PUB: Fiction, Poetry, Drama, Essays & Reviews, Interviews, Sentinel Nigeria submission guidelines

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Okeke Alabi was born in Maiduguri in 1965. He studied African Literature at the University of  Ibadan, and currently teaches Literary Composition at the University of Lagos. His poems, short fiction and essays have been published in That Magazine, That other Magazine, and This Journal. His work is also forthcoming in Future Mag International. Author of the Ultimate Nigerian Book (2007), He won the ANA Prize for Fiction (2004), and the Nigerian Writers in Nigeria Award 2008.

 

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PUB: Dissent Magazine Paul Goodman Essay Contest

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Tell us: what is one of the pressing social and political issues of our time, and how would you address it?

The winning essay will receive a cash prize of $1,000 and will be published in Dissent. Two runner-up essays will be published on the Dissent web site and will receive $250 and a signed DVD copy of the film.

Essays should be sent in PDF or DOC format to essaycontest@paulgoodmanfilm.com by May 1, 2010.

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OP-ED: Colin Robinson · Diary > From London Review of Books

"Diary"

by Colin Robinson

I’d hardly settled behind my desk when one of my bosses asked if I would join her in the corner office. ‘Please close the door,’ she said as I entered the room. Seldom a good sign. ‘Why don’t you take the comfortable chair?’ Oh dear.

Three hours later I was back at home, jobless. I’d seen it coming, in a let’s-not-dwell-on-that-for-too-long sort of way: I was the most recently hired editor at the imprint, one of its more highly paid staff members, and my list, though filled with erudite, well-written books, was not the most profitable. If anyone was for the chop, it was likely to be me. And the possibility of staff cuts seemed far from remote. The share price of the corporation I worked for had fallen more than 80 per cent in the previous 18 months. The CEO of Barnes and Noble, the largest bookstore chain in the US, had just announced that ‘never in all my years as a bookseller have I seen a retail climate as poor as the one we are in, nothing even close.’

My boss ended our meeting with a reflection on the state of book publishing today. She said that two words sprung to mind: General Motors. She then accompanied me past the newly installed poinsettia display to Human Resources on the 11th floor. When I asked whether he was having a busy morning, the HR director told me that, yes, a number of other people were being ‘impacted’. It subsequently emerged that there were 35 of us. Elsewhere, as the online news daily Publishers Lunch reported, there were extensive layoffs at Houghton Mifflin and Thomas Nelson, as well as a pay freeze at Penguin for anyone earning more than $60,000 a year and deferred pay increases at HarperCollins. Random House announced a major reorganisation following the resignation of the heads of two of its largest groups. All of this happened on 3 December, which soon became known as New York publishing’s Black Wednesday.

There had already been rumblings in the industry. Earlier in the year HarperCollins had put a stop to expense-account lunches. Jonathan Burnham, a senior vice president there, said that things had changed since he started in the business, when he went ‘out for lunch every single day . . . if I didn’t have lunch I’d feel like I was out of the loop.’ Penguin in London subsequently announced that it too was taking some of the grub out of Grub Street by restricting its editors to paying for only one course at lunch with authors. At Houghton it wasn’t lunches that were to be cut, but the number of new manuscripts bought. ‘It’s a symbol of doing things smarter; it’s not an indicator of the end of literature,’ the company’s vice president of communications, Josef Blumenfeld, explained in an attempt to reassure sceptical agents.

Back in London over Christmas, I was surprised by the insouciance with which colleagues on this side of the Atlantic regarded the gathering storm. ‘The financial crisis has affected the City,’ they’d say, ‘but it hasn’t spread to the rest of the economy.’ They’d often add that, because of their low price, books are recession-proof. As a victim of the crash in New York, I’m perhaps inclined to take an excessively pessimistic view of what is about to happen here. But the prevailing breeziness in the UK seems to me ill-founded, and I’m not alone. Peter Olson, until recently the chairman and CEO of Random House, wrote in Publishers Weekly last month: ‘While 2008 ended on a disappointing and even discouraging note for many in the book industry, the outlook for the new year is even bleaker. One-time adjustments by retailers and underlying shifts in the structure of the book industry will make 2009 the worst year for publishing in decades.’

It’s not hard to identify the problems that led to this state of affairs. Books have always been a low-profit item and in recent years margins have been shrinking even further. Publishers now regularly give bookshops a 50 per cent or even a 55 per cent discount on the retail price. The distributor that warehouses and delivers the book will typically take 10 per cent of what remains, or more if you are a small publisher; 15 per cent goes on production (printing, paper, typesetting). Add another 10 per cent for the author’s royalties and the publisher is left with 10 per cent to cover promotion costs, rent and office expenses, wages – and profit. No wonder it’s called the gentleman’s profession.

Things are made worse by the fact that the sale price of books, as opposed to their cover price, has dropped. In 2008, according to Nielsen BookScan, the average price of a book sold in the UK was just £7.49, 1.1 per cent down on the previous year and the lowest since 2001, when average price was first tracked. There are a number of reasons for this decline. The rot started with the abandoning of the Net Book Agreement in the mid-1990s. The NBA mandated that books be sold at the publisher’s recommended retail price. With its disappearance, large retailers were able to discount major titles, taking business away from smaller shops. A 608-page Harry Potter could be bought at Asda for a fiver. As the market share of Waterstone’s, Amazon and the supermarkets grew on the back of three-for-two offers and substantial price-cutting, many independent bookshops went out of business.

The US didn’t have a Net Book Agreement, but smaller stores were protected to some extent by the Robinson Patman Act of 1936, an anti-trust law that prevents producers selling at higher discounts to bigger customers. Under this legislation a book must be sold at the same price no matter how many are bought. With the rise of the chains, however, the legislation came under increasing pressure. Barnes and Noble and Borders were, unsurprisingly, keen to get an edge on price in return for buying in bulk. They did it by niftily stepping round the law, requiring publishers to pay ‘co-op’ money in return for large purchases. Though independent booksellers argue that it amounts to the same thing, ‘co-op’ is not legally the same as a discount; it is, rather, payment for a book’s being given an advantageous placement in the store. As a consequence, the entrances of today’s large bookstores are effectively tranches of real estate, with publishers renting 8x6 inch plots on which to place their books for a few weeks in the hope that they will find a buyer.

