Play and losing that sense of fear was Ant's formic acid.
Recently, I've started living in earphones while doing my assignments, emails and this blog.
Here are a few of my favourite pictures from that day, which were all taken on the South Coast of KZN in South Africa.
I wanted to find some of the most visually note-worthy (or blog-worthy) elements of the museum.
There are sudden jolts from long, melodic sentences that hit into shorter, impactful sentences, which mirror the writer's experience of dis-ease.
In a culture that may share too much at times, these guys keep it light and make content that people watch with their kids over breakfast.
"I want to get a monkey off my back," he said. The monkey in question is the one that asks him whether or not there's a book there.
As someone who is knee-shakingly cautious of heights, my travels have also lead to a few moments that have tested my capacity for being nearer the clouds.
They still have so much in common, including their PhD-level knowledge of each other.
The writer gives it info without fuss but keeps it personal, bringing in her motherhood next to the bullet-pointed instructions.
I look forward to reading the rest of Lee's answer to the unscratched core of To Kill a Mockingbird.
It's never too much though, allowing for an easy give-and-take between a bevvy of facts and quotes from big names, and suddenly returning to an immersive chat with easygoing, dressing gown Adele.
I am keen to stick my freckled face behind the screen again and see words surface from beneath the pixelated paper.
I asked them a few questions and then broke out of my comfort zone and took some pictures (I've never been a connoisseur of the camera). But it's been the most unexpectedly fun and joyful task.
Untranslated and unexplained, just like his poetry, because as Nathan said, "You can't translate and reveal at the same time."
The rain’s watery polaroids are beginning to fade as the sun starts to emerge and kisses me shyly on the cheek.
Atop a table, with notepad and ugg-clad feet, I did the journalism.
“We let the audience be themselves,” said Rebecca, “and I had to resist getting tricks out of them”. Rebecca also hoped for the audience to experience the show instinctively through “sitting in stunned silence or laughing with discomfort or genuine hilarity”.
We experimented with sounds like the crunch of bones, the metalic sounds of a concave egg, the knock of beak on shell, the flex of unused wing.
"You’ve got to look for little things that connect you. Use an archive of your own experiences to inform a story."
The little silver box lay dormant. It's static quite static and no microcosm leapt from its concave surface.
I almost expect Barbie to walk in and join her.
That, in essence, is what lies at the very base of writing. Beyond the courage, caution, vision, precision, truth, kindness and sometimes the pink-faced grappling…To truly believe the words on your page.
It is still an odd thing to go into an area just because it is disadvantaged when you would not necessarily do the same thing with a wealthy suburb.
They will very likely ask if it is real. The answer, "Yup. This is bonafide red straight from my grandad".
I have been told that it is often the 2nd paragraph that really gets a story going, the first being a buffer zone that, if cut out, you will arrive at where you really want to start your story.
Here's something normal, going on a taxi. I'm not referring to a cab with the driver's number on it. I'm talking about a classic combi - a plain white one that stops on the corner and you hop in. As a white South African, taking a taxi has become something of a taboo. This doesn't mean … Continue reading Just take a taxi
The idea of looking in the mirror begins the piece and is brought round again at the end, which, just like the piece, reflects the world and the ginger life back at you.
It’s the idea that having longer hair makes you more feminine and pretty but that is just someone’s standards.
Apartheid and its ramifications has followed us into our twenties, democracy and mine.
You shriek at the sound of other's misusing you but you did it first.
"Praying ain't about asking for your own way. It's all about talking things over with God, just like you and me are talking things over. In the end, you have to be trusting the Lord to do what's best."
As a woman, being under scrutiny and receiving inappropriate treatment is no rarity but I was shocked.
I have been affected by these stories and the great, understated things they have to share.
Paint fell in blobs, rippling as they hit the ground. The face, etched in acrylic, let a single tear droop down the canvas. The brush fell, untethered, and with a sense that its artist had felt something deeply. bristles scattered, a palette landed with an underwhelming thump, colours mixing unceremoniously on the floor. A single … Continue reading Word Doodle 21
Peg fell on her face quite often. Her eyes darted left and right, then, as if orchestrated by a tiny maestro, an eyelash got caught in the epicentre of her pupil. It sent waves of pain rippling over her moss-green iris and cascaded over the white sides, gushing past her waterline and sending black, eyeliner-infused … Continue reading Word Doodle 20
The teachers and other students showed their pride in those who performed, even asking whether it had been recorded.
Then there’s the silent type who only nod as they awkwardly shuffle past your knees to get across to the aisle.
The competitors were then chosen based on their marks and more significantly, their performance during their moots, which are simulated court appearances.
‘Awesome’ is a word frequently used at this table with energy force gadgets and liquid glass tools on display.
Anyone who’s experienced a Nat Caf show knows exactly what it stands for: energy, fun and ultimately, “getting high through comedy”
For Barbie, everyone has an ‘art’ and hers happens to be performing.
Approximately 30% of Grahamstown’s sewage goes untreated into the Kowie River while sewage spills are often left for weeks at a time.
Dear Mandela has a resounding relevance to all South Africans and will continue to ring true in our current situation.
Great emphasis is placed on the length of a black woman's hair and it is seen as an achievement of sorts.