Hindsight: Language is our present frontier

HISTORY»During a mellow debate which took global center stage on the minds of fans of double O’ seven which toyed with the question as to who should portray Mr. James Bond when Daniel Craig steps away from the role of the British spy a lot of commentators both abroad and home exclaimed that it was about time the franchise transformed. A univocal sentiment was bellowed: it was about time someone in the caliber of Will Smith or Idris Alba took the role in a bid to show that the franchise had entered the 21st century; that it, the franchise, was mindful of our global community (with Smith in mind this will be rather on the extreme, but why not? After all writers are versatile in spinning myths in any direction they so desire). I don’t know what flared up this explosive thinking that gripped at the British psyche as far as its gift to the world is concerned but unlike you I suspect that it was the casting of Naomi Harris as Miss Moneypenny that caused paradigmatic anomaly within the grand narrative of the famous British Spy syntactic construction thus making the latter thinking possible. May I hazard to say it is only a matter of time that the unfathomable happen. Perhaps in our lifetime. It as if someone let the door ajar to invite fantastic ideas inside.  

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On the artist Tshepo DD Maponyane’s development

The aim of this essay is to trace the development of the career of Tshepo DD Maponyane based on an extensive interview that I conducted with him in 2011 shortly after his return from Bali. Already at that time plans were underway to mount an exhibition of his work at the Pretoria Art Museum to afford his home town to his oeuvre in one space. It is my hope that the reader will come to realise the conditions within which this artist has emerged. The critical assessment of the work of the artist is not part of the current essay but will form part of a separate essay entitled ‘Self Introspection – A critical assessment’ therein his visual art output selected for his solo exhibition at the Pretoria Art Museum will be discussed.

INTRODUCTION:

Our neighbourhoods, our townships, our urban areas bustle with talent. Some of this talent will sprout on fertile soil that has readily available resources that will help nurture it to reach its full genius through access to academic training. But some of this talent will fall on barren soil with no potential for survival due to lack of financial nurturing, however because within those unfortunate seeds lurks innate survival drive, the inevitable drop of water or treatment of that barren soil that imbibe the environment with fertility; with potentiality for growth and development can help unlock the talent.

Such a change of prospect privileges the world to have the chance to come into contact with the innate creative force that battle the odds to emerge victorious as it speaks the gospel of art through form, colour, line and volume witnessed in the art object that grapples with the issues of the artists time; personal or worldly. Unlike his contemporaries Tshepo DD Maponyane developed from a barren environment that I have hitherto referred to and claimed his place within the contemporary art scene in South Africa.

The aim of this essay is to trace the development of the career of Tshepo DD Maponyane based on an extensive interview that I conducted with him in 2011 shortly after his return from Bali. Already at that time plans were underway to mount an exhibition of his work at the Pretoria Art Museum to afford his home town to his oeuvre in one space. It is my hope that the reader will come to realise the conditions within which this artist has emerged. The critical assessment of the work of the artist is not part of the current essay but will form part of a separate essay entitled ‘Self Introspection – A critical assessment’ therein his visual art output selected for his solo exhibition at the Pretoria Art Museum will be discussed.  

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Interval

Perhaps there is nothing to say anymore. I lied. Is that so? He asked. If that is the case then it means you must leave the pay tv soap opera affair alone altogether because you are not suited to comment on it. He threw what I considered a nuclear bomb and a bubble of hope for my pen rose and busted into a gazillion euphoric *stars* that spelled the word ‘write’ in bold. And the yearning to write again burned me like a child’s craving for candy. I moved my finger to drop the nuisance.

The other day a not so close acquaintance dropped me a line. He was wondering why I have been so quite on the issue of pay television in this country. There I was clutching at the phone with a sweaty paw as my temper ruffled to a boil. My face cramped and I wondered if I was to be blamed for the stagnancy that followed my last stint at the attempt to make sense of the pay tv conundrum that many of you tv heads out there witnessed. Through greeted teeth I told my tormentor that there was nothing to write about. I did not quite believe myself as soon as I said those words. I let my tormentor rumble on. With a hint of disappointment and triumph he said he actually was looking forward to a follow-up to the last article that I have written especially how the scene changed dramatically when Dynamic TV entered the theatre of events at the climax of the plot only to be beaten by the Chinese bidder StarTimes which won the On Digital Media business rescue deal for TopTV.