Often they don’t. In such cases the books will be returned to the publisher for a full refund. This arrangement, of enormous advantage to the retailer, is unique to the book publishing industry. It was introduced in the United States in the 1920s, when Simon and Schuster, in an effort to get ahead of its competitors, offered to take back unsold copies of its crossword books. Soon everyone adopted the system. Today returns are ubiquitous and running at higher levels than ever before. In the US, they represent nearly 40 per cent of all new hardbacks shipped. The practice is open to abuse: publishers regularly complain that bookstores are returning books and then reordering them in order to extend their credit periods, a practice that can only become more common now that finance is no longer available from banks. That old adage of the industry, ‘Gone today, here tomorrow’, has never been more pertinent.

Yet despite massive discounts and extended credit terms, booksellers are far from financially robust. Theirs is a business with high fixed costs in wages and rent, which falling prices make ever harder to meet. In the US, Borders is hovering near bankruptcy, having invested heavily in the music sections of its stores, a business badly affected by the collapse of the CD market. The chain also took a big hit on the recent sale of its UK operation, posting an after-tax loss on the deal of $126 million. Barnes and Noble, though healthier, has seen its stock price fall by more than half in the last 18 months. Having announced a sharp drop in sales over the holiday period, the company cut jobs for the first time ever, laying off 100 staff from its New York offices in January. In the UK, HMV, the owner of Waterstone’s, has been unable to offload the ailing chain. It’s significant that, since short-selling was reintroduced in the middle of January, HMV’s shares are among the most heavily borrowed.

A visit to a chain bookstore these days is often depressing. The deep stock and intelligent service of just a few years ago are increasingly giving way to display areas that look more like ‘Books and Mags’ emporia, with dump bins of assorted bargains and jarring juxtapositions of titles. Promoting books overwhelmingly on the basis of reduced price is never going to bolster their perceived value. I’m reminded of an old Tom Tomorrow cartoon in which the customer tells the assistant: ‘I’m looking for a book in the $10 range.’ In order to cope with their frail position, the chains are reducing stock levels and ‘passing’ on – i.e. failing to order – an ever widening range of new titles, even from large publishing houses. This will accentuate an already marked feature of the business, the so-called ‘crisis of the mid-list’, with the paring away to practically nothing of promotion expenditure on all books except the lead titles.

As if all this weren’t bad enough, a further challenge has emerged: the unstoppable rise of electronic publishing. The difficulty of making money out of the internet is well catalogued. Music companies and newspapers have been reeling for some time from the incursion of electronic alternatives into their markets. The problems presented for the book trade by the internet come in a variety of forms. Reference books have been badly hit by the availability of free versions on the web; it isn’t hard to imagine what Wikipedia is doing to encyclopedia sales. (Wikipedia, meanwhile, is planning to produce a print edition of its most popular entries, with the aim, it says, of proving wrong those ‘who say that printed encyclopedias are a thing of the past in the internet age’.) Electronic selling has also made second-hand books much easier to find, as huge numbers of students could testify.

Meanwhile, some estimates of online retailers’ current share of the US market are as high as 30 per cent. And, of course, their heavy discounting puts further pressure on publishers’ margins. The head of a major university press in London complained that he had been warned by Amazon against discounting directly to customers. If he did so, he was told, Amazon would simply apply their standard discount to his lower price, seeking better wholesale terms to make this possible.

The introduction by Amazon of the Kindle, a hand-held electronic device that can download and store more than 200 books, indicates another change of direction. Despite stock shortages, some 500,000 Kindles have already been sold, and a new, improved version went on sale in the US earlier this month. Sony claims that more than three million e-books have been downloaded on its e-reader in the last two years while, according to MediaBistro, at least half a million people have downloaded the reader application Stanza to their iPhone. Random House reported that e-book sales increased by 400 per cent in 2008. Victoria Barnsley, the CEO at HarperCollins, speaking last autumn at the LSE, estimated that ‘within ten years more than half our sales will come from digital downloads.’

But there is a wider, if less concrete threat to book publishing from the internet. Electronic communication has generally made life easier for writers and harder for readers. Text is simpler to produce on computers, easier to amend and spell-check, and a breeze to distribute. No one can be more conscious of this than editors, who are now deluged with manuscripts, attached with consummate ease to letters explaining that if this particular book is not of interest, several others, perhaps more appealing, await on the author’s hard drive. But how does this technology serve the reader? For all the claims of their optical friendliness and handiness, e-books still strain the eyes and are challenging to carry around. Worse, the dizzying range of easily accessible material on the internet conspires with a lack of editorial guidance to make web reading a disjointed experience that works against the sustained concentration required for serious reading.

This privileging of the writer at the expense of the reader is borne out by statistics showing the annual output of new titles in the US soaring towards half a million. At the same time a recent survey revealed that one in four Americans didn’t read a single book last year. Books have become detached from meaningful readerships. Writing itself is the victim in this shift. If anyone can publish, and the number of critical readers is diminishing, is it any wonder that non-writers – pop stars, chefs, sports personalities – are increasingly dominating the bestseller lists?

Perhaps the problem has to do with more than just the way in which words are transmitted. People bowl alone, shop online, abandon cinemas for DVDs, and chat to each other electronically rather than go to a bar. In an increasingly self-centred society a premium is placed on being heard rather than listening, being seen rather than watching, and on being read rather than reading.

This is not to say that the book is doomed. But publishers will surely have to change the way they do business. A system that requires the trucking of vast quantities of paper to bookshops and then back to publishers’ warehouses for pulping is environmentally and commercially unsustainable. An industry that spends all its money on bookseller discounts and very little on finding an audience is getting things the wrong way round. Following the strictures of their accountants, the large houses will intensify their concentration on blockbusters. High street bookshops will abandon deep stockholding, becoming mere showrooms for bestsellers and prize-winners. Ever more people will read the same few books. The future of much of the industry will be dominated by electronic distribution, internet marketing to niche audiences, and reading by print-on-demand or hand-held electronic devices. There is opportunity as well as challenge in this model. The roles of editor and publicist, people who can guide the potential reader through the cacophony of background noise to words they’ll want to read, will become ever more important.

