Saturday, July 23, 2022

Run Beloved, Run...


 Khahliso Matela Video Poem

Noluthando! Noluthando! He angrily calls after she who beheld love. 

Yet, when a malevolent voice yells that name in such wry animosity and repudiation, how contradictory and deprecating it is for the beloved who is running away in terror?

In densely contrasted imagery, a face and bulging eyes a woman sleeks through glaring paleness of a void, as though encased in a dream-room made of powdery oval walls, through which she aught find an escape.

This face, and semblance of her frightened demeanour, embodies the continued tyranny against femininity as expressed by misogynistic social systems still playing a great part in our everyday lives.

This video poem is a meditation on a moment expressing pent up menace of rage, the menace of the male gaze and an interpretation of masculine antimony towards fragility, how maleness seen solely expressed by terrifying womanhood to express its virile stature.

A Poem Of Sorts In July

Hinted conflicts of a sundered soul 

Forge multiple personas and a vessel 

That navigates between disparate languages 

And ambiguities embedded in scenes of squalor,

Whistling dirges for mounting a serpent of time

Numbly without shield or sword.


Delving into the unpredictability of lived horrors and

Palpable tensions of salvaging wrecks from entangled memories,

What thoughtless wastage of an unnatural order, what 

Breathless fatalism of a new skirmish with dreams of fraternity?


Standing stolid and worn, razing blades of grass

For a furnace brimful of flames in wild waves of peril,

Why blaze a scream when licked by fiery tongues

Sharply scolding like lessons of childhood?