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November 20, 2007

storm janse van rensburg on kaganof

Filed under: kaganof, 2005 - jou ma se poems, kagagallery — ABRAXAS @ 7:02 pm

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I met Kaganof in 2002, when he presented a performance installation at the NSA Gallery in Durban. During this time he lived in the gallery for a period of three weeks. Locked in every night from 5pm until 7am the next morning, Kaganof spent every night inside the empty gallery space, writing with a black marker on the wall, which resulted in an endless stream of consciousness that was part poetry, part autobiography, part fiction, and often obscene.

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As the exhibition continued, the writing became thick and black on the gallery walls, and every morning when I entered, was bombarded with the inside, peculiar scribblings on the wall, which circumscribed the entire ground floor of the gallery, and snaking up the staircase. Every day something new.

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This graffitti was an extension of writing that Kaganof did compulsively in tiny little notebooks that he carries with him - miniature sentences that often became disjointed and disrupted, that crept and crawled over the page to form patterns and textures, essentially becoming images. When I asked Kaganof about these notebooks, and the relationship between these and his poetry he confessed that he does not use these little notebooks much anymore, that the urge and need to make sense of the world through and in between these ink blotted pages has largely subsided, to quote a Dutch phrase by Kaganof: “The writing is afgelopen” - a translation could be : “the writing ran out of steam.”

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The poems contained in the anthology entitled Jou Ma Se Poems, and also in the six other collections of poems published by Kaganof, germinated from these notebooks and the word installation at the KZNSA, and is in some form or the other related, but reworked and also maybe cleaned up.

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Aryan Kaganof is a multi faceted and eloquent artist who produces prolifically - internationally renowned as a film maker, writer, producer, artist, philosopher, and publisher, with an ever enlarging and rapidly increasing filmography and bibliography. An auteur extraordinaire, Kaganof mixes, regurgitates and recycles his work, as if all part of the same continuum - his work is all part of a connective process that he revisits and reworks until he has drained all possible juices from a subject - a constant interrogation of word and image.

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The work contained in most of his written publications is often autobiographical. But here is evident the larger ever present work of Kaganof - Kaganof himself. a carefully considered and crafted entity. Kaganof in his official biography notates this creation as follows and I quote:

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“Kaganof was born again in Randburg on 28 March 2001. He founded the Abraxas Younity Movement in Hout Bay in 1999. He is the artistic director of the African Noise Foundation, lead vocalist and lyricist of the post-dub ensemble Freedom Fighter and CEO of Die Kaksusters. Kaganof was co-founder, with Frank Scheffer, of the Sonic Arts Ensemble (Merzbow, Tomoko Mukaiyama, Philipp Virus). Their manifesto “The Digital Future Is Now” formulates a position for digital art and technohybridization movements in the new millenium. Kaganof studied at the Netherlands Film And Television Academy, majoring in screenwriting and direction. He works in many media, drives Valiant and shoots Glock.”

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The personality is ever present and permeates Jou Ma Se Poems and other work - the author is a constant reference, and the act of writing itself a leitmotif. A recurring thematic string is a brooding violence, that occasionally erupts in the pages, and often with the author as aggressor. It is no more evident in Foreword” in this publication (also reproduced on the back sleeve) where these elements come to the fore,

A part of you is murdered
when you read my poems
a part of me is sacrificed
when i write them

Storm Janse Van rensburg

(all photos by guto bussab)

July 22, 2006

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 11:44 am

Oh fuck
completely forgot
to mention
I read Jou ma se poems
and enjoyed them
particularly
Five movements for a drunk poet in 8 natural
reminds me
of Apollinaire’s
conversation poems
also enjoyed
Anton’s
introduction
think he caught your artistic position well
gary cummiskey

May 27, 2006

the canon

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 10:21 am

May 18, 2006

A BARGAIN

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 4:21 pm

Strictly no hawkers and no beggars
Summer sale final clearance
No problem
Up to 60% off
On this poem

first published by nuvein

May 17, 2006

A PARADOX

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 10:03 am

The problem with being a good listener
Is that everyone calls you up
Wanting to talk about
Themselves

first published by edifice wrecked, also published by prose toad and a man overboard

May 16, 2006

AFTERMASS

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 9:12 am

In the beginning was the Image
Then the Re-Mix
Then the Bonus Track
Then the Shoplifter
At the end was a Full Stop.

first published by eratio post modern poetry

May 15, 2006

BOY MEETS GIRL

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 11:42 am

I tied you up in roses
You said
“Don’t muss my hair.”
How much of us went wrong?
How much was never there?

first published by word riot

May 14, 2006

ECONOMICS

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 9:19 pm

A very
Expensive
Poem that
Took me
Two years
To write
Only costs
You thirty
Three
Seconds
To read

first published by eratio post modern poetry

May 13, 2006

FOREWORD

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 12:56 pm

a part of you
is murdered
when you read my poems.
a part of me
is sacrificed
when I write them.

first published on the net by sweet magazine

May 12, 2006

PRE-RAPHAELITE

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 10:41 am

She was a neo-Bohemian
She sold more than 50 copies
Of her Book Of Moans
I told her, I said
You have such beautiful vowels
Oh sigh off she replied
Go and drink yourself Irish

first published by edifice wrecked, also published by prose toad and circle magazine

