In all ways, always, the only constant remains loss.
U2 has produced so many beautiful songs. Like this one:
You’re on the road but you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud, in the maze of her imagination
You love this town even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over and it’s been all over you
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
When the body falls ill the spirit rallies, but only for so long.
Something old, something new
something borrowed, something blue …
That’s the saying, but it’s about weddings and, therefore, not applicable to me.
Oddly, I’m one of those people who tend to add significance to dates, despite being really terrible with numbers. Not merely, as normal people do, in terms of keeping appointments– I like to read this day in history type articles and I keep a record of the “anniversaries” of significant events in my life.
Jare later … steeds onvoltooid.
Waar ek woon
“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.