White Slums in South Africa

This is slightly more sobering than the last post. Ouch.  The World is such a contradiction and sometimes a miserable place but the human spirit will endure. South Africa is a very complex enigma and needs time to heal, to find the common ground for compassion. The question should be if 50% of South Africa is still in white hands who are they? I would say that the situation is made worse by the London Stock Exchange and Wall Street. Development is too slow to come into the transition of change in this country as the Power is unable to relinquish their assets so easily. What is sad to see is that the impoverish African is made to suffer still, black, white or coloured.




British-Ghanaian TV presenter Reggie Yates recently visited South Africa to find out how post-apartheid South Africa has affected some of the country’s white and black citizens.

In the video documentary, Yates meets with members of South Africa’s upwardly mobile black middle class and also talks to some of the country’s white citizens who have been disadvantaged by the demise of apartheid. Some of the white citizens decry the lack opportunity as “reverse racism” and some even go to the extent of claiming that things were better for black people too during apartheid.
The video does not accurately represent the general state of things in the country and acknowledges that the country is still unequal (more than half of the country’s land is owned by the white minority for example) but it’s interesting enough to hear a non-South African’s viewpoints on the subject.

The Filthy Savages of the Tribes of Austria

Studies have been done by a team of academic Congolese on the role of the Tribal peoples of the Alps. The natives in this region of the world are very restless. It would be positively rude to think their motivation for everything in their lives was purely on the grounds of material gain and we will leave that issue up for future scientists to explore. They hold weapons but fight at nobody. The team of Ethnologists found the various tribes to be extremly primitive and beyond belief.

BE WATER MY FRIENDS

Ok. I am going to come back to this again and again because this is quintessential about how we push our passions forward, collectively in Art. Let us avoid the World of Cunts and instead focus on the beauty of our planet, head on. Bruce Lee is a guide. He is a fabulous mentor and the greatest teacher the world has ever known about how our body works physically. This is so important as a philosophy as a way we now need to think in our enlightened world...



Listen to this Modern Day Hero. The Gospel cannot be changed as it is set in stone. It is bound in books and even the letters are not allowed a day-out. The WORD is unheard.

GO WITH THE FLOW

Self expression doesn't come naturally to mostso as Bruce Lee would say, "be more like water".

To express one-self is never easy but let us try it out.
Flow more like water and whatever medium you may choose,
be it oil paints, pencils or pastels, watercolours or words
be flexible and free to shout as you feel fit.
Smile when being insulted, even when it makes
you shake so be strong, bold, grin and bare it.
When you become more like water all obstacles
are moveable, all barriers will be broken.
So my friends be fluid.
Be more like water.


Find those ocean waves that sleep deep~inside~us~all.
Speak up and openly, and proudly claim your powers.
The Powers that be are so visible, seen by all of us,
so find your natural rhythm. That beat that roars within.
And wheneth the shit~doth~hit~the~fan be
the best shit~fan~hitter~no~good~wannabe.
Be formless, be shapeless, flow inside the current.
All of us are out~of~the~loop until we find our wave.
So my friends be fluid.
Be more like water.

Listen to yourselves, you all~too~uptight~fannies.
You listeners without ears. Yoohoo only seem to
understand what is coasely sociably acceptable.
Hardly thinking faintly hearing; never ever learning.
You feeble~naughty~cunts; you greedy ne'erdowells;
you brave, courageous underdogs.
Listen to yourselves and relish in
the hearing of, how your water flows.
So my friends be fluid.
Be forever more like water.


Joe Pollitt 2014

Look at the beauty on earth. Be more like water my friends.

Post by Biologia com o Prof. Jubilut.

This clip is included because it inspires what the body can do...I will get back to this....



Look how beautiful we are when we move like water...

Post by Zumba Hakim.

This is beautiful by Fela Futi...

LOVE LETTER TO JOANNE

16/11/2014

My Darling Joanne,

hali ya hewa hapa ni kuwa baridi kama sisi kukimbia hadi msimu wa sherehe, taabu katika theluji. Mimi kwa kweli chuki wakati huu wa mwaka, kwa upande upande kwa wale barafu tajiri viongozi baridi. Wakati huu wa mwaka joto iliyopewa kichwa watu, ambao wote ni busy flashing pochi zao kubeba. CAN YOU IMAGINE!  Hakuna mtu anajua jirani yao na kila mtu ni ganda katika mitaa salama. Jambo wajinga ni, wanaonekana hivyo hofu ya kufanya makosa. Wao kuchukua wenyewe hivyo kwa umakini. Ni karibu haiwezekani kuwa na yoyote ya kujifurahisha. Wao ni mbio kikatili na kamwe kuwa kitu chochote zaidi ya tamaa, chuki, mbaya, binadamu. Je, unaweza kufikiria!

