An unfinished lament for Margery McGregor I think of your crisp blue eyes and wispy white hairThat framed your face like a penumbra of snowI remember the night before you died and I satOn the floor by your bed holding your handI think I never was as close to you as...
War isn’t beautiful “War wasn’t beautiful at all. It was the ugliest thing I had ever seen and it made me do the ugliest thing I had ever done. The real story of war wasn’t about the firing and the fighting, some Boy’s Own adventure of goodies...
The players on the date “The beginning of something too new to invite easy description” – that’s how jazz critic Rob Mariani recalls pianist Bill Evans’ debut at New York’s Village Vanguard in the early 1960s. He might have been...
“If you can’t see the country’s past, if you can’t hear the voices from the past then you can’t understand the present.” – Anglican priest Michael Weeder, quoted in Mike Nicol’s Sea-Mountain, Fire City (Kwela Books, 2001). “On its...
A scheme to provide employment to many otherwise unemployed people during the Great Depression of the late 1920s has developed into a wonderful nature reserve where zebras, birds, buck and vegetation abound in peace. The Rietvlei Dam Nature Reserve to the east of...
