Tuesday, 8 October 2013
Monday, 7 October 2013
A LOVE LETTER FOR THE EPOCH
Cape Town writer Michael Wentworth launches the second edition of his poetry collection
When: Saturday 12 October
Where: Bolo’bolo – 76
Lower main Road Observatory
Time: 14h00
Cape Town-born writer, director Michael Wentworth, who currently
resides in the Great Karoo where he is working on a new novel, returns to the
city in October after a sold tour of Namibia, for a reading of selected poems
from the second edition of his collection of poetry titled A Love Letter for
the Epoch.
Born in Lansdowne, Cape Town to a diversely talented
family, Mikey, as he is affectionately known to friends and colleagues, patiently
and determinedly nurtured his dream to be a writer since his primary school
days.
Wentworth became independent from a very young age, traveling
continuously between Cape Town and Windhoek to visit his Namibian family. These
trips soon morphed into traversing across the length and breadth of Southern
Africa, profoundly nourishing and honing his skills through many encounters and
projects with a broad spectrum of creative South Africans. These experiences
are reflected in the diversity of his offerings as a journalist, playwright,
director and poet.
Wentworth started out writing children’s theatre in Taung
in the North West in 1996 and two years later his play Inside the Rainbow was
shortlisted for the British Council International New Playwright’s Competition.
He has since written and directed numerous dramas and musicals. He has collaborated
with household names such as Itumeleng Motsikoe, Peter Mashigo, Mbali Ntuli and
Manaka Ranaka but most of his work over the last decade has been produced
outside Cape Town, so, atypically, he is somewhat of an enigma to his home audiences.
Career highlights include the musical Torong – A Place to Dream which he
wrote, composed and directed as well as his one-man play Waiting which opened at the Grahamstown National Arts Festival in 2008
and featured live musical accompaniment by multi-instrumentalist Hilton
Schilder. The following year Wentworth returned to Cape Town to direct and co-produce
with brother Gary Wentworth the multi-disciplinary performance Live rAge, which
was an 80th birthday tribute to the poet and writer James Matthews,
who has been a source of inspiration and encouragement over the years. (One of
South Africa’s famous self-publishers whose debut collection Cry Rage was the
first book of poetry to be banned by the Nationalist government.)
In 2010, the fifteenth commemoration of the murder by
hanging of Nigerian writer and activist Ken Saro-Wiwa, Wentworth wrote and
co-directed the play Progres’ that
drew attention to the ecological devastation of the Niger Delta and the
struggle for self-determination of the Ogoni people. He is known for such
activism as well as his writing workshops with juveniles and youth at risk,
encouraging them to develop alternate ways of self-expression.
While Self-Publishing now internationally accounts for
most new work available in traditional and social media, this is still a very
brave exercise, especially in South Africa.
Moreover the act of publishing one’s own verses is even
more daunting at these rather complex and menacing times. A Love Letter for the Epoch however consists of poems that have
been written over the last two decades and should be read as a creative take on
the “birth” era of South Africa’s democracy. The Foreword to A Love Letter for the Epoch is written
by fellow writer and poet Keith Adams who was first introduced by mutual friend
and music director Abdel Naroth in 1995.
Copies of A Love
Letter for the Epoch will be available at R100. Further orders can be made
directly from Michael Wentworth.
For more info email
mikeywentworth@hotmail.com or call 0765157700
Wednesday, 2 October 2013
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Saturday, 14 September 2013
Wednesday, 11 September 2013
Wednesday, 4 September 2013
Sunday, 1 September 2013
From A Tale of Extra Ordinary Madness
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(By Mana Neyestani) |
Then the singing
starts; wordless, sweet harmonies as if in the presence of an impromptu, choral
ensemble drowning out all other sounds and thoughts with its beatific song of
ethereal delight; but with a barely discernable undertone of culpable discord.
I am swept away on
the turbulent night breeze, away from my misery; away from the misery of
others, the misery of the city veiled by bright neon signs flashing its
deceptive welcome to those who can afford its vituperative charms. The decaying
buildings which once housed the depraved and the masters, painted in
fashionable, muted colours, with sand blasted glass and aged wood and shining
chrome façades: home to the obliviously hip and happening.
The once
impervious mountain mother, the majestic Hoerikwaggo, brought to its knees
under the interrogator’s harsh, relentlessly brilliant white light despoiling the
beautiful face of the city.
The electrified
grid of streetlights stretches away across the flats to darker corners where a
more blatant misery roams the alleys. Undisguised and often unacknowledged
within the bustling, thumping conurbation where the blind reign supreme.
The driving bass
beats are replaced by gunshots and screams and cries; the raging, manic
silences that can no longer be penetrated or dispelled; the unvarying misery of
the hopeless and the perpetually downtrodden.
The sound of babies wailing and children
sobbing, hungry mouths feeding on mucous and craving for a more substantial
repast.
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
Friday, 23 August 2013
2nd Edition
To those who didn't get a copy the first time 'round, the 2nd print of A Love Letter for the Epoch will be available soon! Hope to see you at one of the future readings...
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Simplicity - a thought inspired by Voltairine de Cleyre.
One day I will die.
Hopefully
as I have strived to live:
a free spirit.
An anarchist,
owing no allegiance
to rulers
in heaven
or on earth.
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