PUB: Cave Canem Poetry Prize

Cave Canem Poetry Prize

Established in 1999, this first-book award is dedicated to the discovery of exceptional manuscripts by African American poets. The participation of distinguished judges and prominent literary presses has made this prize highly competitive.

2010 Winner: Iain Haley Pollock for Spit Back a Boy, selected by Elizabeth Alexander.

2010 Honorable Mention: Vida Cross for Bronzeville at Night: 1949.

2011 Competition

Final Judge: Patricia Smith
Reading period opens March 15, 2011.
Deadline to submit: April 30, 2011

 

 

 

2011 Cave Canem Poetry Prize Guidelines

 

Award: Winner receives $1,000, publication by the University of Pittsburgh Press in fall 2012, 15 copies of the book and a feature reading. Final Judge: Patricia Smith. (Judge reserves the right not to select a winner or honorable mentions.)

 

Eligibility: African American writers who have not had a full-length book of poetry published by a professional press. Authors of chapbooks and self-published books with a maximum print run of 500 may apply. Simultaneous submission to other book awards should be noted: immediate notice upon winning such an award is required. Winner agrees to be in the United States at her or his own expense when the book is published in order to participate in promotional reading(s).

 

Deadline: Reading period opens March 15, 2011. Manuscripts must be postmarked no later than April 30, 2011. Manuscripts received after May 9, 2011, 5 pm, will not be considered, regardless of postmark date. To be notified that your manuscript has been received, enclose a stamped, self- addressed postcard. Winner announced in September 2011.

 

Entry Fee: $15. Enclose check with submission, made payable to Cave Canem Foundation. Entry fees are non-refundable.

 

Direct packet to:

Cave Canem Foundation Cave Canem

Poetry Prize

20 Jay Street, Suite 310-A

Brooklyn, NY 11201

 

Submission

ﰀ Send two copies of a single manuscript. One manuscript per poet allowed.

ﰀ Enclose a stamped, self-addressed envelope to receive notification of results.

ﰀ Author’s name should not appear on any pages within the manuscript. Copy One must include a title page with the author’s brief bio (200 words, maximum) and contact information: name, postal address, e-mail address and telephone number. Copy Two must include a cover sheet with the title only.

ﰀ Manuscript must include a table of contents and list of acknowledgments of previously published poems.

ﰀ Manuscript must be single sided with a font size of 11 or 12, paginated, and 50-75 pages in length, inclusive of title page, table of contents and acknowledgments. A poem may be multiple pages, but no more than one poem per page is permitted.

ﰀ Manuscript must be unbound. Use a binder clip—do not staple or fold. Do not include illustrations or images of any kind.

ﰀ Manuscripts not adhering to submission guidelines will be discarded without notice to sender.

ﰀ Due to the volume of submissions, manuscripts will not be returned. Post-submission revisions or corrections are not permitted.


 

EVENT: Brooklyn—Art Exhibition—What She Longed To Tell...

 

WHAT SHE LONGED TO TELL...

in honor of

Women's History Month

 

Saturday, March 19, 2011

6:00pm

Tamboril Restaurant

527 Myrtle Avenue

Brooklyn, New York 11205

Suggested Donation $5.00

 

Featured Artists:

Carla Campbell • Deb Marcano • Florine Demosthene

Happiness Akaniro * Kiini Salaam • LaToya M. Hobbs

Lenia Bodden • Sherley Olopherne • Tamara Figueroa

 

Performance by:

Fatima Friday, Artistic Director of FreeLaavéSól

INTERVIEW: Glenn Ligon > Interview Magazine

Glenn Ligon

Jason Moran
Mario Sorrenti

In so many ways, Glenn Ligon’s art productionsare like illuminated manuscripts. The 49-year-old Bronx-born artist is probably most famous for his text paintings, which he’s made since the ’80s, appropriating words by everyone from Zora Neale Hurston and Ralph Ellison toRichard Pryor. Sometimes a line floats in the center of the canvas, and other times it repeats manically from top to bottom, covered over in paint until it’s almost aggressively illegible. Such sentences that flicker in and out of abstraction include: I do not always feel colored and I was a nigger for twenty-three years.

