The Most Fun I Ever Had...

ACP-EU – The first time I was offered the opportunity to interpret
was a a conference for 600 delegates in Cape Town, I was only
a liaison interpreter, helping delegates to get along at airport
and hotel – it was the best fun I’ve ever had!
Though I hounded the Minister of Mali to death; now I know
better – not to force discussions about poetry down
everybody’s throat…
NEPAD came later, and I enjoyed the whole experience
so much...

Tiaan's Drawings Of His Own Short Story...

I caught on when I reached the end, then it was clear,
all the foregoing was a magical blur, as I'm sure you'll
discern...

This Picture Reminds Me of Heathcliff...

... in Wuthering Heights, though he probably did not
have a beard - maybe that should have been our
assignment in English Literature: To find suitable
illustrations for the novel, instead of dissecting it,
until all its entrails were exposed and its beauty
spoiled - literature as a subject is EVIL, all
lovers of good stories beware!

Nici's Drawings For Me On Mother's Day...

Nici made drawings for me Mother's Day 2006...

Fanny loves Edmund in Mansfield Park

Actually, Fanny loves Edmund - not Edward -
in Mansfield Park… I’ll have to fix it on
PoemHunter also!

I Love the Cape...

I love the beautiful Cape, I love everything about
South Africa, I can even stand the rugby and
other crazes such as cricket - because the beauty
of nature is unequaled...

Who is the Waziir from the Wizaarah?

Arabic - Who is the Waziir from the Wizaarah?
He is the Minister from the Ministry!

Bible Code II - By Michael Drosnin

The Bible Code makes perfectly good sense to me,
I used colouring pencils to indicate where the
words containing information are linked... I bought
my own copy, not wishing to spoil the library's
copy, you know...

Front Page For My Notebook 2004

I wrote my name and the words Truth and Beauty
in my new notebook of 2004...

ACALAN - African Academy

ACALAN - African Academy of African Languages -

Sharazd still has to read everything about the

conference she attended when she took note

of the various African languages...

Dear King, Arabic Notes

Dear King, my Arabic notes taken in 2006:

haadha baab – this is is a door
haadha finjaan qahwah – this is a cup of coffee

A Happy Party in the Forest

When Alice woke up, she found that the King of
the North had arrived, and he and FAD were walking
on the river’s edge, FAD picking flowers and the King
gesticulating in his explanations of his plans for building
a wooden forest cabin so Alice would have a new
holiday place to stay and he and FAD can stay
overnight in the beautiful Magic Forest.

Alice ran to them and in great excitement told them
about making recordings for the Sandman, then the
pages and women-in-waiting called everybody together
and served them a most marvelous tea. Just then Karl
and Sophia arrived with Suikerklont and the lovely
painted wagon, and joined the happy group.

Sophia showed FAD what beautiful embroidery she
had done on her new dress, and FAD showed Sophia
her latest diplomatic documents in gilded letters.
The King of the North discussed matters of state with
Karl and they animatedly debated the fate of the
continent of Africa.

They heard a great whooshing sound, and all were
overjoyed to see the spaceship of Semjonof land,
and he and Ludmilla joined the group. Alice was so
glad to go on a sightseeing tour of the spaceship,
and FAD and Sophia admired the lovely kitchenette
with organically grown plants to sustain the space
travelers on their furthest travels, while Semjonof
showed the King and Karl how the sound system
worked that made the spaceship invisible on its
voyages, as well as how the harmonics worked
that allowed the spaceship to cover infinite
distances in a matter of seconds.

Here we leave the lovely party and the Southern
Scribe is starting to get ready for bed, wishing for
sleep more than anything; and wondering what
the Alien of the North was going to do on this
glorious day – hoping that he would have enough
challenges to bring excitement and satisfaction…
- the sleepy Southern Scribe.

Discussing Quantum Quirks

The Hummingbird flew into the deepest part
of the dense, green tropical forest and stopped
at an enchanted stream. Alice ate wild berries
and drank sweet nectar from the flowers, then
made garlands of exotic forest flowers.

She hummed a lovely lullaby and soon a few
small elves had gathered round to listen. The
Sandman passed by and stopped to listen also,
then asked Alice if he could record her song
and play it for children far and wide

so they could fall asleep without the Sandman
having to work so hard to strew sand in their
eyes. Alice sang the song several times and
the Sandman made lovely recordings, off he
went very satisfied

while Alice was so sleepy by then, she dozed off –
only a few minutes ago this information was
received by Klax via the Discworld - as Alice is
dreaming of Terry Pratchett and Soul Music and
Death's lovely granddaughter Susan

after singing lullabies - we are still waiting to hear
more - in the meantime, the Southern Scribe has
been invited to a formal dinner at Unseen University
- right now she is having a most elucidating discussion
with the orangutan in the Library

discussing quantum quirks and the magical ability
to shrink and stretch time and space...

