NIGHT HOWLING…wind around these ancient stones, fear of the chimney tumbling down from the welsh tiles through the ceiling, door banging…strange dreams…
loving leroux, the silbersteins and mugu…real quality writing, every line alive…and loving discovering new words, and new ways of putting things and ways of seeing and thinking that the language affords, brilliant, so playful. it’s a new adventure this, the discovery of Afrikaans and the people in the language…in terms of my career as a writer maybe not entirely responsible to begin with something new at my time of life, but i guess all has always been new, haven’t ever yet found the thing to stake my claim to, i mean the form with which i’m competently comfortable and confident etc…still searching for the mass approval that will hallmark my output, i mean stigmatize it, or stamp it or recognise what it is that i’ve been meant to be doing all these years etc…by now...
loving leroux, the silbersteins and mugu…real quality writing, every line alive…and loving discovering new words, and new ways of putting things and ways of seeing and thinking that the language affords, brilliant, so playful. it’s a new adventure this, the discovery of Afrikaans and the people in the language…in terms of my career as a writer maybe not entirely responsible to begin with something new at my time of life, but i guess all has always been new, haven’t ever yet found the thing to stake my claim to, i mean the form with which i’m competently comfortable and confident etc…still searching for the mass approval that will hallmark my output, i mean stigmatize it, or stamp it or recognise what it is that i’ve been meant to be doing all these years etc…by now...