Rise On Marzipan

Nutcracker Ballet: French Marzipan

I’m dangerously, totally addicted to sugar, started
this morning with a killer headache - neck skew -
head a steel grey clamp constricting earth - then
I shuffled, lurched and stomped to a shop to buy
3 big chocolate bars with toffee, peppermint crisp
and crisped rice, ate half of each & the headache
left like the devil upon meeting arch-angel Gabriel

Maybe this is not addiction, just casting out the bitter
pain-spirits by chocolate sweet, all attempts to wean
me failed - this is a sign that my guardian angels are
called by the delight of chocolates - I shall no longer
fight this strange need for something chocolaty and
sweet - so be it, it’s my survival kit & has been since
I was a kid and ate sugar by the handful; life to me

Was an unbearably bitter medicine and a spoonful
of sugar was never enough to help the medicine go
down as I needed mountains of sugar to help me
through the travails of reality, my vision is to rise
on Marzipan and Sugar Plum…

Nutcracker Ballet: French Marzipan



Nutcracker Ballet: Spanish Chocolate

Row Downstream

Inspired & enthusiastic, face blushing in the
surge of adrenaline evoked by the dream of
peace in Israel and Palestine, I’m perspiring
while my head feels hot to the touch with heat
rising from my scalp – at least, so it seems –
and I turn around to find my hapless colleague
turned on her heater to defrost her frozen feet

I have to cool down and move a chair into the
opening between us, switch on my small air-
con, spray water in my face – gloating, this
is a perfect example of different people living
together in peace, solving problems caused
by our attempts to survive: she and I should
be ambassadors explaining to a wondering

World how to be unique, hot and cold - yet live
in peace without compromise, she has her heat
in the open-plan & I have freezing conditions in
the same place – & when noise levels increase
in decibels - I am saved by Bert Kaempfert and
Ivan Rebroff in earphones; Dalida when looking
into Palestine, I sing Havah Nagilah by myself

And when life becomes oppressive, Mozart Piano
Concerto No 21 Andante and Maria Callas as the
Queen of the Night singing it better than anyone
else, Bach’s Ave Maria passionately till I wipe my
eyes furtively, the nostalgic Cent Mille Chansons
by Frida Boccara, Saint-Saëns Carnival; the Nut-
cracker for flashing inspiration – we have a true

Democracy as everyone listens to what they love
on earphones and snap! the job becomes a dream
in which we row downstream…

A Peaceful Future [C]

Douglas Altabef says the two-state solution is
dead, viva the quest for peace - Israel is freed
from living Einstein's definition of insanity: to
do the same things over and over still expecting
different results as the Palestinian leadership will
forever refuse to accept a sovereign Jewish state

Let's pursue peace & improve economic condi-
tions for Palestinians, enhancing their quality of
life - trampled by a corrupt Palestine leadership
maintaining fiefdoms as people want better jobs,
housing & future prospects - to be granted under
the auspices of Israeli sovereignty; just look at

The progress in Palestine literacy & lower infant
mortality in Judea & Samaria under Israeli control
where Arab citizens enjoy benefits & autonomy -
the benign sovereign offers peace as Palestinian
Authority rejects autonomy in order to exploit their
subjects for political advantage in their fiefdoms

Israeli control over Civilian Administration of Judea
& Samaria will bring housing & industry: the Emirate
Model's limited autonomy might also be debated by a
large number of Palestinian voices - free; though the
fascist Left might demonise in anti-Israel hostility -
let us rejoice in our freedom to create a better and

Peaceful future for everyone: Israeli & Palestinian!

