Following the creation of the Dreaming and Lucidity sculpture, I performed a poem I had written and
sang, in collaboration with a collective of other artists.
Here In this place, where The veil between sleeping and waking, between Dreaming and lucidity Is pulled back
I listened for what was unseen
A rock began to roar with the noise Of an ancient ocean
And time was swept off its feet
I searched through a gaping absence for |Xam Who showed me circular shelters, Hugging the horizon
The wind transporting their stories from the stars
At dawn a current of Springbok moving Across the plateaus to their winter grazing
Chased by khaki-clad ghosts with guns
The seeds of the thorny new arrivals feed Flocks of sheep, jostling Liberated from the scars of iron fences
For days I spoke with the spirit of the Tankwa River,
Cracked into it’s dry clay bed
The cosmos is in swift movement
But
Here we all gather
Where the past And the present And the future Coalesce
Into Now