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Nuwe skryfwerk | New writing

Nuwe skryfwerk | New writing


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Telkom en kliënt
Daniel Hugo - 2006-08-10


Afrorisme
Daniel Hugo - 2006-08-10


Suidpunt
Wilma Stockenström - 2006-08-10
My vasteland raak weg met 'n sagtesug in die soutvermenging van tweeoseane. In tierende wind. So bepaal. Elk het 'n eie seestroom wat eiesinnigeie rigting volg: een tropies ligsinnig suidwaarts, een noord, koud en pligsbewus. En tog, waar die malmok die maande om sweef, brei my vasteland verraderlik onderseesdomeine uit, asof hy iets wil wegsteek. Of wou vergeet, millennia gelede. Of wilvan ontslae raak maar nie mooi weet hoe. Wat sou op die versonke land, nou bank, kon ontstaan en gegroei...

Spil soek
Wilma Stockenström - 2006-08-10


Dooiwater
Wilma Stockenström - 2006-08-10


derrida: woorde dui altyd 'n afwesigheid aan
Tessa Louw - 2006-08-08
“My mother Elizabeth hardly drinks, but she does smoke a lot.” (Richard Billingham) ek kan jou bedig maek kan jou bekleed met supernovas en daisies uit barberton ek kan die blyspel van jou moederskap met alttimbre besing(piet-piet-piet-verdriet) en met my aangebore uitveekrag kan ek al jou leeffoute uitskandeer maar mutton dressed as lamb my kindsou jy protesteer en as ek eerlik moet wees is jy nie digbaar nie jy die aanstigter van konflik die versoener van teenstandersdie lapper-plakker-perfeksionis...

jonger is ek selfs as jonker
Karien van der Westhuizen - 2006-08-08


Sê die skrywer vir die terapeut
Madri Victor - 2006-08-08
(vir dr J) Sê die skrywer:só maklik moet verlossing wees!My woorde is ’n ongebore lamin die vlesige baarmoeder van my mond,verwek in sluwe tendrils van die brein,onwillig,maar om jou ontwillê ek my weekliks voor jou neerop die altaar van papierop die altaar van jou geduldlaat ek die veilige vrugwater agterin struweling van slym en bloed. Sê die terapeut:só is jy gemaaken dit is goed. Sê die skrywer:só maklik moet verlossing wees;want jy waak oor...

The Power of Words
2006-08-08
Eleven women write what they like for National Women's Day Compiled by Michelle McGrane Omen’s Day Gabeba Baderoon When I started writing on my computer this morning, I read over a sentence and found that “who” had turned into “ho” and “women” into “omen”. The “w” on my keyboard no longer worked. Pounding the letter didn’t help, so to correct the words, I had to cut and paste w’s from previously written documents....

Blues vir ’n verdronke stad
Hennie Aucamp - 2006-08-02
“Beelde van drywende lyke en mense wat dae ná die orkaan gesterf het, is op televisieskerms en in koerante gewys. Die reuk van ontbindende lyke het in die versengende, vogtige hitte oor die stad gehang.” - Die Burger van 3 September 2005 oor die New Orleans-ramp In die begin was daar modder modder en stank modder en dampeen trae, stomende woorde:bayou miasmas moeraskoors reptiele.En wortelbome –soms van die land, soms van die water:met...

Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Hennie Aucamp
Hennie Aucamp - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Koos Kombuis
Koos A Kombuis - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Ronel Nel
Ronel Nel - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Lucas Malan
Lucas Malan - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Henning Pieterse
Henning Pieterse - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Ilse van Staden
Ilse van Staden - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Alfred Schaffer
Alfred Schaffer - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Marlise Joubert
Marlise Joubert - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Louis Esterhuizen
Louis Esterhuizen - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Joan Hambidge
Joan Hambidge - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Daniel Hugo
Daniel Hugo - 2006-07-27


Mont du Toit Wynkwatryn: Charl-Pierre Naudé
Charl-Pierre Naudé - 2006-07-27


Forgetting ...
Remi Raji - 2006-07-25
As sure as the deceptive day you're the only cell in my stem the stomata of unending songs, ... Because I crave your lips, and you're not here I want to forget you, haunted by the paradox in the air you're the only thing whose epilepsy I have loved and I have known betrayals not like yours ... Your contradictions have become the theorem of what it is to love and laugh in the faith of gutters and I'm also a paradox, the oxy- moron, may be a metaphor, the painted proverb I’m the fool among...

