BEHIND THE PRETTY

deargodinheavensweetviginmotherofchrist There’s another fight, this time in the pig camp; it is the end of times, the sound of the screams are the elevator music to Hades. Five dogs have broken through from their camp into the pig camp and four have set upon one of the pigs. They’re climbing onto it, biting at its…

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SWINGS AND ROUNDABOUTS

Today I don’t own a single one of those electric kitchen appliances, but the baskets I’ve collected all my life – themselves a kaleidoscope of teenage and adult seaside holiday recollections, flea markets around the world, the pity-purchase from the lady on the pavement in Parkview – serve as both packing crates and table-tops, and I have learned well from studying the habits of migrant-worker women in rural areas; I know the voluminous potential of the Big Pep Stores Nylon Bag that travels by taxi from city to village at the end of each year for the long-awaited home visit.

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CONSTRUCTIVE RUBBISH

Two months on the farm and a significant change is afoot; I’m moving again, in a twist that’s left me shaken but filled with renewed resolve and positive and excited. It’s been a tremendous learning curve for me on several fronts, not least of which is a certain level of pride at my resilience in…

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PRETTY RUBBISH

This is the result of an experiment I did in December 2016. The volume of two large black refuse bags can be reduced to this if you recycle, keep a small bucket at your kitchen door for compostable waste and never put any wet shit (cooked food, leaking tins etc) into your garbage. I did…

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VILE WALLIS THE INTERVIEW BOMBER

Beautifully written article from this gorgeous, informed young woman. Thank you so much, Danielle 💟 By Danielle Naidoo Rhodes University, 27 August 2017 “This woman is the coolest” – is honestly what my first thought was as I began listening to what she had to say. Cindy Phillips Taylor sat posed in her antiquarian armchair…

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DIVE

“dive for dreams” – E.E. Cummings dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind)   trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward)   honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at…

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THE RELIABILITY OF REAR VIEWS

Fitzgerald didn’t know how to write the weirdness of his unfolding life so he just wrote Zelda’s diary in some places and the exact dialogue of what actually happened, verbatim, and changed the names and there was This Side of Paradise and most of Gatsby, as if he’d had a webcam, you know? Like filling…

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WALKIN ALL HOURS AND BOOK PIGS

15 October 2017, Old House, Grahamstown I had good intentions to pack a few boxes of my stuff to start moving to storage – to make space for the next room due for the onslaught of the Denvet Gang in the ongoing restoration project of Old House – and then the radio played Patsy Cline…

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SURFING THE WHALE

  I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares. Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves — SURFING THE WHALE Road, Eternal road Yellow line constant bend Black; here; is it wall or Fall I’m…

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SHIT GETS REAL

I became an optimist because I knew that telling people the truth in response to ‘howzitt going, Doll? ‘ is generally going to be a bore. I mean, you can hardly just pop out with ‘oh, just keeping up appearances, but I am constantly thinking of a way to die which would least inconvenience people…

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