Role of Sophisticate

A gift from the gods for spreading my love of fairies:
a colleague doesn’t know Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker:
Swwets: Spanish Chocolate, Arabian Coffee, Chinese
Tea & Russian Candy Cane, French Marzipan and

Mother Ginger with the Mirlitons, she hasn’t marvelled
at the Sugar Plum Fairy, nor does she know Verdi’s La
Traviata - Barcarolle will blow her away - sensory over-
load my recommending “Mary Poppins”, “My Fair Lady”

“Bedknobs & Broomsticks” and Fairy Tales, Tom Thumb,
what a treasure is waiting for her clear mind– what a joy
to discover all this for the first time! – and I found a new
fairy tale based on Goethe’s well-known Faustian theme

The best, cleverest man on earth selling his soul to the
devil for 30 years of prosperity, afterwards to go down
& spend eternity with the devil, congratulating himself
the devil will appreciate his wit and use his ingenuity

Just to discover to his eternal chagrin he sold his clever
soul an idiot: the devil is a witless fool, so continuing in
the bitter knowledge eternally that he, the cleverest and
most loved man on earth sold his soul to a silly buffoon

Such lovely irony – what a world of discovery waits to
be processed through the prism of my colleague’s so
open mind without preconceptions and assumptions
to mar her enjoyment in fairies & magic - as well as

Find symbols, parables and give meaning to “The Red
Dancing Shoes”, “Snow White and Rose Red” and “The
Emperor’s Nightingale - I can’t wait to see these scenes
reflected on her impressionable mind - with the force

Of a torrential storm - or maybe not, it depends on taste
after all – and I can play the role of sophisticate who
accepts the ennui of an ingénue with aplomb, I think…

Sinking Into Oblivion [Rev]

French criminal cases accompanied by Barcarolle
Tales of Hoffmann against the rapid machine-gun
voices of my indefatigable colleagues; then ballet:
Nutcracker Suite Divertissement which I redesign
for small children in long rows dressed as fairies,
goblins, flowers with green stalks goose-stepping

In time with the music - flowers opening petals in
circular movements, up, down & around my work
station I go, enacting the scenes; rewriting stilted
French sentences in between, finally finished and
after handing over my magnum opus, a flowering
& end result of my translation genius, the fatigue

From last night of watching James Bond movies
showing non-stop on one TV channel, becomes
overwhelming & the dancing images disappear -
it’s only me here, my brain blinking out in a steel
clamp tightening until I give up completely and
decide to quietly die - sinking into oblivion…

The Right Frequency

Mother Abbess and Sister Self-Righteous sit quietly
at their desks, industriously applying focused minds
to their texts - serenely going through their routines,
angelically occupied – while I fly around like a bat:
first to pester Sister Abbess, then flirting up & down
in my work station changing flowers & drinking tea

Then over to Ntsoaki to show her Princess stickers
representing Susan Sto Helit with which I covered
my book Soul Music; our Director passes and asks
what I’m doing so I show him the words of my guru:
we should establish contact with the broadcasting
station of our origin so all other frequencies will be

Clear for successful relations with colleagues - he
laughs and wanders off, finally I’m forced to face my
French Rogatary Commission text after completing
the Language Museum commemorating the start of
Afrikaans, though it was first written in Arabic script,
I’m delighted since I recommended Arabic should

Become Lingua Franca in Africa… now I must force
my Alien Mind to return to French Courts & criminals;
my guru’s advice, tell a new story about life, means
I’m casting about for a new description of my under-
ground existence - oops, after securing my mouse
with lime-green cloths, my frozen water bottle topples

And I have to apologise to Sister Strictly Self-Righteous
who questions my sanity, though all knows this is only
attention deficit disorder, it manifests as I’m on an eternal
quest to colour in the grey framework of reality and fill it
with song – listening to a Mozart’s concerto over & over
experiencing how my soul rests in the right frequency…

Lovingly Smother

Sister Self-Righteous interrogates delinquent me
on the noises emanating from my work station, the
mouse falling from the box to lift it high enough for
me standing, not sitting, at my do-it-yourself table
made from a large piece of strong carton balanced
on 2 home-made reinforced boxes to lift the key-
board for typing while standing, and a third box

For the text I’m working on, Sister Self-Righteous is
a totally dedicated, moral and ethical phenomenon,
so much so I’m against self-congratulating ethics, my
inner Meg-Cabot-Juvenile-Heroine explodes onto the
scene and makes terrible remarks in my head: What
Does Sister Perfect & Self-Righteous Expect, Should
I Commit Hara-Kiri Just Because I Can’t Sit Down ON

