Unisa Press
The Poetry
| Author: | Pitika Ntuli |
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| Published: | August 05, 2014 |
| ISBN: | 978-1-86888-751-4 |
| Number of pages: | 112 |
| Contact: |
Business Section 012 429 3515 /3448 |
| This book is not available in electronic format |
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About the book
Complementary to Pitika Ntuli – Scent of Invisible Footprint – the sculpture comes The poetry. Released in a new, pocket-size format to continue the intertwined dialogue between sculpture and poetry but, more so, to make the poetry of Pitika Ntuli accessible to a wider audience.
Pitika Ntuli, poet, sculptor and philosopher, has recently been honoured by the Arts and Culture Trust and Vodacom Foundation with the 2013 Lifetime Achievement Award for Visual Art. On receiving the Lifetime Achievement Award, Ntuli explained, “Art is language that allows me to express disagreeable ideas agreeably. My life in art has been a ceaseless struggle to find a language that will capture the nuances of my times, and give concrete expression to the dreams that come by day and night. Sculpture is a bullfight that batters and bruises, and stretches the limits of endurance; but in the end you remain with a renewed aesthetic vision and a body pulsating with a spirit found from the relentless search for an ultimate shape or form, that would speak and answer the yet unasked questions.”
"I love you with the power of undulating Curves of bones With the marrow of memory Of our first kiss Under a bridge too far"
Table of content
| Foreword | ix |
| A gentle warning | 1 |
| Scent of Invisible footprints in Moments of complexity | 2 |
| Biko Reborn& | 6 |
| We begin a new era | 7 |
| Kept alive in Chains& | 8 |
| In my art | 9 |
| My body is a centre of colliding forces | 10 |
| Conversations with stone | 11 |
| Twin forces | 13 |
| In a recurring anthropomorphic dream | 16 |
| They came in waves& | 18 |
| They say his nose | 20 |
| Burdens of the past | 21 |
| Musical words | 23 |
| In our culture | 24 |
| Locked in an embrace | 26 |
| Translucent ideas | 27 |
| Black like an Angolan night | 30 |
| We have lost the faces of footprints | 32 |
| I suckled the smooth breast | 33 |
| Of one mind | 36 |
| Spiralling into existance | 37 |
| I look down | 40 |
| I carry echoes in my eardrums | 42 |
| There are echoes of string | 43 |
| Long breasted one | 45 |
| I carried out an autopsy | 48 |
| Vumani Bo! | 51 |
| Child of my mother | 53 |
| I love you with the power of undulating | 55 |
| Third Insurrection of Feet | 57 |
| Exhausted but inspired | 59 |
| We dug gold and diamonds | 61 |
| Twenty-First Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe | 63 |
| Tenth Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe | 65 |
| Thirteenth Insurrection of the Exhaust Pipe | 67 |
| Pressured to the limit | 69 |
| Too many many nights of blackouts& | 71 |
| Modigliani’s Second Memory& | 74 |
| Modigliani’s Memory | 74 |
| Sixth Insurrection of the Wheelbarrow& | 77 |
| Third Insurrection of the Wheelbarrow | 77 |
| The Insurrection of Hyenas | 79 |
| Amedeo Modigliani |
81 |
| In the past when stones were still soft as butter | 82 |
| Footprints | 85 |