Twinkle In The Poet’s Eye

Reading poems through my feelings,
finding meaning in expression of emotion,
the tone of voice is heard in the length of
lines, use of nouns and verbs, choice
of melody and sound

The twinkle in the poet’s eye is conveyed
by the structure of his poem, the cynical critic
is clearly discerned; ferocious anger and threats
are heard in furious lines - I eschew all those,
it is too menacing

Preferring love declarations, creating scenes for
imaginary characters – the whispers of a poet in
love can change a day in black-and-white into
a glorious song of colourful delight,
melodious to the touch

I leave realism to those who wish to perpetuate
the status quo and enjoy society as it is; while
seeking wisdom from prophets and seers
describing visions and dreams
of unconditional love -

- creating a new universe -

Ancient Myths and Legends

I love the idea that the star signs
are the symbols of a giant clock
face in the sky indicating how far
planet earth have wobbled on its
axis, completing one full cycle in
25000 years; It is marvelous and
amazing that the ancients knew
about this cycle, tracing the move-
ment of the star signs in the sky
telling stories about Fenrir the
wolf that broke lose in a Götter-
dammerung, keeping the truth
alive in ancient myths and
legends…

I Was Worried When My Blog Rejected Me...

Then suddenly, I was accepted again,
I never understand technology, being
a technological dunce, but I LOVE the
advantages and hope to conquer my
fear of all things new one day - and
planning to communicate via e-mail
from beyond the grave when I have
died from this life - I'll drive Mr
Material Reductionist into his grave
for sheer fright - and laugh at him when
he discovers he is still alive in his mind!

Respect For Each Other’s Ideas

Let’s apply a spiritual solution to the problems
of days gone by, we are all settled and realize
the past is a kettle of nettles, let us forgive what
was said and done; let’s concentrate on our
codes of love and make some simple rules -

References to past occurrences not tolerated and
everybody to accept and respect each other’s opinion:
Mother respecting Dad’s worrying about physical life;
Dad respecting Mother’s impractical ideas; Elreza
taking take care of everybody, Marilese being the
clown singing songs

Martin being the voice of common sense; thus we
can have a friendly get-together acting as a family
at peace; respect for each other’s words will be the
most important element of interaction from this
day on…

Come Sing Along

Tomorrow I’ll fly away, for just one day,
living a dream, the wide blue yonder is
calling again – I’ll investigate, conclude
my fate is much better than it seemed
before – and I’ll sing a song, come sing
along; be happy and strong; we’ll be
among beautiful consciousness….

Chandeliers Shine With A Million Rainbows…

The little fairy who is dreaming in translation land
is me – and the ponderous mill of the earth that
will keep it stable on its axis has not been turned
by my hands at all – oh no, I’m dreaming of friends
and ideas and reminiscences and fun in the sun
with everyone – I’ve struggled through two short
documents; now I’m staring at a LONG document
while all my thoughts have run away to seek fun
in a different domain and an empty, lonely
Southern Scribe is left to churn the ponderous
mill here under the sea of beauty where the magic
is happening – but remains invisible to my all-too-
human eyes; I sigh for deception and lies, for magic
and mayhem, for the earth wobbling on its axis
and poles changing location and all becoming
ship-shape and no molly-coddling for knackered
sailors and jolly pirates with cell-phones and
automatic guns buried Mafia-style in classic violin
cases, carried by pin-striped men with long coat-
tails while toffs and dandies are drinking all-too-
pink lemonade from long-stemmed glasses and
coloratura soprano’s hit high notes that vibrate
porcelain vases and glittering chandeliers
shine with a million rainbows…

Your lonely Southern Scribe…

The Translator Fairies

The translator fairies are hard at work,
with magic wands they change blue
documents into red; the francophones
send documents in blue which the red
Anglophones do not understand; yellow
Chinese and green Portuguese too,
pink Mandarin and sweet Kimbundo

All are fed into the magic translation
machine that changes everything, a
bewitching place of employ, what a
marvellous place where nobody
shirks their duty – except one
small fairy dreaming the day
away – shouldn’t she

Wake up and start churning the
old, ponderous mill of salt
that keeps the world
turning about?