Surely I love you
Na Ncube - 2006-07-21
as surely as the morning mist as surely as the sweetest dew I love you in your youth as surely as the rising sun as surely as powerful winds I love you in your strength as surely as a bee to honey as strongly as a moth to a flame wayward, foolhardy, I love you as surely as the scorching day as surely as the heat of summer I love you in your passion as surely as the turning tide as surely as the now calm sea l love you in your maturity as surely as dark stormy clouds show clearly the beauty...

The Tenant
Na Ncube - 2006-07-21


Damaged at birth
Na Ncube - 2006-07-21


Reaching out
Na Ncube - 2006-07-21
I wondered what he thought as he sat there on the dirt hands reaching out in that worldwide gesture of beggars a few coins rattled in his tin not enough for a loaf of bread he sat there, unmoving quite like a statue and his eyes looked glazed nothing could be read from them not pain not hunger not even resignation and I wondered again as everyone passed without so much as a glance what precisely went through his mind as he sat there hands outstretched I dropped a coin into those hands and still neither...

Black man
Na Ncube - 2006-07-21


In Luther's chair
Ian Kruger - 2006-07-21
He finds himself in a room in a chair Between his fingers is a cigarette poised over a jar lid on the armrest He is exhausted, tumescent with the cigarette’s bruising rush He cannot remember how he got here His history and that aching need to be something – all is in anxious remission Outside, beyond the terylene strung across the window, is another world, soaked and darkening Glimmering streams mark out the roads by which the myriads make their obdurate ways home And the city,...

Off beat
Joanne Hart - 2006-07-21


My Father's teeth
Caroline Esterhuizen - 2006-07-21
My father had beautiful teeth - quite a magnificent set really which complemented his gorgeous features. Then when he was 28 years old he gave a lift to a hitchhiker. Under the Tollgate Bridge, that man beat my father's face and head so badly to purple-engorged pulp that he lost all of those lovely teeth. Now nearing 40, I am wondering why some obscure dentist chose to remove a pair of my molars in my juvenile years – for anticipated cosmetic reasons ... I might have had a beautiful set of...

Shack fire
Rosemund J Handler - 2006-07-14


Jakobsleer
Charl-Pierre Naudé - 2006-07-14
Voortrekkermonument, 2006 Vir die eerste keer sedert kindsbeenbesoek ek weer die monument.Waar ek laas was met Pa, op ouderdom vyf jaar.En dis aan die Tor van Glastonburywat ek skielik dink, 'n mistieke hoogtetjieop die platteland van Engeland. ’n Geheimsinnige skryn. Vir 'n vreemde Godheid.Dit huldig pioniers, van 'n vergane kultuur.’n Vierkantige monoliet, wat hol is aan die binnekant.Hier, so word beweer, skuif realiteite oor mekaar ... Ek kom wys vandag die curiosum van ’n...

Art
Rosemund J Handler - 2006-07-14


Following the blue line
Bandile Dlabantu - 2006-07-03
This story is dedicated to a childhood friend. It was the 2004 Full Contact Karate championships in Port Elizabeth. My best friend, Sizwe, the hero of the provincial team, was stepping onto the mat for his final bout. After months of preparation and a lifetime of dreaming he was poised to take his place in the South African team that was to tour Japan. Win or lose, he was in, but as a matter of principle he had to wipe the smirk from Piet Marais’s face. Twice had Piet denied him victory and...

Reach For A Dream celebrates 17 years of fulfilling dreams
Judith Muirhead - 2006-07-03
National Co-ordinator of Reach for a Dream Since the first dream of a pony and motorcycle ride was fulfilled on 7 July 1988 for JC Steinman's birthday, Reach For A Dream has continued to bring hope to the lives of more than 6 000 children through the power of their dreams. The Foundation presently fulfils on average three dreams per day and more than 5 000 children's lives are enriched each year through dream projects such as daily outings and camps. "It is only with the love and support...

Die afspraak
Madri Victor - 2006-06-28
Dit is winter. Die reën het saggies begin sif. Sy staan by die venster en kyk hoe die mense met sambrele verby stap. In die verte kan sy die park sien. Sy weet dat die proteabosse en dennebome met die reën groener lyk, die omgevalle boomstompe swaarder, swarter. Dáár binne die heinings is ’n ander wêreld vol voëls en bome en die stilte van wind deur denne. Die groot bergskilpaaie sal stadig kop intrek terwyl die water blink op die spitse van hul dop. Miskien...


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