Amitava Kumar and Teju Cole collaborate on an ekphrastic project exploring how Cole’s paired images intersect with the works of artists ranging from Sontag to Singh.

Source: Who’s Got the Address? – Guernica

Beauty

February 17, 2018

Beauty is in the eye
of the beholder
and I be holding beauty
when I glance upon them
theoretically shaping
the future into an afro
centric sharpness
that shook
the white power structure
into confronting
black consciousness
organized and mandated
to dismiss
that old time religion
that said everything in its place
especially the black race.

A new paradigm of blackness
rooted in a communal soliloquy:
ghetto equals colony
and racism is the bastard child
of fascist economies.
Fanon, Malcolm and James
became antidotes
for antiquated theologies
and anti-social pathologies.

In the belly of the imperialistic beast,
in the macro-and-microcosms
of streets and prisons
a new paradigm, a paradise
of struggle
created by ex-soldiers
high school and college students,
whores, pimps, drug dealers
NASA employees,
doctors and number runners
heady, ready and willing.

From Watts to the Congo
white power has gotta go
burn baby burn
no ashes in the urn
time for the tide to turn
and put an end to the yearn.

Discern:

Panther power was here
turned the police into pigs
and nigs into blacks
figuratively burning effigies
with tactics and strategies
that earned them freedom’s mind.

Ejiọfọr Ugwu  lives and writes in Nsukka, Nigeria. His poetry chapbook The Book of God was selected by African Poetry

Source: Poetry and the Fullness of Things: A Dialogue With Ejiofor Ugwu – Africa in Dialogue

Monolithic.
Self-describes
as “the”
meaning
ultimate,
definitive.

“The” personifies death.

“The” woos she
saying she has a stake
and she does;
runs the businesses,
wears the uniforms,
shoots the guns,
terrorizes those
“the” proclaims
as enemies.

She personifies death.

“The” and she copulate
violently.
The seed is born
dangerously
deranged.

No cheerios for the cherub
named Damien.
Six fingers, six toes
and a sickening sense
of two tongues tangled up
in terror-tories
and districts
of under-developed
dysfunction.

Columbine calamity
collides with
paltry parental perceptions
but still
the question is queried:

how alongside “The” came
inheritors of hitlerism
gorging on son of sam smorgasbords
defecating dahmerisms,
defiling the dream
of delusional deities?

We see but we don’t see
how it was bound to be
that the son of “The” devil
was born to revile
and revenge himself
upon his own
monolith:
the most popular;
the most monied;
the mostly
free white
and under 21
maintainers
of the status quo;

but for “The”
genesis of understanding
doesn’t germinate
from the sacrificial suicide
of the sum.

Deceptively dissociative
“The” avoids the answers
that may
anoint “The”
with humanity.

Freestyle #1, 2018

January 2, 2018

Freestyle #1, 2018

Stymied by the weather
words coalesce and collect
like dust, like soil.

I am an archaeologist
unearthing her hidden story.
A grain of sand, a paragraph
is all that history provides.

To the victor belongs the spoils

I guess…

 

Cover designer Alexander von Ness explains the value of a book cover redesign and walks through several cover redesigns and their goals.

Source: Book Cover Redesign as Marketing Tool | Jane Friedman

When I was a teenager (18/19), I didn’t know anything (relatively speaking) about the liberation struggle but I did know a lil about black feminism and the reason for that was because of the work of women such as Barbara Smith and books such as Homegirls – a Black Feminist Anthology.
A circle is an embrace and Barbara Smith deserves to be encircled. (TMC)

 

Source: A letter from Ms. Barbara’s Caring Circle – BARBARA SMITH CARING CIRCLE

Drafted and Shafted

May 29, 2017

Everyday, the street sweepers’ contempt
swept us, nothing and nobody exempt.

The whites of their eyes forecast doom
in their matrix soundstage of a room.

They insisted on incising my rights
with a language full of curses and slights.

You won’t catch me on the front line
being one God says is all mine.

It’ll be prison time you’ll reap
or on this floor, your blood will seep.

Either way I’d be gone, nonexistent
so I chose the path of least resistance.

For the first time, the gun in my hands is legal
which surprised me into feeling regal.

I wanted to swagger around like John Wayne
but everyone treated me like Major Payne.

To make sure I was constantly outdoors
They sent me on senseless missions to explore.

When my grumblings became a roar
MP’s dropped me in the real war.

One day their bombs blew my body apart
destroying my will to depart.

Source: » 15 Respected Literary Journals and Magazines that Publish Creative Writing

 

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Source: Every Day I Birth the Blues by Tichaona Chinyelu | Liberated Muse Arts Group