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Update & Goodbye

Happy new year!

Our new website is now up and running so we’ll no longer be posting on here. From now on you can find us at nsorommaglobal.org

Thanks!

Stimela | Hugh Masekela

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Gambia West africa photography

#NSOROMMA #Pan-African Arts Movement #Khadija Saye

The Liberation of Aunt Jemima: Cocktail | Betye Saar | 1973

#NSOROMMA #Betye Saar #Pan-African Arts Movement

from “Performance Studies” | Lara Mimosa Montes

Write something / worth performing / (something that offers nothing) like MAMI PAPI POW / the inner city’s / subjectivity speaking through the world’s last payphone >> if it rang / would you answer it / the call / to meet one another anywhere else (but here)? [. . .] Although I am of the world, I would not say I am presently in it, therefore, no; an identity that exists only in opposition to everything else, the news, history, el sueño de la lengua, is not sustainable / does not reveal itself / cannot be known / nor do the social deaths we rehearse / gold hoops for $6.99 / “stereotypical” / what leaks out >> coconut oil invective / lube / though we (exc)use it: the advice you gave, the chuleta I ate. Sadly, we displace our affections for one another / always onto someone less deserving / Dígame: how do we know / who we are? When there’s smoke / there’s the way certain bodies congregate / in the museum >> art / the smokescreen >> not sag- resistant / I hope / my doppelgänger drinks / Courvoisier (and not Crown) / to drown / out the way truth is (un)made through language // like “home;” a fiction so – irrelevant / so at home / I felt homesick >> if we could exchange this for something else (not something better / just something else) > we would >> be the wild grass / that comes after / the next ice age >> the life that comes after / we disappear. What you thought was authentic / (someone informs you) isn’t.

#Pan-African Arts Movement #NSOROMMA #Lara Mimosa Montes

Moonlight | Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater

#NSOROMMA #Pan-African Arts Movement #Alvin Ailey #Moonlight

ars poetica | safia elhillo

i want when my mother says open the light not to pull

the new twang into my mouth not to celebrate

the final death of the accent to snarl turn on

mama turn on the light

i want instead to speak as i do when i read to my grandfather

when it is vulgar to parade the fluency i bought

with my mother language i want the old music back to thicken

my tongue & open my mouth & close the wound

the ocean made & a body is not a bah-dy is a boh-dy

is a sigh unfurled

& i do as my mother says i open my mouth & i

give body to each word i open the light i walk inside

#Pan-African Arts Movement #NSOROMMA #Safia Elhillo

Daisy Giles-U’u

#NSOROMMA #Pan-African Arts Movement #Daisy Giles-U'u

Batuk, an African electronic collective using music to promote Pan-Africanism

#NSOROMMA #Pan-African Arts Movement #Batuk

Raft of Medusa : le retour de la vague | Alexis Peskine

Alexis Peskine opened “Raft of Medusa : le retour de la vague" on Monday evening, his first solo show in Senegal. The exhibit meditated on the intersections between borders, migration, and Blackness and featured both photography and nail art. Though it was hard to get any photographs of the exhibition because of the large turnout, we managed to get a few! Check them out below.

(Peskine’s friends are often the inspirations behind his work. Here are two of his friends who he modelled these two pieces after.)

#Pan-African Arts Movement #NSOROMMA #Alexis Peskine #Nail Art

Vocabulary | Safia Elhillo

fact:

the arabic word هواء /hawa/ means wind the arabic word هوى /hawa/ means love

test: [multiple choice]

abdelhalim said you left me holding wind in my hands or abdelhalim said you left me holding love in my hands

abdelhalim was left empty or abdelhalim was left full

fairouz said o wind take me to my country or fairouz said o love take me to my country

fairouz is looking for vehicle or fairouz is looking for fuel

oum kalthoum said where the winds stops her ships we stop ours or oum kalthoum said where love stops her ships we stop ours

oum kalthoum is stuck or oum kalthoum is home

#NSOROMMA #Pan-African Arts Movement #Safia Elhillo

HeadRaps | Latasha Alcindor

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La cité dans le jour bleu | Dak’Art

La cité dans le jour bleu, the 12th edition of the Biennale de l’Art Contemporain Africain, Dak’Art, curated by Simon Njami, an independent lecturer, curator, and art critic, opened on May 3. The international exhibition, hosted on the captivating site of the former Palais de Justice, was conceptualized around “the magical power of enchantment”. The exhibit featured sixty-five artists whose work ranged from sculpture, to graffiti, to muli-media installations.

Below are some of the works from the international exhibition which caught our attention.

Alexis Peskine | Le Radeau de la Méduse (detail) | 2015

Folakunle Oshun | United Nations of Jollof | 2015

Folakunle Oshun | United Nations of Jollof (detail) | 2015

Billi Bidjocka | Last Supper: <<Do not take it, Do not eat it, this is not my body...>> (detail) 13 public performances and installations which take place in different events and cities of the world | 2016

Kader Attia | Les rhizomes infinis de la révolution | 2016

Kader Attia | Les rhizomes infinis de la révolution (detail) | 2016

Fabrice Monteiro | (P)residant, This is not a Phoenix (detail) | 2016

Victor Ehikhamenor | The Prayer Room (detail) | 2016

Aïda Muluneh | Local Understanding, the World is Nine Collection | 2016

#Dak'Art #NSOROMMA #Pan-African Arts Movement

Kwesi Abbensetts

#NSOROMMA #Pan-African Arts Movement #Kwesi Abbensetts

Poem for Mrs. Fannie Lou Hamer | June Jordan

You used to say, “June? Honey when you come down here you supposed to stay with me. Where else?” Meanin home against the beer the shotguns and the point of view of whitemen don’ never see Black anybodies without some violent itch start up. The ones who said, “No Nigga’s Votin in This Town . . . lessen it be feet first to the booth” Then jailed you beat you brutal bloody/battered/beat you blue beyond the feeling of the terrible

And failed to stop you. Only God could but He wouldn’t stop you fortress from self- pity

Humble as a woman anywhere I remember finding you inside the laundromat in Ruleville lion spine relaxed/hell what’s the point to courage when you washin clothes?

But that took courage

just to sit there/target to the killers lookin for your singin face perspirey through the rinse and spin

and later you stood mighty in the door on James Street loud callin:

“BULLETS OR NO BULLETS! THE FOOD IS COOKED AN’ GETTIN COLD!”

We ate A family tremulous but fortified by turnips/okra/handpicked like the lilies

filled to the very living full one solid gospel (sanctified)

one gospel (peace)

one full Black lily luminescent in a homemade field

of love

#NSOROMMA #Pan-African Arts Movement #June Jordan #Fannie Lou Hamer