August 2013

Showdown

14:10 28 August in Rhyme
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The great roar hatched
from a silent shell
with festered form:
unknown
unwell

The great roar bred
in a secret place
with seething scorn:
a voice
a face

The great roar stood
on flint-faced feet
malicious mind:
destroy
defeat

The great roar clawed
a saddled stay
the mind of man:
his will
his way

Then love came
uninvited
then love came as a force
then love came
and ignited
the roaring raging course
it shivered
in its burning
it smoked and then it died
and love
defeated
darkness
who stole and killed and lied.

Werkswoorde

14:39 20 August in Rym
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“Studio gaan my nou weer skel”
“I hope that job-bag rots in hell!”
“Karla, kan ons vlugte skuif?”
“We need to ride the retail wave”
“Hang gou aan”
“Kyk gou hier”
“Kan ons eerder artwork more stuur?”
“We got the pitch!”
“Die man is mal”
“Iemand het die bal laat val”