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FENCES: Art Without Borders–Wilson the Universalist
FENCES: Art Without Borders–Wilson the Universalist The Lower Bottom Playaz, the oldest North American African theater troupe in Oakland CA is presenting FENCES as a part of its commitment to August Wilson’s Century Cycle. FENCES is perhaps the most familiar … Continue reading
Posted in August Wilson, Black Arts, non fiction essay, North American African Perspective, Performing Arts, Tales of Iron and Water, Theater
Tagged African American, august wilson, ayodele wordslanger nzinga, blk arts, Fences, hill district, lower bottom playaz, North American African Theater, Pittsburgh, Romare Bearden, short essay, The Century Cycle, the ground on which I stand, warrior art, West Oakland CA
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Diary of a Mad Creative # 19: Precious and the State of the Arts (pt. 2 of The Ground on which I stand.)
“If you do not know, I will tell you that black theatre in America is alive … it is vibrant … it is vital … it just isn’t funded. Black theatre doesn’t share in the economics that would allow it to support its artists and supply them with meaningful avenues to develop their talent and broadcast and disseminate ideas crucial to its growth. The economics are reserved as privilege to the overwhelming abundance of institutions that preserve, promote and perpetuate white culture.
That is not a complaint. That is an advertisement. Since the funding sources, both public and private, do not publicly carry avowed missions of exclusion and segregated support, this is obviously either a glaring case of oversight, or we the proponents of black theatre have not made our presence or needs known.” August Wilson Continue reading
Posted in Black Arts, Craft, North American African Perspective, Performing Arts, Theater
Tagged aspirations, august wilson, ayodele wordslanger nzinga, black arts, creativity, inspiration, life lessons, lower bottom playaz, nation building, North American African Perspective, short essay, the ground on which I stand, the wire, theater, tyler perry
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A pocket full of Cowrie
Sometimes you see yourself and it’s like you have been missing yourself. You are surprised by the reflection in the mirror.We spend so much time chasing goals. We reach one and barely stop to savor its sweetness before we begin … Continue reading
Posted in Life.
Tagged ayo nzinga, cowrie shells, personal wealth, perspective, short essay, wordslanger
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