Monthly Archives: November 2015

But is it art?

  But is it art? With the white of a child’s eye the clouds dog-curl onto themselves, sigh with satifaction, then unfurl joyously as a faint bark of thunder dimples the lazy silence. But is it art? Diving curve of … Continue reading

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Noche, día, noche

Foto: De Waal Venter Ek het voorheen gedeeltes van hierdie gedig gepubliseer, maar hier is die hele gedig met al sy agt afdelings nou. Noche, día, noche Octavio Paz 1 Chorro de luz: un pájaro cantando en la terraza. En … Continue reading

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Measuring in feet

Photographic: De Waal Venter Measuring in feet My bare feet meet the earth. They are akin. From the earth come trees that bear the green round bags, the sweet treasure of figs. The poisonous leaves of tomatoes and potatoes, kinfolk, … Continue reading

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Octavio Paz in Afrikaans

Foto: De Waal Venter Noche, día, noche Octavio Paz 1 Chorro de luz: un pájaro cantando en la terraza. En los valles y montes de te cuerpo amanece. Uit: Arbol adentro p 616 Nag, dag, nag 4 Aan die voet … Continue reading

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Are colours important?

Graphic: De Waal Venter Are colours important? The yellow of canaries differs from the orange of oranges, which is somehow a stronger colour than the pale yellow of ripe bananas. Some pumpkins have an aggressive orange inside, slightly embarrassing like … Continue reading

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The certainties of photography

Photographics: De Waal Venter The certainties of photography The landscape photographer decided to capture an urban landscape. He was no mathematician, but, standing in his driveway, he looked at the scene morphing in front of him, and estimated that it … Continue reading

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Grandmoth knows the way

Photo: De Waal Venter Grandmoth knows the way She lies exhausted, her wings half spread, her past strewn widely behind her. Grandmother, the children pick you up, hold you in their hands to see how you would fly again. You … Continue reading

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