Lees iemand die postings?
Hoeveel hoofstukke is daar nog?
Wanneer gaan dit ophou?
Ek's al bored Stiff
knormoer
Peter Stiff wrote in message ...
> This is an extract from the autobiography of British secret agent
> Peter Stiff, called "See You in November", published by Galago,
> Johannesburg, 1985. Peter Stiff, or "Taffy" as he was known to
> his mates, infiltrated the Rhodesian CIO, and was given the job of
> assassinating the then wanted serial killer, Robert Mugabe.
> See http://www.galago.co.za
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------ ------
> Episode 8 - In Which Taffy Departs for London
> ------------------------------------------------------------ ------
>
> Ricky May dropped the bombshell at our morning meeting on the 6th
> September 1979.
>
> "There has been a slight change in plan," he said awkwardly.
> There was no doubt about his embarrassment.
>
> "What change of plan?" I asked suspiciously.
>
> "Well," he said, "the government doesn't want you to leave for
> London immediately. They want to wait and see how things progress
> at the conference. Maybe Mugabe will turn out all right and
> perhaps Nkomo will emerge as the bugbear. If he does, he will be
> your target. They just don't know ... but they do want to wait
> and watch developments."
>
> "Even so," I said, "it is vital we get there before the conference
> starts. We must be in a position to see how things are before top
> security is clamped into place. Once it is, there will be many
> places we won't be able to gain access to look at ... like the
> hotel floors where they'll be staying.
>
> Ricky May shrugged and shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said, "but
> you can't move from here until we get clearance from government.
> They first want to see how Mugabe behaves at the conference."
>
> "This war has been going on for bloody nearly eight years," I
> retorted angrily. "That should surely have been long enough for
> government to know their enemy ... otherwise what have we been
> fighting for? Ask any troopie out in the sticks ... the ones who
> see the atrocities that Mugabe's lot commit. He'll tell government
> all they need to know ... and how Mugabe's likely to behave."
>
> "We are going ahead ... it is not cancelled," said Ricky May. "It
> is purely a slight delay ... there is still plenty of time. I've
> been authorised by government, by the way, to tell you that when
> you have completed the contract you'll be paid fifty thousand US
> dollars ... so you won't be putting your life at risk for nothing."
>
> "The money is okay," I said, "but frankly I don't mind doing it
> for nothing ... I've never been paid before."
>
> "This job is special," said Colonel Joe.
>
> "I'll take the money if it is going, but it is not important.
> Naturally, Angus and I will split fifty fifty."
>
> "So far as government is concerned," said Ricky May, "it is not
> even necessary for you to do the killings in the UK. We might be
> able to arrange things more satisfactorily in the United States
> later. An American politician who is friendly towards Rhodesia,
> has offered to lure either Mugabe or Nkomo to America and set him
> up for the kill. So you see, there is plenty of time ... no
> urgency at all."
>
> I wasn't happy, but there was nothing I could do about it in the
> circumstances. I had to accept that CIO knew best.
>
> Angus and I intensified our training. The days passed slowly as
> the time for the Lancaster House talks approached.
>
> "I've just received my call-up papers from the Police Reserve,"
> Angus told me. "I'm going to Umtali for a month."
>
> "Don't worry," I told him, "I'll get CIO to cancel it."
>
> I told Colonel Joe to have the call-up cancelled. It was a
> routine thing of no moment.
>
> The message came back the next day. Angus would still have to go
> to Umtali. If he was needed they would call him back.
>
> "That," I told Colonel Joe, "is about the most damned fool thing
> I've ever heard. Angus is ready trained and standing by to fly to
> London with me, to carry out the most important operation of the
> war ... the killing of terrorist leader number one-Robert Mugabe,
> who, if we are not careful, could end up taking over the country
> ... and Angus is sent for border duty to Umtali! Hasn't it
> occurred to anyone that Untali is an operational area ... what if
> he's killed?"
>
> "I'll look into things again," promised Colonel Joe vaguely.
>
> I don't know whether he did or not, but two days later, Angus
> climbed into a police truck with all his Police Reserve kit and
> equipment and was driven to the eastern border with Mozambique.
>
> We had our suitcases packed and ready to leave for England ...
> but it would have taken him a long time to get his.
>
> On the 11th September Ricky May arranged another meeting with me.
>
> "You're to go to London tomorrow ... but Angus will not be going
> with you ... if you decide once you are over there that you need
> him, then send a message and we'll get him on the next plane ...