 

I gave that shit up. No Room for advancement. Clearly, Ligon relies heavily on the legacy of writers, but he also actively engages with the history of abstract painting. In other pieces, however, he takes that fight between readability and revolt away from the canvas and the oils—particularly in a number of neon works, where the white neon bar is covered over in black, giving the simultaneous sense of illumination and blackout. Recently, the artist even entered the film business. His piece The Death of Tom is an abstractionist restaging of the last scene in Uncle Tom’s Cabin, the silent movie filmed by Thomas Edison’s studio in 1903. Ligon asked experimental jazz musician Jason Moran to create the soundtrack for the film—“playing to the shadows,” as the young musician puts it. Here, the two talk about the importance of learning things that aren’t always written down.

 

 

Jason Moran: When did you figure out that art—with a big “A”—was an option for a lifestyle, versus, say, working for ups?

Glenn Ligon: You know, it took a long time to figure that out, because there wasn’t any precedent in my family for being an artist. Although, ironically, when my mother was younger, she wanted to be a singer, which I found odd because I never thought she had a good voice. [both laugh] But at some point she must have had a good voice. I remember seeing pictures of her from the ’40s, when she’d just gotten married. She was very glamorous, very stylish, and being a singer once must have been a possibility for her. When I started showing artistic talent at a very young age, she was encouraging.

 

Moran: What was your artistic talent?

Ligon: Drawing, mostly. But I also had a deep interest in literature, which became a big part of what my work is about. But back then I was just filling up notebooks with sketches and drawings. So my mother sent me to pottery classes after school. At this point she had separated from my father. My brother and I were going to private school on scholarship. There wasn’t a lot of extra money, but there was an attitude that money could be spent for anything that bettered us—in that black, working-class, striving kind of way. Culture was betterment. Anything we wanted to read was fine. Pottery classes or trips to the Met were fine. Hundred-dollar sneakers? No.

 

Moran: What year are we talking about?

Ligon: We’re talking about the late ’60s and early ’70s in New York. But, as I said, my mother really didn’t come from artists. Her famous quote to me was, “The only artists I’ve ever heard of are dead.” The pottery classes were meant to be a part of my overall uplift. I knew what it meant to be sent to art classes, but I still didn’t know anything about being an artist. I graduated from Wesleyan University with a b.a. in art. I was really headed toward an architecture degree, but when I did the requirements for the major, I realized I was more interested in how people live in buildings than in making buildings. I was more interested in the interactions that happened inside the structures. So I got an art degree as a default position. When I got out of school, I went to work proofreading for a law firm. That became the thing that I told my mother I was doing—proofreading—because that was understandable. I had a job.

 

Moran: After college you lived in the city?

Ligon: Yeah, I lived in Fort Greene, Brooklyn, painting on the weekends and at night, and working at the law firm during the day. Then I switched up so that I could work 12-hour shifts at the firm on the weekends so I could have days free to paint. But it was almost like I had a secret life, because I wasn’t showing any of my work. It was just in my house. In ’89, I got a grant from the National Endowment for the Arts. That’s when I started to get into group shows. Suddenly I sort of “came out” as an artist 
[laughs] . . . I said to myself, “If the government thinks I’m an artist, I must be one.”

 

Moran: That was when they still gave individual grants.

Ligon: Yes. And they learned their lesson. [both laugh] They don’t trust artists anymore. Now the money has to go through arts organizations. But, yeah, back then you could get a grant, and I got $5,000—a huge amount of money. It was a turning point for me because I could either keep working at the law firm or I could cut back and think about how to become an artist rather than just make art, you know?

 

Moran: What was the kind of work you were doing in the ’80s? Was it text or figurative?

Ligon: I was still trying to figure out how to be an abstract painter, really. Painting was my first love, and I was interested in abstract painters like [Willem] de Kooning, [Franz] Kline, and [Jackson] Pollock. They were my first heroes. But around 1985, I was in the Whitney Museum independent study program and they kind of pooh-poohed painting. Painting was the enemy. The program consisted of a very long reading list and discussions of what we read. It was an introduction for me to how theoretical models from other disciplines were being applied to art. I was still interested in painting, although it wasn’t encouraged there, and it took me a few years to figure out that I wanted to continue to do it. But the Whitney program was when I started to put text into my work, in part because the addition of text literally gave content to the abstract painting that I was doing—which isn’t to say that abstract painting has no content, but my paintings seemed content-free. At some point I realized that the text was the painting and that everything else was extraneous. The painting became the act of writing a text on a canvas, but in all my work, text turns into abstraction.

