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e travel with these individuals as they describe themselves apart from themselves, in parts including ourselves. Connecting all other selves.

The self is a common identity. Solo and connected to other individuals via the sex. Here we explore the common sex between men and women.

FIND YOUR MIND

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WE EXPLORE MALES FEMALES & FILMS and ask the soul of the matter. The SOUL being an important matter because it is the common factor between men and woman. Sex removed, remains the soul. What remains when these men women and films are stripped bare from their thoughts and actions? Their stories remain.

THE BEARD ENCORE MALES FEMALES FILMS Busiswa Mazwana

She! By Ipelo Ka She! stands arms akimbo and preaches With hypocritical gall about the virtues of life And the journeys to destinations that don't exist You are fired with the zeal of jejune obstinance Says the psychologist You are just as unintelligible as She! Is HE replies This is no profanation No hasty denigration As a lifetime of deification was Baptised in a pool of pious Indoctrination.

She! is a wounded hand Halfman masquerading as the Nurturer of compassion and Benevolence.

She! fuels HE feuds & And casts HE as darkness: Oh She! Tarnish HE pristine presence

She! stands arms akimbo and preaches With hypocritical gall, about the virtues of life And the journeys to destinations that don't exist You are fired with the zeal of jejune obstinance Says the psychiatrist You are just as inaccessible as She! is HE replies Sanctimonious rhetoric is She! opiate Tablet of spirit purgation, She! Tears At HE selfhood, Conscripts HE, and in She! Efforts to clone She! Unconsciously b(l)eats HE Into a philistine: self-seeking Seeking of self, meek and immortally Dependent on She! umbilical cord Of mortal sin.

HE is a faithless seedling of guilt Forever suckling fear From the breast of purgatory.

'THE HYPOCRITES', woodcut # 23 by Salvador DalĂ­ Illustrates PART 4 of the six-part series on Dante's INFERNO.

The poets are pursued by the Fiends and escape them by sliding down the sloping bank of the next pit. They are now in the sixth ditch. Here the HYPOCRITES, weighed down by great leaden robes, walk eternally round and round a narrow track.

The robes are brilliantly gilded on the outside and are shaped like a monk's habit, since the hypocrite's outward appearance shines brightly and passes for holiness, but under that show lies the terrible weight of his deceit which the soul must bear for all eternity.

She! stands arms akimbo and preaches With hypocritical gall about the virtues of life And the journeys to destinations that don't exist You are fired Says god You are just as She! Is HE replies And in HE exodus HE clings onto the vestiges Of hope, advocating faith And singing praise-songs Of a resurrected kinship But until then...

HE is haunted by She! the Hypocrite. By Ipelo Ka

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