campbell's sleeping, rabie's tending goats. old man krige's trolling lorca's cock as hemingway, to thompson's chagrin, gloats... while nel goes netherlanding (and leaves the last train standing) I am left to watch the woodstock clock.
this blog is intended as an irregular journal of the trivia which, alongside his real work, incite the author to commit poetry. with some luck now and then, he perpetrates something less than trivial. it should be stated that (as in all works of fiction) where a conflict has arisen between prosody and journalism, it will be the prosody which will have prevailed, the true over the accurate, the word over the thing.
the ÜBUNGEN are quasi-musical exercises in form and metre, and the LATE QUATRAINS transcriptions of (invariably late) text-messages composed spontaneously at the phone's keypad and sent to tolerant friends.
[the banner photo, by the author, is of an outbuilding - and tree - on the farm 'elandsheuwel' between willowmore and steytlerville in the karoo.]