Sunday, May 29, 2011

South Africa ~ Redux

Transitioning from sedentary sensibility - comfortable, routine, luscious - to a nomadic rhythm that is stimulating, fully engaged and familiarly stressful.

Jo'berg.  City of Walls and Fences, a primary metaphor for South Africa.  Electric, razor wire, jagged glass - all meant to keep out the Beasts - furry or otherwise.  I find this strange.  Is not everyone, then, a prisoner?

Fear of the Other.
Fear of the Beast.
Fear of the Supernatural.


A dubious fence!

Fenced in.  Fenced out.

 Give me land lots of land under starry skies above.
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love.
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze, listenen' to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please -
Don't fence me in.