Tuesday, December 31, 2013

ROOMS: from fordsburg to joubert park

ROOMS:
                from fordsburg to joubert park
© Farouk Asvat



Kacholie Mansions, Fordsburg (1983-1985)

The blue room invokes quietude and strength.
Azaleas wither among the barbed comments
Thorns eat into my crucified flesh

In the cruelest war of our times
Violent poems invade my sleep
Ghosts dance around the bed
Ululating with delight
Around the flaming pyres
Of my living nightmares
Preparing to die again
For another song of freedom

Words remain censured
Piled away like blankets for the summer

            Painfully I unfold
            Scab upon crusty scab
            From my bleeding heart

            Winter's beauty and assault
            Is with me again

                        A wounded dove
                        Rising from a dusty roof
                        Ready to fly again



Century Plaza, Joubert Park (1985-1987)

Picadors and Penguins flutter
With the lives within their lives
Resting upon white melamine shelves
Where my lover smiles sadly at me;
Fikile's brain oozes
Through a fractured skull
Confined to a cell
In the frame of his painting,
A broken brick wall
His only hope of escape;
Peace-in-the-home flourishes
In broken sunbeams
In dancing chiaroscuros
Of coloured shadows;
I listen to rock 'n' roll in stereo
Waiting for the knock on the door,
Always waiting for the knock on the door:
            For the mournful smile of my girlfriend
            For the deadly embrace of the security police
            For the neat package from a comrade
            Exploding in my face




© farouk asvat


Kacholie Mansions, Fordsburg (1983-1985):
            composed: 16.05.1985 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

Century Plaza, Joubert Park (1985-1987):
            composed: 05.10.1985 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]




[] Acknowledgements:

Rooms: from fordsburg to joubert park was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p70, 2006).


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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

THE WHORE DANCES

THE WHORE DANCES
© Farouk Asvat


In the cold misty night
The whore dances
To the brazier flames
Of her alcoholic mind
            While I wrestle
            With my dreams:
            A reality of nightmares




© farouk asvat


composed: 25.08.1981 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]




[] Acknowledgements:

The Whore Dances was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p69, 2006).




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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

HOMEBREW SERVICE

HOMEBREW SERVICE
© Farouk Asvat


The homebrew service
Is brisk and frisky:
Workers hurrying to the station
On the cold misty evening
Stop to chat awhile
Throw furtive glances
Upon the moonlit
                        streetlit
                                    shadows
          dancing upon the tarred avenue
The corners of their minds
Looking out for the men in blue
As they exchange hard-earned cash
For a homebrewed carton of respite
Gulping a quick drink
Before they hurry on
To their bleak townships
On the other side of the city.

Then it is quiet.

Later,
After the bioscope crowds
Have left in their cosy little groups,
The rotund homebrew mamma
Welcomes her next round of customers
To lighten her ten-litre drums of concoction:
The watchman in his stinking overcoat
Wielding his knobkierie and tribal scars
Reminiscing in a desultory manner
Upon the lost glory of a distant past
About his wife and children so far away
In the valley of a thousand hills.

Later, much later,
The queens of the night
Emerge from their furtive hovels
To share their familiar camaraderie
With the lost souls of the city
To drink another carton of forgetfulness
Together in their loneliness




© farouk asvat


composed: 1976 [Central Rd, Fordsburg, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]




[] Acknowledgements:

Homebrew Service was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p67, 2006).




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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

FORDSBURG: from a corner

FORDSBURG:
                            from a corner 
© Farouk Asvat


We, the Guys at Jupiters,
On the corner of Mint and Bree,
Dream about dating saucy film stars
Driving posh cars
And playing soccer like magic;
 - But the Groucho Marx son of a businessman
   Fully dressed in paintbrush moustache and rimmed glasses
   "Believe you me"
   Comes to expound on the virtues of Islamic socialism -
While we go on chowing
The famous fish an' chips
- hot and halaal, with masala,
  from the famous Solly's Corner -
Unable to limit ourselves to a Gandhi diet
- You should know that

Here we know the Sheriff and his Junior sidekick
Who know all the cops by name,
So some try smoking a joint behind the classrooms
Even though they wouldn't be found dead
With a cigarette in their cupped hands
By their orthodox fathers coming from the shops

Chiqo, Gaff, Faqir and Bra Frooks are the regulars
Playing "There’s one of two possibilities” -
Expounding on the fate of a piece of paper
Sending it on a fantastic journey
From scribbled schoolbook to discarded cigarette butt
From classy serviette to embossed toilet paper in heaven
After the movies at the Lyric Bioscope on Friday Night
There's always toasted steak-and-cheese from Kentucky
Before we go dancing the night away at the Matador

On Saturday Night we wear Arnold Palmer cardigans,
Arrow shirts, and spit-shining Jarmans
- For we wouldn't be seen dead in a Gandhi suit -
To go slow-dancing at the Chezgay
With Fataar and The Flames
Perennially singing "For Your Precious Love"
Before we take the girls from Bosmont home
After the inevitable smooching at the Zoo Lake

On Sunday Mornings
We’re all dressed up in Levis jeans, BVDs and Tigers,
For the match at the famous Fietas Grounds
With drunken Scoba and her motley crew
Enthusiastically cheering along with the excited crowd
            Up the Callies!
            Up the Dynamos!
For in soccer we never play a Bhamjee shot
Always making the perfect pass




© farouk asvat


composed: 1990 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]




[] Acknowledgements:

Fordsburg: from a corner was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p60, 2006).




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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

THE (SILENT) NOISE OF SUMMER

THE (SILENT) NOISE OF SUMMER 
© Farouk Asvat


Summer has a different sound now
               Of crickets that aren't there
               Of breezes that do not blow.

       Just the memory of water
                                                     dripping




© farouk asvat


composed: 27.08.1990 [Alexandra, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]
 
            for Lionel Abrahams in Alexandra Township




[] Acknowledgements:

The (Silent) Noise Of Summer was previously published in:
 
                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p36, 2006).




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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

EVERYTHING I TOUCH

EVERYTHING I TOUCH 
© Farouk Asvat


Everything I touch
Bruises me

Everything that caresses me
Taints me
With the scent of death:

            So much blood
            Is wasted in youth
            That cannot be gathered
            Into the hands of wisdom




© farouk asvat


composed: 04.09.1986 [Alexandra, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

            for Lionel Abrahams in Alexandra Township




[] Acknowledgements:

Everything I Touch was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p35, 2006).




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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

THE BURGUNDY ROSE

THE BURGUNDY ROSE 
© Farouk Asvat


The burgundy rose of my love burns
Into a festering wound
The bloodied roses of my revolution
Decay into dark bouquets of death:

            Weeds never wither
            They linger
            Like wreaths of despair
            Broken bones in winter




© farouk asvat


composed: 16.06.1986 [Alexandra, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

                        (10th commemoration of 16 June 1976).

            for Lionel Abrahams in Alexandra Township




[] Acknowledgements:

The Burgundy Rose was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p34, 2006).




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