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Wilson as Redemption Song
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
Posted in artist scholar, August Wilson, Black Arts
Tagged #American Century Cycle, #ayodelenzinga, #black theater, august wilson
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strive
prophetic dreams blood and feathers shots in the night the shrinking ground edging forward towards open sky or the abyss struggling in the dark looking for the light hoping to fall up bruised by being held down no space for … Continue reading
a final dream of flight
i have a pen i have written my own story i read yours it was narrow sad predictable on so many levels it did not predict my flight i wrote it over the text offered i spoke it softly looking … Continue reading
Posted in belonging, Black Arts, North American African Perspective, place, Poetry
Tagged #poetry, awareness
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Brother Gone
peace, just a line to say you are on my mind so far away from home all you love surrounded on four sides by danger clear present enduring stealing you from us forcing you to hide your fire under water … Continue reading
new dance
a time will come to let go the child let them go where they will where you have not been they may bring you what you have never had never seen could not have imagined let them be bigger than … Continue reading
Flowers for the Trashman, Director’s Notes
“The average child can tell you more about his favorite artist than he can his own family. The everyday adult knows how to talk at children but spends little time talking to them as equal humans with viable information about themselves and their environment to offer. We are alone, traveling together on a blue ball spinning in space, more connected than ever before, and yet we are alone, isolated in our individual stories of self…” Continue reading
Eight of Ten: Jitney, a Director’s Note
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
August Wilson and Ferguson
The more I do this work the clearer I become that my art is my contribution to the battle for equity. Standing proudly on the ground of the dirt beneath the floor underneath the door of no return — I … Continue reading
lifted measure one
sometimes it gets hard to lift something must be shifted can’t go on this way even if youre gifted can’t drift in the game twisted i insist i get a grip i know the story flip the script stealing my … Continue reading
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Tagged ayodele wordslanger nzinga, black poems, liberation art, poems
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