Dan is dit my voorreg om die digstruktuur wat ek vir die eerste keer in 2008 gebruik het, te benoem as:
DIE "LIEDJIE-DIG" SKRYFSTRUKTUUR:(lettelik dig-met-liedjies)
Die gebruik van elemente in 'n bestaande lied se LIRIEKE, RITME of VORM om in digvorm 'n nuwe kreatiewe geheel te skep - Marius Buys
a) Stapel liedjie-dig gebruik aanhalings uit VELE liedjies in een nuwe samevattende tema.
b) Klank liedjie-dig gebruik die ritme en vorm van EEN bestaande liedjie met geheel- of gedeeltelike nuwe woorde.
In Augustus 2008 toe ons skool in die middel van verslagskryfweek deur Eishkom in donkerte gedompel was kon ek nie help om vinnig na die personeelvergadering 'n vergelyk te trek met Simon en Garfunkel se Sounds of silence en ons nuwe landslied Nkosi sikelela i'Afrika nie. Toevallig het Paul Simon ook 'n opname van ons landslied gedoen. Ek was nogal verbaas toe my gediggie wat ek op my poemlust blog geplaas het hier en daar begin opduik het. Ouens het dit selfs later in tergplakkate gebruik. lol.
The shade of pale(With thanks to Procul Harem)
I skipped two generations,
cow-towed my head bowed to the floor,
vertigo had me seasick,
but still the masses called for more~
My room was getting smaller,
all my mind was blown away,
I was pushed out onto the brink,
clawed back and lived it day by day~.
And so it was that later,
when the journals told my tale,
that my life, always so spritely,
seemed a darker shade of pale.
They said, "I’m sure you see the reason
and that’s just how it has to be ."
But in their broken mirror, there were no shards,
and never any space for me ,
one of several dead statistics,
or ones leaving for another coast,
and although their eyes were open fear-wide,
they might have just as well been closed.
And so it was that later,
as my killers told their tale,
that their faces, Oh so ghostly,
showed the dark side of the gale.
They said, "We’re here to stay now,"
“but I cant just go back into the sea ~ ”
and as I pointed out this detail,
they never really did agree~,
Saying: "We know you evil spirit
and now it's your turn to flee"
Then they smiled at me so cold-sweetly,
I forgot all that I believed~.
And so it was that later,
as the old teacher told my tale,
that my life sounded like a rumour,
lived in shadows with a darker shade of pale.
If freedom is the white dove,
then fear must be its mate,
and likewise if the mirror has just one front,
it might already be too late.
My mind was spinning cartwheels,
such confusion in my head.
should I crash this tear-away train
or go quietly to bed?
And so it was that later,
as my children told their tales,
that their faces once so spritely,
showed my darker shades of pale.
Ons land hier onder (met dank aan Men at Work)
Ons toer in `n gaar ou volksie,
om ‘n skeireiland, koppe vol Malawi.
‘n Surfer-girl - sy maak my so lis.
Sy nooi my in en gee my brekvis
en sy vra:
“Kom jy dan van my land hier onder?
Waar vroue glim en manne wonder?
Hoor jy? Hoor jy nie die branders donder?
Jy beter hol, die beach raak vol, ja-aaa.”
Koop ‘n Coke van ‘n man met kewl maniere,
hy's ses voet vier en die ene spiere.
Ek vra, “Hei praat jy my taal ja?”
Toe smile hy net en gee my - ‘n Atchar,en hy sê:
“Ja ek kom ook van jou land hier onder
waar biere vloei en vroue wonder
Voel jy? Voel jy dan nie besonder?
Kom ons gaan jol, die klub is vol, ja-aaa.”
Daar lê 'n ou in ‘n den in die Baai
sy kake slap, sy hare verwaai.
Ek sê virrie man, “Hei traai jy my verlei hu?
Want ek kom vannie land van baie.”
En hy vra:
“Dan bly jy seker Suid in ons land hier onder?
Waar vroue glim en branders donder?
Sien jy nie? Sien jy dan nie die wonder?
Toe kom my bru, jy's al amper da, ja-aaa.”
Nkosi Sikelela Dark Afrika (With thanks to Simon and Garfunkel)
Hello darkness my old friend,
You’ve come to share your load with me again,
came into my office without calling,
dropped your dark gift without warning,
and natural sunlight is all that I see now,
and still somehow,
I hear more sounds of silence.
Get your work done come what may,
I heard my boss so wisely say.
Now in the dim room I work alone,
with squinted eyes and heart of stone.
Oh generator please can you ease my pain,
come start up your motor for I’m really taking strain.
Among these sounds of silence.
From now on I heard them jest,
will not see the country at its best,
from copymachine to carbon sheet,
from traffic light to darkened street,
we bear these sounds of silence.
And the words of the coalthief is written on the subway wall,"one vote for all"
- these are the sounds of silence...
