25 September 2012

THE GATHERING OF THE STORM

THE GATHERING OF THE STORM  
© Farouk Asvat


The Tilling Of The Earth

Our sons
Found strength
In their fists.

But there was no sanctuary
As they hunted us
Like Khoi and San
Took buckshot bodies
Wrapped in refuse bags
Sliced into simba trucks
Frozen in i and j abattoirs
Dripping in blood

Till our ashen streets
Congealed maroon blood
And our mothers
Knew no more tears.


The Call Of The Wind

The night is quiet.
There are no rape screams
And the poets are asleep
Having fed on each others' souls
The wine caskets empty
The words run dry

Outside, in the leaves
Is the call of the wind
Stirring
From the eerie depths of the earth.


The Gathering Of The Fire

Love kept us at home,
Looking for angry young men.

But now,
Quiet, tired, afraid,
We fumble in the dark
For the gathering of the fire
Before the dawn comes
Cold, the colour of blood


© farouk asvat

composed: 1976 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

[] Acknowledgements:

The Gathering Of The Storm was previously published in:

     The Time Of Our Lives (black thoughts publications, p92, 1982);
     Exiles Within (Writers' Forum, Cape Town, p5, 1985);
     The Indicator (Caxton, p26, 27-31.05.1986);
     A Celebration of Flames (Heller Fund, UC Berkeley, California, p19, 1988);
     The Time Of Our Lives (piquant publications, p86, 2007);
     www.faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (25.09.2012);
     The Time Of Our Lives (kindle, 2014);
     The Time Of Our Lives (amazon paperback, p86, 2014).
______________________________________________________________
[§] 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)
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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18 September 2012

TO THE QUINTESSENCE OF CLAY

TO THE QUINTESSENCE OF CLAY  
© Farouk Asvat  

I cannot show you
The spectral gardens
That were not meant for you
The signs that barred us from the world
I cannot show you the buckshot
That would have shattered your chest

But can you see
The rusted chains
That lie in my heart
Like an anchor

That makes me want you
To stay free
Sailing as an atom and a light
Upon the winds of the universe

But still
I know
You will come
To partake in this laughter


© farouk asvat

[] composed: 09.06.1985 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid].

[] Acknowledgements:

To The Quintessence Of Clay was previously published in:

     Sesame 15 (Renoster Books, Johannesburg, p23, Autumn 1992);
     A Writer In Stone: sa writers celebrate lionel abraham's 70th birthday
          ed G Friedman & R Blumenthal (David Philip, Cape Town, p183, 1998);
     A Celebration Of Flames (piquant publications, p37, 2007);
     www.faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (18.09.2012);
     A Celebration Of Flames (kindle, 2014);
     A Celebration Of Flames (paperback, p39, 2014)

     Man We did create from a quintessence (of clay)
          • Qur'an 23:12 (the A. Yusuf Ali translation, Lahore, 1934).
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[§] 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)
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
______________________________________________________________
© farouk asvat.  All rights reserved.

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Permission to publish or reproduce the writings in any format can be obtained from the author.
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farouk asvat can be contacted at: farouk.asvat@gmail.com

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11 September 2012

THEY SAY STEVE BIKO IS DEAD

THEY SAY STEVE BIKO IS DEAD  
© Farouk Asvat  

     "And do not say of those who are killed in the way of Allah,
      they are dead.  But they live.  But you do not perceive."
          • Quran 2:154  

They say Steve Biko is dead.

     But there were nine silences on the Island
     Seven million grudges in the land
     There were 25 million deaths
          in the heart of the country
     There was the dignified silence of his wife
     The silenced silences of his friends
     The unspeakable silence of his mother

     When his nation broke down in grief
    
          When his skull cracked in defiance
          When he fought against his jailers
          In the loving arms of the captain's city

They say Steve Biko is dead.

     But the ghost of your pleasant face
     Still hovers over the hills of the highveld
     Where the full red moon of Mao ZeDong
     Once hovered over the hills of the highveld

          Even after you took your last journey
          To your first death
          In the back of a police van
          Through a thousand kilometres
          Of brutalised countryside
          Even after you took your first journey
          To your last death
          In the back of an oxwagon
          Through the colonised streets
          Of the apprehensive white town.

They say Steve Biko is dead.

     But still he lives amongst our decisions
          Even if old enemies try to claim him
          in the supreme court of injustice
          Even if old friends try to claim him
          in Tutu's roving circus

They say Steve Biko is dead.

     But still he gives voice to the voiceless

          Even if reformists with expensive houses
          And opportunists with red mercedeses
          And tribalists with little pieces of land
          And black journalists with white voices
          Try to claim him

They say Steve Biko is dead.