The day after my dismissal I went back to say a final goodbye. A large man was sitting at my desk. He turned out to be from IT and was there to take copies of my email account – one for me, one for the company – before it was closed. That was chastening and so was the stack of cardboard boxes that had arrived for my personal belongings. These had been delivered flat and came with pre-cut slots to facilitate correct assembly. I got to work straightaway. After five minutes of folding this way and that, the cardboard remained infuriatingly flat. It felt as if I were being forced to take a fiendish aptitude test in order to be allowed to leave. The IT guy, unable to listen to any more of my harrumphing, jumped up to help. ‘For God’s sake,’ he said, grasping the cardboard in his big hands, ‘how many editors does it take to fold a cardboard box?’ Another five minutes and he too had failed to make any progress. I wandered off in search of something pre-assembled.

Colin Robinson

 


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Letters

Vol. 31 No. 6 · 26 March 2009

From Don Ridgway

‘She said that two words sprung to mind.’ Maybe Colin Robinson was let go because he doesn’t know the past tense of ‘spring’ (LRB, 26 February).

Don Ridgway
El Cajon, California

 

 

 

INFO: Marie Heese & Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani Win 2010 Commonwealth Prize

Marié Heese and Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani Win the 2010 Commonwealth Writers Prize – Africa Region Awards

March 11th, 2010 by Ben - Editor

Marie HeeseThe Double Crown

I Do Not Come to You by ChanceAdaobi Tricia Nwaubani

Alert! Authors Marié Heese and Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani have won the Commonwealth Writers Prize – Africa region awards, for their novels The Double Crown: Secret Writings of the Female Pharaoh, which took the Best Book gong, and I Do Not Come to You by Chance, which was acknowledged as Best First Book. Heese and Nwaubani each win £1 000, and go on to compete for the overall prizes of Best Book (£10 000) and Best First Book (£5 000) in May.

The works were each selected from shortlists of seven. The announcement was made in Johannesburg this morning, at the SABC’s Radio Park campus, where Lebo Mashile – a Noma Award winner – presided over addresses by the British High Commissioner, Nicola Brewer, Commonwealth Writers’ Prize Africa Region judge Dan Ojwang, chairperson of the Africa Region prize, Elinor Sisulu and the SABC’s Phil Molefe. Brewer and the Acting High Commissioner of India, Shri Shambhu Kumaran, announced the winners.

Heese hails from Stilbaai in South Africa’s Western Cape, and is previously best-known for her children’s books. She publishes in both Afrikaans and English, and is the daughter of the revered Afrikaans author Audrey Blignaut (see her book on her mother, Audrey Blignault: uit die dagboek van ‘n vrou). The Double Crown has emerged as the winner from an extremely strong field, which included the likes of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Mark Behr, Zakes Mda and Andrew Brown.

Nwaubani keeps Nigeria’s “Best First Book” winning streak alive, following as she does in the footsteps of a certain Uwem Akpan, who rose to the heights of world literature after winning the prize last year and going on to become an Oprah Book Club choice. “I was born in Enugu, Nigeria,”, she tells African Writing in a comprehensive 2009 interview, “A year later, my parents moved to my hometown, Umuahia. I spent the first part of my childhood years in Umuahia Town—in the GRA, close to the railway station, amongst the expatriates and the Rotary Club members.” In a refreshing development for Nigerian letters, Nwaubani remains based in her home country. Her fellow shortlistees included the likes of Ghana’s Ayesha Harruna Attah and South Africa’s Alistair Morgan.

Speaking on behalf of the CWP Africa Region judges, Dan Ojwang remarked:

It is noteworthy that of the 14 books that made it onto the shortlists this year 10 are by women, which is unprecedented in the history of the CWP, Africa Region.

Given the exceptional depth and variety of books submitted for the prize, it is not possible to reflect at length about every single highpoint. However, there are a few interesting trends about which the panel of judges would wish to comment. These broad trends can be seen in the thematic content of the books, elements of interesting formal innovation and also areas of glaring problems.

One of the remarkable aspects of the entries was the high number that concentrated on human trafficking and migration. The most striking of such novels were Eyo by Abidemi Sanusi (Nigeria), On Black Sisters’ Street by Chika Unigwe (Nigeria) and Refuge by Andrew Brown (South Africa). Reading these entries, the panel of judges was struck by the way slavery, in new guises, has come to speak powerfully of the plight of a generation of Africans who have come of age at a time of destitution, political repression and out-migration—a time when home is all too often quite unhomely. Yet, in spite of the harrowing experiences presented in these novels, none of them resort to the neat endings that readers may expect after being shown so much suffering.

Here are condensed blurbs for both books:

The Double Crown

“I am the chosen of the Gods. I have always known that. This knowledge has been the source of my strength and power, and it is the reason why I know that those who now seek my death and desire to usurp my throne shall not succeed.” Marié Heese breathes literary life into the bare historical bones of ancient Egypt’s female pharaoh, Hatshepsut, with breathtaking success. She recuperates ancient Egypt for contemporary gender politics while also providing a highly imaginative account of how life may have been lived in the ancient world. A female leader who realizes her political ambitions in a male world, constantly confronting the challenges of wielding state power at an enormous personal cost, Hatshepsut provides a wonderful protagonist for a modern feminist readership. Hatshepsut’s voice is compelling, direct, insistent and totally believable.

I Do Not Come to You by Chance

“I do not come to you by chance. Upon my quest for a trusted and reliable foreign businessman or company, I was given your contact by the Nigerian Chamber of Commerce and Industry ….” There are few e-mail users around the world who have not received a ‘419’ letter promising them a large share of an equally obscene amount of money. We have all wondered about the people behind these scams. Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani’s novel provides some of the answers. Taking its title from the opening line of an e-mail scam letter, I Do Not Come to You by Chance provides a behind-the-scenes look at the 419 phenomenon, which takes its name from the section of the Nigerian Criminal Code which deals with advance-fee fraud.

You can read the first chapter of Heese’s The Double Crown via the Little White Bakkie preview service below (click here if it doesn’t load). Nwaubani’s UK publisher, Orion, has made chapter twelve of her book available online: click here to read an excerpt from I Do Not Come to You by Chance.

