Tooty- Fruity Tuesday

Its officially Tuesday... well all of 12 minutes past the midnight-hour.


Lovely weekend afterglow is behind us now
to make room for a lovely Monday lunch at Zibaldone (one of 4 year end-meals I will attend/ devour this next 30 days!)
I feel like a pig just WRITING this !!!


Then we went off to Cape Town, The Pasta Factory. 18.30 date
Inge, Johann, Janico, Konrad, Sarika, Gaffie, Riana and briefly Kelly....






good laughs and we caught up on the "shop talk" I think.



Tonight: Paarl.
Yay- l♥ve Paarl.
SalomonsVlei
Yolandé is hosting the annual- Varsity- girlfriends-Christmas dinner.
more eating !!

no worries: Tomorrow is the MET 10km.... aaarrgghhhh

cheers for now, M

fridge art

1970's

I sometimes feel as if I'm trying to figure-out life... and perhaps it doesn't want me to (!)
It's like I'm staring at the fridge of life... and there are words and letters, but they make little sense. . . like some random piece sounds sort of poetic, but others just so bizarre that I twist my head sideways to see if the phrase above/ below it has any semblance to the theme..... mm .. nope... or maybe I'm missing it?

as if some cosmic child came down for some nocturnal-night cap (milk?) and moved his little hand across the magnetic fridge-pieces and scattered the blocks all over the show... and now we can't find the meaning or theme or idea..

that is how I feel sometimes

1980's

1990's


2000's

2010


poetry from the (distant) past

Untitled

Want the pain, want to feel

Want the 2 am – inspiration

Want the freshness of uncertainty and the chill of the daunting

Want the courting

Want the kiss

Don’t want to miss…

A thing.

17-9-2000

Don’t

1.

Don’t want to smile

Don’t care how you are

Who are we fooling?

Nobody farts, no one is drooling…

Everybody wears levi’s

And goes to the gym in Nikes.

The new brand: heels, no spikes.

Sickening conformity.

Look at me.

I’m one of them: cry on que

No passion, no clue

Where did I go wrong… when did

I settle for too much ‘right’.

2.

I drink my two litres a day

Pray and walk the right way

Now a turn in the road

Princess wants a toad

The prince is in the gym and in the

Boardroom… so much for

A loving groom.

Princess needs to feel desired

But the prince is tired

Everything is ritual, boring

Princess wants sex, the prince

Is snoring…

17-9-2000

Untitled

Got so much to give, to delve into

Why don’t I just give,

Why don’t I just do?

Silly social criteria setup

Conformity makes me fed-up

Got love to give and excitement

But I’m in life’s basement…

Feeling old and unneeded

Condensed with compromise

Sick of all the personality-lies

Just want to give, to share

Me, myself, naked, bare.

Now

I want release

I want peace

I want to feel at home here

Want to ride this sphere

Don’t care about Ethiopian-hunger or old age

Want to indulge in now

Want to feel the wow

No big truths, no guru’s.

Just peace

A little release.

15-6-2001

Maria Louw

from, Maria

playing around

to be astonished by life
to be joyful
to be free
to be grateful
to be longing
to be running
to be resting

happy.calm.grace.reading.love.peace.

∞read∞write∞listen∞apply∞grow∞break∞build∞wonder∞create∞love











photos- Switzerland- Sept 2010

Fabulous things

its weekend !

♥ discovering new music
♥ finding the perfect running shorts
♥ being able to clear short-term debt
♥ sharing an evening with friends and their 3 boys
♥ finishing a book
♥ starting a book
♥ finding ice cap (chocolate sauce that hardens on the ice cream) after 8 month-search
♥ confirming that R29 body-cream works just as well as R129 (in summer)
♥ breaking feta cheese between your fingers (soft Danish-style)
♥ realising that I have my mind to myself and can happily stroll along with my own thoughts
♥ not thinking that the mental-freedom will end Sunday-night
♥ sleep when you're tired
♥ have your cake and eat it
♥ Visiting local craft market (Somerset West)
♥ meeting "Mags & Me"

more later!



