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A reminder | emmanences
https://emmanencesa.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/a-reminder
On March 8, 2011 · Leave a Comment. Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant: they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Exercise caution in your business affairs: for the world is full of trickery.
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Fragment | emmanences
https://emmanencesa.wordpress.com/2012/02/25/fragments
On February 25, 2012 · Leave a Comment. Voice weaving between the. Thud thud and doef doef a pattern. Of love lighting dark places. In time and memory. She reads from postcards. To a prison images. Of dawn and light and sand kissed toes. Years later from a stage. While he sits ensconced at home. Alone watching rugby she says. Her words are not poetry. It is the thought and the memory. That make this magic of her voice. Recalling long held sentiments. Between the thud thud doef doef. Africa is a country.
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eating the other words | emmanences
https://emmanencesa.wordpress.com/2011/06/28/eating-the-other-words
Eating the other words. On June 28, 2011 · 1 Comment. Since undergrad, I’ve had this phrase from bell hook’s in my mind. She’s writing about the hegemonic white construction and consumption of ‘the other’. The desire to transgress the socially constructed boundaries, and taste the ‘exotic’. She writes: “ethnicity becomes spice, seasoning that can liven up the dull dish that is mainstream white culture.”. Who are you whitie? And the response I got:. 8211; someone taking my photograph to get the pattern.
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Morning | emmanences
https://emmanencesa.wordpress.com/2011/07/02/morning
On July 2, 2011 · Leave a Comment. Oscar posted recently a comment which I will have to paraphrase, given my inability to find it. It was something along the lines of ‘we study because it provides us an intellectually distant way of dealing with our deepest issues’ or something to that effect (my apologies if I’m misrepresenting you). Writing about being white in South Africa now. Grappling with how to be here from a philosophical perspective. Well I have many which are beyond revealing on a blog, but fo...
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contained | emmanences
https://emmanencesa.wordpress.com/2011/06/30/contained
On June 30, 2011 · Leave a Comment. Red and black wires. Trailing from her hands. To find out do they. Clamp red to red,. Or red to black. Running in her fingers. Instead the sky cries. And for a moment. Eating the other words. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Africa is a country.
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her emmanence | emmanences
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Emma is a collection of words, the tree on her back, the quickness of her mind, her passions and interest, the love of her friends, a smile for nothing other than its own existence, a cultivator, percolator, gardener of herself and her ideas…this is a collection of ponderings, poetry and perambulances. Africa is a country. As You Write It. The sartorial adventures of mavuso mbutuma. Middot; poetry, pondering and perambulations. Blog at WordPress.com.
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Musings on a bird | emmanences
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Musings on a bird. On March 12, 2015 · Leave a Comment. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
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Fragments | emmanences
https://emmanencesa.wordpress.com/2012/02/25/fragments-2
On February 25, 2012 · Leave a Comment. Voice weaving between the. Thud thud and doef doef a pattern. Of love lighting dark places. In time and memory. She reads from postcards. To a prison images. Of dawn and light and sand kissed toes. Years later from a stage. While he sits ensconced at home. Alone watching rugby she says. Her words are not poetry. It is the thought and the memory. That make this magic of her voice. Recalling long held sentiments. Between the thud thud doef doef. Africa is a country.