Heese has also compiled “reading notes” on her novel; take a look:

Readers Guide to The Double Crown by Marié Heese

Congratulations to both winners, who now go on to compete with other regional winners for the overall “Best Book” and “Best First Book” awards, to be announced at a ceremony held in Dehli, India, just a few weeks from now.

Best of luck to Heese and Nwaubani!.

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Scribd.com book preview:

The Double Crown: Secret Writings of the Female Pharaoh

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INFO: Nigerians Recount Night of Their Bloody Revenge - from NYTimes.com

Nigerians Recount Night of Their Bloody Revenge

Jon Gambrell/Associated Press

Men detained by police, in the wake of religious violence in Jos, Nigeria, sat in a police waiting room on Wednesday.

 

JOS, Nigeria — Dispassionately, the baby-faced young man recounted his killings: two women and one man, first beaten senseless with a stick, then stabbed to death with a short knife.

The man, Dahiru Adamu, 25, was crouching on the floor in the sprawling police headquarters here, summoned to give an accounting of the terrible night of March 7, when, he said, he and dozens of other herdsmen descended on a slumbering village just south of here and slaughtered hundreds with machetes, knives and cutlasses in a brutal act of sectarian retribution.

On Monday and Tuesday, 332 bodies were buried in a mass grave in the village of Dogo Na Hawa, the Nigerian Red Cross said Wednesday. Human rights groups and the state government say that as many as 500 people may have been killed in the early hours of Sunday morning, in three different villages.

Sunday’s killings were an especially vicious expression of long-running hostilities between Christians and Muslims in this divided nation. Jos and the region around it are on the fault line where the volatile and poor Muslim north and the Christian south meet. In the past decade, some 3,000 people have been killed in interethnic, interreligious violence in this fraught zone. The pattern is familiar and was seen as recently as January: uneasy coexistence suddenly explodes into killing, amplified for days by retaliation.

Mr. Adamu, a Muslim herder, said he went to Dogo Na Hawa, a village of Christians living in mud-brick houses on dirt streets, to avenge the killings of Muslims and their cattle in January.

The operation had been planned at least several days before by a local group called Thank Allah, said one of Mr. Adamu’s fellow detainees, Ibrahim Harouna, who was shackled on the floor next to him. The men spoke in Hausa through an interpreter.

“They killed a lot of our Fulanis in January,” Mr. Adamu said, referring to his ethnic group. “So I knew that this time, we would take revenge.”

His victims were sleeping when he arrived, he said, and he set their house on fire. Sure enough, they ran out.

“I killed three people,” Mr. Adamu said calmly.

He and the other detainees showed no sign that they had been maltreated; some confessed to killings, and others denied them, speaking in front of the police.

The police quickly arrested about 200 people in connection with the killings, and many of them were crouching anxiously in rows on a bare concrete floor, outside the police headquarters on Wednesday morning. The police have confiscated 14 machetes, 26 bows, arrows, 3 axes, 4 spears and 44 guns. Victims, many of them women and children, were cut down with knives, short and long; few survived.

Usually in such attacks, there are twice as many injuries as deaths, said Ben Whitfield of the Doctors Without Borders team in Jos. “It’s unreal,” he said. “These people were definitely caught in the middle of the night and meant to be killed.” Like others in Jos, police officials say they are hoping for peace after years of sectarian killings in the region.

But they are not sure they will get it. The streets in this metropolis of several million were largely deserted Wednesday. Residents spoke of fear and anger, and about 4,300 have fled.

Christians, in interviews, voiced suspicion of the intentions of Muslims and associated them with the taint of terrorism. The state attorney general, Edward Pwajok, a Christian, said that on Wednesday morning he had prosecuted a Nigerian Muslim man living in a Jos suburb who had “acknowledged” being “a member of Al Qaeda.”

Mr. Pwajok said there was no indication that the man, Samsudeen Sahsu, was connected to the killings; he said DVDs of Al Qaeda’s activities had been discovered in the man’s home. The group is not previously known to have penetrated Nigeria, though Mr. Sahsu, in a written confession provided by the attorney general, named other members of the “AlKaida Islamic Association.”

He said the headquarters were in Maiduguri, where last summer a radical Islamic sect, Boko Haram, was bloodily suppressed by Nigerian security forces.

“Suspicion is still rife,” the state police commissioner, Ikechukwu Aduba, said in an interview in his office in Jos. “We are appealing to the youth to sheath their swords and give peace a chance.”

Mr. Aduba sharply disputed the elevated death toll reported by others, saying that the police could confirm only 109 deaths.

But a Nigerian Red Cross official in Jos, Adeyemo Adebayo, deputy head of disaster management, said that the number of dead was “possibly” even greater than the 332 buried in the mass grave, since many fled into the bush and could have been cut down there by their attackers. A respected Nigerian human rights group, the Civil Rights Congress, said Monday that its members had counted 492 bodies.

Their attackers had come on foot from nearby villages and had made no preparations for a getaway, said Adebola Hamzat, chief superintendent of the Jos police. “Many of them were still running around,” he said, when they were picked up by the security forces. And many were carrying “cutlasses” — long lethal-looking knives that the police produced for visitors on Wednesday — still stained with blood, he said.

“The person was coming toward me; I killed him with a cutlass,” said the young man next to Mr. Adamu, Zakaria Yakubu, 20, insisting that he was defending a fellow Fulani who had been shot. His victim “did not die right away,” Mr. Yakubu said. “When we got to Dogo Na Hawa, we were just looking for our cattle.” He was clutching some bread distributed by the Red Cross.

Next to him, Ibrahim Harouna, also 20, would say only that he had “killed some of the people’s pigs,” though the police said he was also suspected of having taken part in the killings.

On Wednesday, the mood in Jos was tense among Muslim traders, who complained of a sharp drop in business, and it was anything but forgiving among Christians. They complained that Muslims wanted to supplant “indigenes” — Christians long native to the region.

“Some people want to be rulers everywhere,” said Yohanna Yatou, a businessman. “It’s the Muslims. They said they are born to rule.” Williams Danladi said that Muslims “believe that if they die during this war, they will go to heaven.”

“We Christians, we don’t believe this,” he said.

Others expressed puzzlement and exasperation with the never-ending conflict. “This is a Christian, an indigene,” said Moussa Ismail, pointing to his friend sitting next to him on a downtown stoop, Jacob Ayuba. “We have done business for more than 20 years. How would I attack him?”

