Martyrs are so much more lovable than survivors.

MC

The Beloved Country still cries but the tears are born of shame, 

unrelieved and unconsoled by the dignity of pain.

MC

COFFEE PAINTING! I felt a desperate need to paint, but since I had no watercolours, I used my expresso instead!

PLAYING THE COLOUR CARD

"This is a personal attack!
You are discriminating,
despising and deriding me
Because I'm Black!"

"Nonsense!" cried I
Indignation
Overcoming the shy,

"I despise you
Because you
Write nothing
But CRAP;
There is nothing
Personal
About THAT!"

MC

Poetry into LIFE! Patrick Glassel and Alice Wanders performance art and experimental music combined!

I was overwhelmed when Patrick Glassel and Alice Wanders incorporated my poem "No Evidence, No Crime" into their project! The result is stunning, eery and haunting.

LINK TO YOUTUBE SOUND PERFORMANCE

NO EVIDENCE, NO CRIME

Do you all
Remember Alice?
Big-eyed Alice,
Chaste Alice,
With her blue ribbon
And her pretty dress?

How we were al
So impressed...
That Lewis Carroll
(such a kind man)
Took silly Alice
And made her a star.

Twinkle, twinkle little Alice,
Twinkle from afar!
So Alice twinkled,
But I wonder
Did she cry?

When Uncle Lewis
(such a patient man)
Took her boating
Or walking in the park,
When his hands
Wandered so;

Or even just his eyes,
Did Alice shrink?
Was that
The magic potion
He made her drink?
The poison brew
To make her think
Something was wrong
Something absurd...

That she was a bad girl
Getting upset,
Raising a doubt,
When he was such
A kind, patient
(affectionate) man.

Yes, I think
He poured it out
Into a pretty chalice
And served it to us
With charm:
(such a witty man)
The pain and the fear
And bewilderment
Of silly Liddell Alice
And made himself
A star.

Manuela Cardiga