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Title: Nothings Changed


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Nothings Changed Small round hard stones click 
under my heels,  seeding grasses thrust 
bearded seeds  into trouser cuffs, cans, 
trodden on, crunch  in tall, purple-flowering, 
amiable weeds.  District Six.  No board says
it is  but my feet know,  and my hands,  and
the skin about my bones,  and the soft labouring
of my lungs,  and the hot, white, inwards
turning  anger of my eyes. 
The first verse describes an abandoned, neglected
place with dirt and cans all over the ground.
amiable means friendly. amiable weeds
creates an oxymoron (where two seemingly
contradictory terms are placed together). This
suggests that even though the place is not
pretty, the poet is familiar with it and
therefore it is amiable.
Again, the familiarity is shown as the poet does
not need a board to say where he is
Is the anger due to the neglect or to some other
memories?
2
Lots of images to suggest that this is a place
where the wealthy dine or that the white people
are the ones with the money
Brash with glass,  name flaring like a flag, 
it squats  in the grass and weeds,  incipient
Port Jackson trees  new, up-market, haute
cuisine,  guard at the gatepost,  whites only
inn. No sign says it is  but we know where we
belong.  I press my nose to the clear panes,
know,  before I see them, there will be 
crushed ice white glass,  linen falls,  the
single rose.
There is an angry tone as the poet uses irony to
suggest that they know where other people think
they belong
Repetition is used to highlight the familiarity
and understanding that the poet has.
3
Contrast from the Whites only Inn suggests that
this is the black mans cafe
Down the road,  working mans cafe sells  bunny
chows.  Take it with you, eat  it at a plastic
table's top,  wipe your fingers on your jeans, 
spit a little on the floor  it's in the
bone. I back from the glass,  boy again, 
leaving small mean O  of small, mean mouth. 
Hands burn  for a stone, a bomb,  to shiver
down the glass.  Nothing's changed.
Casual but subversive tone used
The poet leaves us with his memories of the past
and decides that nothing has in fact changed.
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