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Visible
its not the hoodies or the skittles BART rides not the wallet he pulled out or the comb the cell phone not the toy gun or the raised empty hands perhaps its the kiss of melanin the brown black velvet-ness … Continue reading
idenity
tempered, forged, amalgamated solid containing an internal logic no predicable ambient point not likely to melt in benign circumstance likely to reassemble in its original pattern coalesced from remnants stubborn essential parts determining a whole complete with its own center … Continue reading
Ralph Ellison’s Song
slain by ink again & again made invisible unseen conjured on the 11 o’clock news new mau mau’s jeans low wild threats to civility written on like a wall like an epitaph suffering on the margin blues after notes air … Continue reading
The Lower Bottom Playaz:FENCES at The African American Museum and Library at Oakland.
Lower Bottom Playaz, Inc, under the direction of Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD present the 6th of the 10 play cycle on their march to be the first troupe ever to do all ten in chronological order. http://www.TalesofIronandWater.com
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
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August 25, 2013
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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Pragmatic Optimism
The figs did not ripen this year nor did the dreams of democracy in the land of the free the hard green fruit only skin and seeds absent the flesh necessary to sustain the living who are left with only … Continue reading
Unlikely Magicians
Theater offers you a chance to solve a character’s problem, enjoy his destiny, fight along side him against his fate. Theater gives a performer a place to spend the emotional currency stored in an their well of lived experiences, it gives you a place to go when it is necessary to vacate your own reality temporarily for the sake of being able to carry it when you are forced to return to it. Continue reading
