"If I could write. Even then, melancholy would take possession of me. Wearily, I take the path to the river, there in the cool to fill my being with the sounds of my sister-being, to refresh myself in the modest scents of pigeonwood and mitzeerie, to let my gaze end in a tangle of monkey ropes and fern arches and the slowly descending leaves, and to find rest, all day long, all night long."
(from The Expedition to the Baobab Tree, by Wilma Stockenström, translated by J.M. Coetzee, Archipelago Books 2014)
…getting excited for EVEN NOW, a collection of poems by Hugo Claus, coming in November!