Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
He was a "surfer dude" and apparently he "was like such a babe!" Anywhoo, here are some of the poems that he wrote around the same time as when the photograph was taken. he named his collection of poems "Forgotten dreams and other lost memories". I wonder whether my dad and I would have been friends if I was the same age and lived in the same hood during that time.
People walking down the street
Body’s brushing minds they sleep
Flashing lights and screeching wheels
A heavy night it seems unreal
Deep inside can’t feel the pain
They never see the falling rain
Within themselves they understand
A tree that grows must fall by man.
Take me in your hands
Take me and sift me
Keep what is worth keeping
With a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.
I sit and watch them passing by
A heavy night holds back a smile
I wonder if they’ve seen the moon
Listening to a lovers tune
They amble on not looking back
Times spent sure was a gas
Time moves fast the day to end.
Spending nights with unmade friends.
I think I have begun
To like you
A little more
Than I should
I’d rather not love you
Because of promises made
May not be true enough
To give you
All that you require
It’s just another shop
I used to frequent
Same as any other
That sells no happy stories
Or makes one hang onto memories
That grow dimmer
And new hello’s.
The keeper of the shop
He sold my brand of cigarettes
And a fresh pint everyday
All my needs he sold
His smile he gave for free
With all my memories locked up tight
I remember his smile so well.
This is a picture of my pops a few months ago. When he saw this picture he said, "a wrinkle tells a thousand stories"- copywriting gold right there yo!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sat at the Muizenberg Pavillion yesterday for an hour and was so angry that I didn’t have my camera with me. Here are some things I saw:
- The rusta shark watcher from Muizenberg Beach having a full on conversation with his little sausage dog.
- A petrol attendant from the petrol station I usually go to.
- A lady I used to see on the train everyday walking and laughing with her daughter.
- A girl called Ursela Rohlwink- my brothers first girlfriend- single handedly the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She’s all grown up now and still breathtaking.
- Saw a couple in a car with one surfboard- one of them came to support and watch the other one surf- that was nice.
- Every person walking in and out of the Pavillion going to the DA stand to show their support.
- A homeless man with some dogs- while holding two of them on a leash he picked up the smallest one which wagged its tail like crazy and crossed the street with them.
- Another homeless man dressed to the nines in a beat up old suite.
I wish. I had. My camera.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
1: The coldness of permanent markers.
2: tree's. how great are tree's?
3: Sunday afternoon naps with my bro in the lounge.
4: The smell of my dad's tobacco.
5:Going to the marmalade cat in Darling, for tea, scones and Nina Simone with my mum.
6: The bench dedications along the catwalk in the hoek of fish.
7: Watching people greeting their loved ones at the airport.
OK, don't have that many people to do this, cause most people use their blog for their portfolio's and that sort of rubbish, but here goes anyway.
6: this person
7: and you.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
They had never seen a camera before and when they saw pictures of themselves, they were amazed!
They are so content with such a little, yet we who have truck loads more than they could ever coneive are still unhappy and constantly in search of more. step back today.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
O.K. what this is really about is the illustrations in Roald Dahl's books by Quentin Blake.