So, like I do at the start of every new year in my life, I’m changing a few things. The first: I will spend more time outside. Next: I will do something new with all the reams of words I have lying around. Last, and most important: I will mute, block & expunge Homo Trollus […]
Monthly Archives: September 2015
It’s still Spring in Cape Town – all moody beauty cloaked in fresh winds and pale new green. But two things happened this week that were far from the ordinary – that’s beyond an understatement: they’re really the stuff of horror. The first thing: The youth wing of South Africa’s ruling party, the ANC – […]
Spring is a dramatic and lovely season in many places – I think about an April in Kingston when there were so many blossoms in the air that I had to keep shaking them out of my hair! But Spring in Cape Town is a bit of a mood-swinging cabaret. It has resigned residents shedding […]
It’s not going to help. None of the middling-to-frightful poems meant to shame ordinary mothers in ordinary homes are going to help. You won’t get ordinary people to take in refugee families because you dripped 3 or 4 verses of acrid and shaming poetry on them. Maybe if you wrote some heartfelt and simple verse […]