     But still he denies them
     These charlatans
     Disguised as revolutionaries
     Still he defies them
     These uncle toms
     Camouflaged in exclusive suits.

They say Steve Biko is dead.

          But Peter Gabriel gives voice to him
          on the international stage
          Miami Vice gives voice to him
          on state television
          Riaan Malan gives voice to him
          in My Traitor's Heart
          A court case gives voice to him
          in the heart of the country
          A video gives voice to him
          in the homes of the oppressed
          Cry Freedom gives voice to him
          in the cinemas of the world
          And an opera gives voice to him
          in the theatres of England.

They say Steve Biko is dead.

But still I give voice to him
Even though my first Biko poem
Was disappeared
Buried in his earth at Zinyoka
But still I give voice to him
Resurrecting his living spirit
Nourishing the earth
That lives where he lives.

And still
They say Steve Biko is dead.


© farouk asvat

[] composed: 12.09.1977 - upon the assassination of Steve Biko in prison:

     12.09.1977 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid];
      (12.09.1987 [Netherlands; South Africa under apartheid]);
     (12.09.1987 [Berkeley; South Africa under apartheid]);
     (12.09.1995 [Kimberley, South Africa under apartheid]).

[] Acknowledgements:
They Say Steve Biko Is Dead was previously published in:
     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p118-121, 2006).
          on the 35th commemoration of the assassination of Steve Biko in prison.
     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (kindle, 2014);
     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (amazon paperback, p115-118, 2014).

The original poem was confiscated by the Security Police at the Zanempilo Community Clinic in Zinyoka,
on 19 October 1977, during the nationwide raids on Black Consciousness organizations,
the banning of its organisations, the closure of its clinics and publications, and the imprisonment of its members. 

     have you read? : I Write What I Like by Steve Biko
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[§] 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)

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No part of this publication may be reproduced by any means whatsoever, or transmitted in any form or any means whatsoever, mechanical or electronic, including recording, printing, photocopying, or via any computerised means or media, including the internet.  This publication shall also not be stored in a retrieval system.  And the writing shall not be sold, lent, hired, resold or circulated in any form or binding or cover other than that in which it is published,
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Permission to publish or reproduce the writings in any format can be obtained from the author.
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farouk asvat can be contacted at: farouk.asvat@gmail.com
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04 September 2012

FRUITS

FRUITS 
© Farouk Asvat 

There are dripping litchis in your kisses
Cold grapes exploding in the mouth
Oh the dripping watermelon of your pubis
The pomegranate rubies of your lips
The pears of breasts
The orchards of pleasure
The vineyards of forgetfulness
Oh how I yearn
For the cemeteries of parting


© farouk asvat

composed: 1985 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

[] Acknowledgements:

Fruits was previously published in:

     A Celebration Of Flames (donker, p49, 1987);
     A Celebration of Flames (Heller Fund, UC Berkeley, California, USA, p41, 1988);
     Vruchten: Dutch translation by Irene Scheltes (1989);
     A Celebration Of Flames (piquant publications, p60, 2007);
     www.faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (04.09.2012);
     A Celebration Of Flames (kindle, 2014);
     A Celebration Of Flames (amazon paperback, p59, 2014).

* The pomegranate rubies of your lips: added 17.04.2012
______________________________________________________________
[§] 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)
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
______________________________________________________________
© farouk asvat.  All rights reserved.

Farouk Asvat asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
No part of this publication may be reproduced by any means whatsoever, or transmitted in any form or any means whatsoever, mechanical or electronic, including recording, printing, photocopying, or via any computerised means or media, including the internet.  This publication shall also not be stored in a retrieval system.  And the writing shall not be sold, lent, hired, resold or circulated in any form or binding or cover other than that in which it is published,
without the prior permission of the author in writing.
Permission to publish or reproduce the writings in any format can be obtained from the author.
Reproduction of this work without permission, except for scholarly & nonprofit purposes,
is liable to a payment of 10, 000 ren men bi or US$ 1,500.

farouk asvat can be contacted at: farouk.asvat@gmail.com

[] please check out my blogs @:





books by farouk asvat: www.faroukasvat-books.blogspot.com

[] also link up on:






amazon kindle author @ www.amazon.com/author/faroukasvat

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VRUCHTEN 

     Dutch translation by © Irene Scheltes 

In jouw kussen druppen lychees
Koude druiven barsten open in de mond
O, de guavagelei van de pubers
De peren van borsten
De hoven van plezier
De wijngaarden van vergetelheid
O, wat smacht ik
Naar de kerkhoven van scheiding

     Dutch translation by kind permission of © Irene Scheltes 

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