Abigail George is a feminist, poet and short story writer. She is the recipient of two South African National Arts Council Writing Grants, one from the Centre for the Book and the Eastern Cape Provincial Arts and Culture Council. She was born and raised in the coastal city of Port Elizabeth, the Eastern Cape of South Africa, educated there and in Swaziland and Johannesburg. She has written a novella, books of poetry, and collections of short stories. She is busy with her brother putting the final additions to a biography on her father’s life. Her work has recently been anthologised in the Sol Plaatje EU Poetry Anthology IV. Her work was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She briefly studied film.
There’s a Eucharistic art to it that we must we aware of when we discuss the roles of the Holy Spirit and Mother Mary. The natural environment. The supernatural. The neurological. The psychological. The monk in prayer and meditation. The celibate life. The immaculate conception. I often gather new insight into modern religious doctrine and teaching from the Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke. Let us look at the Christian in awe of God. In awe of the biblical teachings of the supernatural. From an early age, we are taught hope, faith, love.
I don’t remember the past.
For a long time, in schools in Port Elizabeth. Swaziland and Johannesburg I was very unhappy with myself. I thought my South African self, had not turned out properly. All neat around the edges. I had no identity to speak of, no culture, no tradition, no heritage, and most of all no inheritance. I only had the genes of my mother and my father on my side. So to progress in life I educated myself. I read all that I could. All my life I was the proverbial square peg in a round hole. This image or rather idea that I had of myself was not an identity. It was a spoilt, dysfunctional identity that had no sound psychological framework.