Hathersage Market

Ratz-a-Matazz- Olivia person of the week

Few things put a smile on your face like 4 and 5 year olds in their year-end costumes on stage.
Last night was such a priviledge.

The children of Valmary Park had their year end concert. The theme was mice.
Look at these pics and feel the innocence, the joy and the first traces of "stage-fright" in some.
These angels will one day lead boardroom-discussions, balance state-budgets and fly jets across the oceans. Unreal!


some took the biker-mice theme quite far and as the soundtrack "revved" the Harley's engine, you could see some fathers in the audience just about leap from their seats with pride & excitement. (and perhaps a bit of midlife-adventure-angst kicking in)

The little girls are of course my favourite; as nowhere is the princess-ballerina -Cinderella nostalgia more evident.





and of course the reason we chased from Cape Town to bee in the Baptist-Church for the show: Olivia. Look at this little angel.



Well done Jann and Doug. Your children are beautiful and make me believe that kids are not such an alien-concept and that they bring joy (along with the initial dirty nappies and insomnia)







More publicity for our little person of the week:

from

This morning is fresh and beautiful!
I am off to some personal development ("soft skills" as the workplace terms it) at the well-known Strong Foundation institute.

I have had exposure to this phenomenal team of people and I can vouch for their integrity, level of commitment and the focused delivery of building strong people and hence enhancing businesses.
To touch on the work-place/ business theme:
look at this cute Harold's Planet you tube clip by Swerling & Lazar.
It brings together a bit of the techno-angst and madness we are experiencing ( twitter, facebook, gmail chat, BB-speak, etc)

Harold holds a dear place in my heart. He is so quirky, honest and astonished by life. Go Harold !












"Having that difficult conversation."

almond blossoms and beyond

Mahmoud Darwish (1942 - 2008)
Palestinian poet



"I thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could humanize, and I think that the illusion is very necessary to push poets to be involved and to believe, but now I think that poetry changes only the poet"


The Butterfly's Burden collects work written since Darwish's return to Palestine in 1996. He settled in Ramallah, where he surprised his huge following in the Arab world by writing a book of love, The Stranger’s Bed (1998), singing of love as a private exile, not about exile as a public love. A State of Siege (2002) was his response to the second Intifada, his testament not only to human suffering but to art under duress, art in transmutation.

Poem from "Almond blossoms and beyond"
As you prepare your breakfast, think of others
(do not forget the pigeon's food)
As you wage your wars, think of others
(do not forget those who seek peace)
As you pay your water bill, think of others
(those who are nursed by clouds)
As you return home, to your home, think of others
(do not forget the people of the camps)
As you sleep and count the stars, think of others
(those who have nowhere to sleep)
As you express yourself in metaphor, think of others
(those who have lost the right to speak)
As you think of others far away, think of yourself
(say: if only I were a candle in the dark)

mahmoud darwish



The 47 short lyrics of Don’t Apologise for What You’ve Done (2003) form a transfiguring incarnation or incantation of the poet after the carnage. The Butterfly’s Burden is a translation of these three recent books. This was awarded the Saif Ghobash-Banipal Prize for Arabic Literary Translation in 2008.
Extract from "Why did you leave the horse alone" (2006)

I see my ghost coming from a distance
I look out like a balcony on what I want
I look out on my friends carrying the evening mail
wine and bread
novels and records...


another piece by Mahmoud:

"Sister, there are tears in my throat
and there is fire in my eyes:
I am free.
No more shall I protest at the Sultan's Gate.
All who have died, all who shall die at the Gate of Day
have embraced me, have made of me a weapon."

(from 'Diary of a Palestinian wound')

Naguib Mahfouz (1911- 2006)
He published over 50 novels, over 350 short stories, dozens of movie scripts, and five plays over a 70-year career. Many of his works have been made into foreign films.

works:
Love and the veil
wedding song
The seventh heaven
fountain and tomb

cheers,
M