As most people come to find, there is no avoiding the truth, the only thing to do with an unruly, wild force such as luck is to cloak it in something more…digestible. So now in place of luck, we say things like ‘the will of God’ or ‘the alignment of the stars’ or, the most recent contender —and my personal favourite — ‘privilege’ (because, what really is privilege but luck as an accident of birth?)
swinging on threads
of a body unfurling
unravelling on ground, soil,
caught on the shell of a dung beetle
shiny black sheen
pull, hold, bend, fit
onto the beetle’s back
The sky falls to its knees in Ntulele
And it sounds like riverstones,
keys to nothing in particular,
The hardening of soft feet,
Like sandle straps cutting,
zipper stuck to skin.
Q: Which human characteristic do you value highest? A: There is a mixture of intelligence and courage, which is fairly rare, that I like very much. Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays.
But sadness in this country is never anything but a commentary on beauty. Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays.
To lie is not only to say what isn’t true. It is also and above all, to say more than is true, and, as far as the human heart is concerned, to express more than one feels. Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays.