Monday, March 23, 2015

scriptorium: थे Exile कुक Book

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

थे Exile कुक Book

Dear Friends and Family

As the years have gone by here in South Africa, I have often made dishes that remind me of our friends and family, following in my parent’s footsteps, as they collected recipes from home before they went into exile in Denmark. We all still use that little faded and stained handwritten brown book, my mother began before 1978…which continued to be filled with recipes from the people we met over the years in Denmark and Tanzania. When I think back upon our childhood in Denmark, I remember Keld’s soups, our Chilean friends homemade mayo, Maria’s Mediterranean spread, Linda’s Frikadeller, Aunty Joyce’s Eable kage, just to mention a few. I guess cooking these dishes now, are a way to stay connected and to remember you by…also it has become a way to bring the past and my childhood into the present, through recreating the taste and smells we remember from the smells met in your kitchen and in ours, marking everyday rituals, a shared meal, a special event, most of all the smells, taste and textures that has come to define who we are. Our kitchen, food and eating culture is saturated by the relationships we forged with people and even to the extent of our (my families and my own) political solidarity. In many ways our menu can be read as a map of belonging, love, friendship and solidarity with people and places. To celebrate these relationships and to reflect the poetics of politics and love through food, I would like you to participate in a joint project to submit any food recipe, a meal, an anecdote you have shared with us or that have come to influence your life, memory or thought in anyway. I imagine that the end product will be presented in the form of a book that is a combination of how we remember you and you remember us…reciprocated in recipes.


Please write to me about your experience to
I accept anything from a few lines to a paragraph or even a short story. I will try and conduct interviews with those of you who for some reason cannot send me written submissions through skype when I get this installed. But I would very much like written submission, in Danish or English.
I am not working with any budget, but will try apply for one. If anyone knows how these things work or who to apply to, or have any suggestions, please let me know.

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Sunday, March 14, 2010


Saturday, June 07, 2008


been a long time…
Not because I don’t want to write…but I seem to have been forced to stay away…due to my own conservative sensibilities. Can u believe I realized its just me not wanting to be judged.
Eish…how pathetic!!!!!

Well, I guess they did a better job on me than I care to admit. I thought I escaped the lobotomy induced by socialization………education and all the other bullshit…but here I am…and all I want is respectability in society. Ouch! How fxxkng boooring…and as I write this my chest is tightening and my heart beating faster….its (gasp) so damn atrocious!

I really don’t want to be them…those righteous anal fxxkups, but im tired of fighting them. Sometimes I consider just getting married and baking him beautiful cupcakes with pink frosted icing, but anything with ‘him’ is just damn complicated…so much so that I don’t know if I even want it….I feel so damn defeated.
I recon with my self that I would be far better of knowing that ‘he’ would be there in all his brutish masculinity when the scabenga’s are on the prowl…thing is its quite hard to discern who gets away with the biggest loot….

Damn..i just rubbed chilli’s in my eye and im seeing double through a sheet of tears running from my left eye…ofcourse this has nothing to do with my broken heart, nor the half bottle of gin and tots of saki I have managed to consume on this Friday evening…


Tuesday, May 27, 2008

man...i dont know what's happening anymore. the leval of violence is overwhelming. My friend and fellow artist Gabisile Nkosi was shot in the early hours of this morning by her boyfriend. he shot her despite knowing that she is a mother...her son is twelve. Its so damn meaningless.

Jan Jordan wrote this in memory of Gabi.

It's with a great sense of loss that Art for Humanity (AFH) reports
the tragic death of celebrated KZN artist, Gabisile Nkosi in the early
hours of this morning, 27 May 2008.

Born in 1974 in Umlazi, Durban Gabisile had built a significant career
as an artist in her short life. She received her BTech in Fine Art
from the Durban University of Technology in 2002. Thereafter Gabisile
was based at the Caversham Centre for Artists and Writers in the
KwaZulu-Natal Midlands facilitating printmaking workshops with
well-known artists and local communities.

Gabisile was involved with AFH for almost 10 years with her
participation in two of AFH's print portfolio projects. In 2000,
Gabisile contributed a linocut, "Break the Silence" which discouraged
the practice of polygamy in rural areas to AFH's "Break the Silence"
HIV/Aids awareness print portfolio. In her artist statement, Gabisile
emphasized the important role art plays in advocating social issues,
"If you want to get a message across, it's better to do a colourful
visual rather than text. As an artist, I feel privileged to play a
role in HIV/Aids awareness through the medium of visual art."

Her print was then flighted on billboards at taxi ranks and train
stations around the country as part of the billboard advocacy campaign
and her participation in this project received a lot of attention from
radio stations and the local Zulu communities as her work confronted
controversial issues.

From this point, Gabisile's career took off and her work has been seen
in several group and solo exhibitions in South Africa and abroad. She
was particularly interested in the therapeutic effects of art making
and in 2005 she collaborated with Cape-Town based poet Mavis Smallberg
on AFH's "Women for Children" print portfolio. Gabisile strongly
advocated women's rights in her linocut, "Sisterhood". In her artist
statement she gave a personal account of her experiences and

"As a female artist who has personally experienced domestic violence,
it is my privilege to contribute to this campaign. This image is about
the power of sisterhood. It derives from a trauma that my son and I
experienced in 1998, an abusive relationship which left scars on both
of our lives.

Through the support of my metaphorical sisters, I found joy and
strength. Instead of breaking under the pain, I decided to confront it
as a challenge for a brighter future - for all children have the right
to a happy mother no matter how much heavy baggage may weigh.

This image stresses the importance for domestic abuse victims to
engage in dialogue and to find relevant ways of dealing with these
situations. The repeating arms represent the different spirits which
support me. The flying dresses symbolise the many roles I play as a
woman – as daughter, as mother and father to my son, as a leader in my
community. All women and children deserve to celebrate life."

Gabisile also received art awards and prizes, during and after her
studies. Amongst many other collections her work is also included in
the permanent collection of the Durban Art Gallery, South Africa.

AFH treasures the opportunity of having worked with Gabisile. She made
such a powerful impact with her capacity as an artist and as an
educator in numerous communities. Her passion, kindness and commitment
to helping others through art inspired and touched many lives. We will
miss you Gabi.

Monday, September 03, 2007

In my craft or sullen art

In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.

-Dylan Thomas

I also am maadly baadly in luuuvvv with the words of Patti Smith

"Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
meltin' in a pot of thieves
wild card up my sleeve
thick heart of stone
my sins my own
they belong to me, me"


scriptorium: BODY OF EVIDENCE

Saturday, August 18, 2007


Recently I have been receiving spam that is coherent, entertaining and witty...its even corny........Am I loosing my mind?

Is there any one else that has conversations with their spam? I need to get out of virtual reality and back into the real world...

Some faults are so closely allied to qualities that it is difficult to weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue. There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths. Christianity is completed Judaism or it is nothing. Accidents, try to change them -- it's impossible. The accidental reveals man. There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war. Nothing can add more power to your life than concentrating all your energies on a limited set of targets. Business today consists in persuading crowds. Besides pride, loyalty, discipline, heart, and mind, confidence is the key to all the locks. With so much information now online, it is exceptionally easy to simply dive in and drown. Live always in the best company when you read. Don't wait. The time will never be just right. Like dreams, small creeks grow into mighty rivers. The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.