December 5, 2013
For the great one
One time we met
The other moment
We are far from each other like mountains
Time brought distance between us
For the legend
You have played
Here in our shores, Azania
Not only here we sing your name
Your name is in the world’s tongue
Your vast and revered work is in their heart
So many palms
Under your belt
For so many years
Not sleeping copiously
But crafting the art
For the present and future
So present and future ones
Could have a taste of your hard work
Not easy road though
But you have walked
In the global map
In the sea you have glided
In the air you have fled
With no wings of that of birds
And in sand your foot print speak so loud
Your pen is always awake
To ink the paper
To lighten up the world
To edify about Art and Literature
Through your delta
To avoid demise of literature
And for you,
You have cheated demise
In so many ways
And have nine lives like a cat
But you never opted to rest your pen
Nor burn to ash you’re your note-pad
You never let your mind
To rest in that milady
You are born a writer
A true instigator
In the sky
Your name appear
Amongst the stars
Bold, black and tall
Mirth and beam
Always dressed up your face
And with a meek humanity
Black shades on your eyes
With books and papers
On your shoulder
Through various season
You are an African
Home in Nigeria
Is where your
Ancestors has rest
In this continent
We are one
With same blood in veins
Till time naked eyes gaze each other
I plea to you malome
To not let your pen rest
And not let your mind run dry
For our future sake
And for Africa’s sake
December 4, 2013
She is a symbol of strength…
A model of excellence…
So gracious in her stride……the poverty and suffering is unseen
The politics of a home remain classified
She is a woman but call her mother
She is the backbone of our lives…. without her….. we are disabled
She is the magnet that keeps things together
The African women is
God’s gift to humanity…
we are forever indebted to her womb
She is a women of substance
She is like wine…….
She is my antibiotic….
She has embraced
with age comes wisdom
She is a women of strength, courage and wisdom
A women of substance and content
Her love is unconditional
Her spirit resilient
Her soul beautiful
To the women of Africa
And the Diaspora no words
The extent of our gratitude
(By Tseke Molapo, Aug 2011)
By RUNOKO RASHIDI
The great Black leader that we bring to your attention today is Nebhepetre Mentuhotep II of Kmt. This outstanding pharaoh reigned for fifty-one years from 2046 BCE to 1995 BCE. He comes to us from the Eleventh Dynasty or royal family of Kmt. His roots are from the south of Kmt and specifically from the Scepter Nome around modern Luxor. He is one of the great national heroes of Kmt and is credited with reuniting the country after it had fallen into disarray. He was a powerful Black man and the towering figure of his time. In the famous statue portrayed here, located in the Egyptian Museum in Cairo, he is painted jet-black–the color of god in Kmt–and wears the red crown associated with Lower Kmt (Northern Egypt). He is in the Osirian posture, with white mummy shrouds and feet bound together. His huge muscular legs denote that he is firmly rooted in the earth, like the gospel song, “Like a tree planted by the river, I shall not be moved!” Mentuhotep II ushered in Kmt’s Second Golden Age and was the founder of the historical period known as the Middle King–the classical era in Kmt of literature and writing. Nebhepetre Mentuhotep II is truly worthy of the appellation Great Black Leader!
November 21, 2013
“The Marikana thing was a complete disaster for our country. Every time you watch that clip when the police are shooting you wish that they could have approached the matter differently. At the same time one is very keenly aware that you know police are human beings, you approach, they get into a situation, they are trained and all of that, we hope that their training can make them overcome human frailty but if it doesn’t it doesn’t. Here were 3000 men, some with pangas, axes, completely agitated by oppression. The fact that they are exploited. The fact that exploitation oppresses them. It was a touch and go situation. I still would want to say I would hope that the police had acted differently but they didn’t.”
Mongane Wally serote in interview with aryan kaganof
(a poem For Mongane Wally Serote who was)
The following day the Death Squad came
And placed our memories
Against the Wall
And shot them
all. Shot them
all. To loud
We stood and watched
As one by one. Our
When it was over
We went for tea
With our hell-
We bravely spoke
of better days to come
While the firing squad discretely
surrendered their quaint disguises
to the disenchanted masses
It must have been disbelief we felt
When we stared into the eyes
of faces. we could not re-
member. Silly grown
ups, once again
Interview with a Shadow (Mongane Serote who is)
Dear Chimurenga Chronic,
You sent me on a mission to interview Mongane Wally Serote. That man is no more. Instead I found his shadow. I have spent a month trying to write this interview. But my stomach will not allow me to write this interview. When I asked the Shadow of Mongane Wally Serote what he felt about Marikana he had this to say:
“The Marikana thing was a complete disaster for our country. Every time you watch that clip when the police are shooting you wish that they could have approached the matter differently. At the same time one is very keenly aware that, you know, police are human beings. You approach, they get into a situation, they are trained and all of that, we hope that their training can make them overcome human frailty, but if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. Here were 3000 men, some with pangas, axes, completely agitated by oppression. The fact that they are exploited. The fact that exploitation oppresses them. It was a touch and go situation. I still would want to say I would hope that the police had acted differently but they didn’t.”
