Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Nog 'n mooi oggend op soutfontein

01 Oktober 2010

Nog 'n mooi oggend op soutfontein

Sonop.. ek wonder altyd hoekom noem mens dit dagbreek. Niks is mos gebreek nie. Of is dit nou die dag wat die nag breek?

Elke plaas moet so 'n ou plaashuis/skuur en stukkende windpomp hê.

Die mooiste tyd van die dag by die dam.

Daar is vreeslike baie van hierdie VVV's in die lug. Dit lyk soos klein bugs met baie lang antenna's as sterte. Gelukkig byt hulle nie soos die muggies nie.

Vroegoggend koring

Die pou het vir 'n slag nie sy stert afgeslaan toe ek naby kom nie.

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I wanted to live everywhere and smell, taste, feel everything. I wanted to go to sea, explore unknown lands, take off in a space rocket, dine only at all-you-can-eat restaurants, be the last to leave parties. What I couldn’t acknowledge then, and hardly now, is that life just isn’t like that for most of us. The quicksands of suburbia were lurking at every step, and those who broke on through to the sunlit uplands couldn’t find their way back, even when the poverty and lack of enthusiasm for climbing means they wanted to come back. It was the dream of an immature young man, which is exactly what I was.
My eyes would be drawn inevitably to the low ridge of purple hills that ringed the east side of Manchester. The weight of the city; of all those people moving on their tiny arcs across its concrete streets, would be lifted for a moment. That place, over there in those hills, was somewhere I could feel alive, where the moment of release could give me the clarity to understand unconsciously that poetry, prophecy, and religion are all one.

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