 

EVENT: New York City—Photographer Cedric Nunn Speaks at NYU « from AFRICA IS A COUNTRY

Photographer Cedric Nunn Speaks at NYU

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“25 Years of Witnessing Social Change in South Africa.”

Cedric Nunn, South African photographer in conversation with Peter Lucas from the Tisch School of Photography and Imaging will speak about photography and human rights.

Friday, March 12, 2010

14h00-15h30

Venue: NYU Museum Studies, seminar room, 240 Greene Street, 4th floor.

 Cedric Nunn was born in 1957 in Nongoma, KwaZulu, and raised in Hluhluwe, Mangete and Baynesfield. He began photographing in the early eighties when the Apartheid State imposed the harshest law against Black South Africans.  Cedric directed his camera in the opposite direction to what mainstream journalist were documenting on witnessing about Apartheid.  His work details a poetic depth to the complexities of human rights in South Africa.

Over the past 25 years Cedric Nunn has used the camera to bear witness to the many human rights issues experienced in South Africa.

Peter Lucas has taught at Columbia University as a lecturer of peace education in the Department of International and Transcultural Studies at Teachers College, at The New School, Bogazici University, and Istanbul University.  His research and teaching focuses on international studies in human rights, human rights and photography, human rights and media, the poetics of witnessing, peace education, and human rights education and documentary practice.  His current projects include a study of seven photojournalists for the Rio-based web portal, Viva Favela.  His book, Viva Favela: Photojournalism, Visual Inclusion, and Human Rights in Brazil is forthcoming.

For more information please contact Bronwynne Pereira on 3475155765

Refreshments will be provided.

This program is made possible with the support of the Museum Studies Program at NYU.

 

Go to Cedric Nunn's website to enjoy his photography.

INFO: When presidents and slaves mingled at the White House > from Washington Post

When presidents and slaves mingled at the White House
In the Picture: In the 2009 mural "Dolley Madison Directing the Rescue of George Washington's Portrait, August 24, 1814," by William Woodward, the slave Paul Jennings is depicted second from left.
In the Picture: In the 2009 mural "Dolley Madison Directing the Rescue of George Washington's Portrait, August 24, 1814," by William Woodward, the slave Paul Jennings is depicted second from left. (Montpelier Foundation)

By Liza Mundy
Monday, February 15, 2010; C01

 

Sometime around the middle of April 1804, a slave named John Freeman wrote a letter to the president of the United States. Freeman, technically owned by a Maryland doctor, William Baker, had been contracted to work for Thomas Jefferson, who engaged him to serve in the White House and accompany Jefferson on trips to Monticello.

Now, Freeman was writing because he wanted the president to buy him outright.

"I am sorye to trubel you with a thing of this kind," he began, saying he felt obliged to do so because "I have been foolish anufe to in gage myself to Melindar."

The letter was an extraordinary feat of persuasion, heartfelt but also artful. Freeman, promising to serve Jefferson faithfully, went on to ask whether the president might even be "so good as to keep us [both]" -- that is, purchase a female slave named Melinda Colbert. On their trips to Virginia, Freeman had become enamored of Colbert, a niece of Sally Hemings who belonged to Jefferson's daughter Maria and her husband. Maria died that month, and the two slaves feared Melinda would be sold away.

The letter was one among numerous acts of resourcefulness and initiative that would result, years later, in John Freeman's being purchased and owned by not one U.S. president, but two. He would marry his beloved Melinda; gain his freedom; and, not least, purchase a piece of property on K Street in Northwest Washington, between 18th and 19th streets. There Freeman would establish a home for her and their children, taking his place among a unique, now largely forgotten community of free black residents with ties to U.S. presidents such as Jefferson, James Madison and George Washington.

In the ensuing years Freeman'sneighborhood became home to by a striking number of freed slaves who also had been owned by presidents. In the middle of the 19th century, the community included men and women whose start in life was about as disadvantaged as a human being's could be, but who, through drive and intellect and that classic Washington ingredient -- influential connections -- were able to improve their prospects. They would socialize together, work together and acquire property that in some cases would allow descendants to enjoy lives easier than theirs had been.

"Wouldn't you like to have had a piece of property on K Street?" says Beth Taylor, an independent scholar and former director of education at Montpelier, the historic home of James Madison. While researching Madison slaves, Taylor has become fascinated by this area, once home to what she calls Washington's "first families of color." Their life stories testify to the bonds between freed blacks in antebellum Washington, and remind us that a number of early American presidents did indeed own other human beings.

"As I do more research on the neighborhood, I wouldn't be at all surprised if I found descendants of slaves who worked for Tyler, Polk, Taylor, Jackson,"Taylor says. "These were all presidents, like Jefferson and Madison, who had slaves working for them in the White House."

In the early days of the union, she explains, presidents needed 10 or12 people to run the domestic side of the White House. The staff was often a mix of whites, free blacks and slaves, some from their own plantations, some purchased in the city and some, like Freeman, hired from other masters.

"One aspect of it that always strikes me is how these statesmen . . . had a real tendency to talk about the slavery problem, the slavery issue," Taylor reflects. "There was this lack of understanding on their part. . . . This is not the slavery problem. These are people enslaved."

Path to freedom

The neighborhood in which many of the former White House slaves settled is the downtown area -- now office buildings, retail stores and forgettable corporate architecture -- roughly bordered by K and M streets running east and west, and 15th and 21st running north and south. Back then, Taylor says, it would have been mostly residential, with modest frame and brick dwellings and stables. It was close to the city's action -- Lafayette Square, Pennsylvania Avenue, the White House -- but far enough away to be affordable.

Freeman was one of the first to settle there, but only after years of striving. In 1804, Jefferson did buy him for $400, agreeing to his Maryland master's promise that Freeman must receive his freedom in 1815.

The president declined to buy Melinda Colbert, saying there were too many servants "in idleness" at Monticello already, and "at Washington I prefer white servants, who when they misbehave can be exchanged." But she was able to remain at Monticello, hired out as a house servant to a resident free workman. Freeman could see her on visits. Though slaves could not legally marry, they considered themselves husband and wife, and began to have children.

