I am about to have a lunch with a very special poet. He called once after being told by several people that hes got to meet me. I was also told to connect with him. Usually it is a very annoying thing to be told that because you never know what the person is trying to say. The implication always seems to be this person is more awesome than you or what? haha, anyway, he finally calls and boy was I glad he called! He was poetry and indeed I could safely say that I am not a poet. When he called I had been in a foul mood. I could not imagine anything worse than a phone call from a stranger when Eskom had also left us without lights. I answered that call so reluctantly but somewhere during the conversation I was transported to poetry paradise. A place where you can literally live on water and poetry and you would be happy. A place I tried hard to tell him should not be. So off to my lunch I go!
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 10:07:59 +0000
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