May 11, 2006

RESURRECTED

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 9:08 am

I died and went to hell
The Devil didn’t want me
So I’m back again

first published by eratio post modern poetry #16

May 10, 2006

THE FINAL ANALYSIS

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 3:05 pm

My problems with conversation
Are words
And language

first published by word riot

May 9, 2006

PROBLEMATIQUE

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems, kagapoems, kagagraphix — ABRAXAS @ 9:22 am

poem first published by edifice wrecked, also published by prose toad and in tomàs #10, march 2006 (print, phillipines)

May 8, 2006

the moral

Filed under: kaganof, 2005 - jou ma se poems, kagapoems — ABRAXAS @ 5:37 pm

text only first published by thunder sandwich, the complete image poem first published by dionysos andronis

May 7, 2006

THE WIND IS ALWAYS NOW

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 1:44 pm

When I feel the sun
It’s already past tense
Eight minutes ago’s central heating
But the wind is always now
When I howl at the moon
She only hears me
A little later
But the wind is always now

first published by poetry stop

May 6, 2006

TRUE STORY

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 10:27 am

I’m sitting at the bar when
In walks this guy with a slit throat
Bleeding like you can’t believe
He pulls up the stool next to mine
Orders a double Jameson’s
Barman says to him
“Why aren’t you dead yet?”
He grins
“I’m not the dying type.”

first published by word riot, also published by sn review

May 5, 2006

RAISON D’ETRE

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 12:57 pm

Women will put up with
Any amount of torture
In order to make a relationship
“work”
I only did the torturing
Because
I Could

first published by underground voices

May 4, 2006

TRUE STORY #2

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 3:38 am

I met a girl who never told a lie
When she opened her mouth to kiss me
She didn’t have a tongue

first published by word riot

May 3, 2006

A TOUCH OF MADNESS, 1 OCTOBER 2000

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 12:56 am

Cook the poor properly
Then eat them
Chris says
“I love the law
I find much beauty in the law”
Nick wants to bring back cannibalism
“Let the rich and strong
eat the poor and weak”
(they already do, Nick)
Thabi and Chris debate semantics
“We are all slaves of the law
in order to be free”
“Do you have kids?”
“No, I’m still studying.”
Somebody rich says:
“Fuck the poor,
they don’t have to pay taxes!”

first published by word riot

May 2, 2006

CREED

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 3:08 am

Tonight a 19 year old girl
with fantastic breasts
asked me to buy her a
glass of red wine
I said no
And left the club
I did so in order to read my e-mails
and do some work
correcting a
friend’s Phd thesis
And no
I am not mad
I just think that it is entirely reactionary
of the little hussy to
expect me to spend money on her
when it is obviously she who wants the
shtupping!
Women are so terribly spoiled
in this so-called
“man’s world”
I believe in making them pay for it
Honestly I do

first published by prose toad

May 1, 2006

DRONK EN POES HET MY LEWE VERWOES

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 8:32 am

Derrick is drunk and offensive, can’t sit still
His negative energy’s offending the clientele
“Who you angry with Derrick?”
“Myself.”
“Why?”
“’Cos I’m the best fucken cabinet maker
in the country and I haven’t
even got a car.”
“So you pull in here and cause kak
Hoping that someone will fuck you up
You want to be punished
You know you deserve it.”
There’s a moment of clarity
In Derrick’s fogged-up eyes
Then he dives back into deep denial
Stands up, shakes his fist,
Screams, “Arsenal!”
Sprints out into the night
Still clutching his empty Castle

first published by underground voices, also published by word riot

April 30, 2006

EXCRETA POETICA

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 9:52 am

It was the day after
The votes had all been counted
The day before
The new government
Would be installed
In fact, it was a day like any other
Kain was sentenced
To kill his brother
Eve used apple lubrication
To convince Adam to be her lover
I woke up late
Constipated
None of the shit inside me
Wanted to come out
So I wrote this poem
Instead of crapping

first published by xanga

April 29, 2006

GEDIG SONDER TITEL #43.3

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems, kagaportraits — ABRAXAS @ 10:19 am

ek verstaan niks nie
ek is poesdronk
ek treur oor die dood van mense
wie ek het nie geken nie
heimwee spreek ek
geen afrikaans nie
hierdie gedig is fokken skeef
ek glo in dimensies
heimwee is ’n kak gewoonte
asseblief niks glo wat ek sê nie
hartseer
myn taal is hartseer
en ek ook
ek is poesdronk
ek verstaan niks nie

first published by litnet

April 28, 2006

JAILBAIT

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 9:46 am

yes the age thing is so crazy
i pick these girls up from their houses and meet
their parents
who are often younger than me
we sit for a while and they offer me drinks
i take a double jameson with lime and
one cube
of ice
down the drink

ask for another
then the girl comes out of her bedroom
we get into my car that has no bumper or
license plate
the parents stand at the door
waving confusedly
wishing us well
“drive safely”

first published by prose toad

April 26, 2006

JOAN OF ARC

Filed under: 2005 - jou ma se poems — ABRAXAS @ 4:46 am

Joan of Arc lied to her Master
In order to spend a night with me
We murdered our inhibitions with plenty of toxins
I ploughed it in
She whimpered “be careful”
I wasn’t
Afterwards in Flux
we kept on smelling her blood
we laughed at that
when the sun said “good morning”
I flew to Cape Town
Joan of Arc went back to her Master

first published by underground voices

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