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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 among others, creating some of the most important theatrical pieces in the country. In 1978 he was awarded the Olive Schreiner Award for his play, Randlords and Rotgut, and in 1981 he won a further award for Howl at the Moon, a video fiction for which he wrote the screenplay and also directed. He found employment at the University of KwaZulu Natal in 1982 at its Industrial Organisational and Labour Studies (IOLS) department, emerging as an anti-apartheid intellectual with active involvement with trade unions and community organisations. Sitas worked with 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. In May 2009 he joined the University of Cape Town as a Professor at its Sociology Department.
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. Bibliography1986. In A. T. Qabula (ed), Black Mamba Rising: South African Worker Poets in Struggle. Worker Resistance and Culture Publications 1989. Tropical Scars. Congress of South African Writers 1991. William Zungu: A Xmas Story. Buchu Books 1993. Etopia: A week in the life of a worker in the year 2020 (An instruction manual). Madiba Publishers 2000. Slave Trades; An Artist's Notebook. Deep South Publishing 2002. Theoretical Parables. University of South Africa Press
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