Antje Krog’s iconic status as one of South Africa’s most popular and critically acclaimed poets began when she was eighteen, with her first collection, Dogter von Jefta (1970). Almost four decades later, this very different collection will confirm her reputation with poems that blur and ravage the boundaries between the lyrical and confessional, the private and public. Body Bereft is a fearless and ecstatic exploration of a consciousness on the edge of decay and dissolution. The taboos within the tidal moods of the menopause are described with anger and verbal intensity in a voice that is uniquely Krog’s. Close relationships are searingly explored, occasionally seeking conflict, often searching for resolution. In the final meditative section, the personal intensity is tempered, fantastically almost, by contemplations of Table Mountain as a looming, symbolic and androgynous godhead, echoing Adamastor, an abiding presence that endures as it suffers witness—an ostensibly inscrutable, ironically nurturing mirror to self and personal despair. These dramatic, even reckless poems, translated from the simultaneously published Afrikaans collection, Verweerskrif, bring an altogether new and unique energy to South African English-language poetry.
Krog grew up on a farm, attending primary and secondary school in Kroonstad. In 1973 she earned a BA (Hons) degree in English from the University of the Orange Free State, and an MA in Afrikaans from the University of Pretoria in 1976. With a teaching diploma from the University of South Africa (UNISA) she would lecture at a segregated teacher’s training college for black South Africans.
She is married to architect John Samuel and has four children: Andries, Susan, Philip, and Willem. In 2004 she joined the Arts faculty of the University of the Western Cape.
jest to poezja wyjątkowa autorki wyjątkowej; o nowotworze, menopauzie, miłości, utracie, języku - delikatna, odważna, brawurowa, prosta, nieekshibicjonistyczna, nie-flashy; dla kogoś, kto szuka poezji o czymś, metaforycznej, lecz jakoś bezpośredniej.
no i piękne, erudycyjne, kompetentne posłowie pana Jerzego Kocha
The design and content of these poems is conceptually brilliant. There are poems about Table Mountain, ageing , marriage and colonialism. I love how she can merge history, present experiences and elegant language together.
Review : Lijfkreet hoort tot mijn tien favoriete dichtbundels. De auteur hiervan Antjie Krog is dan ook het boegbeeld van de Zuid–Afrikaanse vernieuwing, zowel wat taal als wat moraal betreft. Zij schrijft zonder schaamte over haar lichaam van een ouder wordende vrouw.
Zelden heb ik iemand, Herman Hesse uitgezonderd, zo ongeremd en met zo veel passie over het ouder worden weten schrijven. Geen lichamelijke maar wel geestelijke facelift voor haar. Voor haar kent het ouder worden evenveel verrukkingen als de jeugd. Natuurlijk heeft ook zij haar frustraties en bedenkingen bij ouderdom en verval, maar toch weet zij alles te relativeren in gave poëzie die je onder je huid kruipt.
Zelf zegt ze ergens dat ze niet weet hoe ouder moet klinken in taal terwijl ze het zelf heel mooi laat klinken. Van bescheidenheid gesproken. Ik zou zeggen gooi de antirimpelcrème aan de kant, lees Lijfkreet en je huid wordt terug veerkrachtig van behaaglijkheid.
Antjie Krog was recommended to me by a dear friend, Ashley, while I was recently in South Africa. Antjie is a renowned contemporary South African writer and poet and has won many awards and as a white woman, clearly works hard to be present in her country, politically, socially and poetically. This book is mostly personal and about menopause so I probably enjoyed it more than my daughter, Maja, would :).
I don't think menopause was/has been nearly as hard for me as it seems to be for her--which probably makes for better poetry!
She does have one fun one, "manifesta of a grandma" and she gets down and dirty in this one, ending with her and Grandpa taking it lying down--so maybe not so hard for her after all :).
I am not well read in the realm of poetry. Thus, I feel a bit of a sham trying to "star" this book, never mind give it a review.
I enjoyed the poems. I read this in my hammock and savored every word, many of which I read out loud. For this reason, I gave it four starts.
The collection felt like a journey - fascinating as I was taken though the emotional twists and turns. Yet, as much as she laments about the aging, the collection felt powerful - giving voice to those who are often overlooked. Not so much angry (although there is anger) but strong...which is interesting given so much of the work decries the crumbling state of the body.
In the first part of this collection of poems, the middle-aged Krog address intensely personal issues such as aging, marriage (and sex) after decades of being together, and finding/fighting her role and place in society and the world. The second, equally delicious, part deals with more general social issues such as poverty and racism. The final section is a series of diary-like poetic observations of Table Mountain throughout the year, in which she often compares her or humanity's briefer existence with that of the "eternal" mountain.
Took me longer to read this than Krog's Selected Poems (which I liked more). Some very good poems alongside rather pedestrian ones. Worth another read to see if my views change. The last part, on Table Mountain, was more uneven than I felt it should have been.
”…I’m frenzied with anger because I live only once, because in all of eternity I live only now, because I only start to live now, because I shall live through this earthly glory just once with this body, and my body is fading already in spasms of evermore, nevermore, neverlasting”