The Wake

I swung flung the doors of my front door open for you

Invited you through the corridors of my most precious memories

Led you to swirl on my glaringly white linen and wove stories for you

Forged through my powers of imagination with a dash of realism

But yet when fortune favored you in turn you briskly flung swung shut your doors on my face.

Funny wasn’t that a hint of friendship that I saw at the corner of your eye? Some acceptance?

For some of us it is excruciating to be cruel to others

We explode in love in the midst of what we think is friendship

We know not foe from friend

It’s a course

It’s a blessing

It’s a gravel road that lead to contentment to lent a friend a hand

And eye to pour out

And a thought to prop them up against the strong currents of life’s cruelties

We find pleasure in that

But when our being finally accept that the road has ended

We fondly look elsewhere for the journey of compassion

And the outlet of unpretentious caring

For to care for a barren land that resist all efforts for fertility beyond tilting

It is like waiting for one’s very own last breath.

31 October

© Mmutle Arthur Kgokong 2016

The Writerly Bug Juice: An Eulogy for Bok

I have no recollection how we got Fifi boxed in that afternoon. It was raining lightly and as the raindrops dews splattered gently besides the drain furrow, moistening the soil and collecting into streams around us to flowing into the furrow where our tussle was underway as our figures wrestled that of Fifi. Three against one. The power of memory is able to jolt scenes into stark relief without their sources except the impressions left behind by byways that lead us there time and again for a lifetime.

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The Birth of ShowMax Deluxe

I don’t think anyone can say with confidence that they have seen this coming. Perhaps it was there at the back of our collective minds; I am talking to those of us who care about television. That there is no way, mhum let me correct my self here before I err – that there was no way that DStv would compete with Naspers Showmax. After all the two can easily trace their ancestry to a common ancestor, Naspers. On 13 June 2016 the two platforms came out in public to announce their union

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Intraparadox: an interview with Banele Khoza

Temporary Feelings

23 March 2016

 

[Mmutle Arthur Kgokong: Good morning Banele Khoza]/[Banele Khoza: Hello Mmutle, how are you?]/[Mmutle AK: I am very well thank you, uhm welcome to Intraparadox, ehh I am glad you were able make time and see me ahead of your exhibition at the art museum which has something to do with your feelings, but we get to that point ehh towards the end of our interview. How are you doing man?]/[Banele K: I am good,

{clears throat}

sorry, I am pretty…I am good. I think for me it is such a huge honor for me for this to be happening cause you have mentioned so many times that you will be interviewing someone, interviewing someone and, I think the past years when I heard I was like, ….yoh, I wish I could be in that spot as well, just the same exhibition I think when I saw Vusi’s one last year I was like …woh… I wish I could do this. So for me, I think I am really excited that it has come to my side as well.]/[MAK:  Well I am glad to hear that because everybody has a fair chance to show to the world their artistic contribution and I think for someone who works hard like yourself ehh this is a well deserved opportunity. And ehh maybe we can even say that, as they say, things happen at the right time and at the right moment.  Yah uhm with the formalities out of the way I just want us to go back to the beginning of your life  so that we can sketch your portrait. Uhum where were you born?]

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Film Review: Elinye Ithuba

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Τhere is a moment in Elinye Ithuba wherein Dumisani (Blondie Makhene) and Hlengiwe (Slindile Nodangala)are reminiscing about the past and laments the time that Dumisani missed while he was in jail and music is playing in the background. Jovially he asks her who is the musician playing this good music and Hlengiwe responds that it is Blondie, surprisingly Dumisani exclaims that who would’ve thought that Blondie would still be singing after all these years

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Intraparadox: An interview with Ilandi Barkhuizen

The Quadrille of Torture, Pain, Steel and Paint

14 May 2016

 Pretoria Art Museum

 

I spoke to Ilandi Barkhuizen on the morning of 14 May ahead of a group exhibition that will feature her work at the St. Lorient Fashion and Art Gallery on 15 May 2016 until 4 June 2016.

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Mmutle Arthur Kgokong. Good morning Ilanda Barkhizen, I hope I am pronouncing your name correctly there

Ilandi Barkhuizen. Oh its fine I heard worse (Laughs)

Mmutle AK.  yes, so my pronunciation is on spot?

Ilandi barkhuizen. Yes!

MAK. Thank you, welcome to Intraparadox a platform for interviewing artists of all calibers it really does not matter whether the artist sees themselves as a fully practicing artist or whether as a beginner. The idea of the platform is to try and reveal the person, the artist, the person behind the work and …at the moment I hope you are excited with the exhibition

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The Quadrille of Torture, Pain, Steel and Paint

Ilandi Barkhuizen

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The preoccupation with the surface area in art making is an integral part of art practice as much as the development of new media is. It is an area that we often don’t give attention to when we look at works of art, yet it is there. It is a pedestal unto which ideas are communicated to us. The ancient artists, the San Hunter Gatherers, understood this; for instance they would use the bulge of the inside of the cave’s surface to express the bump of an antelope in an attempt to mimic form

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