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Volume 1. A poet in disorder
Volume 2. The Advocate
Volume 3. Die Vierkleur
Volume 4. Exodus
Volume 5. Armed Justice
Volume 6. Schizophrenics
Volume 7. Hooglanders & Laaglanders
Volume 8. Kinderjare
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Book Review
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POETIC
Why a poet, why indeed
Man of merit, Man in need
sowing morals like orchid seed
cultivating their country's masses in need.
History has enlightened the poet's deed
there's always a revolution for the poet's creed
the poet at work never to be seen
all the work is readily quoted
but it's heart rarely seen.
AN AFRICAN DREAM
I am raised from the African dust
no matter my culture,
no matter my creed.
I am a soldier
and in my hand is a weapon
they call a pen.
In dark young eyes
I see flames of hope,
in their broken hands
are weapons of doom,
dangling over trembling boots.
How then we call it desperate,
justifiably theorize violence
and then blame any authority?
If we’re really democratic,
we would mother and father our children
and fight our wars with progressive education.
The violent revolution preys on the uneducated,
the poor and the young.
All it has ever achieved
was to infect the international society
with the same horrible pain.
We call for justice,
but democratic Africa,
where are the Bushmen?
For what our children observe
they will do,
maintaining the vicious circle
to start their own.
I can see an African Dream
a dream of peace and prosperity,
a dream of manifestation and stability,
a place of tolerance and love,
a borderless paradise for Man.
Africa, dear Africa,
forget the man with the gun,
forget the woman with the loose tongue.
If their energies were honest
we would have already won.
SAMARITAAN
Wees die digter genadig
hy skryf skewe woorde
en valse akorde.
Net gedagtes maak sin
en tog so moelik.
Geseënd sy talente
terwyl ander beswaar maak.
Wat maak ons met dié skewe goed
en die' se skewe baas?
Druk niks, nie 'n woord.
Kyk links en gaan voort
tot môre waneer ons buig.
Dan gaan die oë oop
en word skeef weer reguit.
Wees die wyses barmhartig, samaritaan.
Gee my salf, gee my sin.
Die lewe luister niks, nie 'n woord.
Dit kyk links en gaan voort.
Toe is daar 'n glimlag en skewe woorde
van 'n hart van 'n digter.
Ek kon help, maar dit was in jou hande.
18/06/1989
POETRY BOOK REVIEW: A POET IN DISORDER
BY THE DRUID OF CENTURION
Poems about the search for individual freedom during transition 1988.
Jarret H Clark, winner of the Golden Poet Award (1989), nominee for International Society of Poets (ISP) 1993, 1994 and 2002.
His work is theistic, about love, mental illness and anti-Apartheid. Some beautiful metaphors of imagery, for example, “Once I knew your flower has opened for me, I will lose this inscribing bee and bring the honey straight to you”.
His work is abstract, for example “Who decides what to feel, pain, love the thought. The Id, Ego in cognition with Superman”. Jarret is passionately committed to advocating for better understanding of mental illness and the anti-Apartheid movement.
This work is definitely worth a read.
By Samantha Marks
(Walk My Way, Issue 2, 2005, page 13)
“I must say this person only reviewed my book and had no personal contact with me when she did this assessment and yet she could still see my true heart in these poems that were written during those dark years. I can only then say these poems were a success, besides the confessions of others who really knew me in person.
I believe in the true individualistic holism of the Creator and His natural body the creation, and accordingly value each person according to their merit. Therefore can I not discriminate against His creation as I will discriminate against Him, but love Him first and then His creation as the greatest commandment”, by Jarret H. Clark.
