by Gus on Oct 30th, 2008 Tweet
Carapace 6 - aka Carapace issue 71 - was launched last night at Rust-en-Vrede in Bellville. A great turnout, and some terrific, very funny readings. Two poems that drew great Applause: Straight literary outrage
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Our Father in Heaven gives us even in this millennium we deserved ice-century our eighteenth ice age so we do not daily plastiekverpakte food at Woolworths and the delusion of unblemished fruits and vegetables shake space age creatures that we can not our daily aspirin in healthy stone kneusplekkies, mo balled and worm. Deliver us from Woolworths smooth tjerries, their snipperige parcels for Father, do you think we have a turkey hatching.
Andries Bezuidenhout Gerrit Brand, Corné Coetzee, Toast Coetzer, Jan de Bruyn, Mia de Jager, mo Annelie the Act, Thérèse Fensham, Jeanne Goosen, Lucille Greeff, Gravity Grundling Ronelda S Camphor, Katvrou, Hunter Kennedy, Riku Lätti, mo Danie Marais mo Lionel Murcott, Ronel Nel Jansie Potgieter Liezel Jones Heigers, Gerhard Rasch, Carina Stander, Deborah Steinmair, mo Andre van Vuuren
With soft ropes I will give you my blue and with one under each arm we'll walk through the night I will comfort mo you with my radula on a track we will lay triune cozy and forever waiting on the Trans Karoo
Splinters in a grain with a jug full of nut coffee and the smell of baked Granny Smiths front of a hot stove, I remember my grandmother's bontrok I remember mo how I choke when I say that I never such a dress would wear I remember mo branikels and sorrel an Meester mo of a farm school cane called Listen my frog eyes and how I always second or last in the relay ended, I think back to a grain filled apple wood and how I tried the tree heal after hours of frustrated tried I could just wipe my tears and wood chips out of my dirty hands.
Cats: English, Feature, Poetry, South Africa Tags: Andre van Vuuren, Andries Bezuidenhout, Annelie the Act, Carapace Carapace 71, Carapace Slug Award Carina Stander, Corne Coetzee Danie Marais, Deborah Steinmair, Poetry, Severity Grundling Events, Feature, Gerhard Rasch, Gerrit Brand, Hugh Hodge, Hunter Kennedy, Jan de Bruyn, Jansie Potgieter, Jeanne mo Goosen carapace, mo carapace mo 6, Katvrou, Liezel Jones Heigers, Lionel Murcott, Lucille Greeff, Mia de Jager, Poeisie Poetry, Riku Lätti, Ronel Nel, Ronelda S Camphor, Rust en Vrede, South Africa, Therese Fensham, Toast Coetzer
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