Freeman, a man of ability, was described by one witness as being about 5-foot-7, "straight and well made" with a "very pleasing countenance." He was extremely well regarded. "Jefferson obviously valued him very highly," says Cinder Stanton, a senior historian at Monticello.

But by 1809, two things had happened: Melinda had been given her freedom, enabling her to move to Washington. Ironically, however, Jefferson's term as president was ending, and a Virginia law stating that freed slaves must depart the state within a year of being freed meant it would be risky for her to return to Monticello, as her husband was expected to do. There was only one remedy.

"Sir i am sory to say or do any thing to distress you," Freeman wrote in another letter to Jefferson. In it, he said he was willing to go to Monticello, but pointedly noted, "I shall be oblige to leave hir and the children."

The upshot was that Jefferson agreed to sell Freeman to James Madison, the incoming president. To arrive at a sales price, he calculated what he had paid for Freeman, reckoned how much time was left before 1815, and came up with a sum -- $231.81 -- that Taylor calls "so Jeffersonian" in its mathematical precision.

Freeman's life now intertwined with that of Paul Jennings, a boy of 10 who had been born into slavery at Montpelier and now came to Washington with Madison; in the White House, Freeman was a mentor to him. They were footmen, Taylor says, which means they served in the dining room, acted as messengers, and did whatever else was needed. Melinda, a free woman, did sewing for the Madisons, for which she was paid. She and Freeman lived on the White House grounds. Then in 1815, James Madison duly granted John Freeman his freedom.

Integrated neighborhood

Freeman was clearly preparing for this moment. Around this time, he and a friend bought $400 worth of belongings, including a cart and carriage, horses, and furniture. "Obviously he's getting ready to establish his own household," Taylor says. By 1821, Stanton has discovered, he had bought the lot on K Street, and by 1825 there was a two-story brick dwelling on it.

Freeman worked as a waiter at Gadsby's Hotel and as a messenger at the State Department. In this he was like many peers, who found that low-level federal government work was, as Taylor puts it, "about the highest that a free black could aspire to."

"I would say that all that these black men accomplished was in a pervasive atmosphere of impediments -- legal impediments, social impediments, psychological impediments," Taylor says.

One notable aspect of the neighborhood Freeman selected was that it was integrated. In 1840, in the city of Washington, whites outnumbered blacks, and free blacks now outnumbered slaves. It would be a far cry to say relations were harmonious. The Nat Turner rebellion of 1831 had made whites nervous, and in 1835, whites in the District made their fears known in what was called the Snow Riot. There were Black Codes, not always enforced, restricting the movement of black residents.

Even so, Taylor says, extreme, Jim Crow-type segregation was not yet the norm.

"People always assume that we've had this step-by-step advancing of race relationships, but that's far from true," Taylor says. "They've gone up and down, up and down. In this period I'm talking about, starting in the late 1840s, people weren't all that uptight" about the race of their neighbor.

Freeman was joined by other free African Americans. The household of John Brent was on the corner of L and 18th, where a Borders bookstore is now, and by 1854 Paul Jennings had settled beside him. Like Freeman, Jennings earned a home of his own through extraordinary determination. After Madison's tenure, Jennings moved back to Montpelier, then returned to Washington with Dolley after Madison's death. Dolley, who was having financial difficulties, had promised to free Paul in her will, but he came to doubt this would happen. Taking matters into his own hands -- and taking advantage of social connections -- he arranged for Daniel Webster, through an intermediary, to lend him his purchase price of $200, Taylor says. He worked off the debt and proceeded to acquire two houses. He would later give Dolley Madison small sums of money.

Neighborhood of notables

Nor were they the only neighborhood residents with presidential connections. Just a few blocks away, in properties on M and L streets, lived William, Charles and Colbert Syphax, free brothers who belonged to what would be one of the city's most elite black families. It is Syphax family tradition -- and generally not disputed -- that these Syphaxes were the grandsons of no less than George Washington Parke Custis and a slave. Custis was himself the grandson of Martha Washington, giving the Syphaxes ties of both blood and bond to Mount Vernon, where some forebears had worked. Some Syphaxes settled on the Virginia side of the river, and rose to prominence there.

The reason these three settled in Washington may be simple: jobs. William worked for the Department of the Interior, where he achieved the title of "Chief Messenger"; he was also a community leader in education for black children. Charles worked in the pension office with Paul Jennings.

Despite living in integrated surroundings, these residents, Taylor says, clearly were made to feel unwelcome in important places, like churches. So residents established black churches to have a place to worship -- and gather -- privately. Many were involved in efforts to help other slaves. John Freeman and his sons, Stanton says, were active in efforts to raise money to help slaves buy their freedom.

In fact, it was from this neighborhood that an ambitious slave escape was plotted; in 1848, white Northern abolitionists arranged for 77 slaves to be stowed in a schooner, the Pearl, bound for the North. Assisting them were Paul Jennings; John Brent; and Brent's wife, Elizabeth Edmonson, who had enslaved siblings aboard.

The attempt failed, and so dangerous and secret was the endeavor that some of Paul Jennings's descendants did not know about it until fairly recent published accounts appeared. "The Pearl story was new to me," says Hugh Alexander, a Maryland resident descended from Jennings, whose late mother, a family historian, kept his daguerreotype on the wall.

Eventually, other former Montpelier slaves moved to the community. "That cannot be a coincidence," Taylor says. One of them, Ben Stewart, had been sold to an owner in Georgia, then found his way back to Washington and got a job as a guide at the U.S. Capitol. In time, many residents would marry neighbors, and properties stayed in families for generations.

Now, the houses are mostly or completely gone, and with it the known fate of the Freeman line. According to Cinder Stanton, John and Melinda -- who did legally marry -- had 10 children, one of whom, Benjamin, worked as a clerk in the patent office. Melinda outlived John, who died in 1839. Her 1857 will was witnessed by their longtime friend, Paul Jennings.

To date, Stanton has been unable to find living descendants, but she knows that one grandson, John Freeman Shorter, fought in the Civil War. Shorter rose to become a lieutenant of the 55th Massachusetts, together, coincidentally enough, with two other black men with Monticello ties.

