Category Archives: August Wilson

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Posted on December 28, 2015 by

red cloth tales & miracles abound I am on the bottom of the ocean walking the bones with Wilson we follow the 1024 a solemn pantheon grandparents great grand parents we walk where they walked how they walked great greats … Continue reading →

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The Sad and Sorry Tale of Caesar Wilkes. (Radio Golf: Production notes #1)

Posted on November 22, 2015 by

To understand the end one must have an appreciation for the beginning. So as I begin production of Radio Golf by August Wilson I am compelled to look back over the American Century Cycle to the beginning. I met Caesar … Continue reading →

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Radio Golf By August Wilson (pre-production notes)

Posted on November 10, 2015 by

The Lower Bottom Playaz, Inc (LBP), a small scrappy theater company in Oakland CA, are about to become a part of theater history.  They are in production for Radio Golf by August Wilson which will open on December 18, 2015 … Continue reading →

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the house hustle made

Posted on November 6, 2015 by

this is the house hustle made born blessings due 101 in the shade rough rider striding through life behind the veil imperial no fade  the light in the house  hustle made instructed by the bones bottom of the ocean on … Continue reading →

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Wilson as Redemption Song

Posted on August 28, 2015 by

We are wandering in the wilderness; all there is to save us is an unsung song of self. If you can’t imagine North America as a wilderness you have not experienced history from my perspective. My people were captured and … Continue reading →

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Eight of Ten: Jitney, a Director’s Note

Posted on December 30, 2014 by

I am mid way through the production of Jitney. Only 3 shows left. It’s the second show of the cycle we have done at the Flight Deck in newly dubbed “Uptown”, (used to be plain old downtown), Oakland.  This is … Continue reading →

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August Wilson and Ferguson

Posted on December 30, 2014 by

Originally posted on A.Nzinga's Blog:
Wilson noted: “I think my plays offer (white Americans) a different way to look at black Americans,” he told The Paris Review. “For instance, in ‘Fences’ they see a garbageman, a person they…

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August Wilson portrait by Iconic artist James Gayles is for sale by auction.

Posted on December 1, 2014 by

Iconic artist James Gayles of Oakland CA has generously donated this portrait of America’s Shakespeare, August Wilson, to Oakland’s premiere North American African Theater Troupe, The Lower Bottom Playaz, to help fund their historic production of his seminal work The … Continue reading →

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August Wilson and Ferguson

Posted on November 30, 2014 by

Wilson noted: “I think my plays offer (white Americans) a different way to look at black Americans,” he told The Paris Review. “For instance, in ‘Fences’ they see a garbageman, a person they don’t really look at, although they see … Continue reading →

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Cotton and the Lynching Tree Gang

Posted on October 18, 2014 by

    there was a gang of them holding us down we were no match for such fierce cruelty we fought back best we could but they had friends in high places with last words to say we had the … Continue reading →

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