Manuela Cardiga's Blog, page 63

ANDROID ARDOUR

I dreamed
That desire
Was a quiet
Lovesome thing;
Such tender fire
Promised
He to me,
Such words
Of passion
From his lips
Did sing:

"Yield to me
Let fear now sleep,
Look deep into
My eyes
Oh love
Drink deep..."

And then...
Oh then
My bruised
And lonely soul
Did weep,
Alas my joy
Was fleet,
And all
Too brief
Cause that's
When I heard
His bloody
Cell- phone
Ring.


Manuela Cardiga

Charity, or Solidarity, as it is now fashionably called, ...

Charity, or Solidarity, as it is now fashionably called, is practiced only by the poor. The rich do "creative tax evasion".

Manuela Cardiga

GOD'S SILENCE

God fell silent,
He did not speak.
And at that silence
Dark angels weep:
"Are thou so lofty God
Wilt thou not speak?"

But God was silent
And Darkness cried
"Even I, even I betray
My willful blindness
And witness this,
Where is thy
Outrage, oh God,
I beg thee speak!"

But God
Was shamed
And did not speak,
Could not,
Would not
Did not
Speak.

"If thou wilt
Not speak,
Oh God,
Bow thy head;
Show regret,
At least.
At least,
Oh God ,
I beg thee,
Weep."

Manuela Cardiga

A dear old friend passed away last night. A boy I knew si...

A dear old friend passed away last night. A boy I knew since childhood. A beautiful boy called Gus. His passing made me realise how short life is, how frail, how ephemeral and how little time we have to waste. I don't want to count pain, or anger, or complaints of life's unfairness anymore.

I want to count life.
Days worth while; days filled with love, days worth remembering, days that count.
Let that be the algebraic equation of our lives.
Let us live now, now that we are alive.
Let us live while it counts.

Manuela Cardiga

"Life is a blend of light and dark, but we hold in our ha...

"Life is a blend of light and dark, but we hold in our hands - and in our hearts- the power to add colour, fire and desire to the darkest night. " Mamma Sylvine handed her the delicate cup, "All we need is will. Oh, and courage of course! Because...Why, because sometimes we are so much more comfortable in the dark, clinging to the familiarity of our old pain; we would rather wallow in despair than risking the blaze of the awakening light."

"MANscapes"
by Manuela Cardiga

Historical OUTRAGE! BAN THIS BOOK!

NEVER has historical fiction been so INACCURATE, so FUNNY, or so RAUNCHY!
"DESIRE'S DETECTIVE" is a DISGRACE to the time-honoured and very respectable  Historical Novel Genre!
THE  HYSTERICAL HISTORICAL SOCIETY DEMANDS:BAN this BOOK!
DON'T BUY! BAN!

All experiences are good experiences, even the bad experiences.

FEMINIST FASHION ACTIVIST

Thank God I'm
Now so thin
So I can slip
Into those new
Donna Karan
Summer shift-dresses?
At 300 dollars a piece
I got one in every shade,
(except that yellow plaid)

What do you mean?
The Rape of the Garment Trade?

I only buy American!
And don't we stand for
Free Trade?
For Fair Trade?
For a Fair Wage?

It's all there in the label
In the little letters
Right under
The Washing Instructions?
And I KNOW those
Are very accurate,
Cause once
I didn't follow?
And just ruined
A Ralph Lauren
Shirt-waister
In this utterly lovely
But very fragile
Silk-linen mix...

Don't you DARE!
I AM SO NOT A BITCH!
I do so care
About the girls
In the factory
In Bangladesh!
I saw that last night!
An absolute fright!
I was so touched
By their plight?

By the way,
I wonder
How they keep
That thin,
Season out,
Season in?

Manuela Cardiga

We crave love-making beyond procreation because it is the...

We crave love-making beyond procreation because it is the closest we come to union with a particle of our Maker.

'n POP VIR KLEIN PETRUS KLEIN

Daar is 'n pop en
'n Model trein
In 'n doos.

Petrus, Klein Petrus,
Klein Petrus Klein

Sy Mamma gil:
"Nee Petrus, nee!
Kleine kêrels moet nie
Met poppe speel nie!"

Petrus, Klein Petrus,
Klein Petrus Klein

Hy kan nie,
Kan nie
Will nie verstaan,
Hoekom?
Hoekom nie?
Hy draai die kop
Van die pop.
Hy maak haar dood.

Petrus, Klein Petrus,
Klein Petrus Klein

Daar is ´n meisie
´n Pop-meisie
Op die trein
"Min jy, min jy,
Min jy my?"

"Ja, Petrus, Klein Petrus,
Klein Petrus Klein"

Petrus Klein Petrus
Sit met sy vrou
Op die stoep:
Hy draai sy
Pop-gesig
Hierna toe,
Daarna toe.

"Nee, Petrus," lag sy
Klein Petrus Klein,
Ek is nie ´n pop nie,
Jy kan nie so met
my speel..."

Maar Petrus, Klein Petrus,
Klein Petrus Klein

Hy kan nie
Kan nie
Will nie verstaan;
Hy draai die kop
Van sy pop.
Hy maak haar dood.


Manuela Cardiga