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Jazzpoetry by John Sinclair

by • December 2nd, 2011

Before the performance, John Sinclair, takes time out to sit and be quiet. He turns inwards and then without  papers or books he speaks, delivers his texts in true San Francisco poetry style. Here defending the Blues.   “humphf”&n…

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Beautiful Animation of Brahms Concerto

by • November 24th, 2011

Beautiful music animation by music animation artist Stephen Manlinowski.[The music animation works of Stephen Malinowski]

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Documentary about the Open Source, Creative Commons Revolution in Brazil

by • August 27th, 2011

Remixofagia – Alegorias de uma revolução from FLi Multimídia on Vimeo.

The above documentary in Portuguese with English sub-titles, tells the story of the one of Brazil’s most recent and interesting cultural revolutions: It’s election of a working …

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Clara Hsu-San Francisco Poet

by • August 19th, 2011

Clara Hsu is one of the San Francisco poets we met and even heard read her work, accompanying herself with Chinese singing bowls. A wonderful combination.

Cherry Blossoms

To dream
is to wake when the first
token of romance is set adrift.
The crystal droplets that clung onto new shoots
have given birth.
The sun, in mere days, ripens the offspring.
They bloom in droves,
pale lace wrinkling on the edges,
blushing as they warm.

To wake
is to walk into the dreamscape of flowers
masking earth and sky,
and petals are the rain.
Young girls clip a cluster of pink
on their long black hair,
half-cover their faces
with lacquered parasols.
Young men get drunk on love poems.

To wake again
is to let the maudlin memories
be crushed by tire tracks,
and watch cyclists careening down
the velvet floor,
swift as birds in flight.

is wakker worden als de eerste
blijk van romance op drift is gezet.
De kristallen druppeltjes die kleefden aan nieuwe scheuten
hebben gebaard.
De zon, in luttele dagen, rijpt het nageslacht.
Zij bloesemen veelbloemig,
bleke kant rimpelend aan de rand,
blozend als zij opwarmen.
Wakker worden
is wandelen in het droomlandschap van bloemen
die aarde en hemel maskeren,
en bloemblaadjes zijn de regen.
Jonge meisjes spelden een tros roze
op het lange zwarte haar,
half bedekkend hun gelaat
met gelakte parasols.
Jonge mannen worden dronken van liefdesgedichten.
Opnieuw wakker worden
is de huilerige herinneringen laten
vergruizelen door bandensporen,
en kijken hoe fietsers naar beneden slingeren
op fluwelen grond,
snel als vogels in vlucht.
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I Have Met The Black Zooey Deschanel, and She Is Not Zoe Kravitz…

by • June 29th, 2011

Zoe Kravitz

Zoe Kravitz

…but she might be at Zoe’s show.

Monday night, I headed down to Black Cat to check out the J*Davey show. In the back room, sans air conditioning, an entire room full of alternablack folks waited for Jack and Brook to hit the stage. While I was waiting, I noticed the sheer diversity of black womanhood represented. Afros,…

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Quoted: Clutch Magazine on Kreayshawn

by • June 23rd, 2011

Note: Audio NSFW

White rappers aren’t the problem. Exploitation of Black culture is.

Black culture is diverse with various meanings; and how one defines Black culture varies from individual. In the case of Kreayshawn, I’m referring to her misinterpretation of what she thinks Black culture and hip-hop is.

One could argue she is exactly what hip-hop has become–gimmicky, devoid

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In Memoriam: Clarence Clemons (1942-2011)

by • June 20th, 2011

He was the spirit of the E Street Band, and the oaken staff that Bruce Springsteen leaned on.

Clarence Clemons — the Big Man with the big horn — died yesterday of complications from a stroke he suffered last weekend. He was 69.

“Clarence lived a wonderful life,” Bruce Springsteen said in a statement [Saturday.] “He carried within him

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poetic license – salon12b 2011-01-28 06:40:00

by • January 28th, 2011

Next to poet Rose Vandewalle, Lucienne Stassaert preparing her performance.

Follows poem # 2 from the series 1-7 called Leben-Leven-Life

© sms:foto duisburg/rhein 2011

Het heeft vogels nodig
om te zingen
mensen om te verdwijnen
zon en maanlicht
om kleur te bekennen:
hoe geladen het is
met betekenissen
in spiegelschrift –
Tekens om met hand en tand
te ontcijferen
want op het lijf geschreven
van wie je voorging
op de weg naar het einde –
Es braucht Vögel
um zu singen
Menschen zu verschwinden
Sonne und Mondlicht
um Farbe zu bekennen:
wie beladen es ist
mit Bezeichnungen
in Spiegelschrift
Zeichen mit Klaue und Haar
zu entziffern,
weil auf den Leib geschrieben
so wie du vorgingst
auf dem Weg zum Ende
It needs birds
to sing
people to disappear
sun and moonlight
to show one’s color:
how charged it is
with meanings
in mirror-writing –
Signs to decipher
with tooth and nail
because inscribed all over the body
of who before you took
the road to the end

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