My Home Galaxy In Another Universe

One day my ship will come, I shall return to
where I’m from, this earthly home of body
and soul will be shed, my mind growing
strong and living in space as magnetic
energy; I will be free from physical form
and limitations,

Finally breaking out of this isolation; living
a life without the ability to contact spirits
and psychics; caught in a cold left-brain
fixation, in one storey of lateral thinking
only while all forms of creativity are closed
to me –

I’m waiting for my ship to come, impatient
for life to be done, my lessons learnt;
lesson one: Never return to earth in a
reincarnational existence; lesson two,
always be honest and true, meditating
on the meaning

Of all wisdom; lesson three, choose your
parents carefully and know exactly what
you wish to learn; lesson four, which I
adore: don’t return to earth; there are a
myriad different life forms in which to
manifest intelligence

A variety of consciousness, infinite variations
of enjoyable awareness – I’m just waiting for
my ship to come, the spaceship of my planet,
my home galaxy in another universe…

By The Way, The Boks Won Yesterday

By the way, did I mention the Springboks triumphed over
the All Blacks yesterday – Saturday 12 July 2008? Maybe
you missed it, it seems so unimportant when you are not a
South African, and to a being from New Zealand it means
absolutely NOTHING – not defeat, indeed, only that the
referee was mad on his feet and the Boks played like men
demented; it only means that next time the Boks will be killed

But right now, to me it means peace in the home and joy
and delight; hubby is happy, singing like a nightingale,
all is beautiful, even the overcast weather, sport is the
barometer in my home, setting the tone for joy or pain,
hysterics or hallelujahs; I adore the Boks and their coach
when they win, while seeing each loss as a personal affront

Oh, did I mention, we won yesterday, in spite of the fact that
the referee was mad and the Boks played like lunatics –
that is, if hubby can be believed; and who am I
to question his authority?

Just see my smile – I think I smile in a superior way, but today,
I have reason to look down on the rest of the rugby world,
which doesn’t mean much in real terms, but in the eyes
of demented rugby fans, it spells the beginning and end
of the world – once again. Apocalypse was staved off
by our rugby heroes triumphant against
impossible odds!

Sending Stones Tomorrow…

Finally bought an envelope and dug out
my stones, finally put jokes and a note
together, now I shall post some stones
to Yuri tomorrow – in lieu of those she
so kindly sent me – and I found a new
use for those large cooking bags that
just fill the cupboard and seem so use-
less: Putting my old notebooks in them
before they totally disintegrate!

By the way, the Springbks won the Kiwi's
on Saturday, hubby was delirious - after
being hysterical - he thought the referee
was mad and the Boks were demented
and played like the insane - but we won,
and am I glad! It must be due to me,
seeing as how all our losses were
due to me in the past!

Louise’s Daydream

Louise was reading a book when Rudi walked in, still
wearing his spacesuit, back from an intergalactic trip;
overjoyed to see Louise again; he combed his fingers
through the silky cascades of her thick, black hair;
swung her high into the air, waltzed around with her
in his arms; kissing her lips; then putting her down,
he took out the crystals he collected on the planet
Ballyhue, crystals glowing in green and red and
yellow and blue, also unique white crystals, with
a pearly sheen - glittering with a million diamond
faces; crystals so pure and wonderful that when he
struck them with a tuning fork, they reverberated
in clear and beautiful tones

Louise was entranced, eyes shining bright; while
she fingered them in awe, Rudi demanded a reward
for the bounty he had brought, he said she had to
ransom the crystals from him by surrendering
her mind and body and heart to him; he gathered
Louise into his arms and carried her to bed; she
laughed and tried to tell him all about the book she
read; but he listened not; kissed her words away and
whispered her mind right into a Wonderland where
only love holds sway – so it was on the next day,
when Louise got to play with the lovely fine-tuned
crystals, that he got to read her account of all the
books she read while he was away…

Wake up Louise, it is time to get ready to leave, say
goodbye to your uncle and aunt and nieces - I looked
up, Rudi was standing there minus the spacesuit, but
still handsome in my eyes, I smiled – reality is better
than any dream I’ve dreamt….