> do the recce alone ... be prepared to kill Mugabe ... get
> everything ready and let us know."
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------ ------
> Tomorrow's Exciting Episode - Taffy Runs into Peter Stiff
> ------------------------------------------------------------ ------
> http://www.students.org.au/political/correctness
>
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INDUSTRY NEWS
Screen Africa news bulletin - 22 May 2001
A free weekly information service for the South African film, TV, video,
audio and multimedia industry
MUSIC
JMS 1000th concert features Japanese flautist
The Johannesburg Musical Society's next concert is a very special one - the
1000th concert in its long and illustrious history! Featuring dazzling
Japanese flautist SHIGENORI KUDO
FILM
Review: State and Main
Here's a sparkling little film that is a must for anyone who's a fan of
film in general, as well as for those looking for a clever, intelligent
movie that's not riddled with violence and expletives
ART
Evita's A en C (Arts and Crafts) now open
The new building designed by Jake de Villiers, is housing the ever-growing
arts and crafts market that reflects so much of the original work being done
by the people of Darling
EVENT NEWS
Laughing matters on the Fringe
Comedy shows and stand-up artists are always good for a bit of mirth and
light relief from reality. Those on the Fringe run from the sublimely funny
to the ridiculously silly
DANCE
Dancers without boundaries
Tshwaragano Project's disabled dancers set for poignant Celebrate South
Africa finale in London
MUSIC
A spectacular spectrum of sound sensations
KZNPO's Winter Season 2001 - This offers a spectacular array of great
concert classics, along with some fascinating encounters with
less-often-heard works
MUSIC
Back to Bach with Baroque 2000
It's ''Back to Bach' with Baroque 2000 this Sunday at 11:15 at St Thomas's
Church, Musgrave
TELEVISION
Kunskafee on KykNet
"KUNSKAFEE" is a magazine programme about the arts, which aims to reflect
art in such a way it will become accessible to all viewers, but at the same
time not disappoint art connoisseurs
MUSIC
Musicians wanted
The BAT Centre, Durban's harbour-side arts and culture centre, wants to
strengthen its music programme with musicians who perform all of
KwaZulu-Natal's musical styles
THEATRE NEWS
Life is Beautiful / La vita e bella
Charl van Heyningen's new soiree, LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL will thrill with his
soaring lyrical voice, in a magical mix of music arranged by Marius Brouwer
MUSIC
Broad brushstrokes and studious swing
No South African since Gideon Nxumalo has scored for jazz orchestra. But
last weekend at the Bassline pianist Paul Hanmer demonstrated the
possibilities of doing just that
WEEKLY DIARIES
BAT Centre diary
Events this week : 27 May - 3 June 2001
WINEDINE
BAT Centre looking for new restaurateur
The BAT Centre, Durban's harbour-side arts and culture centre, is looking
for a new restaurateur
THEATRE NEWS
Kultcha Klub features another new SA play
"Living in Strange Lands" by Anton Robert Krueger and directed by Jose
Domingos will be presented in the Wits Amphitheatre at 3 p.m. on Saturday 26
May
EXHIBITIONS
Two new exhibitions for the BAT Centre
Two new exhibitions open at the BAT Centre on Friday 8 June
DEBATE
DACST budget vote on Friday May 25
The Minister of Arts, Culture, Science & Technology, Dr. BS Ngubane will be
presenting the Department of Arts, Culture, Science and Technology's budget
vote to Parliament on Friday
RADIO
Radio with Michelle Constant
Art on the edge, Wednesday 23 May 2001, SAfm 104-107fm from 12h30 to 13h00
MUSIC
Starlight Pop Opera
Over the past two years Rand Merchant Bank's Starlight Pop Opera concerts
have become high priority events on our social and cultural calendar
BOOKS
I'm coerced therefore I am
Douglas Rushkoff's new book Coercion is all about how technology's getting
more sophisticated in manipulating our minds and everything else
MUSIC
Tessa Ziegler in concert
The Accenture Winter Festival is in full swing and this week, the fourth
concert in the series, stars Tessa Ziegler, one of South Africa's most loved
solo performers
MUSIC
All Classical Music Explained Too
Rainer Hersch fans have something to look forward to in June, he will be
returning for a national tour with his brand new show "All Classical Music
Explained Too"
WEEKLY DIARIES
Theatre and poetry in KwaZulu Natal
May 25 -- June 3, 2001
WEEKLY DIARIES
ArtSpoken by Gwen Ansell
It's an arts week enlivened by international talent, with American slam
poetry and Australian jazz in Gauteng, and a Japanese flautist and American
operatic stars in Cape Town
Wou net sê dat ek van die boodskappe hier interesant vind. Ek neem aan daar
is heelwat Hollanders wat saam gesels en 'n paar van ander lande. Altyd goed
om uitlanders se opinie te hoor!
