The title for this performance came from a quote uttered rather cruelly by the father of Ingrid Jonker, the woman to whom this performance paid tribute.

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Ingrid Jonker was a wonderful South African poet who committed suicide by drowning off the Seapoint waters of the Atlantic Ocean. When asked to do a performance for Rose Korbers Art Salon, with its wonderful swimming pool overlooking this area of the coast, Ingrid Jonkers story held significance and appeal.

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Filling the pool with sea kelp, I floated face down in the water, on a chilly day, for a little over an hour. When I emerged, numb and cold, and dripping wet, I proceeded to recite some of Ingrid's poems. She seemed to have a precognition of the manner of her death, because the imagery of drowning was repeatedly evoked in haunting wordplay. It is these poems that I performed.