The Torture Instrument They Call a Chair around Here –
I wish I were Susan Sto Helit to stop time and clobber
the immobile Sister Self-Righteous, preferably breaking
her fingers so she can never invade my space with her
noisy typing, attacking the keys as if she were sending
Morse code in WWII, but hey, I’m not Susan, so as a
Meg-Cabot-Clone I would like to lovingly smother

Sister Self-Righteous with a Blue Fantasy Blanket until
she joins the Saints where she belongs with her Halo
alight & self-righteousness no longer seems like spite…

[17 February 2017]

Scalloped Scales [Rev]

A stream of clear Mozart notes is flowing through
my head - the cool water calming my senses, then
running up and down on the chromatic & scalloped
scales finally leaves my soul on the edge; now I am
lost in the sensory overload of the Dancing Series
recorded at home and a new cell-phone to cradle
the Internet-world in my hands, suddenly watching

The Nutcracker ballet on its miniscule screen, like a
childhood dream of a gold-embossed card becoming
a Magic Flute to visit exotic new places - & the phone
takes me everywhere; to calm down I adorn my ‘Soul
Music’ book - Death trying to forget and Imp Y Celyn
playing Sioni Bod Da - Susan crying for the first time –
with Escapism’s magical blue Fairy Tale Stickers

The threat of a move to a seedy part of old Pretoria
is resurrected & tenders from illiterates lead to tragi-
comedy in legislation - as self-confident, headstrong
officials steam-roller ahead - blissfully unaware that
translators need to read and spell in 2 languages at
least; my livid colleagues spewing fire while I - with
the nonchalance of the traditional public servant -

Drift in insouciance down administration’s long, dark
tunnel carried on clear, rolling notes which obliterate
the sharp stones of stark reality - in the shimmering
silver rings of the sun’s kindness and peace…

[15&16/02/2017]

A Piece Of Net [R2]

A blue top with a thin silver stripe and a white net
“coverlet” softening my outline and creating a halo
effect, this is exquisite and I fly a few feet above the
ground; with a silver shiny watch, genie-silhouette &
an updated cell-phone I’m a different person, dainty
like a fairy, doing work for Bioko Island where every-
body speaks Pichi, all this in a letter to our President

A sixteen-year old ghost-sleuth from my book fills me
with confidence as I read about her adventures in the
first person, feels like I entered her mind and feel and
think like her - it’s lovely to be so confident, it would be
super to lead other people & take them to new heights
threatening those in need of discipline; yet my mind
doesn’t function there, all I want to do is lose myself

In this heroine - feeling confident in a piece of net…

In The Same Way [Rev]

European statesmen debate ‘occupied territories’ in Israel
altho Europe harbours colonial relics like Corsica invaded
by France in 1768 - after 250 years Corsica yearns for its
independence of Paris’ attempts to Frenchify the island;
Catalonia, separate nation with its own language, desires
independence from Spain after 3 centuries occupation;

Falklands taken from Argentina by England, a continuing
colonial occupation; Norway seized 2.7 million square km
of Antarctica simply because they were there 1st - BUT an
independent Palestine’s NEVER existed in all of history;
Palestinian Arabs don’t have their own culture, language,
nor excel in science or the cultivation of land - & Jewish

Culture PREDATES the founding of Islam by 1,500 years
in Judea & Samaria, Jewish civilisation’s cradle-heartland:
Israel has a moral, historical, theological & military right to
be - maybe Israel should send human rights monitors to
Corsica & Catalonia to prevent European powers from
trampling on rights of the indigenous residents - and to

Denounce ongoing European occupation of many places
around the world; maybe Israel need treat Europe exactly
the way Europe treats Israel!

