Sensuality within these pages, as one would expect from the author of SEXIONS, but here jarring up against implacable death, '...tender-skinned beneath this fatal sun'. Self-knowing without being self-regarding, glossaries internalised, seems that not even mortality can dampen Renée Sigel's delight in - I was going to say WordPlay - but that might make her pleasure seem frivolous, especially when I found myself carried along with her enjoyment - in exploring new angles, alternative meanings, juxtapositions - an I could almost taste her satisfaction in having got it right. And when Renee Sigel gets it right it stays written." Sam SmithPublisher ,The Journal
Renee gives an overview of the book:
when the sun dims
on this ageing universe,
the stars will still be whispering
stories they have heard us share
and tell of hills shaped from laughter
down which our games tumbled
into pillow fights of raucoud adoration
of hours spent in wordplay in the rain
and the drying out of poems in the afternoon sun.
How we teased the world with
irreverence, tumbling it up and down
chalked out squares of schoolyard hopscotch
and how we hid in the bushes
Tripping up critics with invisible string
as they came marching by
and onward to distant boardwalks of Dilemma,
Meaning having slipped out unseen, meanwhile,
to lunch elsewhere....
I was born and educated in South Africa during the 'golden era' of Apartheid. I grew up somewhere between the stables, the stage and the dance studio. My young world was shaped by storytellers yet, I would never have considered writing at all had it not been for the enigmatic...