Ayeye, O grand Joe?

And then something happened in telly land. The-modern-fire-place-story-teller yielded to the burgeoning blackoisie; ag man I meant bourgeoisie, Mzanzi Magic (DStv Channel 161) was launched and many moons later Isibaya appeared, initially as a tellenovella; and, mfana sonny, The Bomb Shelter now challenged our fears by interrogating the Zombie phenomenon. Without warning, all the ingredients that are rolled together with human cruelty when someone is turned into a zombie were shoved into our faces at prime time in the soap dish war zone and we had to endure seeing a character beloved by all turned into a monster.

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Speech: The Nature of an Artist’s journey

On the 7 February 2015 at about ten in the morning I was about to read the prepared speech below at the opening of Tshwane University of Technology Department of Fine and Applied Arts BTech exhibition while I noticed, in the sea of the crowd nestle here and there serious looks including a couple of people who rolled their eyes upwards in the ‘here it comes’ attitude. This together with the occasional air blows from the nearby air con which ruffled my prepared speech papers in its duel against the onslaught of summer heat convinced me to ditch the speech and speak from an improvised angle. I doubt if anyone ate from my palms. Contrary to popular believe of the little circle I belong to, I am never comfortable speaking in public, even if it’s about what I feel passionate about, art. I find solace in the written text. Presently I hope that the speech below does justice to my improvised performance.

Intraparadoxical contemplation

Since my ultimate task in my writings is preoccupied with drawing attention to the text what an opportunity it is when the writing tries to mimic behavior and how it develops around the preoccupation it takes in its stride. This is the opportunity that is afforded by producing the interview with the artist in textual form.