What Shall We Do [R]

A suppressed September 11 story: the Islamic
supremacist terrorist attacks were celebrated -
the massacre of 3,000 people delighted some
Muslim Americans, a story censored lest it led
to violence against ‘peaceful’ Muslims

Al-Qaida posing as a fringe-movement ideology
of Islam; the terms ‘jihad, Islamic, Islamism and
terrorism’ were banned; ‘War on Terror’ became
‘Overseas Contingency Operations’, and the FBI
was forbidden to investigate the various

Radical Islam breeding grounds - surveillance
replaced with ‘Countering Violent Extremism’,
Islamists were given federal support in hopes
that when empowered, they’d reject violence;
well, this rationale for silence on radical Islam

Is admirable, but flawed: this problem can’t be
solved by being ignored, it expands as terrorists
just need bigoted supremacist ideology to cause ;
much harm - the 19 terrorists of 9/11 have been
celebrated by Muslims everywhere:

The Middle East, the US and the West, Islamic
State recruits Muslims world-wide over the ‘net
& directs them to attack, claiming it’s right to
murder infidels: Trump’s 90-day ban on entry
from Syria, Iraq, Libya, Iran, Somalia, Sudan

And Yemen, is insufficient to quell the threat
in America repressed by the politically correct,
‘Virtual terrorism’ under ISIS might become
even more deadly in the future and –
what shall we do then?

Sacred Phenomenon [Rev]

The world lives by a policy of ‘cut off your
nose to spite your face’ persecuting Israel,
the source of advantageous technology
and useful scientific discovery

Since the people of ‘Palestine’ martyr their
own people - hiding behind civilians while
fighting to blame casualties on Israel, the
nation winning Nobel prizes

And changing ‘Palestine’ from dry desert in-
to fertile land, becoming a technology hub
of ‘startups’ which are working on assisting
humanity- but NO, the world prefers to

Destroy the nation from which these wonders
come, rather let us suffer ourselves than allow
Israel to shine through their ethical sense
and respect for life - which awakens the

Conscience of the corrupt openly living by a
the rule that life is worthless unless politicians
can profit by it: Israel’s unwavering devotion
to improving moral worth, accuses the world

Of moral deficiency, thus to live easy, the corrupt
leaders kill those who remind them they devour
everything in their lust for power and wealth &
no life has intrinsic value for them

Only life that is exploited for a practical purpose
has meaning, otherwise life shall be destroyed:
while Israel applies the dictum that ALL LIFE
is a SACRED phenomenon…

Do Better Tomorrow…[R]

Finally it has happened - I fell asleep on my
desk at work snoring loudly, luckily no work
but today I failed myself, I’m strong enough
normally to walk or go to a restaurant - and
today I was so somnolent, all self-discipline
failed - when falling asleep in French class I
fell forwards and woke up immediately

My positive Internet site says we are free to
dream of things or experiences we want, so
what experience am I dreaming about? Ah,
yes, unconditional love, the ability to give it
& receive – it’s an eternal dream coming in
so many variations, I can dream it forever,
stories about protagonists who find spiritual

And mental growth without gossip as its main
plot ending in fear: my life orbits around all of
the uplifting books & gurus who explain we’re
free to determine how we live our lives - happy
or depressed… this is where I’ll end - & feeling
drowsiness still advancing, I had better start
walking to be happily awake, hoping that I’ll

Do better tomorrow…

Slow, Low-key

A slow, low-key war has been instigated by jihadist
Islam, Iran already fired its twelfth missile since the
Obama nuclear deal; the previous 3 generations of
American administrations supported Israeli enemies

Trump doesn’t follow standard PLO policy indicating
Israel is free to defeat its enemies: al-Qaida, Hamas,
ISIS, Hezbollah and Iran - threatening not only Israel
but the whole wide world, everyone, you & me also

Trump wants to win this war for America & Western
Freedom against Muslim Fundamentalism, Israel is
an important ally & the PLO is right to be hysterical,
this is the exciting state of affairs in February 2017!

