dreams, music and quiet
says cohen: “Like a bird on the wire // Like a drunk in a midnight choir // I have tried //In my way //To be free.” says nkosi: “Jazz is a music which has its roots in a life of insecurity, in which a single moment of self-realisation, of love, light and movement, is extraordinarily more important … Read more
notes from friends’ real life (what’s that?) walls
graff in a backstreet of the bauhaus, seen & cherished in august 2011. an inspiring friend & & old wise man to be, currently absorbed by the metaphysical task to start an encyclopedia on emerging cultural techniques, orders, styles; the poetics of facebook (besides having some decent academic stuff going on); so this gent shared … Read more
how old is the anc?
“The present ANC is not 100 years old. It abandoned the fundamental objectives of the 1912 ANC 57 years ago. In 1955, a section of the 1912 ANC leadership was captured by a section of the white ruling class. Despite the background of the Union of South Africa Act 1909 and the Native Land … Read more
awesome speech
thanks to the ever-great read provided by dream hampton, i stumbled into this one & got inspired to know more . http://www.ted.com/talks/ron_eglash_on_african_fractals.html blessings to the ones who share.
christmas – time to listen to your granny:
thanks to http://postsoftware.org/2011/12/22/listen-to-your-grandma-find-the-cookie-jar/ who reblogged from http://chicquero.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/grandmother-tips-chicquero-password.jpg
a scam a day: ze merkels
This one just made its way to the inbox of a Nigerian friend. Written by ‘Mrs Victoria Merkel’ it asks for support to ‘help the poor masses’. Me love scam: “This message mey come to you as a surprise I am Mrs. Victoria Merkel from Germany, Married To late MR BERNARD MARKEL we were … Read more
some pretty fierce things.
Trevor Huddleston in Sophiatown, image by Jürgen Schadeberg. to love somebody, from afar: one of the people i would have loved to have met in this lifetime: trevor huddleston, priest and activist, doing his thing in sophiatown, south afrika, where he is remembered and loved, most resiliently here. “I was feeling, as always, a desperate … Read more
i must admit it gets quite wild.
come, come, ghostpoet!
Strrrika lady, just try!
“I deny the doctrine the right to justify the crimes happening in its name. And I deny this right the wo/man of the present, who has forgotten how sordid and poor wo/man is in comparison to what s/he could be, I deny this right to the wo/man of the present: to measure past and … Read more