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They’ll be strong

They’ll be strong

They’ll survive my intimidation, my reign, my silent threat. This expression compels me to imagine a silent kata jap wherein one’s opponent is silenced before they even take to the battle ground because one has anticipated their move a whiff away.

(Ba tla ba strongo) (Ba zoba strongoh).

I must get slide off my high horse and confess that I have put away any attempt to be a purist, besides the present expression its such a regular right now that it is carelessly thrown around in different languages during conversation from Atteridgeville to Mamelodi, Sunnyside to Mabopane: Pretoria to Jozi line. It so beautifully while hovering on defensive snobbish-ism. It’s such a potent expression when one say with a sigh

…they will be strong

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Proposal to SABC For SABC Tooke Af Channel and other related matters

I wish to the spirits of tell a lie vision that very soon you will start to roll out the set tops boxes promised to us prior to the adventures of Bafana Bafana in the world cup and its prequels and deliver us to the promised land of clarity even if it’s not pristine. But let’s move on and focus on the positive. This positivity relies very much on the roll out of the set top box. (hey there is a new rumour doing jitterbug that it’s as sure as a sunshine that the set top boxes will be rolled out – isn’t that wonderful?)But you can trial test one of the ideas I am about to dish out to you so long since you are famous on taking time to deliver. Why not develop a sports channel while you buy time to deliver your so called mandate of being a public broadcaster? Here are my smaller-nyana ideas for you to tuff around

Dear SABC

I am writing this article somewhere in a hide away plek so that my Jotmaster is not able to locate me with the radar of his hover craft, Theta. He had since thrown a challenge at me to come up with writing that could tackle the word ‘allude’. It’s a long boring story the details of which will bore your teeth to the grind gum with agony. Besides the mere allusion to that episode of my life is merely presently serving as an opener as I humble myself before your magnificent throne.

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Neo Resistance Art and its Fallacy

Let us acknowledge that once the artwork goes public and holds its attention the artist is grabbling with external stimuli however the mode within which the artist is grappling with the issues concern shifts and heightens from personal to public. When the ground on which he operates shifts and heightens unfortunately for him He is no longer a private person entitled to their personal views, he speaks to the people for the people. The artist is no longer on a personal journey but he has harnessed the interests of the people. Positively he will be seen as endorsing the interests of those whose values he upholds and negatively he has taken a confrontational stance towards those who are opposed to the ideals reflected in his work. By hook or crook he now represents the ideals of a particular group of the society within which his practicing exists. He is positioned.

/a mistaken reasoning which makes an argument invalid/

/the ability not to be affected by something/

*(first draft)

I was going to title the present article artwork. That title would not have encapsulated the issues that I would like to tackle presently. In a country that is divided economically as well as operating along racial lines when one looks at the so call liberal arts, even before we consider such art liberal, we must go to the beginning of the conception of an artwork which is in itself a problematic journey. Yet its locale is quite clear, the conception of an artwork takes place within the exercising of freedom to respond to stimuli either internally or externally to the artist.

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(Neck) around the (corner)

Look don’t get me wrong here I am not an oorskit-leftover kind of a guy who craves handouts. I want to knead my own dough like any china out there. There are talented people in our country who are looking for a helping hand if not two to get them started in realising their dreams. If you happen to cruise through our townships you are bound to find a few small businesses which services our communities but most of the time these initiatives, due to lack of support in terms of financial backing or proper training on how to run a business successfully drown out of sight. Usually you will find that that mama who sells fatkoeks and tea at the corner on your way to work or the vegetable vendor outside of your flat together with a telephone kiosk has somebody under their employment or are part of small enterprise that works for the mutual benefit of everyone involved. If that little stint of business experiences financial crises two perhaps even three people will be without a source of income.

/the part of the body connecting head to the rest of the body/

/a place or angle where two or more sides or edges meet/

Copy of 2dA devoted reader of mine commented on my Freedom article that 1she was in absolute disagreement with me for implying that the elite in this country needs to distribute their wealth to the struggling masses left to fend for themselves in the margins of our mythical Rainbow Nation. For him, did I say him? (so much for self censoring) They preferred that the land be returned to its rightful owners so that the ‘Bantu could plant miellies and organic veggies, shear Sheep, sheppard Goats and breed cows for meat and milk in peace. This he asserts will be a way to assert the destiny of the disenfranchised in South Africa.

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