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Category Archives: Black Arts
Blue Ball (From ‘That New Millennium Dime’)
Blue Ball one ocean/one tree/one/u lookin for water/on the moon/on mars/yet u the one that poisoned the earths rivers/ fish in the lake/the ocean/full of antidepressants/ fantastic/ya dumb ass invented plastic spray more/harvest more clone it/they dont need to know make it … Continue reading
That New Millennium Dime: War
Posted in Black Arts, Craft, journal, North American African Perspective, Performing Arts, Poetry, work in progress
Tagged ayodele wordslanger nzinga, poems, writing
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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 18
I create. That’s my religion. I am the builder in my parable of the builder. I have learned to make what I need. I have learned to build for the sake of building. I have discovered that I am increased even when the gardens are for others. I understand the moral in the parable of "The Parables of the Talents". Continue reading
Diary of a mad creative: I create therefore I am pt.16
I know how to make lemonade. Only I stop me. If you stand in the path you may get left on the side of the road or perhaps ran over. I drive to the hoop by nature. I look for the blessings, value my haters, and move in one direction, forward. Continue reading
Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 15
I have been wounded by Wilson and something is growing in the cut. Art should bruise, inspire, provoke, affirm, pose questions and soothe. Gem has done all that and Wilson is offering me more. I accept. Continue reading
Water Rites
Posted in Black Arts, North American African Perspective, Performing Arts, Poetry
Tagged ayo nzinga, blk arts, creativity, poems, wordslanger
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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 14
If you don’t decide where you stand you won’t know why you fell down. I deal in mental groceries. I want to feed my congregation. I don’t do fluff and I ain’t trying to cross over. If you want to … Continue reading
Posted in Black Arts, Craft, journal, Life., Performing Arts, Poetry, Theater
Tagged aspirations, ayodele nzinga, commodities, creativity, nation building, personal wealth, perspective, the ground on which I stand, theater
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Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am Pt. 12
We are who we say we are. Standing in the footlights paving a road others can follow. We are on the top of the mountain looking around at the terrain we have traveled. We are all need rest like air but for … Continue reading
Posted in Black Arts, Craft, journal, Life., Performing Arts, Theater
Tagged aspirations, august wilson, ayodele nzinga, black arts, gem of the ocean, inspiration, life lessons, lower bottom playaz, theater, wordslanger
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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 11
We were born last night. In the glare of the lights, on a beautiful set, with a packed house, during a balmy evening that was perfect for outdoor theater; we took our first steps. We stood and we walked. There … Continue reading
Posted in Black Arts, Craft, Performing Arts, Theater
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That New Millennium Dime: The Dime
That New Millennium Dime; a work that interrogates the dawn of a new century in America and the era of its first North American African president. Continue reading →
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