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During his venture to explore Southern Africa, the poet worked as a draftsman, co-ordinator for craftsmen, and as an architect, having successfully completed prescribed studies at WITS-University. Travels took him, besides around the southern continent of Africa, to the British Isles, the capitols of Europe, Egypt, Dubai, Israel, the Canary Islands, and Madeira. Besides writing short stories, he returned always to poetry, his beloved genre. With the medium of the Internet, he made many friends and he also met some loveable Muses, who encouraged him with his poetry. During one spring an intense relationship developed with his Muses. Inspired by Odysseus Elytis' poems, he decided to capture one month in his life in love by means of creating a diary of his adventures. Thus 'Diary of an Aged April' reflected his physical and emotional state of that month of his birth. Besides, Africa was changing and the poet had to move forward.
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aged april
The poet has lived and worked in the South of Africa for a long period of time.
During his tenure in the design and supervision of buildings: domiciles to offices, industrial buildings, technical workshops for the maintenance of airplanes, clinics and laboratories, workshops for heavy turbine equipment and hospitals, he had a whole life devoted to it, until one day he was out of architectural work.
He had always been drawing from fantasy as a counter effort to foster his love for creative artwork.
Photographic explorations went hand in hand with exploring the African landscapes. The moment his work had been completed, he met with friends who shared the love for poetry with him. Besides meeting them in an Art-Café in San Francisco, he met poets in Athens, Greece, and many talented poets from Europe and all over the world on the Internet, where he conducted a website, called WordPress.com for his blogging and journal poetry.
During his last year in Africa he met his love interest, he exchanged poetry with. While he has honoured her wish to keep his poetry – resulting from their ‘love at distance’ – private, he felt for the need for its intensity of exchanges to become public only, when his Muse had passed away.
‘Once the ink had dried, - to state the poet’s phrase – he would edit and prepare this intense physical and spiritual high-flying month during April 2010, where he worked on his manuscript from April 2004, to offer this unusual inner life-poetry to the public.
The quotation ‘Tempus fugit’ is indeed the speediest experience in matters of love. “You cannot put your foot twice into the same water” paraphrased from Herodotus, states this toward all happenings of history that since had changed the lives of many people in the region of Southern Africa.
Intersession
April 1 Symbols & Models
April 2 Natasha
April 2 ctd/ Hanna
April 2 in afterthought/ Resurrection
April 3 Carl
April 5 Seven Muses
April 6 Packing up House
April 7 Violent Land
April 9 Cracking up
April 10 Michaela
April 11 Poet of Love
April 12 Selling one’s African Home
April 13 Creativity
April 15 Jens
April 16 Night / Where love ar’t you?
April 16 evening/ Ménage a trois
April 17 the red/black Chinese Notebook
April 18 At the Med’s shores
April 18.later…Merging
April 20 Café with two red zeros
April 21 One arm artist
April 22…Eleusis
April 23 Is love death?
April 24 Life & Death
April 25 Cyber-loving
April 26 Want/Grab/Taste
April 27 Grand Slide
April 28 Passion as Final Act
April 30…Aphrodite encumbered.
do racial tensions rise by
flying the old four colour-flag?
do hate speeches feed on
the poison of political greed
the anger of people not being
served due to the incapability
of local government to deliver
as promised?
where are the leaders who
are true to the democratic idea
as championed by emerging
hope/ raised by the nation’s
new ‘rainbow-children’
who support the symbolized
idea?
the positions have hardened
and racialism is neither in flying
a nationalistic flag
nor in a song of denouncement
hate/ or a threat of killings.
what is the real issue then?
it’s the flag we all fly in our hearts.
could we all become compatriots?
the rainbow has faded
songs and slogans sizzled sparks