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1815 c/o Sully Sanchez






La Belle Hottentot, a 19th century French print of Baartman.

A caricature of Baartman drawn in the early 19th century.














Baartman, pictured next to a chair and a goura.

Baartman's exhibition poster in London.






























A Pair of Broad Bottoms, a caricature by William Heath from 1810.


















Illustration of Baartman taken from Volume II of the Illustrations of the Natural History of Mammals. It is found between the representations of a Corsican mouflon (female), and a langur (male).













Plaque at Baartman's grave.

Saartjie Baartman's grave, on a hill overlooking Hankey in the Gamtoos River Valley, Eastern Cape, South Africa.

Signboard at the grave, including the poem by Diana Ferrus.

Sarah Baartmann's last resting place.








"...she is dressed in a colour as nearly resembling her skin as possible. The dress is contrived to exhibit the entire frame of her body, and the spectators are even invited to examine the peculiarities of her form."










"Her personality was lively, her memory good and, after a gap of some weeks, she recognised someone she had seen only the once. She spoke reasonable Dutch, which she had learned in The Cape, knew some English, and was beginning to say a few words in French. She danced according to the fashion of her own country, and played on the instrument they call the 'jew's harp' quite by ear....her shoulders, back, and upper chest were graceful...Her arms (rather slender) were very well-made, and her hand charming. Her foot was also very pretty...."







"Sartjee is 22 Years old is 4 feet 10 Ins high, and has (for an Hoteentot) a good capacity. She lived in the occupation of a Cook at the Cape of Good Hope. Her Country is situated not less than 600 Miles from the Cape the Inhabitants of which are rich in Cattle and sell them by barter for a mere trifle"

























































































Her skeleton, preserved genitals and brain were placed on display in Paris' Musée de l'Homme[49] until 1974, when they were removed from public view and stored out of sight; a cast was still shown[50] for the following two years.




1781 c/o Sully Sanchez







i discover things from the comfort of my home

on uranus a year lasts 84 years

tupac was named after a person who was named after a person each more famous than the last

i brush my teeth like i hate them

the first tupac was beheaded the second was torn apart by horses

life is hard and it becomes harder

i feel like i almost have 27 moons

on uranus you die on your first birthday

the third tupac is the one that you know

mother earth
witness how my enemies shed my blood


1767 c/o Sully Sanchez



i saw a chef

dear caged birds
do not worry
this poem is only
28 lines

you were made from love
it’s only right that
you should want it

i have seen two people
wear a single scarf and
i have been one of them

dear caged birds
there is a german word
for how you feel in
migration season and
don't worry
this poem is only
11 more lines

how far is the moon and
how far is the moon

today i either saw
a man dressed as a chef or
a chef

in quieter moments
perhaps remember that
even tornadoes are
so lonely
if you look at them

do not worry

1758 c/o Sully Sanchez



systema naturae

on the mountain i sing
songs about the
mountain to the mountain

i shush the mountain

from the mountain i can see a
tree near a tree

i am holding lakes i think
looking at a lake from a mountain

trees

falcon is the word for
a female falcon

i feel so tough on a mountain
on a mountain

more time now doesn't mean
less eternity later i think and

trees

a baby dragonfly is a nymph
a baby dragonfly on a mountain is a
nymph

in the rain i feel so tough in
the rain

enough trees
just become a forest
whether they want to
or not

everywhere i go there
i am

1747 c/o Sully Sanchez


lmho

you are very welcome to watch me die
i have fingers on which i count
my wife has an impressive array of legs
i miss them

i am on the coasts of my country
the best traitor is so even to himself
i am just one of a very tough family
my brother stabbed a bagpiper

there is a scaffold for you
willow trees bend and i bend
i am shocked when i wear armour
look at me

now quiet
quiet wisdom is not wisdom
night and day the gates of dark death stand wide
it is easy to go down into hell

so it is sweet and fitting to die for your country
in latin
so twenty people will die watching me die
in latin

