I’ve been on many (too many) forums where people try to connect spelling and grammatical abilities to intellect – because, of course, if you cannot spell you are ‘lesser’, ‘dumber’ and (don’t you know it?) downright uneducated.
As a writer I have worked with many (too many) people who assume that I must somehow look down on others who struggle with language and writing. They assume I, too, worship at that pretentious altar of grammar naziism.
I don’t. (more…)
I don’t like neighbours. Punt. Klaar. Of nie?
Now-now! Hold your horses – no need to get your grump on. This statement carries no offence and is more of a generalisation about my own character than any one of the people who happen to live in my proximity. I’m sure there’s a chance my neighbours don’t like me either. But both the neighbours and I would be presumptuous in this belief. We would be uttering our discord from a position of ignorance since we can’t say, objectively, that we don’t like each other. After all, we don’t even know each other.
Of course, I am not referring to any neighbour in particular, nor any neighbourhood for that matter. I think my peevedness with neighbours and neighbourhoods are unfortunate side-effects of my rebellious nature. I inherently distrust and loathe any bandwagons or conventional social hierarchies. I test the merits of authority before conceding to it. I dislike compliance with anything that sprouts from an unchecked group psyche… (more…)
Hatred – any kind of hatred – is about fear, first and foremost. I have experienced hatred in myself, I have felt it, acted on it, been it before – and it has always been about fear.
It is a fear of losing control, a fear of change, a fear of loss, a fear of being exposed or having to face your demons. It is a fear of not being able to face reality. (more…)
Death is a tense thing. Quite literally.
Just now you were an ‘are’, but now you are a ‘were’. And it’s even weirder that I’d not known for two whole months that you had died. So I’d tensed’ you wrong for two bloody months. And yes, I did actually think of you the other day, out of the blue – and it was present tense. You were still here, see? Except you weren’t. But I didn’t know that. Death had tricked me.
Death obviously does not need to follow the rules of tenses. It creates the tenses. It’s so intense. (more…)
I absolutely loathe and love days like these. I feel strangely empowered, magical, walking in a different dimension. And the dreams, wuhah! I woke up wet, panting, several times throughout the night… with blurry images of ecstasy and warmth and exposure trailing through my skin. Goosebumps.
Written for my lover… years ago… I’ve since met him