17 April 2012

EVERY FORM OF REFUGE ...

"Every form of refuge has its price"  
© Farouk Asvat  

          poems for π. 

1. Whiteflower  
2. An Act Of Immortality  
3. The Barrier  
4 She Loved Me  
5. After All These Years 

___________________________________________________________________________    WHITEFLOWER  
               shaded pink
               brown freckled

Our love blossomed
One night
Among these dark festering alleys
                         so foreign to you

Our love wilted
When morning came
So frightfully fresh
               so foreign to me

Sad
     and somewhat piqued
     you left

     i stayed
     with my radical rhetoric
     somewhat humbled

O my beloved
Phantom of the dark
By daylight we have to dream

© farouk asvat

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AN ACT OF IMMORTALITY  
     'Love is touching souls'

Our hearts understood so well
What minds never can
What uniforms would never allow

     Though I had to leap chasms
     For you to reach me

          No! it is not I
          With blazing soul
          Loathing the smug and satanic
          Among these rotting ramparts
          Who has lost his humanity

               Though you still sit accusingly
               Smugly sipping
               The river that flows in my brother
               Blowing thoughtful smokerings
               To encircle my mind
               With cosy notions of humanity.

Because we have cried so much
We know how to laugh
Know how to love
Even when we hate

     So tonight I shall love you
     On your side of town
     Slip out of your wet passion
     Slip through my arid land
     To the waiting border
     Or seek refuge in some zinc palace
     And choose my moment
     To greet their trains with thunder

     So we talk of strategy
     Between the kisses
     We ask why
     Hate comes so easy
     Why we overturn this earth
     To harvest dry sheaves of sanity

          So do not kill me now
          With your kind of love

          For someday soon
          We shall stand face to face
          Your kin and my kind
          With hate in our holsters
          Theirs greased by greed
          Ours by love
          Born of hatred
          For the blue-eyed sons of the gods
          The masters of evil

© farouk asvat

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THE BARRIER  

And now, each distant time we meet
We break bread in some quiet corner
Reliving the quieter moments of our lives.

     But the years have stilled the passion;
     The magic bond is broken.
     And you mark your distance
     Keeping your lively green eyes shuttered
     Refusing entry to the brooding soul.

          And thus distanced
          The schism widens

                    So much, I have wanted the essence:
                    To feel the fragrance of freshness
                    To dance to your lively eyes
                    To drink the troubled soul
                    Kiss the compassionate smile.
                    So much I have wanted.

               But too much have I fed on misery
               To live in whitewashed fairyland;
               Too much been part of the suffering
               For you to stand the strain of my existence
               For you to come to me
               To be my fantasy
               Be my only reality.

                    So far apart in so many ways
                    So much closer than closer friends
                    The evening air whispers
                    Almost with a sigh

               Outside, the wind stirs
               Black clouds gather with vengeance;
               The first drops have fallen;
               And in the stillness
               The night is restless

© farouk asvat

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SHE LOVED ME

She loved me
And now I've lost her
I love her
And now she's gone

© farouk asvat

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AFTER ALL THESE YEARS  

     a letter to a friend
      wherever she may be

Anger swells
Like an explosion
In the chest

But it is too late
To change lives now

Love is a strange feeling
I left behind
In the disturbances of youth;
The tiger will not let me off
And the hyena cannot stop laughing
As the hippo rides the streets

Besides, we are too learned now
To go back to the source

After all these years
The emerald dazzle has softened
Your eyes have black sediments
And I have aged in my youth

Oh how the years wasted our lives
How our tongues could not speak
The language of our hearts
How we barricaded
Behind the myths of our upbringings

© farouk asvat

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[] poems composed: 1976 to 1991 [johannesburg, south africa under #apartheid].  ___________________________________________________________________________     
[§] Books by Farouk Asvat:

● Sadness In The House Of Love (novel)
● The Gathering Of The Storm (novel)
● I Dream In Long Sentences (poetry)
● The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (poetry)
● A Celebration Of Flames (poetry)
● The Time Of Our Lives (poetry)
● This Masquerade (short stories)
● Bra Frooks … (poetry)*
● The Paanies Are Coming (short stories)*
● In The House Of Love (novel)*
● Weapons Of Words (comparative literature & literary criticism)

¨ all my books are now available on amazon: in paperback & kindle
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§ THE TIME OF OUR LIVES by FAROUK ASVAT § 

"The Time of Our Lives reveals a writer who enjoys words:
- he has a sense of rhythm close to TS Eliot and an eye for the modern image."
● Brian Rose, Rand Daily Mail

"It bears testimony to the resilience and courage of the oppressed in South Africa ...
 His poetry is devastatingly forthright and hard-hitting."
Tyrone August, The Star

"Asvat's imagery is stark - his poems taut encapsulations of the injustices wreaked on Black people."
Asha Rambally, The Graphic