What has happened to Mongane Wally Serote is emblematic of what has happened to the African National Congress. They have become shadows of themselves. The Chronic’s interest in Serote is nostalgic, it is based on what the man of Yakhal’inkomo and To Every Birth Its Blood would have to say about the South Africa of today. But that man is no more, that man is dead. The shadow Mongane Wally Serote wants me to be aware that “police are human beings”, when he emphasizes “but they didn’t” my skin crawls. The poet has become an apologist. It’s ugly.
ANDRIES NTSENYEHO killed by police.
ANELE MDIZENI killed by police.
BABALO MTSHAZI killed by police.
BONGANI MDZA killed by police.
BONGANI NQONGOPHELE killed by police.
BONGINKOSI YONA killed by police.
CEBISILE YAWA killed by police.
FEZILE SAPHENDU killed by police.
JACKSON LEHUPA killed by police.
JANAVEKE RAPHAEL LIAU killed by police.
JOHN LEDINGOANE killed by police.
JULIUS MACONTYWA killed by police.
KHANARE MONESA killed by police.
MAFOLISI MABIYA killed by police.
MAKOSANDILE MKHONJWA killed by police.
MGCINENI NOKI killed by police.
MICHAEL NGWEYI killed by police.
MODISAOTSILE SAGALALA killed by police.
MOLEFI NTSOELE killed by police.
MONGEZELELI NTENETYA killed by police.
MLANDULI SABA killed by police.
MPHANGELI THUKUZA killed by police.
MPUMZENI NGXANDE killed by police.
MVUYISI PATO killed by police.
MZUKISI SOMPETA killed by police.
NKOSIYABO XALABILE killed by police.
NTANDAZO NOKAMBA killed by police.
PATRICK JIJASE killed by police.
PHUMZILE SOKANYILE killed by police.
SANDI TEYISE killed by police.
STELEGA GADLELA killed by police.
TELENG MOHAI killed by police.
THABILE MPUMZA killed by police.
THABISO MOSEBETSANE killed by police
THABISO THELEJANE killed by police.
THAPELO MABEBE killed by police.
THEMBELAKHE MATI killed by police.
THEMBINKOSI GWELANI killed by police.
THOBISILE ZIMBAMBELE killed by police.
The following day the Death Squad came
And placed our memories
Against the Wall
And shot them
all. Shot them
all. To loud
Greyton, 5 November 2013
“Kaganof does not repeat out of a fear that he has been misunderstood, quite the contrary. It is precisely because what he has filmed might merely be understood that it must perpetually be re-insisted. His landscape filming is not without a frightening simplicity. It is perhaps reducible to one question: what is an end? One shudders perhaps. An end? Are there more than one? Is not the very question a violation of sorts? In the end – one no longer denies it – there is death, but for the moment one has … other ends? There must surely be other ends. Landscape filming as an end it itself? The end of democracy?”
I have been asking myself about Andile. He often calls himself an anarchist. But next year he will be an establishment figure as he’ll be a member of parliament! What does he say about that? Ask him for me. (How do I know he’ll be an MP? The Fighter comrades will not let him go without putting his name among the top on the EFF electoral list.)
Tell prof Mda that indeed im something of an anarchist. I believe in the 21 century to be a revolutionary one has to have deep suspicion of power and therefore set up as many as possible mechanism to secure one against power. so if im called by the fighters I would go with the hope of a Leninist moment more than an anarchist one. can we build power outside of parliament whilst using it as a place to legitimate peoples power? we must always strive to expose it as a place against the people. will EFF parliamentarians accept that rubber bullets must visit their bodies? will we go to jail like the rest of the protesting unwashed hordes? will we force parliament to stand still and listen to the people? will we be able to play the insider outsider role? tell him I have many many questions myself. will the fighters fight is my question!
November 20, 2013
.. black, soiled
the war of words
deeds and action,
bringing up and down
our own evolution
the power of a thousand
an one warrior
they say wickedness
is soluable in art..
i made my life
a work of it..
i thought as i have always
that you sung dem bluez
dug a hole deep
in the ozone layer
to float in outer space
fo a thousand years
and then some..