According to the account of a white officer, this John Freeman was a well-educated man "with every soldierly quality, from scrupulous neatness to unflinching bravery." Though wounded, he re-mustered, then in 1865 set out for Ohio, where his fiancee was living. He contracted smallpox en route, and died. In that sense he was less fortunate than his grandfather, who went through so much to join a community of people who had endured the same extremes he had, and was able to live out his days in the company of the woman for love of whom he had the temerity to write a president. Twice.

Independent historian Beth Taylor will be speaking about these people and events in history at a lecture and reception on Feb. 17 at 6 p.m. at the National Center for White House History (formerly Decatur House) on Lafayette Square. E-mail basher@montpelier.org or call 540-672-2728, Ext. 109, to RSVP.

 

VIDEO: Just A Band (from Kenya) - "Usinibore" + "If I Could"

Just A Band - Usinibore

The first single from Just A Band's upcoming second album - 82.
http://www.just-a-band.com

CREDITS

HAPLESS GIRL
Carol Ciiku

DANCERS
Isaac Hunja 
Kevin Maina
Moses Qqu

ANGRY MOB/SOLDIERS
Andrew Tazoo
Andrew Muinde Wambua
Angela Akoth Ongewe
Blinky Bill
Chris Breezy
Derrick Mutungi
Edwin Ondiek
Eric Mutunga
Josephine Achola
Kevin Sellanga
Kimberly Ogembo
Linda Oduor-Noah
Lionel Githengwa
Lisa Oduor-Noah
Mark Kaigwa
Muchiri Njenga
Njoki Ngumi
Peter Choge
Wachira Muthui
Wilfrid Emanuel Jeanlouis

CREW
Director: Jim Chuchu for Just A Band
Assistant Director: Mbithi Masya
Assistant Producer: Lucille Kahara
Props and Costume Designer: Kepha Maina
Set Design and Additional Props: Njoki Ngumi
Dollies provided by The Kenya Grip Company
Shot at the Godown Arts Center, Nairobi
Produced by Just A Band
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Just A Band - If I Could

Just A Band single from Scratch To Reveal - created for the TRNSMSSN video-art exhibition. Starring Kevin "K2" Maina and Patricia Kihoro.

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These guys are a DIY (Do It Yourself) trio out of Nairobi, Kenya. They not only wrote, recorded, engineered their own albums, they also put together their own videos. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do! I can change the world."
via youtube.com

 

INFO: Tumi: Whole Worlds album review + Video + exclusive track ‘Villages & Malls’ « from AfriPOP!

Tumi: Whole Worlds album review + exclusive track &lsquo;Villages & Malls&rsquo;

What exactly is the use of a hidden track? Especially nowadays when no one’s willing to wait, and there’s every chance you’ll miss it. Which would be a shame in the case of Tumi’s second solo album.  Usain Bolt, tucked away 5 minutes of silence after the brief,  mournful title song featuring Canadian MC Ian Kamau, is possibly this album’s best cut.

It’s what Johannesburg’s Hip-hop industry looks like through the eyes of MC’s Tumi and Zubz – peers especially for being outstanding and yet standing on the outside looking in –  how they feel about it, and their triumphant resolve to have it no other way. Zubz’ disconnect extends beyond mere rap relations. It has a socio-political aspect, with him being foreign and Zimbabwean. And Tumi, though South African, finds it “ hard to speak local when you global and you always rolling in a league of your own…” weirdly bragging but pleading his case in the very same bar.

Just when he seems above it, he goes and admits it bothers him that his own cousins check for, say, a more dance-friendly DJ Sbu.

That will explain the Kwaito kingpin Brickz’ cameo. Not too wordy, it’s really about the loud and bolshie character he adds to Bambezela. And thankfully, it works over the broad, cinematic production worthy of the statement record that this is.

(Ditto for the film noir-style video after the jump which faithfully depicts the song’s theme: the struggle to retain one’s individuality in the face of pressure to be more popular or have more material possessions)…

 

 

Perhaps it’s that Hip-hop snob thing at play again but Tumi likes to keep his rap collaborators to a minimum. There are none on the two albums with his band The Volume and maybe a couple on his previous album Music From My Good Eye, and this one combined.

On the other hand, luminaries from other genres, cultures, and styles abound. But strategically: MXO is tapped for sheer afro-soul power. The presence of Blk Sonshine’s Massauko and jazz uber-legend Sibongile Khumalo adds class to the set and restores to the fallen artists eulogized on Stage Lights the dignity denied whilst they still lived.

Against the stark snare of Mr. Gogetit, Pebbles’ playful vocals are the sweet to the sour.

And Zaki Ibrahim brings a sensual, ethereal and futuristic quality to Health, Food and Shelter, actually harmonising with Tumi’s melodic speaking voice. Just one of many places where the evident attention paid to vocal detail pays off.

It would be lazy and frankly, inaccurate to tar the shimmering Villages and Malls with French singer Tairo  or the percussive Still not Free featuring Reunion’s Danyel Waro with the ‘world music’ brush.

By now a seasoned international festival staple, Tumi projects his global experience through a Hip-hop prism dazzling with blunt gems (The puma fat cat is on whose side? / Not yours so we settle for the Zuma) and revealing a rich spectrum of thoughts on love, marriage, humanity, materialism, celebrity, spirituality.

Much like Music From My Good Eye did before it but this time with a sound cohesive and assured enough to conquer worlds. Whole worlds, in fact.

tumi ww cover

(Rating: 9/10)

Whole Worlds is out now. Buy it here.

Go Here To Hear Villages and Malls, another AfriPOP! exclusive.

icon for podpress  Tumi: Villages & Malls featuring Tairo [3:57m]

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Phiona Okumu has written for Y Magazine, Oprah Magazine, Marie Claire, Elle, Straight No Chaser, Shook, Arise, www.rage.co.za etc. Her favourite Africans are Kenyans, and then Ghanaians. But she's neither. Often she can be found navigating the social media maze to engage with world-wise, afro-centred, Hip-hop predisposed peers. Follow her on www.twitter.com/ophiona



 

 

EVENT: Denver—AWP Cave Canem/Kundiman Reading and Salon

AWP Cave Canem/Kundiman Reading and Salon

An AWP Off-Site Event
Type:
Date:
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Time:
8:00pm - 11:00pm
Location:
Mercury Cafe - Denver (mercurycafe.com)
Street:
2199 California Street
City/Town:
Denver, CO
 

Description

Cave Canem & Kundiman Reading & Salon at the Mercury Café: an AWP Off-Site Event.

