Even blogwhores...

... need some R&R for a little R&D.

Best wishes till endish-July,
and remember

capsule mthatha (a really little pill)

O.R Tambo International Airport - 6.15am.

Take-off for Mthatha in a Jetstream 4100, one of those R/C looking propeller planes.
(Blah photograph but I do like the Munsch-colours. We all begin in blood.)

The tallest building in town.

Mthatha -
smells like: damp wood.
tastes like: sweet veld grass.
sounds like: unhurried deliberation.
feels like: the place you would go, to listen to the wind.

16.06.1976

For Unknown 16/06/76

a frozen face
on a white wall.

open mouth
rigid arms

your eyes
are the eyes of your comrades

children
with weighted shoulders

and loud voices
muted by the captured moment.

but I hear it.
decibels of scaled anger
your suffering erupt,

holding out its arms to me.

am I worthy of embrace?

1976- not even a seeded thought
in the mind of a girl I call mother.

you are background
context to your time
framing the "struggle"
painting it with your essence
as bullets tattoo your fate.

A bricked acknowledgement
that you were felled on that day
now bedded on gravel
bordered by the crunching tourist tiptoes
echoing now-impotent jackboots

the granite speaks

of more bodies,
not nobodies
but somebodies
with names
and for others without

there is a brick
in a yard
on the gravel.


(conceptualised after a visit to the Hector Pieterson Memorial in Soweto, June 16, 2005)

er...cough

This one's a bit rich coming from a social lung-tar-er, but it was a concept I could not ignore. I'm still noobing around Photoshop so the execution is a lil shabby.

Copy on box reads: "Cigarette brands don't need health-warning labels. The message is clear enough as it stands."

On private equity, the carrier trade and ‘cheap money'

"If everyone knows where the cheap money is, they are all going to go to the same place to get the cheap money. Until it runs out.
And how will it run out?
When the Bank of Japan increases interest rates. Then global liquidity dries up.

There’s a wonderful story about a village where there’s only one pig. One guy sells the pig to the neighbour at one price and the neighbour sells it to another guy at another price and the pig keeps circulating around town and everyone’s making money off the pig. And then one guy doesn’t quite understand. He buys the pig and kills it. Everyone's mad at him. "Don’t you know this is how we make money?" they say. He says, "I was hungry, I thought we were supposed to eat this pig."

And that’s what’s happening with private equity now.
There’s a pig going around the world and one day, Japan’s going to kill it."

Hlelo Giyose, Fund Manager, Stanlib
Speaking at Wits Business School's panel debate on “The Rise of Private Equity. Is South Africa a new target?”
May 30, 2007

Of shivering loins and heaving dirtypillows...

S: how do u write sex though? dont want it to be all smarmy
S2: true
you dont want it porno
nor do you want it mush
or a weird combination i call "morno"
S: yeh...i hav no clue...all this writing...im outa my league
S2: which is kinda like mills and boons
S2: a mix of mush and porno, but where you're saying "more? noooooooooooo"