November 19, 2013
“It was all a swindle, an obscene swindle! They had set themselves up to describe the world. What did they know of us, except that we numbered so many, worked on certain jobs, offered so many votes, and provided so many marchers for some protest parade of theirs? I leaned there, aching to humiliate them, to refute them. And now all past humiliations became precious parts of my experience, and for the first time, leaning against that stone wall in the sweltering night, I began to accept my past and, as I accepted it, I felt memories welling up within me. It was as though I’d learned suddenly to look around corners; images of past humiliations flickered through my head and I saw that they were more than separate experiences. They were me; they defined me. I was my experiences and my experiences were me, and no blind men, no matter how powerful they became, even if they conquered the world, could take that, or change one single itch, taunt, laugh, cry, scar, ache, rage or pain of it. They were blind, bat blind, moving only by the echoed sounds of their own voices. And because they were blind they would destroy themselves and I’d help them. I laughed. Here I had thought they accepted me because they felt that colour made no difference, when in reality it made no difference because they didn’t see colour or men … For all they were concerned, we were so many names scribbled on fake ballots, to be used at their convenience and when not needed to be filed away. It was a joke, an absurd joke. And now I looked around a corner of my mind and saw Jack and Norton and Emerson merge into one single white figure. They were very much the same, each attempting to force his picture of reality upon me and neither giving a hoot in hell for how things looked to me. I was simply a material, a natural resource to be used. I had switched from the arrogant absurdity of Norton and Emerson to that of Jack and the Brotherhood, and it all came out the same – except now I recognized my invisibility.”
my brain is
on blood thinners
first published here: http://slipnet.co.za/view/event/from-a-place-of-blackness-wake-up-or-get-out/
This year’s MINA screening program features pocket films, mobile-mentaries and smartphone films from Australia, Brazil, Canada, Columbia, France, Hungary, Italy, Japan, New Zealand, Poland, Sweden U.K. and the USA. The 2013 International Mobile Innovation Screening is curated by the MINA Screening Committee and Max Schleser in collaboration with MINA’s partner film festivals: iPhoneFF (USA), SEISFF (Korea), Cinephone (Spain), Mobile Film Festival (Macedonia), Mobil Film Festival (USA), Ohrenblick Mal and Mobile Streifen (Germany).
06 November | 6.30 – 7pm reception | 7pm – 8.30pm screening
Location: The New Zealand Film Archive – Te Anakura Whitiahua, 84 Taranaki Street
Ticket price: $8 Public | $6 Concession
21 November | 7pm – 8pm
22 November | 6pm – 7pm
The Auckland screenings are free and open to the public.
Location: AUT City Campus WG404, Level 4, WG Sir Paul Reeves Building, Governor Fitzroy Place
9 December | 5pm – 8pm
The Melbourne screenings are free and open to the public.
Location: Cinema, Swanston Academic Building, Swanston St
Mobile Phone Filmmaking Workshop
18 -19 November | 9am – 4pm
MINA co-founders, Laurent Antonczak and Max Schleser will be leading a two-day intensive workshop that will give an overview of the many styles and techniques used to create films using a mobile phone. Participants will explore the ideas, scripting, shooting and editing processes to enable them to produce a short film; whether it’s an educational video, experimental film or the next viral hit.
Cost: $75 – $150
Location: AUT City Campus WE402, Level 4, WE Art & Design Building, St Paul Street
3rd Mobile Creativity and Mobile Innovation Symposium
21 – 22 November | 9am – 6pm
The Symposium provides a platform for filmmakers, artists, designers, researchers and industry professionals to debate the prospect of wireless, mobile and ubiquitous technologies in art and design environments, education, and the creative industries. Keynote speakers are Helen Keegan (University of Salford, UK) and Larissa Hjorth (RMIT University, Australia). Presenter topics range from ‘Twitter, Instagram and Micro Narratives’, ‘Collaborative Mobile-Mentaries (mobile documentary)’, ‘The Brown Book: Māori in Screen Production’ to Instagram Video and the Creation of Slow Media, ‘mobile location-based augmented reality gaming’ and ‘the democratization of Mobile Filmmaking’.
Cost: $45 – $130
Location: AUT City Campus WG403, Level 3, WG Sir Paul Reeves Building, Governor Fitzroy Place
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November 18, 2013
sightless eyes prayed
to a mind
from what savage
of our visions.
gliding on the wings
a chickens neck
our fortunes .