Saturday, May 3, 2014

Mama Namibia by Mari Serebrov /Friday 56 and Book Beginnings

"Most of them have been in South West Africa for years. Some of them stayed after their army service ended, many of the younger ones were born here. A group of women, Herero prisoners, are washing clothes for the soldiers. Some of the women are fully clothed in long cotton dresses, the others, covered from head to foot in some kind of reddish paste, are in what must be their traditional dress. Leather aprons hang from their waist in both the front and back. Except for an assortment of beads, their chests are bare. ..Beaded hide bands or copper rings encase their wrists and ankles. Altogether, their dress is both regal and curious."

Mama Namibia



"I wave at the morning sun peeping over the mountains....I run to the kraal to help her get sour milk. Mama's belly is big with a baby so she walks slowly. Her bangles and iron beads make music when she walks. I want bangles. But I have to wait until I'm a woman. I have beads on my skirt. And in my hair. They don't make music like Mama's beads."

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Wondrous Words

Define Actaeon at Actaeon. Actaeon. a hunter who, for having seen Diana bathing, was changed by her into a stag and was torn to pieces by his own hounds.


Your bloodhounds bay at the copper

creek, your velvet cape’s aloft

in the chiaroscuro breeze, you’re near, nearer,   

hieing, heying, I’m falling, failing,

gashed, gutted, kneed-up,

muddy and galled—call me

Actaeon...." Poem by Jonathan Galassi  (Poetry Foundation)

Cat Thursday

For this one maybe his face isn't as funny as what he is saying.