scribbles & t'ings
“His solitude was the one thing he valued most,” the story read. A weird story it was indeed. A story of a writer; about the writer’s writing. Like Kafka this writer “need[ed] solitude for [his] writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.” Like Kundera the writer…
I practically boycotted this year’s VryFees. No; not because of my affinity with Thando Mngqolozana’s many-times muted but seemingly unattainable art decolonisation movement. It also, I’m glad to report, had nothing to do with any misguided Herrenvolkism – apparently the VryFees is a white thing (it is) and we blacks should leave it alone (hell no!)…
So it is a few decades down the line, I am watching a documentary with my grandchildren and my outcast film-maker daughter (infamous in her field for asserting that the only stories worth filming are those written by her dear father). The doccie is the much anticipated “All Time Greatest Dramatic Moments in SA TV”….
The walls ask about you; They miss playing tennis with your laughter. The TV searches for you; It finds my lone face too dull to watch. The music listens for your smile; It’s pained by the silence The books have gone dyslexic The floor itches for your soles The bed needs your massage The water…
Dearest, It is my considered view that I love you. You ought to overstand that I am a slave of reason. And his buddy sense. So after careful inspection. And due consultation with them. A fair conclusion was arrived at. I led the evidence that I panic in your absence, I rejoice in your presence,…
There’s a matter of national importance that threatens the harmonious relations between the sexes which neither NAHAB (National Association of Husbands AndBoyfriends), PLOW (Pulane Leftist Organisation of Wankers), MAN (Menenist Activists Network) nor any of the organisations that purport to represent men have addressed. As with everything that men overlook, it falls on to the Deputy Boyfriends to…
Myself I have a morbid fear of procreating. For a myriad of reasons that are perfectly understandable even to me. For one I hardly have enough material resources for my own upkeep; so why would I bring another being onto the world knowing that I’m not able to provide for materially. That’s just cruel. Another…