1710 c/o Sully Sanchez


a whimper

a screaming
comes across
the sky sky every day there are
men who struggle for a
day and they are good the

heaventree of stars hung
with humid nightblue
fruit they
were delicious so sweet and so

cold a red wheel
barrow glazed with rain
water beside
the
white chickens the

winter does what
it can for its
children thank you you
are a very pleasant

person thank
you you
are too july it’ll
hit you you in
july the sun

shone having
no alternative on the
nothing new  not
being with

you is the only way
i have to
measure
time all in green
went my love riding on a great

horse of gold into the
silver dawn all of
us have a place in
history

 mine is
clouds anathematization of
the world is not an
adequate
response to

the world yes
is a pleasant
country the world
is a fine

place and worth the
fighting
for and i hate very
much to leave it my
poem is finished and i

haven't mentioned
orange yet it's twelve
poems i call
it oranges

1668 c/o Sully Sanchez


a new universal language

yeh i have indigestion

IT IS NT MORNInG
   ahhhh where u @, my only father
i am both of ur DADs

   strap me to the ground im cryeing

   get crunk
get skype tonight
ur a bearded man after all

   these picture
Look at how much nature
   !
nature is
so nature
   it
   is
   i am It

a diarrhoea is
sorta
   like
a Pizzeria
Idk
except .

   i can feel lonely
damn
jesus take The   Wheel

please
i am
  wall Street
  can i

i might
put me
or

   sear me please somehow
   a bit

actually fucking slam me in the 0ven alrdy
   im sick of defrosting
:)

o k i washed me

haaha i am sick of washing me now so i stopped
wa tcounts as nature today
   it is more dark than pictures


i want
   tapioca
   ball
   s


1603 c/o Sully Sanchez


Uranometria


(no feet) Bird of Paradise is a star
(the pan) on the earth on the floor + lion (chameleon) is a star
Bluefish is a star
Crane is a star
male water snake is a star
is an Indian stars
flies a star
Peacock is a star
Phoenix (boat) is a star
the southern Delta is a star
Toucan is a star
Flying fish is a star

1580 c/o Sully Sanchez


The Book of Concord



It is OK to fantasise about being a tortoise wearing Ray-Bans.

Smelling yourself is the same deal as yawning if people see you doing it.

If a woman with one crutch gets onto the train with you, it’s fine to give her a minute or two to hit people on the legs with it before you offer her your seat.

It is OK to be an assassin but it’s a pretty interesting career choice.

Affecting a facial tic probably won’t make people think you are truer of spirit.

When drinks go flat it’s OK to think that humans are pretty easily impressed.

Hurry up and make a decision on your number one favourite vegetable.

Always find out how a person reacts to having their new shoes stepped before you go to bed with them.

It is OK if you want to stare at the crotch of someone you find unattractive because why not, it's the 90s!

Hurry up and figure out a way to hug someone properly while lying on the floor.

It is OK to imagine that somehow the human race has survived another ~12bn years and now the universe is shrinking.

Imagine that.

Yikes.

The crowning professional achievement of a teenage vandal is probably throwing a lampchop through a skylight.

It is OK if you dream of a racehorse that has drowned in a Jacuzzi.

It is OK if you don’t want to eat that scorpion for whatever reason.

Figure out what is the furthest you’ve ever rolled down a hill.

Go out in the next 6 months to try and beat that record because why not, it's 1995!

You can wear a scarf for as long as you want, it doesn’t bother me.

Hurry up and figure out what hairstyles will be like in the future and place a thousand dollar bet (there will probably be a lot of hair extension).

It was probably an overreaction when you punched that piglet hard in the face.

Wait, what is that ninja doing in a bakery?

1548 c/o Sully Sanchez


Juan Diego


Juan Diego exists.
Juan Diego might exist.
Juan Diego should exist.
Juan Diego existed differently.
Juan Diego exists on a deerskin.
Juan Diego could not have existed.
Juan Diego existed, as research has proved.
Juan Diego does not exist but he is a miracle.
Juan Diego exists as two hands building a shrine.
Juan Diego exists but is carrying roses that do not.
Juan Diego existed but much later than we thought.
Juan Diego exists as the son of his youngest daughter.
Juan Diego exists because someone is calling his name.
Juan Diego is a mythical character and therefore he exists.
Juan Diego is a mythical character and therefore he does not exist.
Juan Diego exists but only on cold mornings, on hilltops.
Juan Diego exists because of a lady who doesn’t exist.
Juan Diego exists but his name is not Juan Diego.
Juan Diego exists as coarse fibres he has woven.
Juan Diego exists because of what he saw.
Juan Diego exists in an impossible way.
Juan Diego exists as a gentle dust.
Juan Diego exists as a nobody.
Juan Diego exists as an apron.
Juan Diego may have existed.
Juan Diego does not exist.
Juan Diego did not exist.
Juan Diego will exist.
Juan Diego existed.