Defence of Poetry

“I don’t think, I sing. I am the poet of silence,” as someone translated a griot of Morocco from French. And then Arabic: “Words and I stroll together. I am the wanderer of the word. I swindle with the silence of words because they’re what I live in. They are my tent and my waterhole. I belong to the word.”

Anjie Krog

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