i may be a vegan, but i love them joburgers.
Please Don’t Make Me Read Your Blog
I’d do anything if I could have your love— I’d give up strip poker and my apricot facial scrubs To see you smile I’d drink 30-day old egg nog. But, please, don’t make me read your blog. I’m sure your mother said some cutting things to you and that sweater you lent your girlfriend is not going to walk back home to you. But, please, please, please, don’t make me read your blog. To spend some...
Derek Walcott, “A Far Cry from Africa” (1962)
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa. Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. Corpses are scattered through a paradise. Only the worm, colonel of carrion, cries: “Waste no compassion on these separate dead!” Statistics justify and scholars seize The salients of colonial policy. What is that to the white child hacked in bed? To savages,...