12 – 14 October 2012
However on Sunday i start my day as usual with a walk to a book shop to check for old copies of the novels that made me such as Black Beauty, The Color Purple, Shane etc. I find one and they say they will check the other for me. Fine, they don’t have Fanon, Cesaire or Garvey.
I move on to have coffee next door. They spin a good brew that makes me realise that Ricoffy is not coffee but percolated dust masquerading as coffee – fong kong. Later on i meet former New Coin editor Alan Finlay and we have a chat. He comes across as being reserved; almost introvert.
Afternoon comes and viola! I’m the first to land on that stage for our instalment of venom. Well, my people [the ones i invited] are here so i’m not going to shiver nor shake. If i’m about to fall i’ll just stretch my hand so that one of them can hold me. If i am feeling i need elevation i will just climb on one of them’s shoulders so they can fly with me; no spliff.
After introductions from Alan it’s crunch time. To be honest i love performing. And the fact that i have been doing it very little recently has robbed me of my ability to memorise long poems. But today, i have memorised my opener dedicated to my township. That one with a line that kills; ‘last night i humbled myself and dialled mary the virgin’. Soon my set is done and Nova comes to kill the audience. Yeah, she does kill them; me included.
Next up is Charl Pierrie Naude who does not kill but leaves us with food for thought. Actually he feeds us. I’m left wondering if Charl intend to come back and do the dishes. Now, Lesego Rampolokeng comes through to murder. You know poets like Lesego are always expected to have a knife in their back; ready to stab without provocation. Now he never fails. He questions some colonial stereotypes and vents his anger at the slow pace of transformation. But i have a feeling for a man who in 1989 prophecied ‘it’s a new world/ we compromise everyone’ [paraphrasing] what is happening now is expected.
We have fun really and hook up with old friends and comrades; poet Matete Motsoaledi, activist Dipuo Mahlatsi, artist Mavis Taole etc. And as the sun sets at Sophiatown at 7th Street i am certain without fear or contradiction that what i have had was the best week of 2012 by far.
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