blackfuturistoakland:

Queens D. Light is part of the royal family Them Hellas. Everything Special is a single from her up and coming debut album ” California Wildflower”. 

Find more at Queensdlight.com and Themhellas.com.

beautone:

Krista Franklin—Afrimerica Suite (2012)

THIS PIECE IS CALLED “BLACK KIRBY IS A BEAST.”


THIS PIECE IS CALLED “BLACK KIRBY IS A BEAST.”

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“It is now urgent
to dare to know oneself,
to dare to confess to oneself what one is,
to dare to ask oneself what one wants to be.”
—Suzanne Cesaire

citylightsbooks: O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk Bob Kaufman In the beginning, in the wet Warm dark place, Straining to break out, clawing at strange cables Hearing her screams, laughing “Later we forgave ourselves, we didn’t know” Some secret jazz Shouted, wait, don’t go. Impatient, we came running, innocent Laughing blobs of blood & faith. To this mother, father world Where laughter seems out of place So we learned to cry, pleased They pronounce human. The secret Jazz blew a sigh Some familiar sound shouted wait Some are evil, some will hate. “Just Jazz, blowing its top again” So we rushed & laughed. As we pushed & grabbed While jazz blew in the night Suddenly they were too busy to hear a simple sound They were busy shoving mud in men’s mouths, Who were busy dying on the living ground Busy earning medals, for killing children on deserted street corners Occupying their fathers, raping their mothers, busy humans we Busy burning Japanese in atomicolorcinemascope With stereophonic screams, What one hundred per cent red blooded savage, would waste precious             time Listening to jazz, with so many important things going on But even the fittest murderers must rest So they sat down in our blood soaked garments, and listened to jazz             lost, steeped in all our death dreams They were shocked at the sound of life, long gone from our own They were indignant at the whistling, thinking, singing, beating,             swinging, They wept for it, hugged, kissed it, loved it, joined it, we drank it, Smoked it, ate with it, slept with it They made our girls wear it for lovemaking Instead of silly lace gowns, Now in those terrible moments, when the dark memories come The secret moments to which we admit no one When guiltily we crawl back in time, reaching away from ourselves They hear a familiar sound, Jazz, scratching, digging, blueing, swinging jazz, And listen, And feel, & die. From Cranial Guitar (Coffee House Press)

citylightsbooks:

O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk

Bob Kaufman

In the beginning, in the wet
Warm dark place,
Straining to break out, clawing at strange cables
Hearing her screams, laughing
“Later we forgave ourselves, we didn’t know”
Some secret jazz
Shouted, wait, don’t go.
Impatient, we came running, innocent
Laughing blobs of blood & faith.
To this mother, father world
Where laughter seems out of place
So we learned to cry, pleased
They pronounce human.
The secret Jazz blew a sigh
Some familiar sound shouted wait
Some are evil, some will hate.
“Just Jazz, blowing its top again”
So we rushed & laughed.
As we pushed & grabbed
While jazz blew in the night
Suddenly they were too busy to hear a simple sound
They were busy shoving mud in men’s mouths,
Who were busy dying on the living ground
Busy earning medals, for killing children on deserted street corners
Occupying their fathers, raping their mothers, busy humans we
Busy burning Japanese in atomicolorcinemascope
With stereophonic screams,
What one hundred per cent red blooded savage, would waste precious
            time
Listening to jazz, with so many important things going on
But even the fittest murderers must rest
So they sat down in our blood soaked garments,
and listened to jazz
            lost, steeped in all our death dreams
They were shocked at the sound of life, long gone from our own
They were indignant at the whistling, thinking, singing, beating,
            swinging,
They wept for it, hugged, kissed it, loved it, joined it, we drank it,
Smoked it, ate with it, slept with it
They made our girls wear it for lovemaking
Instead of silly lace gowns,
Now in those terrible moments, when the dark memories come
The secret moments to which we admit no one
When guiltily we crawl back in time, reaching away from ourselves
They hear a familiar sound,
Jazz, scratching, digging, blueing, swinging jazz,
And listen,
And feel, & die.
From Cranial Guitar (Coffee House Press)

black alien shit: A Black Futurist Doctrine

afrofuturisticlingo:

The Black Futurists are pan-diasporic, trans-generational, hyper-local, global, & gorilla. Tracking, exploring, sharing, & cultivating, producing influence that smells of the same funk, building maps of culture to create virtual, actual and mystical space to dial up the future.

Our intent is to…

fantagraphics:

We’re excited to show off this advance copy of our handsome hardcover presentation of Bread & Wine by Samuel R. Delany and Mia Wolff, coming in about 2 months. Here’s what some people had to say about the original, long out of print 1999 edition:

“Samuel R. Delany is one of the finest living American writers. In this revealing autobiographical love story, told in collaboration with fine artist Mia Wolff, Delany’s brilliance shines.” – Neil Gaiman

“Wildly eccentric artwork, a storyline that’d make Capote blush… Bread & Wine is smoking-gun proof that comics can go anywhere - and do anything.” – Frank Miller

“Told simply and methodically like Delany’s 1996 memoir, The Motion of Light in Water, the story is subdued yet acutely emotional. It reaches across the boundaries of race and class — as well as across hilariously opposed standards of personal hygiene — to capture two people in the process of building a life together.” –Publishers Weekly

More previews are forthcoming, including a look at the spectacular surprise under the dust jacket. Preview a 6-page excerpt and pre-order a copy right here.

(via citylightsbooks)

Robert Johnson turns 102 today! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HleLTn60BxE

Robert Johnson turns 102 today!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HleLTn60BxE

James Brown: Revolution Of The Mind
Happy 80th to The Godfather Of Soul!!