Die Antwoord’s new video, “Fok Julle Naaiers”, is just below if you’re up for it. I’m always cautious when it comes to them, I have feelings but I don’t trust them. Musically they remain that hot second cousin, nice to look at but I’m careful who I tell.
Sometimes an interview can be harrowing, read blind date meets cold sales call. That’s why they normally happen in a coffee shop; access to alcohol, cake, cigarettes and caffeine. All the legal buzzes under one roof for one purpose; conversation.
There’s something shitty going on in the block between Barrack and Darling Street. An unloved, bric a brac rustic edge with none of the charm those characteristics are capable of. In the middle of this tumultuous void is a little coffee shop called the Field Office. A square room, brimming with Indy freelancers. I walked in, heading towards the back door hoping for a smoking section- no luck, fuck. Ordering coffee and finding a window seat I pretended to ignore everyone around me.
I’ve just read through some Peter Ssweranga’s blog and there’s an idea I’d like to consider, “mainstream media”. A word he too put in inverted commas because I think the term has become vague. The South African context is the only one I have real access to, so if I look at the media I consume and the parameters of the content there’s a really difficult classification process if it’s looked through the binary sorting system of mainstream and alternative. Add to that an obscure amount of cut and paste media.
The philosophy of a new social order based o liberty unrestricted by man-made law; the theory that all forms of government rest on violence, and are therefore wrong and harmful, as well as unnecessary.- Emma Goldman
The first thing that needs consideration, according to Red Emma, is Anarchy’s definition, we live in an age that prides itself on ignorance, Che Guevara’s face stencilled all over- things are understood for their hip potential and then we move on in our ever shallow association with significance. So apart from the age old habit of ‘defining your terms’ before embarking on a treatise, we also get a shot at avoiding superfluity. Look at us go.
I first met Rustum August, Cape Town comedian and gig level hustler of all things comedic, five years ago. Back then he was an unassuming assemblage sporting a behavioural range between socially awkward and downright strange, on and off stage he reminded me of a South African Jim Morrison halfway through a batch of heavily spiked hallucinogens, he still does in fact.
There are many interesting ideas floating around; scratch beneath the surface of any human related endeavour and you are bound to find a collection of consecutive ideas flirting with each other. It seems to be what we do, attach meaning to our behaviour- we seem somewhat obsessed with it. Rightly so, life would be exceedingly kak without this obsession, without this melange of thought that gird action.
Sure there’s a school of thoughtlessness that inspires me greatly, the instinctually in tune Neanderthal type, these appetite driven maniacs have much to admire about them. That hazy overlap between the noble savage and the charming nihilist is found nearly everywhere, think Tony Stark meets Ninja.
Here begins the Goldman Pamphlets, a series of notes that pivot on the ideas of Emma Goldman, I’ve just put down her anthology entitled Anarchism and Other Essays and felt her earnestness and severity worthy of some attention. This series will also afford me the opportunity to internalize some her ideas. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I have writing them.
“All who are not versed in some professional weapon- including tongue and pen as weapons- are servile.” Friedrich Nietzsche.
Henry Rollins is coming to Cape Town, the 18th of May, to the Baxter theatre. It’s been three years since I first laid conciousness on the man’s material. Describing him without igniting some knee jerk countering sentiment seems important, because I think his work is important, his potency (read radical bordering on rabid) causes the kind of ripples that make us think about the right things, his agenda chimes with all things progressive.
I find quite a satisfaction when exploring and understanding differences and luckily so, since we’re knee deep in diversity and neither the planet nor consumerism are showing signs of letting up.
You could probably add being a native white oke from Africa to that luckily so list.
My favourite differences are the obvious ones, I don’t give a shit about a frog’s extra toe or what sand from Patagonia looks like under a microscope. The everyday stuff, when turned slightly on its side, gives me far more joy than discovering the truly new.
Every now and then I’ll encounter a pen that knows how. Louis Viljoen has one of those, it’s a wonderful bit of interplay; listen/read, think/respond and then smile/write. It still amazes me that little arranged blobs of ink on a piece of paper can effect me so profoundly.
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