The Living Voice
Review: John Berger’s Collected Poems The tongue Is the spine’s first leaf Forests of language surround it -Words II From the gazals and qawwalis of Lahore to the rhymes dropped in the ghettos of Los Angeles and Paris, the poetic impulse continues to flourish as […]
Let the Dead Be in their Un-rest
There are those who hope, like me, not to arrive. Arthur Nortje, “My mother was a woman.” The clamour began as soon as the news broke in June 2014 that Nat Nakasa’s body was to be returned to South Africa. Nakasa was exhumed from his burial place in […]
Poetry for Palestine
The street is empty as a monk’s memory, and faces explode in the flames like acorns – and the dead crowd the horizon and doorways. No vein can bleed more than it already has, no scream will rise higher than it has already risen. We will not leave! – Exodus, Taha Muhammad Ali […]
Magda’s Jumping Castles
Found Poem: NB We do not deliver past Umhlanga Rocks, Prospecton, Bothas Hill, and Shongweni. Also, we do not deliver to Chatsworth Umlazi KwaMashu or Phoenix. Main Pic: Bouncing castle in Prater, Vienna Leopoldstadt by Peter Gouger Published courtesy of Tearoom Books