Ek het al gewonder of ek nie S.A. moet verlaat en by my vriende in Engeland
of my suster in New Zealand te bly nie. Maar dan is daar winter dae soos
vandag. Nie 'n wolkie in die lug nie, lae twintig grade en geen wind.
Perfek! Waar in die wereld kan mens sulke weer in die winter geniet?
Nee wat, selfs met sy swak geld eenheid, slaggate en misdade bly dit die
land vir my.
Hou die blink kant bo (en die stink kant onder!)
Groete
Donald
(Die 26 jarige, enkel "ingelsman" wat in Vereeniging bly) :o)
> en suig aan druppels dat sy vol uitdy
> van pitstring uit, en albei heupe en haar romp
Sulke sinnetjies sit my mind in 'n ander gear... As ek die gedig lees as
'n boom, is dit 'n ander storie...
Christene mag maar eroties wees!!! (Gelukkig!!!)
Dankie dat jy jou gedagtes deel, ek word net wyser!!! Tog jammer dat
mens op skool geleer om gedigte volgens sallabus te ontleed... Dan vra
hulle jou: Wat dink jy van... en merk die antwoord verkeerd!!!
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skryf in boodskap news:3B081B75.AF99466D@home.com...
Max wrote:
> Net toe ek dog ek kan die Waatlemoen verteer kom jy met nóg een!!! Sou
> kon deurgaan as erotiese gedigte! Het Opperman een of ander reputasie
> daarvoor? Dat ek alles 100% begryp, sê ek nie!
Ek sou nie die gedig as "eroties" beskou nie. Onthou dit is een vandie
sonnette uit die kroniek van KRISTIEN ( > Christen). Kristien
moet op die eerste vlak gesien word as 'n vrou wat dien, en wat
haar liggaam en gees aanbied as voedsel en materiaal om gebruik
te word deur die mense om haar.
Hierdie gedig is egter baie kompleks. Mens moet dit op baie
vlakke lees. Wat bedoel Opperman byvoorbeeld deur haar te
laat stilstaan tussen die papajabome, totdat sy wortelskiet ( dus soos
hulle word). Hy gebruik die feit dat papajabome mannetjies-
bome en wyfie-bome is, baie effektief om die spanning tussen
liggaam en gees by die mens uit te beeld. Sy praat oor die
Groen Wind waarin gedans kan word "sonder om te roer"
is baie diep. Ek glo hy praat hier van diep geestelike dinge,
as mens net bietjie daaroor wil nadink. Maar in die amper
surrealistiese einde dink ek hy praat ook spesifiek van die
vrou as baie komplekse wese en van die spanning tussen
die manlike en vroulike, tussen aktiefheid en passiwiteit,
tussen lei en volg.
En nee, ek dink nie Opperman het 'n reputasie as ladies
man gehad nie. Die eer kom NP van Wyk toe. Wat wel
tragies was van Opperman is dat hy later in alkoholisme
verval het, wat jammer was, want sonder twyfel is hy die
beste digter wat Afrikaans nog ooit gehad het.
> PAPAJABOS
> (Uit "Kroniek van Kristien")
> D. J. Opperman
>
> Tussen die papajabome onder 'n geel maan
> het sy die heelnag in 'n skyndood stil gestaan
> met oë toe en sywaarts uitgestrek...
> In die vroeë dou voel sy haar tone langer rek
> en ondergronds rondkronkel; toonhare sprei
> en suig aan druppels dat sy vol uitdy
> van pitstring uit, en albei heupe en haar romp
> wring smal weg in 'n gladde gryswit stomp,
> terwyl die netwerk van haar skouerare
> swel langs kaal arms af tot by die blare
> waar sy oorbuig met twee ryp papajas.
> Toe prewel sy haar preek: "Al is ons vas
> as mannetjies en wyfies tussen grond en lug
> ewig in die spel gevange van bevrug,
> is daar 'n Groen Wind wat so vervoer
> dat ons kan losdans sonder om te roer" ...
