She sits on a windowsill
She is within and without
On edge, on the edge, the trapeze artist.
She is 21 years old, and 1.55 metres tall
In government forms she ticks the boxes for White and Of Small Build.
An Italian South African,
Elite tertiary education postgraduate
Bilingual and speaker of Zulu and French
She writes and reads and listens
Like thousands of others.
She’s a speck
A short small speck
With a temper
And trembling hope.
She likes facts
She loves imagery
She loves the single answer of a maths equation
But adores the journey of a literary essay
Which leaves open entire countries for the mind to explore.
She loves the theatre, the THEATRE!
The music, song, dance
The human body
She loves the written word
And the human mind.
Natural, urban, mental.
But when looked at from a distance,
She’s just a speck, really.
Just going through the motions.
She is Marty in motion.
What does this kid do, anyway?
> In 2011 I will be getting a , after which I hope to work as a teacher.
> I am a member of my university’s Live Music Society, through which I organise fantabulous live shows which are attended by screaming groupies and hairy metal-heads, among other colourful characters. You can hear an interview with yours truly here
> I have tutored French and Italian for beginner students
> And I’ve participated in various productions by the Drama Department, either via stage managing or performing in them
> I live in a 2-bedroom student digs, which means I don’t live with my parents, and I don’t own the flat. Which means when we party, we party hard. I previously lived in a 4-bedroom cave with 5 to 6 strange, strange people. Next year, a total stranger moves in with me in this 2-bedroom flat.
>I don’t like estate agents, they get in the way of my unilateral dictatorship.
> I write a lot of poetry, prose, and any other mélange of the two
> I rant. To any human with functioning ears.
> I clean. I embody cleanliness. I preach the gospel of hygiene and oil-free dishes. Salvation lies in the shiny toilet seat.
> I spend all my free time on sorting out the dramas that student life inevitably throws out, on a daily basis.
> I drive around in a little white Golf from the 90’s, and I never know how to approach a speed bump. I still can’t parallel park, but I’m really good at rollin’ with my Dubstep pumpin’ and all the neighbarz hatin’.
> I’m trying to go to gym. I’ve been four times now (as of November 2010) and I’m really bad. I consist of 80% bones, 10% skin and 10% pasta.
> I drink coffee. TANTO caffè .
(in brief: THE MOTIONS)