Yesterday I went on a hike with Youlendree and Harri(see here).
Yesterday I met Harri.
I had noticed Harri before, and bumped into her a couple of times(as she hangs out with Youlendree), but this was the first time I ever got to ‘meet’ her.
Harri has a distinct nature in the sense that Harri is always Harri.
Harri is not 'somebody else'
But Harri is not nobody.
On our hike, we spent most of the time getting extremely existential about many things… although, despite the fact that this is often a silly habit of mine:
When you are with the right people
in the right environment…
You know what you are saying isn’t bullshit.
And that’s what Harri is not.
Harri is certainty.
Harri is truth.
How she is, is who she is.
I shot a music video for a local reggae artist in Grahamstown.
We shot it at Rhodes university, the location townships and the botanical gardens
Check it out.
Under God’s Thumb
-I have done so many stupid things
Under God’s Thumb
- I’m sadder than sad
-my choices are always bad
Under God’s Thumb
-The company I keep,
-are just fucking sheep
Under God’s Thumb
-My whole entire life is a lie, and I spend all my fucking years under god and I just don’t know why
2 days ago, I finished shooting/editing my first short film ‘France’, something that had become a very inspired but impromptu collaboration with my cousin Anaïs Mackenzie.
In the weeks to follow I shall publish various photo stories, that further contextualize and explain the various scenes in the movie( along with some unseen photos from cut/unused footage).
However I feel this movie is extremely interpretative, and it touches on many broad topics mainly: France and South Africa, Langauge, People, Travel, Conversation, Gumboot Dancing/Mining.
Today I finished my first ever ‘Creature Video’, titled `”Second Semester: A prelude.”
Although the focus point is a description of myself and a project, I decided to use it not only as a prelude of sorts but also as a platform on which to project future videos.
As I describe in the end of the video, future projects will mostly be orientated around other people and places, so keep your eyes peeled!
Conversations of strangers
( I sat and had coffee next door to two people having a unique conversation. I wrote a poem based on that very conversation)
"Imagine you were in a white space…"
"No, that’s too constricting…"
"Imagine you were in a white expansive space, and you met your other self."
" From a parallel universe?"
"No. Your other self as in you. A mirror image"
"Imagine you were in a white expansive space, with yourself and you."
“You and yourself”
"Imagine you are in a white expansive space, with yourself and you, a mirror image. Living through the exact same motions and rythems of life. Would you ever interact or meet? Or would you just mirror each other?"
"Myself and me?"
"Imagine you were in a white expansive space, with yourself and you. Living through your life respectively, following the same path and same intentions. Would you ever meet? Would you ever speak? What would you say to yourself?"
"If I said hello, she would say hello!"
" No. Imagine. You are in a white expansive space, with you and yourself. Following the same road and the same path, living life as you do now. Why would you meet? How would you meet? If you are walking, she is walking. If you are working, she is working. How can you walk when she is walking?
How can you work when she is working?
If you speak, she will speak.
If you pause, she will pause.
Because she is you and you are her.
When she is talking how can you hear?
And when she is hearing how can you talk?”
My throat feels like 16 fucking ashtrays
and my hair is falling out
it was red
now it’s brown?
What is happening
What am I:
other than a hen in a playpen.
Do you want to fuck?
Or do you want to love?
Do you want to talk?
Or do you want me to ask?
Throw you feed at me,
and see how I react.
Yet when it comes time to feed you.
And I want you to be my hen
in my playpen.
Suddenly I’m left all alone.
and again I become someone else’s hen
in someone else’s playpen.
My current Mantra:
An Ode to Something.
Is it already time to start remembering?
You are acting like your heart is broken,
but do I have no right to feel like my soul is crushed too?
I may not feel the same way,
yet that doesn’t mean I don’t feel you.
If I were to be less than I was,
would anything we had achieved been possible?
Imagine a world dusty and dark
that shouldn’t be so hard to do
but now imagine a world dusty and dark
where I closed myself off to you
Would there ever be a friendship quite like that?
Would you understand me, and me understand you?
You made me do scary things
Things a boy like myself never ought to do
Yet you opened my mind up
and showed me that it was all about getting through.
If every step of the way,
I ever said no.
Our friendship would be spineless,
there would be nothing to show.
So now I stand here
Cut off and distant
Both the victim and the perpetrator.
Yet you stand there.
Way way way over there.
And you say no
And you say goodbye to everything
And you are the one that’s letting it all go.
Politicians are dancing monkeys
Police are just fucking pigs
It’s easy to be critical
When I sit in my study smoking my cigs.