physical soothsayers, the Moving Into Dance Mophatong, brought their much-acclaimed show “Threads” to Bloemfontein on a cold Wednesday evening. The verbal dance/physical poem tackled a number of issues that plague our society, including homophobia, Afrophobia and domestic violence – and the interconnectivity thereof. The performance explored, through dance and…
“I baptize you with water. But one who is more powerful than I will come, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie. He will baptize you with…fire.” ~ Luke 3:16 I can only understand through music. Today I held this gem (pictured) for the first time in my hand – I…
“Imagine a gay…” the comedian opens his set, already the audience is in stiches. Clearly ‘a gay’ anything is, in and of itself, a joke. “…police” – he punctuates before leading his loyal audience in laughter. He tells the story of his gay policeman. They lap it up; they want more. “Or imagine a gay…”…
Great literature not only captivates but also allows us to go off on a tangent; it acts as a worthy launching pad to our own thoughts and ideas. None is worthier than Ace Moloi’s and Thato Rossouw’s beautiful dance on the latter’s essay, “FIVE FUCKS OR LESS: On Jacob Zuma And Learning How Not To…
Waitse mara hoboes are abusive! So there I am, on the day of the Asisabathes, getting out of bed before 2pm, splashing my face with water, brushing my teeth and wearing clothes. On a freaken Sunday! You won’t overstand how much slayage all of this is unless you know how much I value my Sabbath…
Of course our lives are not so banal as to keep churning out the same devilry on our nocturnal walks. No; far from it. In fact, one could point to innumerable occasions where walking was a safe, uneventful exercise. The latter criterion however we cannot meet on the occasion of this past Saturday; hence the…