Set My Soul Free

I love the pictures of fairies in my encyclopedia
published before the Second World War, when
Word War I was referred to as The Big War -
and the Milky Way was the only galaxy

I grew up with an archaic world view filled with
fairies and dragons and dreams - but that made
my discoveries of modern astronomy and quantum
physics all that more enchanting

When I discovered the lavishly illustrated Time
Life Books in the library - when I finally discovered
how big the universe - and read many alternative
theories on its origin

And the black molasses called dark matter & dark
energy holding all together - I was overjoyed; the
little world of my youth was only illusionary - the
multiverse is still growing bigger

And more theories on EVERYTHING are surfacing
daily; though I still fall into the Black Hole lurking
in my mind; I always find new alternative theories
within infinite probabilities

And another Wu-Li Master Dance of non-substantial,
highly charged, electromagnetic energy - to
pull up my spirit and
set my soul free!

Conferring With Fairies And Crocodiles

Alice greeted the visiting ladybird most
cordially, it was a moment of quantum
magic, with the faster-than-light speed
of a tachyon, I left this earthly abode
to join Alice in wonderland, conferring
with fairies and crocodiles…

A Confession of Depression

A picture of a unicorn, a picture of a dream,
an animal from mythology – one I’d like as
my patronus; I wish he were with me today
to keep my brain waves safe, one to keep the
trolls away who invade my brain and make
it impossible to get anything done; even my
story fades until there is none, I am more
alone in my head than before, it is an awful
existential experience, reminds me of the
situations of pestilence described in Sartre’s
stage plays, characters sinking into garbage
cans; I am waiting for Godot to come and
safe the day – Godot never came; only Wayne
Dyer’s book with me with its assurances of
our godly nature – mine has turned Vogon;
I have none of that godly feeling one with
positive all-encompassing loving spirit; in a
bid to see all problems as non-existent I tried
to smile and socialize – it did not work, I’m
sad to say; my Vogon poetry led to readers
feeling bereaved of good philosophy; I
apologise especially to my main detractor
who saw through the thin veneer of my sham
humanity, right to the crocodile underneath…

Swallowed By A Dragon Myself

I’m not interested in your shenanigans, I’m
not interested in anything, I don’t care to fight
monsters and dragons, it pretty much feels as
if I have been swallowed by a dragon myself

I’m inside the dragon, wallowing in the blackness
of dragon intestines and combing through the mine
of spiritual wisdom I’ve stored in my mind whenever
I’ve been bored enough to dig for pearls of insight

But though I try with all my might to take off in flight
into a new spiritual life; all I see in my mind’s eye is
the scenes enacted by my characters who have been
living in strife, even their shenanigans fail to elicit

A chuckle from me – so who is watching whom, am I
the observer or the victim, why don’t I laugh at the fun
my characters create in the story unfolding in my head;
why do they act independently of the me who is thinking

That I’m not interested in their shenanigans, am I not
interested in me? - if not - and the work on my table is
growing more wearying and immaterial by the minute -
where did my spirit go, is my body ill, or is it my mind

Who is on the blink as Wayne Dyer indicates? Maybe a
new edition of the Spanish Inquisition would be the only
viable solution to the existential dilemma of withdrawal
and depression in lack of interest in existential being

And consciousness aware of sensory stimuli – although,
to me, this is dragon-time, empty of meaning, empty of
me, I’m lost without my spirit, does the soul still exist;
if it does, it has become a dragon itself, swallowing

Time and meaning, devouring space and being, leaving
only empty space where I used to be…

Looking At An Ice Fantasy

Looking at an Ice Fantasy, knowing I have
no energy, reading a promise - there is a
solution to every problem and the question
should be How may I serve thee - and not
Gimme, gimme, gimme - I have no energy

How may I serve thee, I’m not asking gimme
more energy; if I could meditate, calm my
mind and look within, I would plug my mental
socket into spiritual energy; right now I’m
plugged into physical reality; it’s boring and

Humanbeingdom doesn’t mean anything to
me; How may I serve thee? – I don’t give a
damn, I feel fatigued and sleepy, have not
made contact with the spiritual being within
me, maybe it has deserted to another planet

Where more fun is to be had; in my office all
is quiet – the only excitement is in my mind
where an Ice Fantasy is coming alive; How
may I serve thee…

Wayne W. Dyer “There is a Spiritual Solution To Every Problem”

Love And Best Wishes Rudi

For the Farm.

I will forward you 100.000 Euro
for the down payment on the farm
You just go and pick out one -
A hundred hectares, for me is fine!

I'd love a lake, failing that a stream
later on if we wanted a swamp
We'd encourage some beavers in.
Any kind of shack will do

How does that sound to you?

Love and best wishes Rudi!

A letter from Rudi to Louise, her reply:

Rudi, I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE you!