Category Mandy de Waal

To your power and glory:

Barefoot I would run over stinging sand, Rocks with sharp edges – Blind to pain – Searching for escape, Hurtling headlong toward success’s heady rush.   Now I’m less nimble. I wait. Surrender. Succumb. Your sting has softened. Today you’re old bruise – A familiar discomfort, The mere memory of a wound. Glorious failure  – my […]

Oscar Pistorius. Afrikaner vrot banana

That great white myth – the Afrikaner masculine identity. [For Jacques Pauw.] “Pistorius was born without fibula bones into this obsessive and well-resourced sporting culture. He had his legs amputated as a baby, but his tough Afrikaner family treated that almost as a detail.” Simon Kuper in The Financial Times. “The Blade Runner, the Afrikaner hero, […]

DooKoom’s the answer

The question: “Why did the world open up its loving arms, and loving legs, to those fokken naaiers? Kultcha verraaiers?” Roger Ballen stuck his lens deep upside their arse. Clayton Cubitt worshiped at the altar of Ninja’s piel. Dave Nevarro fapped on about being en-raptured. Boing Boing. And then the globe goes Gaga. But will the world love […]

Boycott Woolworths

Abandon the Ayrshire fresh, fullcream milk. Gluten free brown rolls, basil pesto wraps. Prosciutto Crudo. Chorizo. Serrano. Parma, antipasto and Salame Milano. Don’t buy the blueberries. Strawberries. Or gooseberries. Say no to the figs and fresh Medjool dates. And that fresh sundried tomato soup should not pass your gate. Refuse the free range rotisserie…. Bloody hell! This boycott […]

The Dark Side of Dr Devil

The man with one sly eye is slightly broken, but not enough that he cannot lie. He takes my hand in that place where big money is manufactured – out of ‘relationships’ – And we lope into the portal of his perceptions. There we find truth. The real truth. The whole truth. Nothing but the truth.   […]

Learning to let go

Obsess. Obsess about obsessing. Train your brain to think of something else in order to forget. Brief respite. What was obsession? Oh yes! Obsess. Obsess about obsessing.

My fidelity to perfectionism.

The story lives inside. Perfection. But wrestling writing into the world reminds me of… Every gory one-night stand I’ve ever had. The limp-dicked embarrassment of someone you’ve rubbed your genitals up against who pretends not to know you. The Friday night your mother threw her meal across the dining room table, how it hit the […]