time and detuned

1985 – 2022

The indolence of stay-at-home drinking. The lack of squeeze in this bottle. Pleased to meet me—pleased to cleft myself. I clean myself in the mirror…

It was sometime around 1985 and there were misdemeanors in my motherland’s poetry—misdeeds and pepper pot wonders around the circuit of couplets in search of a perfect end-rhyme.

My motherland was still in a training bra—in the process of becoming an anti-nowhere lecher farmer. Her beehive landings would turn themselves on and off at the most inopportune moments.

The hot chocolate boy was still a lone cocoa bean far from transcendence.

PW Botha was the “Villain of the Hour,” so a bunch of rock and pop stars insisted they weren’t going to play Sun City. Approbation. A video. A song. The right idea. Those were the yearbooks of politically righteous causeway views.

I was a mere eggcup in my motherland’s tabernacle—while my father was “bailiff enough” of the “most lost” of lost causes—together, they were the housemasters of a bureaucrat stomp so out of time and detuned that the state tacticians tendered resignations at the nearest cornershops.

But we are still here—in the kaleidoscope of plague times—still plugging away. And here we are now—still—unsupervised and undeserving of better.

“Soon I began to say black people and white people, like everyone else, uttering the lie with increasing ease, conceding the sameness of our difference, deferring to a dreading vision of a racialised world. For agreeing to be black and white, we also agree to limit the complexity of possibility, we agree to mendacities that for centuries served and will continue to serve crude hungers for power and pathological self-affirmations.”

— Abdulrazak Gurnah / Desertion

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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