[PLO = Palestine Liberation Organization]

[8 February 2017]

Celestial Efficiency

Luckily Mother Abbess will never be without a job, to
keep this Postulant humble and on my knees begging
the Heavenly Father to take me away because I’m too
sinful and simple to live, to do all this, the saintly Mother
Abbess changes every piece of work I submit

If I use her previous version or that of Bitter Little Miss
Lemon, she changes it to a different version; if I use her
different version she changes it to her previous version,
the same with Sister Strangelove, when I relate literally
she changes the text into idiomatic lines and when I use

The right idioms, she changes it to literal translation, now
standing here realising how very SWEET and BRILLIANT
the sisters in our little convent, my heart dissolves and
grows tender at the thought of how hard they work and
compete to keep my soul from perdition and my mind

From sinful pride, my body from normal health through
worry about what I’ll do wrong next, how they sacrifice
their time to think up tests to keep me in a steady state
of confession; these sisters so elevated, so far above
my humble state, I can only stare and admire

Their celestial efficiency, their halos blazing forth in a
golden light of loving guidance for this little Candide,
this lowly Postulant forever to believe this is the best
possible world there is….

Laughs At Me

A small figure, a Pixie hairstyle, a bigger smile than
when embittered at work, shrunken but happy with
her kind brother Ockert explaining nobody dies, we
are consciousness encased in bodies temporarily,
when the body has been worn out we shall cast it
away to continue existence in non-physical spheres

Alet is delighted to hear this and her mood is positive,
no more chemo for now though there is the threat of
toxic cells in the lungs – the darn oncologists would
probably give her more poison until she wheezes &
the overeager surgeons would cut off her legs and
arms to keep possible cancer at bay - and maybe

Cut off her nose and cheekbones also - as long as
she lives, maybe remove her stomach, liver & spleen;
they’re all unnecessary as long as the heart beats &
she breathes, even if only with the help of an oxygen
tube; at least she is kept pain-free and laughs at me…

Feel Safe

There are seventeen cross streets to pass on my way
to Alet, the only colleague who reads my poetry; not
to lose courage and turn too soon or too late, I shall
memorise the last 7 street names: Fred Nicholson -
where Mother grew up; Hertzog, the long ago South
African President; Louis Trichardt, the Dutch Settler
who led an ox-wagon group to a new life - far from
the regime in the Cape; Meyer, an old school friend,
Naudé, surname of Wena Naudé, an actress in the
Seventies who visited our school

Then De Beer, I have no reference for it BUT it’s the
final one in which to turn right into Eleventh Street &
turn left - there I’ll find my colleague; suddenly Sister
Self-Righteous strikes and takes the paper from me:
‘You don’t need all this, it’s too confusing, just follow
my lead – into Steve Biko, keep in the second lane
from the right, where the road splits turn right & there
you are, as easy as THAT - ignoring my explanations
that street names make me feel safe as I lost my way
without street names to guide my car

I drove past the café where my colleagues gathered
& ended up in a shopping centre parking garage from
which I couldn’t escape - without street names I feel
bewildered; quietly this postulant dug up the paper &
repeated the street names ignoring the brilliant advice
Sister Self-Righteous gave trying to take over my life,
yet THIS postulant still goes her own way…

Not Too Late

With the audacity of superiority Sister Strangelove
decreed the client is wrong to be in a hurry for the
Fall Armyworm and I agree, my friend Wormwood
of CS-Lewis fame surely knows it with devilish glee
and it’s too late to fix it, the Fall Armyworm is come
to the southern part of Africa to add to the fun of
subsisting in a strange land, postulant-me quickly
finished the text with a wide grin as Fall Armyworm

Falls so nice on the tongue, the possible presence
of the Fall Armyworm is a source of great anxiety
to the client, but DAFF is daft to think that Sister
Strange-Love will put herself out for such a simple
task when she’s involved in really important things
like the Third World War as a Doomsday Prepper
expecting the Armageddon of the Planet Niburu’s
appearance or the Final Solution for Africa’s woes