Featuring Toi Derricotte, Sarah Gambito, Cornelius Eady, Oliver de la Paz, Dawn Lundy Martin & Kazim Ali + a salon featuring Cave Canem and Kundiman fellows & family (bring a poem to share!).

Emceed by Ching-In Chen & Tara Betts.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010 – 8pm.

The Mercury Café
2199 California Street
Denver, CO 80205
(303) 294-9281
http://www.mercurycafe.com

$3 suggested donation -- to benefit Cave Canem & Kundiman (no one turned away for lack of funds).

About Our Featured Readers:
Toi Derricotte is the author of a memoir, The Black Notebooks, and four books of poetry, Tender, Captivity (which won the Paterson Poetry Prize), Natural Birth, and Empress of the Death House. She has received numerous awards, including a fellowship from the Rockefeller Foundation, a Guggenheim Fellowship, two fellowships in poetry from the National Endowment for the Arts, and two Pushcart Prizes. The Black Notebooks received the Anisfield—Wolf Award and was a New York Times Notable book of the year. In 2008, she received the Barnes & Noble Writers for Writers Award from Poets & Writers, Inc., the Distinguished Alumni/Alumnae Award from New York University Graduate School of Arts and Science, and the Elizabeth Kray Award for Service to Poetry from Poets House. She is the co-founder of Cave Canem, the historic workshop/retreat for African American poets.

Sarah Gambito is the author of the poetry collections Delivered (Persea Books) and Matadora (Alice James Books). Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Iowa Review, The Antioch Review, Denver Quarterly, The New Republic, Field, Quarterly West, Fence and other journals. Her honors include the Barnes & Noble Writers for Writers Award from Poets and Writers and grants and fellowships from The New York Foundation for the Arts, Urban Artists Initiative and The MacDowell Colony. She is Assistant Professor of English and Director of Creative Writing at Fordham University. Together with Joseph O. Legaspi, she co-founded Kundiman, a non-profit organization serving Asian American poets.

Cornelius Eady is the author of seven books of poetry, most recently Hardheaded Weather (Penguin, 2008). Victims of the Latest Dance Craze, (Ommation Press, 1986) won the 1985 Lamont Prize from the Academy of American Poets; The Gathering of My Name, (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1991) was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in Drama, and a production of Brutal Imagination (with a score by Diedre Murray) won the 2002 Oppenheimer award for the best first play by an American Playwright. He is the recipient of an NEA Fellowship in Literature; a John Simon Guggenheim Fellowship in Poetry; a Lila Wallace-Readers Digest Traveling Scholarship; a Rockefeller Foundation Fellowship to Bellagio, Italy; The Prairie Schooner Strousse Award (1994); and the Elizabeth Kray Award for service to the field of poetry from Poets House. With Toi Derricotte, he is co-founder of Cave Canem. He is associate professor of English at the University of Notre Dame.

Oliver de la Paz is the author of three collections of poetry, Names Above Houses, Furious Lullaby (SIU Press 2001, 2007), and the forthcoming Requiem for the Orchard (U. of Akron Press 2010), winner of the Akron Prize for poetry chosen by Martìn Espada. He co-chairs the advisory board of Kundiman, a not-for-profit organization dedicated to the promotion of Asian American Poetry. A recipient of a NYFA Fellowship Award and a GAP Grant from Artist Trust, his work has appeared in journals like Virginia Quarterly Review, North American Review, Tin House, Chattahoochee Review, and in anthologies such as Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation. He teaches at Western Washington University.

Kazim Ali's books of poetry include The Far Mosque, The Fortieth Day, and a cross-genre memoir Bright Felon: Autobiography and Cities. He is also the author of two novels, Quinn's Passage and The Disappearance of Seth, and a translation of Marguerite Duras' novel Love. In 2010, his Orange Alert: Essays on Poetry, Art and the Architecture of Silence will be published by the University of Michigan Press in their Poets on Poetry Series. In addition to his work as a yoga teacher and political organizer, Kazim teaches at Oberlin College and in the Stonecoast low-residency MFA program. Kazim also co-founded Nightboat Books in 2004 with Jennifer Chapis.

Dawn Lundy Martin was awarded the Cave Canem Poetry Prize by Carl Phillips for her manuscript, A Gathering of Matter/A Matter of Gathering (University of Georgia Press, 2007). She is the author of The Morning Hour, selected in 2003 by C.D. Wright for the Poetry Society of America's National Chapbook Fellowship. Among her many honors include Massachusetts Cultural Council Artists Grants for Poetry in 2002 and 2006 and the 2008 Academy of American Arts and Sciences May Sarton Prize for Poetry. Excerpts from her new manuscript, DISCIPLINE, can be found in Daedalus, Tuesday: An Art Project, Hambone and Jubilat. She is a founding member of the Black Took Collective, a group of experimental black poets that performs at universities and colleges around the country; co-editor of a collection of essays, The Fire This Time: Young Activists And The New Feminism (Anchor Books, 2004); and a founder of the Third Wave Foundation in New York, a national young feminist organization. She is an assistant professor of English in the Writing Program at the University of Pittsburgh.

About Our Emcees:
Ching-In Chen is the author of The Heart's Traffic (Arktoi Books/Red Hen Press). The daughter of Chinese immigrants, she is a Kundiman, Macondo and Lambda Fellow.

Tara Betts is the author of Arc & Hue. She teaches creative writing at Rutgers University, and she is a Cave Canem fellow.

About Our Organizations:
Cave Canem is a home for the many voices of African American poetry and is committed to cultivating the artistic and professional growth of African American poets. In addition to an annual writing retreat, programs include two book prizes with prestigious presses; workshops in New York City; Legacy Conversations; a Poets on Craft series; nationally based readings and panels; and the publication of two anthologies. http://www.cavecanempoets.org/

Kundiman is an organization dedicated to the creation, cultivation and promotion of Asian American poetry by creating an affirming and rigorous space where Asian American poets can explore, through art, the unique challenges that face the new and ever changing diaspora. In order to help mentor the next generation of Asian-American poets, Kundiman sponsors an annual Poetry Retreat for emerging Asian American poets. http://kundiman.squarespace.com/