Kutupatia nyuma hadhi yetu, yetu heshima na nguvu. Hakuna hata mmoja wetu hapa katika mashariki ni wahamiaji, sisi ni mali hapa, jinsi duniani unaweza kusema sawa. Wewe ni mgeni kwa nia mbaya, tunaona kwa nini wewe ni. Sisi kujua nini ubinadamu ni lakini wewe waliopotea hatia yako siku wewe kujifunza kuandika. Lazima kufikiri kwetu wajinga wote; wale walio na akili kidogo na hata kidogo maana kuliko magharibi kemikali virusi. Sote hapa, unaweza kuona nini ni devilishly kucheza katika, kwa sasa ni wazi.

Wewe waongo machafu, wewe binaadamu mdogo, wewe kuja juu ya visiwa yetu na gesi kipenzi familia zetu mbele ya wapenzi watoto wetu wakaondoka. Hili ni jambo gumu kumeza. Sisi itakuwa furaha kurudi tabia yako mchafu katika aina. Sisi sumu yako cories pathetic na overweight na kufanya wajukuu wako wote kuangalia mbwa kuharibiwa kama wao kufa. Next sisi itakuwa mzigo lethal bolt wa akili na kuwa ni fired kutoka high-msukumo bunduki ndani ya nyuma ya vichwa vya thoroughbreds yako yote katika hakikisha yao ya kifalme. Tunahitaji kufundisha somo lakini moja utasikia kamwe kusahau. Sisi hivyo mno wanataka kuonyesha nini aibu, wenye huruma rundo nyote ni katika magharibi. maisha bila huruma ni tupu na unatoka wapi, mioyo yenu ni kukosa. Wewe kuonekana binadamu lakini wewe ni bila roho, bila adabu.

Sisi kuonyesha maana ya nguvu na sisi kuuliza si kwa ajili ya fidia yako, ni wote pia marehemu kwa ajili hiyo. Tunataka kuona nguvu yako kupokonya, nchi yako kuharibiwa, maji yako kamili ya ugonjwa huo. Wakati umefika kwa mabadiliko ya kweli na mabadiliko katika kudhibiti sasa katika mikono yetu na sisi nia ya kuponda adui zetu zote na sisi alitaka kuanza kampeni zetu na wewe na rafiki yako. 

Jojo unaweza sexy mnyama. Kutuma upendo wangu kwa ng'ombe wako wa kifalme. I am kufikiri ya dada yako na ndugu na kila siku mimi kuamka. Wewe ni mwamba wangu na kwa kuwa mimi ni milele kushukuru. Upendo wangu wote kama siku zote. Wewe ni malaika wangu na mimi kupiga bus

Love,

Joe X

Stealing a Nation

This is make you cry. Make you so sad, so disappointed in the powers that be. So angry, so upset with the world that we live in. The ruthlessness is shocking. The people are scum and they run the land called England. They are rotten to the core. They treat the world like dogs. One day the dogs will bite back and chew them up for their sins. Nobody is innocent and all are to blame. As if a human being can possibly live without a conscience - Let us point to these rotten people. POINT THEM ALL OUT....One day all the dogs with charge!

A Mother breast-feeds her child with the milk of human saddness only for a child to grow up to be strong enough to commit suicide. The family pets are all killed as a warning as they are all packed off like cattle. Made to sleep in the cargo ship on bird shit. This is outrageous and this is what Democracy looks like under the microscope. Let us make is clear as day what we are looking at and let us call it as we see it, as Totalitarian US/UK regimes. Known as Dictatorship in any other territory. What criminals they all are.

IF THIS DOESN'T TELL YOU WHAT IT TAKES TO RUN THIS ROTTEN WORLD I DON'T KNOW WHAT WILL. THE LIARS THAT CALL THEMSELVES LEADERS ARE A DISGRACE - SHAME TO YOU ALL. THE WORLD CANNOT STAND BACK AND LOOK-ON WITH THIS "QUIET DISREGARD" | THE PRICE FOR FREEDOM AND DEMOCRACY IS FAR TOO HIGH....

My Best Friend Luke

14/11/2014

Dear Luke,

I have the FEAR, Luke. We spoke of this before but today it has heightened up to fever-pitch. It is worse than before, nobody is watching me. Nobody is touching me at all. Nobody is talking to me in my head, in my dreams or even in my bedroom. Nobody is near me or even tries to see me anymore.  I have started to write again as you suggested. Only short pieces but ones I think hold meaning to me. I am writing a blog and want nobody to read it, my precious thoughts all scrambled down on an e-book. Luke, promise me you will never try to find it. Never Google my name and read me wrong; please I beg you Luke, never see what I have written. You will judge me as others do. You will see me as a failure, as a loser, as the reject I have always been. Promise me now, Luke. Promise me you will never read a letter that I type.  

