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Liesl Jobson

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Savoir Faire

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I’m 20-something again with high insteps and low necklines on wheat and champagne coloured shifts. I wear horn-rimmed glasses with bravada and padded bras with can-do-shit-loadsa-money confidence. I take sexy drugs with the muscled Congolese called Papa Rappa. He wears a gold crucifix and works in the next cubicle at Under The Radar, an ethical ad agency where we enjoy le bontemps. I have no varicose veins, no lassitude and no husband; I’m not swivelling the contrabassoon around its lacerating reeds, not juggling a premature baby’s feeding schedule with rehearsals, nor am I trying to ignore the ‘cellist whose dentures wiggle loose when he mouths intimate obscenities in the cafeteria. I don’t wear orthotics and I’m not on an endless path of weekly psyche repair with an ageing Jewish therapist who will die the week I finally get divorced ten years on. No. In this version of possibility I act out my fantasies, bewitching substantial strangers who satisfy me and leave before they become trying. I am insulated from Puritanical désespoir by reading Breytenbach, Camus and Fanon. I hold my own in debate and liquor, although I support my sister who attends Pagans in Recovery squalls where the folks look flaky but are filled with McCoy joy, saying Merry Meet and Goddess be with you.

~ for Lesego Rampolokeng

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Biography

Liesl Jobson is a Cape Town writer, musician and photographer. Her poetry and prose has appeared in various journals and anthologies in South Africa and internationally. She edits Poetry International, South Africa and teaches poetry online at the SA Writers College. She works for BOOK SA, as a literary journalist, where she also blogs periodically. She is the author of 100 Papers, a collection of prose poems and flash fiction, and View from an Escalator, a book of poems, both published by Botsotso.

Liesl Jobson

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Biography

Liesl Jobson is a Cape Town writer, musician and photographer. Her poetry and prose has appeared in various journals and anthologies in South Africa and internationally. She edits Poetry International, South Africa and teaches poetry online at the SA Writers College. She works for BOOK SA, as a literary journalist, where she also blogs periodically. She is the author of 100 Papers, a collection of prose poems and flash fiction, and View from an Escalator, a book of poems, both published by Botsotso.

Featured Poem:

Savoir Faire

Enlarge poem

I’m 20-something again with high insteps and low necklines on wheat and champagne coloured shifts. I wear horn-rimmed glasses with bravada and padded bras with can-do-shit-loadsa-money confidence. I take sexy drugs with the muscled Congolese called Papa Rappa. He wears a gold crucifix and works in the next cubicle at Under The Radar, an ethical ad agency where we enjoy le bontemps. I have no varicose veins, no lassitude and no husband; I’m not swivelling the contrabassoon around its lacerating reeds, not juggling a premature baby’s feeding schedule with rehearsals, nor am I trying to ignore the ‘cellist whose dentures wiggle loose when he mouths intimate obscenities in the cafeteria. I don’t wear orthotics and I’m not on an endless path of weekly psyche repair with an ageing Jewish therapist who will die the week I finally get divorced ten years on. No. In this version of possibility I act out my fantasies, bewitching substantial strangers who satisfy me and leave before they become trying. I am insulated from Puritanical désespoir by reading Breytenbach, Camus and Fanon. I hold my own in debate and liquor, although I support my sister who attends Pagans in Recovery squalls where the folks look flaky but are filled with McCoy joy, saying Merry Meet and Goddess be with you.

~ for Lesego Rampolokeng

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  • Delight (1)
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  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
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