Invitation to the Annual 67 Poems for Freedom event that will take place on Tuesday 18 July 2017

The Unisa Poetry Society, the Department of Afrikaans and Theory of Literature, and the College of Human Sciences at Unisa are once again planning to host the annual 67 Poems for Freedom in collaboration with Freedom Park on Tuesday 18 July 2017.

Date: Tuesday 18 July 2017
Time: 09:00-13:00
Venue: Freedom Park, Salvokop
RSVP: before 12 July for free entrance
(only 130 tickets – includes Freedom Park tour)

The event emphasises the importance of engaging with the concept of freedom in the South African context. What is the meaning of freedom 23 years after South Africa’s first democratic election? How is freedom expressed in our daily lives as South Africans? The project is not only about celebrating freedom in its historical context, but also reinterpreting the concept of freedom in our daily lives as citizens of the country.

The morning will commence at 09:00 with a tour of Freedom Park, followed by the poetry readings from 10:30-12:30. The poets that will be reading their poems at the event include Raphael d’Abdon, Zena John, Lisa Combrinck, Allan Horwitz, Xitha Makgeta, Natalia Molebatsi, Yami Banda, Emma Bekker, Desiré Gird, Naomi Nkealah, Jonathan B. Tucker, Nkateko Masinga, and Andries Oliphant.

Would you be interested in performing your poem about freedom at the 67 Poems for Freedom event at Freedom Park on Tuesday 18 July as part of the open mic session? Contact Alwyn Roux at before or on 12 July 2017.


As the crows fly. Emma Bekker

There were crows, who once ruled the earth. They had escaped from the ark of a terrible god,
their beaks seeking the carrion that was borne on the waves of a flood.
They had a taste for blood,
this black sorority of all that is pragmatic,
turning floodwaters into amniotic fluid.

They bored out eyes, opening the view to the unseen, their cries piercing deaf ears.

They were unpickers of the thorax,  scissoring through the last fibers of that which binds human to earth.

And then they taught that wily Gilgamesh a lesson that his seed is still struggling to plumb:
floating isn’t flight.