Friday, November 30, 2012

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Eva Jackson: 0026

We bit the small pink sponge of the China-berries
Brought on fainting fits with fast breaths and then holding it,
I ran after the scuffed soccer ball
With no sense of where it was going.
We circled each other in a “battle of wills”
We pressed our eyeballs until the white lightning came,
Sifted through sand for glinting yellow pieces.
We ran and kissed one another
Skirted the end of the field
Where shallow men, warned of, hid behind
The diamond gaps in the green wire fence
And the highway’s noise moved down the slope.
You told us, “by god, if they come over that fence, you run!
I’ll pick up the small ones, and you run.”
You were our teacher, who were these hordes
That would come?
A colonial hangover, the knowledge that,
Sooner or later, with small children
And their teachers basking in the sun
We’d be looking down the barrel of a gun?

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Internet Sentences: 0015

This is my fifth times of writting you this email since last year till date but no response from you.Hope you get this one, as this is a personal email directed to you.

Source: Junk Mail

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Victoria Williams: 0179

I remember at the wedding, she was a guest, and crisper than the wine. She sniffed and said, ‘I have seen them in the bath. Not like lovers but like playmates.'

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Manu by Danielle Naidoo

Friday, November 23, 2012

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Eva Jackson: 0025


Zaheer: Johnpallor:-)couldn'thulkny:-pal:-)jol)notional
me: absolutely.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Shy Saras

Shy Saras (1995, Gudari Press) by Max Moodley. Shy Saras is a 16-page, hand-made, handwritten chapbook about an Indian woman who has a sexual awakening. 5 chapbooks were made. Out of print.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Victoria Williams: 0178

We got caught in something called a hail storm... it was just like when mamma would put us in the bath tub and pour frozen peas over us. That crrrrssshh of the fall and the tap and snap on the bath of the peas as they bounced. The pinch of our skin as it tightened in the cold. It was just like that.

Sunday, November 18, 2012


Friday, November 16, 2012

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Eva Jackson: 0024

Nietzsche and Mushi on Cruelty to Cars

All in all, punishment hardens and renders people more insensible;
it concentrates; it increases the feeling of estrangement;
it strengthens the power of resistance.
Let us be kind to our cars
they move us in space and time
and throw away wheels so that we can preserve legs.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Dead Spit by Danielle Naidoo

B: Don't spit on the street.
G: Where should I spit then?
B: Swallow it.
G: I'm not gonna swallow dead spit.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Victoria Williams: 0177

I showed up on the doorstep prepared to ask if I could stay. I knew that if you didn't say yes immediately then I would leave.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Internet Sentences: 0014

* We are sorry if this message will arrive in your bulk/spam mail section *

Source: Junk Mail

Friday, November 9, 2012

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Eva Jackson: 0023

It was a speaking silence, I thought
Then you said, we never talk.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Max Moodley: 0070

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Victoria Williams: 0176

You’ve stopped taking drugs: good for your health maybe. But at what cost to your personality?

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Max Moodley: 0069

I shouldn't have worn the bow-tie.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Eva Jackson: 0022

You are my Rodriguez

You are my Rodriguez
Even your mouth looks the same as his
The way he looks sidelong and the camera stares.
In the houses he cleared, the construction dust
On him as he came home
To his wife and children.
You look straight
Or would, if you were here with me, at the screen
Seeing the story unfold about him
About how he became famous
Against all odds of ignorance, and was claimed.
I claim you, I’ll show them
I see you.