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The Heart's Interpreter
The Heart's Interpreter
The Heart's Interpreter
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"...A poet philanthropist
A psychologist prophet
A punk philosopher
Put all the P’s together,
Even the pee in the loo to define me
But never ever politician
I am no good with rehearsed hugs..."

The Heart's Interpreter evenly straddles the personal and political with a collection of sublime poems of love and candid sociopolitical commentary.

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Release dateSep 24, 2015
ISBN9780620680813
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    The Heart's Interpreter - Mphutlane wa Bofelo

    The Hearts Interpreter

    By Mphutlane wa Bofelo

    Published by: Bantu Works Investments (Pty) Ltd

    Copyright 2015 by Mphutlane wa Bofelo

    Editing and Foreword by Angifi Dladla

    Smashwords Edition

    ebook ISBN 978-0-620-64887-5

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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    Your speech is indicative of what is in your heart. The tongue is the heart’s interpreter, so if the heart is confused, what is said will sometimes be correct and sometimes invalid; there will be times when you are incapable of expressing something properly, and others when you are able to do so. When the heart stops causing it to be confused, the tongue will function properly.

    - Shaykh Abdal-Qadir al-Jilani

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    Foreword

    I am scared of going into darkness

    When at night fall

    Official announcement

    Beastly man

    Fly

    You

    Vice versa

    Jazz

    They say

    The day the poetry died

    The man in me

    Township vibe

    Letters to Tshego

    The revolutionary is in town

    Return of the Barbarians

    Twenty-one gun-salute

    Tonight

    Seilatsatsi

    One bright summer morning

    Of angels and beasts

    Conversations with Bob Marley

    Honeymoon morning glory

    Love

    A response to the prophets of aestheticism

    Anti-poetry poem

    Gumba

    Let poets close their eyes

    Durban 21 March 2007

    I said I could dance

    Song of the free thinking

    Hymn 1

    Hymn 2

    I slam therefore I am

    Letter to Mr Critic

    Meditations

    Blues

    Reflections on Poetry

    Letter to Goitsemodimo

    Kodi ya malla

    Dedication and Acknowledgements

    FOREWORD

    In contemporary politics the new aristocrat in South Africa- just like anywhere in Africa-originates from the Third World part of the country. His new status catapults him to the safer, highly developed part of the country-the First World. He is transmogrified and fictionalised into a First World leader. This works on him. His powerful counterparts: Bush, Blair, Brown and Mr Industrialist invite and lionize him, because he is not empty-handed. He flaunts the best constitution on earth and a certified copy of the Nobel Prize certificate of peaceful revolution. As a first world leader, he parades himself to the tune of his praise-poet. To be a consummate First World leader it’s imperative that he amasses wealth and develops sophistication. Unlike the apartheid noble, this one is refined and civilised, By chance I met him at a dinner party \ Asked him to clarify the difference\ Between retrenchment and rightsizing\ ‘It is not cultured to talk while you are eating\He said While the ruler’s mouth is full, in the township water and electricity (are) disconnected. No wonder that the noveau riche is At home in New York\Terrified in Soweto"

    Mphutlane wa Bofelo is a performance-poet, drawing on the Basotho rap traditions. Though he does this not in the manner of Apollo Ntabanyane, Puseletso Seema and Tau ya Matshekga, he is certainly not a court or praise-poet. The latter- conventionally a male- has been prominent and highly celebrated from ancient times. Later he was inherited by the Bantustan leaders who handed him over to the new aristocrats in 1994. But the performance-poet is part of the community. He or she takes part in all human activities and as a human being, sings about everything from death Bury me as I lived\ Simple and easy to love In the meeting of our faces\ and the contact of our eyes\ I see the union of moonlight and sunrays. This is a man who wants To be free \ To speak like a child \Say my fears without fear\Laugh my laughter out\Smile with no restrain\ And not smile when I am snarling\ No snarl when I am smiling…A man who can, Decipher your passionate call\From the roar of hungry lions. A survivor of the brutality and torture of the apartheid Special Branch, he recalls how his mother Rose up in the morning\Made tea and unbuttered bread\But found my bed empty.

    This is the poet of the struggle who is still with his people, loving them, alerting them: The Gestapo is not in the pages of history books\ Fascism is raising the clenched fist\ Patriarchy is dancing the toi-toi. He laments the fact that "Malcolm X is a citation in a dissertation\ Fanon is a footnote in a thesis\

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