Chasing the White Tribe and getting on with eating
and selling the continent to the highest bidder in
China or Russia then siding with Robert Mugabe
sitting in a Zimbabwean ruin of a perfectly dead
economy - writing official songs about destruction
wrought by the white tribe to the sad effect that the
Indigenous People cannot fix anything & must sell
mineral deposits on the Ruling’s Class’ behalf only

And now a French Import Permit for Cameroon –
maybe it’s not too late for Africa to bloom…

Saintly Sisters

It’s amazing that the Killer Sisters Self-Righteous
and Strange-Love know they are Infallible and
possess Ineffable Information that can never be
accessed by little Postulants like me, they can
even tell me HOW my eyes perceive regardless
of my own experience, they contradict everything
I claim because they know best, I’m just a happy-
go-lucky Candide who can only regard these two
Prodigies with admiration as all arcane, esoteric
&mystic knowledge is at their fingertips and their

Hard-working hands and clear minds know of no
obstacle they can’t overcome, to be near them
is to experience Magnetic Rays of Supernatural
Ability and all that’s left is to genuflect and fall
on one’s stomach as subjects did in the Musical
The King of Siam and - I let down my guard and
our Chief saw my glasses fastened with Prestik
to my nose, he appealed to the Occult Sisters
to confirm that I looked like a clown and they,
blessed be their saintly presence, kindly smiled

And condescended to explain to little me that it’s
impossible for my sight to improve by pushing
my reading glasses higher up on my nose and
keep it there with Prestik, my explanation of
the effect of Lasik-treatment firmly rejected as
the ravings of a lunatic and after their kindness
in explaining my idiot theory away, turned back
to their desks in a great show of industriousness,
suitably impressed I turned back also - secretly
adjusting glasses again since the magnificence

Of their magnanimous beneficence failed to
change my eyesight, I do not blame them for
my failing to comply with their diagnosis of
reality, a foolish clown like me is just a little
postulant who knows nothing, a Candide who
can’t satisfy the Saintly Sisters of our Sanctuary


[Tuesday 2 February 2017

The Saintly Killer Sisters told ME what’s going on with
my eyes, wiping every sensation and observation I have
and have made, from the table – they know best and always
will. Isn’t it great to be Candide admiring their
Ineffable Presence?]

Light Of Integrity

Muslim Extremists declared war on the West,
jihadists launch attacks in Europe & America,
suicide bombers enjoying themselves as they
will wake up in Paradise with their Virgins

Politicians fear the immigration ban will alert
Muslim Jihadists the US knows it’s involved
in an undercover war to defend the hard-won
democratic right to dignity & freedom

Politicians want to ignore the religious war fought
by Muslim groups hoping they will destroy them-
selves, or Israel might win the war against them,
then politicians can call Israel the villain

And destroy their Jewish saviours to ensure no-
one knows of their cowardice, claiming all know-
how discovered through Israel’s devotion to
Justice and Truth, for themselves

Politicians trample the common people and hate
Israel for their ideal of honouring ALL people ir-
respective of race & class, & destroy everything
based on Honour and Integrity, it’s an

Abomination to serve an invisible God who knows
the corruption in politicians who detest holiness;
defending their exploitation of humanity, by saying
THEY are blessed with Kingship

Israel’s defence of Love & Wisdom against cynical,
self-serving political ideals, means Israel is against
political injustice & Israel’s genius illuminates the
fraud perpetrated by greedy politicians

Who bury their guilt & destroy everything good,
the Muslim creed exterminates mankind’s best
qualities by suppressing ALL freedom – while
Israel elevates the Good of wisdom & loyalty

Politicians usurp the right to life & reject justice,
inveighing against wise and loving governance:
killing wise men who criticise their avarice, and
claim that America is not at war with anyone

Even though Muslim Jihadists declared war on
everyone, politicians can flee destruction un-
leashed while we little people cannot escape
the suicide bombs - WE are NOT at war

Politicians tweet from their Ivory Towers: Now a
message came from Trump Tower, let’s protect
the right of all people to be free from immoral
Jihadists driven by fanatics using religion to

Justify killings - driven by Muslim envy of the
bright light of integrity shining in Israel…