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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required [Poem read at Sekoto’s inhumation ceremony at the Neuilly-sur-Marne-93 Cemetery, near Paris. Channel 4 in London recorded the reading as they did the funeral rites in the presence of his close relatives come from afar for the nonce and based their documentary - as far as I can tell - on my lead cover article on the South African self-taught painter and musician Gérard SEKOTO, published in The Journal of Comparative Poietics, Vol. 2 (Paris), 1993. Both the article and the poem were re-published in my book on “poietics/la poïétique”, entitled: Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation. Allahabad: Cyberwit.net, 2008, 214p. There ensued a general scramble for his canvasses at the Maison des Artistes where he was lodged in his declining years, and even the sketches he gave me for publication disappeared from my studio.] III Long are the years you have lain your easel down Longer still the sun at Botshebelo burnishing your skin In the soft autumnal retreat of your heart You could still hear children playing in the mission station You saw with what glee they jigged in Sophiatown And bled for your brothers enchained in District Six Away in the quiet slumber of a land you loved You wrought the blazing colours of a secret rage of man's will thriving in his limbs of an enduring passion for hope in the dance of stoic joyousness in the embrace of a Mandela Not a shaft of light escaped your hunt for traces of your childhood nor were lost the spare airs that filtered through shanty-towns Your world was a world of people simple people going about their chores with premeditated caution oppressed people endowed by need with the guile for survival People for whom you lived People who live on in your veins uninterred in your carved canvasses (Poem read by the author at Sekoto's funeral in Neuilly-sur-Marne, France) (c) T. Wignesan, Paris - 1993. (Pub. in the Journal of Comparative Poietics , Vol. 2 & 3 (Paris), 1993 & in Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation. Allahabad: Cyberwit.Net, 2008.)
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