ANNOUNCEMENT – POETRY CAFÉ CHANGE OF TIME #SABOOKFAIR2019
The Keorapetse Kgositsile Poetry Café at the South African Book Fair will now take place at 3:30pm to 5pm, Saturday 7th September at Constitution Hill.
Poetry from South Africa, Sweden, Malawi and Jamaica by way of Canada!
Please come through!
“I’m afraid of who you are now. Of who you’ve become to survive”
Vangile Gantsho at Joburg Theatre
So… When Justice Cameron says our work is beautiful and that he is thankful for the craft and our contribution to it… Ja no shame… Would it be embarrassing to admit how incredibly cool that felt!!!
Vangile Gantsho, “Honestly, I walked into this conversation skeptical. I didn’t expect it to be a real conversation, truly unpacking some of the violence of architecture and questioning what architecture can/should look like for a people who carry memory differently. Who carry memory through ritual perhaps. Through practice and story and music and plants and the ground, perhaps.
Lesley Lokko opened with a story of how she couldn’t find the word for museum in Xhosa. In a conversation with a guard at the Steve Biko Memorial:
“What do you call a building that houses memory?”
“You don’t need a building to do that.”
Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed this conversation. I am very thankful for the spaces poetry leads me into. To be called, and to answer.
Vangile Gantsho’s live appearance in conversation with the Cheeky Natives at Outie Bakery in Johannesburg on 25 August 2019.
“Her father was water
But the wind drank him up”
Source: Current State of Poetry (CSP)
Meet: Dr Danai Mupotsa
Danai Mupotsa was born in Harare, and
has lived in Botswana, the United States
and South Africa where she is now based.
She describes herself as a teacher and
writer. feeling and ugly, was largely written
between 2016 and 2018, although some
of the poems were written earlier or
previously published in some form.
The collection gathers the various
statuses and locations she moves across,
as daughter, mother, teacher, scholar and
writer. From these places, many of the
poems try to approach difficult feelings
about what it means to “do politics” from
an empathetic complexity. “I’m raging,
sometimes that makes me petty” is one
such example. The collection carries a
set of standpoints, or wilfulness about
pedagogy, politics and optimism. And
while she carries an attachment to a
non-reparative, or negative affect across
she closes in
work, or all of
her work as love
collection is a
long love letter
to those who