earthstepper/the ocean is very shallow
Seitlhamo Motsapi
The collection follows a careful, subtle sequence. Opening poems set up the fundamentals of Motsapi’s aesthetic-political concerns (social conflict, black poverty, the values of humbleness, love, hope). Then the journey begins, starting with an exploration of black music as a privileged metaphor of contemporary black identity, assessing concomitantly the forces of cultural amnesia and residual heritage at work in musical production. The collection then moves on to a consideration of political and spiritual expressions of power, in both local and global dimensions, juxtaposing exploitative and regenerative versions of this power. The book ends by detailing the project of emancipation’s journey, the formation of a collective black liberatory subject, an affirmation of hope and the inevitability of triumph; a journey which holistically integrates the political, physical, cultural and spiritual themes of earlier sections into the vision of an organic consciousness-in-process. […] All in all, an extremely exciting, multiply resonant and freshly original collection; a highly valuable contribution to new imaginings for a new country.
– Laura Chrisman, New Coin
Date of publication: 1995 / republished 2003
ISBN 9.78096E+12
86 pages
200 x 130mm
R120.00
Seitlhamo Thabo Motsapi 2024
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Seitlhamo Thabo Motsapi lives in Bela Bela and is married to Monosi Motsapi. They have four children. He has written poetry sporadically since around 1984. He has one collection, earthstepper/the ocean is very shallow. Books published |
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Reviews of this book
Review by Laura Chrisman of earthstepper/the ocean is very shallow by Seitlhamo Motsapi New Coin, 1996 text PDF
Review by Ndavhe Ramakuela of earthstepper/the ocean is very shallow by Seitlhamo Motsapi English Studies in Africa, 1997 text PDF
Review by MN Ngxali (pen name of Mxolisi Nyezwa) of earthstepper/the ocean is very shallow by Seitlhamo Motsapi Kotaz, 1998 text PDF
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