pulp fiksie

ek het my uitgeplukte oog laat bly

waar hy van kyk genoeg kan kry

my regterhand lê by die kos

wat hierdie pelgrim agterlos

ek sal my stuk-stuk so vermink

terwyl die donker helder vir my wink

als loop verkeerd op hierdie vel

van binne en buite in elke sel

my voete wat met kromheid loop

sal ek nog van my lyf af moet stroop

en so my ore lief vir gal

by skinderplekke af laat val

en hierdie tong wat seën en skel

se dae is eendag ook getel

als afgeruk sal sonde stop

behalwe nog vir hierdie kop

o hierdie kop

crazy time

oh indeed

it’s crazy time

dark and deep

the crazy chime

I’m falling

sinking

says the rhyme

lost in winds

of crazy time

oh it’s evil

crazy time

cold and cruel

the crazy cry

I’m gambling

losing

calls the lie

lost in winds

of crazy time

oh it’s lonely

crazy time

sad and sore

the crazy ‘why?’

I’m longing

wanting

sounds the sigh

lost in winds

of crazy time

oh it’s empty

crazy time

dead and dry

the crazy I

I’m ending

dying

reads the line

lost in winds

of crazy time

oh it’s holy

crazy time

sweet and still

the crazy high

I’m resting

loving

says the rhyme

found in winds

of crazy time

Easy to avoid God...

In our own time and place it is extremely easy (to avoid God). Avoid silence, avoid solitude, avoid any train of thought that leads off the beaten track. Concentrate on money, sex, status, and (above all) on your own grievances. Keep the radio on. Live in a crowd. Use plenty of sedation. If you must read books, select them very carefully. But you’d be safer to stick to papers. You’ll find the advertisements helpful; especially those with sexy or a snobbish appeal. C.S. Lewis

dans in die skemer

Margie Fontaine was asked after a dance: “Could you explain it?” She answered: “If I could explain it I would not dance it.” Dans in mistige skemer van verwondering.

kersfees

liggies brand op elke straat

en die mense word vir niemand kwaad

want dis kersfees in ons stad

tienduisend vader krismisse

is nat gesweet in hul sneeumusse

want dis kersfees in ons stad

'n honderd winkels in 'n ry

is almal innig lief vir my

en my geldvriend sal my help betaal

en wie moet ek bedank

as ek vir iemand 'n present kan koop

bier kan drink tot die trane loop

of jou lekker lyf

my liefiewyf

kan druk as ons dans

o, 'n katjie

of 'n hondjie

of 'n ringetjie vir jou

my dingetjie vir jou

selfmoord anoniem

se skof is nou van tien tot tien

want geld kan nooit die liefde koop

en partytjies moet ten einde loop

liggies brand op straat

en die mense word vir niemand kwaad

want dis kersfees in ons stad

spaar my

here

spaar my

spaar my nog 'n kersfees

sonder u

Christianity isn't simple

If Christianity was something we were making up, of course we could make it easier. But it is not. We cannot compete, in simplicity, with people who are inventing religions. How could we? We are dealing with fact. Of course anyone can be simple if he has no facts to bother about. C. S. Lewis

everywhere

i stumble over you everywhere

i cannot escape

your all-over-godness

i run from you

into you

i hide from you

inside you

i fight you

with these fists you made

in every truth

you whisper

and in every lie

i am building my great wall

to keep you out

and then i hear

these very stones

as they shout

hallelujah

i have of late

been overcome

it is my fate

i am prisoner

in the freedom

and the danger

of being

everywhere

with you