The Poedcast: Recent Episodes
Shanice
A reading of all your favourite classic poems. A gathering of all the dark, and poetic, and melancholy.
"Though blasphemous and wayward with my word. Though heretic and heathen at my worst. Still I am drenched in the blood." - Modise Sekgothe🕸️
"The cloth that seals society's decay is folded neatly in the backbone of its collapse." - Jonathan Lefenya🕸️
"The beast saunters on to naught, looting faith from my marrow." - Nomashenge Dlamini 🕸️
"Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death..." - John Keats 🕸️
"Lesedi setšwamele sa legodimo o belegwe ga re ga ma ya monyama." - Mangala Mangala, 🕸️
"Only those that love deeply can hate righteously. Your anger is intimate." - Tory Saint 🕸️
"Carve waistbeads onto your belly, and at the hour of labour do handstands on the wall..." - Faswillah Nattabi🕸️
"They splash into the lake of blue fire to burn away the toxins. They slash into the haunting past to redeem self of old sins." - Modise Sekgothe 🕸️
"They are still wanderers though, just heavier with barely any blood and just fragments of what remains of their souls..." - Solly Ramatswi 🕸️
"Our hearts beat in motion sickness. A red rocking back and forth inside. We spend our time looking for another to match the shade and rhythm of our nausea." - Lyriq (Tumelo Mtimkhulu) 🕸️
"Like we are not whole unless we are wounded. Like we are not abstract unless we are missing." - Hope Netshivhambe🕸️
"Then from that reeking sewer of my life I might haul up a bucket of spring water." - Sappho🕸️
"..murder masquerading as salvation, seducing every democratic eye, the mouths of truth and anguish choked with cotton." - James Baldwin🕸️
"The shrinking sun sinks in your teacup, and you take a sip of the red horizon. You smell a silent storm arising." - Dshamilja Roshani🕸️
"You hardly say what you mean. You hold your tongue like somebody else's luggage." - Tory Saint 🕸️
"Dusting the voices of all your lost lovers from the hollow in your palm lines." - Fumane Ntlhabane 🕸️
"...return to the sea, resurface the boat that we sank, sail through floating bodies that weren't as lucky as me. Do you think that I'm lucky?" - Masai Sepuru🕸️
"You have become a paper thing. Loose skin cannot know so much drowning." - Mfumo Ntlhabane🕸️
"But nothing lasts longer than the wait, the pause, the sound of chewing on dense air." - Anga Mamfanya🕸️
"It cannot be holy work, what we do. It feels too good and hurts too good as well." - Felix
A tribute to the legend that is the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Ying, in a reading of an old story.
The tragic love story of Annabel Lee as written by the indelible Edgar Allen Poe. A love poem for the ages.🕸️
A sliver of a fairytale titled the Catarcold. A story of a boy who was lost long before he was lost.🕸️
The Good Life as written by Belita Andre follows a reading of She Walks In Beauty by Lord Byron. A street recording of the old that lingers and the new that stays.🕸
A sliver of the entrancing Greek Epic by Madeline Miller. Essentially, one of the most beautiful books ever written. 🕸️
The Poedcast has the honour of hosting a guest in Quentyn Island of the Island as he reads us one of his favourite pieces.🕸️