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God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair
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Gentrification: No Resting Place, Pt. 3
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Seven of One, Five of the Other: Half way through August Wilson’s Century Cycle
Wilson is a bluesologist and we are blues people. Avotcja Jiltonilro explained to me once that the blues as we know it actually evolved from praise music not from the angst of the American experience as we have been taught. It is our song. Our ever overstanding of the beauty and majesty inherent in life and our heart’s determination to continue beating. Continue reading
Posted in Black Arts, Craft, non fiction essay, North American African Perspective, Performing Arts, Tales of Iron and Water, Theater, work in progress
Tagged august wilson, ayodele nzinga, black arts, blues, blues people, century cycle, drama, hill district, lower bottom playaz, movement and time as themes, sr. thea bowman memorial theater, theater, West Oakland, wordslanger
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True North: Me and Wilson
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Posted in arts scholarship, August Wilson, belonging, Black Arts, journal, non fiction essay, North American African Perspective, Performing Arts, Tales of Iron and Water, warrior art
Tagged #American Century Cycle, august wilson, ayodele wordslanger nzinga, black arts, gem of the ocean, joe turner has come and gone, ma rainey's black bottom, the ground on which I stand, the piano lesson
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New Page
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99 Swang / That New Millenium Dime
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A Song of August Wilson or The Lion’s Roar, Parts 1, 2 and 3.
There is no return from this baptism by Wilson. Nothing will ever be the same again. I have been caught by the piper. I follow the roar of the lion.
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Posted in Black Arts, Craft, journal, North American African Perspective, Performing Arts
Tagged august wilson, ayodele wordslanger nzinga, black arts, gem of the ocean, Joe Turner's Come and Gone, lower bottom playaz, nation building, North American African Perspective, the ground on which I stand, theater, warrior art
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A Song for Dirt & Water from “That New Millennium Dime”
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June 2011, & X @ 67
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Canon – (From the collection INK)
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