Luke, I am learning all about the Internet and trying to use mass media but sadly, I seem to be so fucking misunderstood, so misread and under-heard by the others. Those glorious employed goodie-goodies we sometimes talk about. I feel silenced, alone and so terribly frightened. Luke if you read this by accident let it never been known just how empty I felt as I typed. I have nobody to share my thoughts with. To cuddle on a sofa with. I don't even have a sofa to sit on. One chair is all I need in my humble abode. I have nobody to scream at me and tell me what to do. To run around me with a broom or wet smelly cloth or a vaccum cleaner pushing their weight around, obsuring the television screen as always. Nobody to ask me, “so Honey Bunny how was your day?”  The loneliness we learnt about is real. It is not just in the books we read or in those songs we used to listen to: Lonely like a Fox...Lonely and Looking for Love. Are you Going Down Lonely Street and the The Lonely Road is Long. The Classics from our 70's childhood. Luke, loneliness has a face, it has arms and legs. It has teeth and a smile. I’ve seen loneliness Luke. He lives in my basement. I see him in the corner of my eye Luke. I see him first thing every morning, when I wake and have fresh coffee to wake me up and I spit at him, Luke. Every day I spit in his ugly face and then wipe away the mess. I spit at him maybe 3 or 4 times a-day, Luke. I know it’s wrong but I just can’t help myself, Luke. He just irritates me as he goes on and on and on about Africa. Rambling on about the artists from Egypt, then artists from Ghana, then artists from Kenya, Uganda and even thinks he knows a thing or two about South Africa. He sits there laughing his fat tits off. I hate him so and I never want to see him again. As he pushes his head back and begins his insane laughter about Abstract Africa and how he loves to write. Luke, I must let you in on a little secret....I have never seen him pick up a pencil. Or make notes about his pitiful life. His mad ideas about the forgotten Continent and his constant babble about the Dark Ages of Africa. Shouting; "WE MOCK YOU IN THIS VERY ROOOM. WE BOTH DO!" He is so lazy and just sits in the corner giggling. I see his face full of spit and start to giggle back.

Until next time my wonderful friend. I do realise you are very busy. I've called and called and called again. You have obviously gone travelling without your mobile phone. Why else would you not pick up when I called and left so many messages. Please come and see sometime. I’m very lonely and miserable so please bring me one of your famous smiles sooner rather than later.

Much love and loneliness from your best friend,

Joe Pollitt

WHO WILL WRITE TOMORROW?

A piece I wrote today whilst thinking about the business Cheeseboards. The CEO, Chairwomen of tomorrow. Sniffing the sweet smell of office equipment and thinking, more ink needed for the printer.

Who Will Write Tomorrow?

You read me wrong. You have always read me wrong. To be honest, you have wanted to read my words upside down, thinking so little of me; respecting all the magical parts of me, never. Intrusting in me in no way at all; our friendship is paper thin. You hurt me today and I know you will keep on hurting me all of my natural life. These cuts need more than plasters, even more than butterfly-stitches; they are gashes in my flesh, my weak apathetic Anglican skin. No thread can bide these scars; these wounds, that you are so keen to inflict upon me.  Misunderstand me again and enlightening me of all my faults; preach to me of my silliness; my stupidness; my “Cuntishness”, as you politely call it. Those all-so-horrid-things I seem to be in your demonic head. Those words and actions that so offends your delicate set of decencies. You watched beach-boys in Gaza, their flesh that flew into pieces and yet you were not offended. You saw men buried, up to their necks in mud and trained horses stampeding all over their precious faces, but still you were not moved to act. You watched in quiet silence as a fellow creature was slowly sliced to death with the tiny blade of a Swiss Army knife yet still you refused to shed a tear. Nothing ever moves you. But if I were to say to you, "You are a criminal", you would sentence me to death. What will it take to make you see sense? To make you read a word I write. To comment on my anger felt.  To be forever on my side and gently kiss me on my cheek whilst stroking my hair and whispering sweet-nothings, “Tomorrow will be a better day. Hush now....All is quiet, all is bright. Hush now....You are not alone. You are with me and I am by your side, so feel my breath on your cold ear as I blow my love to you. Healing you with all my warmth, hush now, my sweetie-pie, my friend and African comrade; I am forever with you. Feel me closely as I send my warmth deep inside of you. I will read you right and together we can write tomorrow.”

Author | Joe Pollitt 2014

This is my first attempt at SoundCloud