> Sy sien die ou man met die byl aanstap
> en onder aan die stam begin hy kap en kap
> totdat die boom meteens uitskree
> en aan die vrou geboorte gee...
Ek wonder hoeveel boere gaan deesdae oor die Oranje, Kaap toe?
__________________________________________________________
skryf in boodskap news:3B092A0A.7A57B717@home.com...
> On May 21, 1901 the Globe and Mail reported
> that in South Africa 800 Boers crossed the Orange
> River into the Cape Colony.
>
Dolf, je hebt een aardige homepage, maar ik wil er toch even op wijzen dat
het promoten van je site op deze wijze -door enkel een adres te geven en
verder niks- volledig indruist tegen de nettiquette. Het is veel netter om
even in enkele zinnen uit te leggen waarom iemand op de link moet klikken
(wat er te vinden is) en hem of haar daarmee de keuze te geven om dat al dan
niet te doen.
Ek is op soek na leesstof / navorsing wat gedoen is oor die wêreld van die
ongeletterde. My soektog tot op hede plaaslik (Tuks/RAU/Unisa) het tot op
hede niks opgelewer nie. Help asseblief...
Hierdie artikel was in die Mail& Gaurdian.
Na aanleiding van die Volksfront se klag indiening dat hierdie
artikel rassites is teenoor die Afrikaner kan mens tog net wonder wat die
reaksie sou wees as die rolle hier omgeruil was.
Is dit rassties of is ons maar net bietjie fyn gevoelig?
Arts festival or Boerfest?
The producer of the magazine Hei Voetsek, Zebulon Dread, visited Oudtshoorn
at festival time only to run in horror from what he found on the town
streets.
t was the fifth consecutive year that I had loudly, brazenly and quite
crazily taken it upon myself to go into the heartland of the enemy - the
Klein Karoo Nasionale Kunstefees. To raise the hackles, the roof and the
enemy's ire through ribaldry and satire. To try to make somebody understand
that the course of history has changed.I wanted to make them laugh by using
their own language with such succinct and lyrical nuance that they would
stand awed by this kaffir who spoke Afrikaans better than most of them could
ever dream of.
They stood, awed and amazed, by this obese, flatulent and bombastic Hotnot
who did not mind telling them that from now on they were to call him
baaskaffir or else he would use his spear, carried along for all to see, to
pierce their thick-skinned buffalo hides.
They fled with their children when I, with demonstrative verbosity, used the
Cape lingua franca to the extreme by telling them that they were naaiers
(fuckers), fokken dom konte (fucking stupid cunts), varkvretende
(pig-eating) honkies and a bunch of deluded idiots for thinking that Brother
Jesus even took the time to listen to meat-eating beasts who cared more for
their pit bull terriers than they did for their fellow black humans.
The lyrical nuance of my writer-enabled Afrikaans had some of them drawing
their children close to listen to how one should speak the language, only to
drag them away forcefully when I wilfully swept into the "12th" official
language - that good old Cape lingua franca with all its concomitant swear
words.
Thick-skinned, cellulite-ridden and varicose-veined tannies would routinely
mutter their "Sies! Sies!", only for me to berate them for not saying
"Sies!" when they and their husbands perpetrated the apartheid wars against
the nation. Icy glares from double-thighed, double-chinned and
double-stomached males were met with sheer arrogance and a fearlessness that
scared the carcasses in their overfed bellies as I would scream, for all to
hear, that there they were again, the volk, the fokken volk, eating,
drinking and talking kak (shit) as only they could.I would walk through
their eating areas, like Hap en Tap, where one could buy a cardboard box
filled with steak, sausage, kerriemaalvleis (curried mince), roosterbrood
(toast), offal, beer, beer and more beer - hence Hap (bite) and Tap
(drink) - and vilify them for coming to an "arts" festival and yet sit
around all day and vreet, vreet, suip, suip (eat, eat, drink, drink), while
all the time cajoling them to buy one Hei Voetsek, the ultimate item in
obnoxious humour.
It was always the coup de grâce to witness their intrigue swell to such a
level that they, even against their better knowledge, would fork out the R10
and take with them a Hei Voetsek, not knowing what to expect. The cover of
my magazine has a picture of myself - a giant, superimposed, black,
dreadlocked man - stepping over Table Mountain with a humongous penis being
upheld by military helicopters. A side caption reads: "Hei djy Cape Town,
your European imitation ma se poes, otherwise Holland se fokken moer." I had
them in paroxysms of distress as I paraded it blatantly through the streets.
