Ari Sitas - a short biography and bibliography of this KwaZulu-Natal author.
Ari Sitas
(1952 - ) is a poet,
writer and dramatist. Although a professional sociologist
with a
distinguished academic record, Sitas has always been
involved in the arts
and literature. Between 1976-82 he was a founding member
and participant in
Junction Avenue Theatre Company with Malcolm Purkey,
Ramolao Makhene, Arthur
Molepo, William Kentridge, Astrid Von Kotze, Sibongile and
Siphiwe Khumalo
etc, creating some of the most important theatrical
pieces in the country.
Sitas also worked with the trade unions to set up a
dynamic black worker
theatre movement both in the East Rand and as from 1983,
Durban. He was also
a founder of COSATU's Cultural Unit, the Natal Culture
Congress, the
Congress of South African Writers and was part of the
leadership that
negotiated and defined the post-apartheid cultural
dispensation. He is professor of sociology at the
University of KwaZulu-Natal. Selected WorkEthekwini
There is
an expanse of green and dust hemmed-in
by cane and a stitchwork of hills
there, here,
this expanse
spat at by waves
pummeled by sunblasts
stewing in sweat yes, liquid
yes, waves: whose necks are
thickset with corrugation
there, here
is this expanse that claims me: my Hell.
From here
from this hell's odours
- tomato street, guava avenue, molasses valley
steel-shavings township,
glue location, masala hill melting and boiling
there is no stench of heaven left to prize
there is a sky: yes
blue-like, grey-like, alien-like
weighing downwards
pouring
sweat
at dusk
downwards
riveting all aground
downwards, yes,
with only sideward escapades.
There, here,
mechanical bullfrogs and cicadas grind away
and sometimes wounded cars cough-by pierced by
assegais*
and sometimes surfers emerge from the mouths
of micro-wave ovens
and always
life continues like the sound of splintering glass.
This hell,
hemmed in:
its forced geometry of concrete boils
spreads outwards
sidewards
in its rashes of sack cloth
of shack, of specification matchbox to touch the stitch
work of hills
as near the docks
the boss drives by in his Shepstone Benz
as his "boys" load Cetshwayo's skull as cargo
here, there,
confined
where visions of heaven subsided long ago
with the arrival of sails creaking
under a hyperload of sparrows
here, there,
in this maze of splintering glass
in this expanse that claims me
in these infernal flamewaves tanning my fate
I was lost there
smiling
porcelain smiles
and waving
ox-hide kites. Bibliography2002. Theoretical Parables. - Durban -
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