Veranderd, maar steeds nuut: my jongste poging tot poësie.
“Have you been quiet?” a colleague recently asked, “or have I missed something?”
Referring to my blog, he was, of course. This was very shortly after my philosophical rant about Afrikaans poetry … something I’m glad to have rediscovered (at least in part) this year.
(But that is a next post, in Afrikaans and dedicated to my Grade 9s.)
Here is something I’ve long been interested in: Ruin Photography.
Die allermooiste Afrikaanse gedigte is nie in Opperman of Brink se afgryslik uitgedunde samevattings nie – nie in drie dele en amper drie duisend blaaie nie. Alhoewel ek goddank bly is om hulle te hê. En wragtig goed bedoel.
Thanks to a kind invitation I spent two lovely days at the Klein Karoo National Arts Festival (better known as KKNK). As usual, it was easier to drag around the cellphone than the camera, so I came back with only a few shots.
To those who don’t know, I’m not much of a believer. I try to respect the opinions of others and am in favour of religious freedom. However, sometimes I cannot help to be dumbfounded by current events and I use this blog as my little voice.
As often, my aim here is satirical. I don’t intend to convince anyone of my point of view. I oppose the idea of doing so.
If you are an easily offended Christian, it might be better not to read the rest of this post.
Also, please note, when I use the term “God” I think of a concept or even a character from literature, not a person.
These were taken April 17, 2017, (my dad’s birthday). I’ve tried to make them a little bigger – or I should say: not to make them quite so small.
It seems achieving the simplicity I desperately crave is an impossibly complicated task.
Simon of Cyrene was told to carry Jesus’ cross
he’d set out on his own but violence forced a different coin toss
the heavy burden of fate
had caused him to wait
how often a good deed leads to an enormous loss.
Wherefore art thou at my quest,
when all I honestly intended was rest?
April 19, 2017, at 3:00
Despite the full moon, and an annoying light-source from elsewhere, I tried my hand at the skies, so to speak. It’s nothing spectacular, but I’ll try again.