One tannie bravely took it upon herself to berate me in front of a large
crowd only to be insultingly told the festival wasn't her kitchen and I not
her meid. I've taken up war with Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging-looking types,
challenging them to a fight upon which I'd threaten to "toor julle swart
[bewitch and turn them black]" or to use my witchcraft and remove their
pencil-thin penises.
Often they'd laugh uproariously and throw back ribaldry, playing along with
my devil's advocacy. Sometimes it was fun. Actually, it used to be great
fun, but halfway through this year's festival I threw in the towel and left,
never to return again.
It was an e.tv journalist who asked me what the motivation was for my coming
every year and while thinking and searching for an answer, I began to ask
myself the same question. What was I doing giving street credibility to a
festival that had, over the years, advanced little beyond the mundane
middle-class mediocrity that personifies the Afrikaner and his viewpoint of
the arts? My black face would find itself plastered in many media giving the
notion, maybe, of some inclusivity, whereas, if truth be told, there is
practically none.
This is a festival that demands that Afrikaans is spoken by everyone from
traders to artists and street urchins performing woeful Christian songs. I
myself engaged fully in this Afrikaans, though in the form of cultural
terror, until I felt the chains of neocolonisation pulling too tight at my
throat. I was playing into their hands, giving their language credibility
beyond what it really deserves.
I questioned Nelson Mandela's coming here! What was he doing overstretching
the hand of reconciliation to those who had, have, no notion of ever
reconciling with their African nationhood? Is reconciliation going to remain
just an old man's sentiment or will these people ever change their
behaviour?
I was in the toilet when some young bucks entered and one asked the other if
he had seen that "fokken kaffir" with his naked body on the cover of that
magazine, when I shouted, "You naai, that fokken kaffir is sitting here,"
upon which they fled. I witnessed the "sies" tannies remonstrating with
coloured people drinking in public ("Julle moenie hier drink nie [you
mustn't drink here]") while all over the town their young bucks were walking
with their beer, wine and spirits getting pissed and very irritating and no
one said a word.
It can be said, with impunity, that these young bucks saw little of the
artistic fare and came primarily for the drinking binge these festivals
allow in the name of art.
I saw the anger of the coloured beggars who this year stole to their hearts'
content after years of simply watching their town being invaded by an
avalanche of Boer arrogance. I saw the coming of the Christian train and
their particular brand of religious oppression - what are they doing at an
arts festival? - and the banal fare put out by the Afrikaanse Taal en
Kultuurvereniging with never a black face on stage.
As for being a national arts festival, please, think again before using that
term so loosely. It is an Afrikaner Boerfest, a tannie and oompie affair at
best.
Breyten Breytenbach summed it up very succinctly when he said that the
festival is "die bont begrafnis van die Afrikaner [the motley graveyard of
the Afrikaner]".
He was one voice with the ability to perform, one who spoke the true colours
of art. And what did he get? People leaving his shows were not capable of
accessing his talent.
Yes, it is a graveyard and one that I shall not visit again, for truly, in
my opinion, these people are going to take ages to grow and I've lost
patience with their vulgarity. Enough is enough.
What about street theatre and its survival amid the monstrosity and banality
of Huisgenoot, radiosondergrense, Sarie and every conceivable marketing
idiot plastering the streets with the vulgar sounds of Dozi to a point where
the damnable noise is everywhere? Is anyone out there thinking?
Arts festival? Sarie? Rooi Rose? Die Burger? Naspers? These are the bastions
of Afrikaner mediocrity raping and pillaging what could have evolved into
some semblance of discovery for the volk. But it is just another piece of
their own brand of banality, making a senile volk even more so.
It was Breytenbach, again, who rallied against the penkwakke (fatuous hacks
or so-called arts journalists) who fed the volk more froth with their
inability to reflect the truth and scope of the arts. What, he wanted to
know, are their qualifications? What indeed?
All hats off to the Marthinus Bassons, the survivors and activists, who
continually give the volk something to think about, who try to embellish
this boerewors parade with something of an intellectual quality beyond the
petty, miscellaneous froth called "dramatic art".
This is not a national arts festival and never was. I for one feel emptied
of my effort and drained by those oxygen thieves who take so much, yet offer
so little back to artists who need the challenge that allows them to
continue their forays into the mind.
The rape will undoubtedly continue, but how many true artists will remain
standing?
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