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sneespapiervliegtuigies

die noord-wes het vanoggend
met die verkeerde voet uit die bed uit opgestaan
en my hart se deur sonder seremonie oopgewaai

verwoed moes ek keer vir die omgee wat wou uitwarrel
keer vir die hopeloos wat met alle mag op sneespapiervliegtuigies wou in
maar my hande was vol woorde uit biggeltraan gedigte
en traanstreepwange stories

ek kon nie alles keer nie
ek kon nie alles red nie
ek kon nie alles
ek kon nie

want my skouers was nie so breed soos ek gesê het nie

dalenatjie

dont stop said she

Het mos toe nou die dag wéér Spud 2 gekyk en nou bly ek lag by die gedagte aan The Gov wat vir Spud en Boggo e e cummings laat opsê op die eerste rugbyspan se spesiale veld… Die gedig voel vir my altyd so stout, kan jy jou voorstel die effek daarvan op n klas vol 15 jarige laities met net ‘n handvol op die brein….

may i feel said he

by e e cummings

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

Laatnag

jou vingers tas vlinderfyn

trek ‘n kurwe oor my kuit

jou vingers draai sirkels

al om en om

trek strepies

in die waai van my been

jou vingers skets ‘n lyn

oor my bobeen,

in die lengte op

al op, al op

 

ek sug sag

jou oë vonkel

jou glimlag is heuning

dit nooi my nader

ek voel jou hande

hande wat my liefhet

jou oë

jou mond

jou neus

wat my begeer

 

jy luister fyn

na my asemhaling

na die beweging van my lyf

op die koel laken onder my

luister hoe jou soetsag asem

belustig

‘n siddering deur my lyf stuur

as jy dit soel oor my nek

my skouer

uitblaas

 

Dalenatjie

2014

Write me a letter

Write me a letter of undying lust
Of damp cotton sheets
And foggy windows

Describe me your hands
And the places they go
And how they want and need to touch me

Walk me through the contours
Of my body
And of your lips awaiting the journey

Write me a letter of undying lust
Of mind, heart and body
And seal it with your kiss

Ek dink hierdie som die situasie taamlik goed op. Sterkte aan die boere wat tans deur die stakings geaffekteer word.

Johan Fourie's blog

The farm strikes and social unrest in the Western Cape over the last week has created considerable emotional distress on both sides. Farm workers complain about their R70-a-day wages, while farm owners are aggrieved about the loss of output (remember, we are close to harvest season), threat to their security and destruction of capital (hundreds of vineyards and several buildings have been burned down). And then there are the other interest groups, the trade unions, the political parties (the DA governs the Western Cape, the only province not to be governed by the ruling ANC), and the media with their own vested interests and polarised audiences.

As always, emotive politics dominate the debate. COSATU, headed by the charismatic Tony Ehrenreich, calls for mass action against the “exploitation” of farm workers. The national Minister of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries, Tina Joemat-Pettersson, has said that through the strikes, the workers have shown…

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