"Asvat's poem (‘Possibilities for a Man Hunted by SBs’) is a clear and simple statement of the true state of affairs - reducible to mathematical terms."
Mbulelo Mzamane, Perspectives On South African English Literature

"Asvat's poems - with many depths, clever twists and juxtapositions, are exciting, true, and thought-provoking."
Wendy Vogt & Alan James, Upstream

"an almost palpable tenderness for a country whom the poet alludes to as if she were a lover."
Neela Alvarez-Pereyre, Commonwealth Essays & Studies

''Beautiful words … poignant … heartbreaking …''
re: ''Cries and Whispers''
Jill Townsend, Council Of Grandmothers, Ojai, California, USA

''The Time Of Our Lives'' is the historically important anthology whose poems played such a pivotal role in the struggle against the height of oppression in South Africa.  It accurately portrays what it was like to live and fight, love and die under the discrimination and tyranny of #apartheid.

● ''A Celebration of Flames '' - WINNER OF THE VITA AWARD  

● ''The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs
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[] acknowledgements:
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"Every form of refuge has its price":
     song: Lying Eyes
     performers: Eagles
     composers: Don Henley/Glen Frey
     publisher: Warner Bros Music
     album: One Of These Nights (asylum)

"Love is touching souls":
     song: A Case Of You
     performer: Joni Mitchell
     composer: Joni Mitchell
     publisher: Joni Mitchell Music
     album: Blue (reprise)
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1. Whiteflower was previously published in:
The Time Of Our Lives (black thoughts publications, p48, 1982);
Wietie 1 (sable, johannesburg, p8, 1980);
Botsotso 12 (botsotso, johannesburg, p59, 2002);
The Time Of Our Lives (piquant publications, p69, 2007);
https://faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (17.04.2012 & 09.09.2014);
(17.04.2012);
The Time Of Our Lives (kindle, 2014);
The Time Of Our Lives (amazon paperback, p69, 2014).
[] composed: 1976, johannesburg, south africa under #apartheid.
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2. An Act Of Immortality was previously published in:
The Time Of Our Lives (black thoughts publications, p49, 1982);
Wietie 1 (sable, johannesburg, p8, 1980);
The Time Of Our Lives (piquant publications, p70, 2007);
https://faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (17.04.2012 & 16.09.2014);
(17.04.2012);
The Time Of Our Lives (kindle, 2014);
The Time Of Our Lives (amazon paperback, p70, 2014).
[] composed: 1976, johannesburg, south africa under #apartheid.

     The Immorality Act prohibited any close relationship, cohabitation 
and 'miscegenation' between a white and a black person. 
It was introduced by the British colonialists in the early 20th century, 
and was reinforced by the South African #apartheid regime. 
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3. The Barrier was previously published in:
The Time Of Our Lives (black thoughts publications, p51, 1982);
Wietie 1 (Sable, Johannesburg, p8, 1980);
Exiles Within (Writers' Forum, Cape Town, p2, 1985);
A Celebration of Flames (heller fund, uc berkeley, usa, p13, 1988);
The Time Of Our Lives (piquant publications, p72, 2007);
https://faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (17.04.2012 & 23.09.2014);
(17.04.2012);
The Time Of Our Lives (kindle, 2014);
The Time Of Our Lives (amazon paperback, p70, 2014).
[] composed: 1976, johannesburg, south africa under #apartheid.
___________________________________________________________________________    
4. She Loved Me was previously published in:
The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p25, 2006);
https://faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (06.03.2012 & 17.04.2012 & 17.09.2013);
(17.04.2012);
The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (kindle, 2014);
The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (amazon paperback, p10, 2014).
[] composed: 21.08.1991, johannesburg, south africa under #apartheid.
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5. After All These Years was previously published in:
A Celebration Of Flames (donker, p35, 1987);
English Academy Review 3 (university of the witwatersrand, p6, 1985);
Dokumente Texte und Tendenzen VIII (evangelische akademie, germany, 165, 1987);
A Celebration of Flames (heller fund, uc berkeley, california, usa, p29, 1988);
Culture In Another South Africa, ed W Camschreur, J Divendal (olive branch press, new york, p198, 1989);
Na Al Deze Jaren: Dutch translation by Irene Scheltes (1989);
Μετα Απο Ολα Αυτα Τα Χρονια: Greek translation by Paulos Ioannou (2022); 
A Celebration Of Flames (piquant publications, p47, 2007);
https://faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (17.04.2012 & (30.09.2014);
(17.04.2012);
A Celebration of Flames (kindle, 2014);
A Celebration of Flames (amazon paperback, p47, 2014).
[] composed: 1985, Johannesburg, South Africa under #apartheid
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© farouk asvat.  All rights reserved. 
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