[D]ear reader ever since 21 days lockdown announcement I have been extra conscious of my feeble existence. Don’t get me wrong I know that it’s a fact that there will be a full moon one day without me in this world to expecienc it [you are more than welcome to rewrite that sentence in a manner appropriate to your current state of mind].
At certain points in our life we meet people who influences how we see things. At the very best such moments are not really prolonged. It could be a conversation lasting for a few minutes or under fortunate circumstances it can turn out to be a philosophical exchange that lasts for years. However such finer moments in our lives are not really marked by their prolongations. They are marked by the exchange itself. They are marked by what one take away from them. From there on wards it really doesn’t matter how often one can be exposed to the one who have insight into things that we wrestle with. They have cleared the cobwebs. We return to them to iron whatever creases that may remain. This might be an extended privilege on our part because we already know what needs to be done.»»
The first draft of Intraparadox: Interview with Nelmarie du Preez which I conducted on 26 September 2016 is complete. It has been long overdue but I have completed it finally ! Over the next couple of weeks I will be readying it for blogging. It has been a difficult period writerly to emerge from the 47 minutes of this interview because of other pending projects as well professional workload elsewhere. But as always it has been a great pleasure to delve into the body of work that was featured in the SASOL NEW Signatures Solo exhibition 2016 through the perspective of the interview. Du Preez comes across surprisingly as spontaneous and a humorous as a person. To a greater extent she is clinical in her execution of her technologically driven work. You can look forward to a discovery of GUI (Graphic User Interface) and the discourse between herself and this phenomenon that gives birth to her idea about art and technology. May we find the artist.
Subject – Intraparadox: Interview with Nelmarie du Preez
Many thanks to those of you who continue to support our facebook page and blog http://www.mmutleak.com. There are a couple of works in the pipeline for Intraparadox series so do stay linked and synced we will be posting soon. These upcoming works are interviews with artists. As it is tradition they are long, averaging around 40 to 60 minutes. Yes we know, who has the time to read lengthy stuff, right?
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I have never had an interest in gambling. My ignorance extends from as far afield as the casual game of cards to a game of Dice. I knew a Knoxman while still at high school. Here was a man whose ways were outlawed from his garb to his disdain for protocol. Despite our school’s rules and regulations his feet were always kicked into a pair of All-Star Converse with some Grey Dickies spilling over them instead of the conventional Toughies and Grey Flannels. Occasionally he’d swap the Converse for a pair of Florsheims, always looked dapper the pantsula way that gent; I suspected that the game of chance, his mind always drifted towards during the course of the day, had something to do with money-Kachin that jingled in his back pocked whenever he chested into class or chested out either at change period or our breaks or when he decided that that was the day for him and He would rather go off to start his skool sa ma’dice some where in the school’s premises, especially those undiscoverable corners where only our School Principal braved to check in during his rounds. Mr. Knoxman forced issues with his kickers and overall attire until the teachers tolerated him¶
Dear reader I would like to thank you for continuing to read my work. It is an honor to be read even if it just that random post. After taking a big risk recently by swinging towards the unknown territory which is The Development of Pay Television in our country I was relieved to see readers statistics holding their stability levels. Pay television, I am sure you’re aware by this time, is an area of interest to me and I thought why not critique it while I was fascinated by what was happening with the recent launch of online subscription based services in South Africa. I had had fun jotting a few pieces in this area. Last word in this regard is that pay television in this country can be seen as a reflection of the growing pseudo black middle class. I personally feel that economically we are not there yet in the true sense of what being middle class means. How can you be middle class if your direct brothers and sisters live is poverty due to lack of employment and economic opportunities? But capital prevail and we’re all under its entrapment¶
I read elsewhere that writing is a solitary experience. I am agreed thus far because I spent numerous moments hunched alone on my keyboard. I sometimes wonder if anyone would notice my efforts. History is the mess that remains of our ancestors’ endeavors as they try to survive, whatever their motives are. One’s intentions in achieving a goal are not always squeaky clean as far as the ego is concerned and not to mention self preservation. Anyway to chronicle history honestly it would mean not erring as far as taking sides is concerned, but to give as precise a detail as a historian can muster.
What does it feel like when your phone is on the tv stand? Let’s increase the distance, what does it feel like when it is in another room or better still when you leave it at home only to discover during your trip to work or school that you are without it? Nerving isn’t? They have become sticky things them cell phones them, neh. Our hook up to them often reminds me of the advert of the guy trying to quit smoking and the cigarette box is stuck on his hand while he tries to throw it in the bin. He goes for a patch or a chewing gum to free himself of the smokes. Social media networks, a blessing of our time or a curse for those who cherish privacy? Watch out for our next piece: Presence in absence in the Land of the Bunched Hunched Up People to be blogged on 13 January 2015, it’s an article dedicated to the television and film screenwriter, travel writer and the weekly columnist for The Times – Darrel Bristow-Bovey¶
© Mmutle Arthur Kgokong 2015
Dear readers we hope that your entry into the New Year was smooth. At this point in time you are either back at the office as of Monday 5th January or you are still relishing the crumbs of the festive season, or better still you stayvacationed during December and you’ve just left everything behind for a well deserved vacation while everybody is back and worried about the initial fees that jump start the year! Holleruswelcome, welcome back. Don’t worry yourself too much about New Year’s resolution, chances are you’ve got some loose ends that needs to be tied up from the preceding year. Why not start there? Enough with the sermon. Tomorrow Andrew Tshediso Motjouadi’s Ico-graph will be available for your perusal. Yes you read right, an Ico-Graph not iconograph, a proposed term to designate a sweep of an artist’s timeline. This is a change in tune from what we promised when we announce late last year that a monograph around this artist was in the works. A writing of a monograph would have been too ambitious for us. We opted for something small, direct and hyper digestible for the post modern reader. The upcoming Ico-Graph will be the first writing installation of a trilogy arc set piece dealing with Andrew Tshediso Motjuoadi; the second will be an historical account while the third will be a subjection of one of his work to Plosc and Slosc Critique. At the writing of this communiqué we are immersed in the life of this fine artist. ¶
© Mmutle Arthur Kgokong 2015
Foreword to Grand ‘Ma’ hearth
Readers and friends the poem Grand ‘Ma’ hearth was written to salute my maternal grandmother who is in her early nineties. There is another work entitled ‘mogakagadi’ through which I have tried to do her justice in a lyrical portraiture. The work itself was also an attempt on my part to write in Setswana. I hope to blog it very soon for your perusal.
Recently during my last visit to my grandmother, as I embraced her frail form, she held me with a soft gaze that held pools of tears at their edges and sniffed ‘I had had my life, the end can come now’. Her grayed eyes seem to bore through my surprised heart like the jab of a laser beam. Something within me turned and I was filled with an overwhelming sour feeling; fear and loss all mixed into one. Such is one’s candle of life. Our time here is fragile.
I just want to thank you for your continuance support of my blog as it nears the three thousand mark. …it is such a liberating feeling to be able to devote one’s time to writing amid a busy schedule and family commitments. But it is also reassuring when one’s work is read, appreciated and criticized!