 

Moran: Right. It’s like jazz musicians like [John] Coltrane—not that he doesn’t play content, but he plays a different kind of content. You get a vibe from his music, but he also gave very clear titles for these abstract pieces. I think some of my frustration was that I didn’t think I was a good enough of a musician to be able to just play something that someone would understand on a gut level. That led me to do what I do sometimes with voices—to sample them or bring that content into the music.

Ligon: I remember I once did these text paintings that consisted of single, repeated sentences from Zora Neale Hurston. At a lecture, a guy said to me, “You know, when I look at your work, I don’t know what I’m looking at, but when I look at a de Kooning painting, I know what that is.” I said, “Well, the paintings I’m doing have a very legible sentence at the top of the canvas.” [laughs] I think what he meant was, “I don’t understand—or want to understand—your content. I understand abstraction, but I don’t understand these words.” I had to point out to him that de Kooning paintings are a language to be learned. When they were first shown, they were ridiculed as being just drips and splatters and splashes. You had to learn how to read them. I’m only asking that the same process happen with my work. But I’m fascinated by what you were talking about, how jazz musicians like Coltrane needed these very clear titles for their abstract music, and your decision to bring voices into your music as a way to tap into content. It’s related to the way my text-based work still functions as abstraction for me. If I repeat a sentence down a canvas, the text starts to smudge and disappear. It essentially becomes an abstract piece. The meaning of the text is still there . . .

 

Moran: Someone once told me that some writers go through their favorite works and type out a sentence or a paragraph just to feel the rhythm of that writing.

Ligon: It’s a great idea: to feel the rhythm of something by seeing how it flows on a page.

 

Moran: That’s the immediate process of how most jazz musicians learn how to play. Ninety percent of the stuff isn’t written down. Most of it is improvised. You really have to listen and figure out, how did Thelonious Monk play this? Or, how did Duke Ellington get that tone from this chord? You have to sit for hours just listening to people play, and then try to repeat what they were playing so you can build up your own language.

Ligon: What drew me to your work was when I heard you playing Monk. I heard Jason Moran playing Monk—I didn’t hear someone trying to re-create Monk in a straightforward, note-for-note, this-is-how-he-would’ve-done-it way. I realize that it’s the result of an incredibly intense research project. You figure out how he played as the base, and then you build your own vocabulary up

 

Moran: For me, Monk is the best example. When he plays someone else’s work, it just sounds like him. I discovered Monk in the ’80s, right around the time of the documentary Straight, No Chaser [1988]. I was like 13, so I’m not thinking about how he was misunderstood in the ’50s. I don’t know about his history or baggage or what he overcame. He had his eyes set and he never wavered, and I thought, That’s how you’re supposed to do it—period. When I try to approach Monk’s work, I have to make sure that I have reckless abandon within it. I try to make sure I don’t let that sand castle just stand. It should start getting demolished from the bottom and move its way up to the top, dissolving into something else. I think that’s the problem with jazz in general. It’s still a young art form—a little over 100 years old now—and there’s the idea like, Shit, we’ve only had a couple of golden eras, and we really want to keep looking back at them. That will just get us stuck.

Ligon: I love Monk’s song “Just a Gigolo.” It’s probably a minor song for him, but whenever I hear a recording of him playing it, I’m mesmerized, because Monk clearly loved pop music. He took it very seriously and made an amazing thing out of it. Jason, I remember seeing you in concert about a year ago where you played a recording of lyrics by Ghostface [Killah] of the Wu-Tang Clan—while on the piano, you played the music from a runaway-slave song. It was an incredible mash-up of different historical moments.

 

Moran: When I talk to students about playing those old standards, like “Just a Gigolo,” I say, “That song has been played far better by another musician, so you can either try to outdo that musician or try to play like them. Or you can take a deconstructionist standpoint.” Music reads from left to right, from top to bottom. Why haven’t you read it backwards? Read it vertically. Just cut out what you need—literally—and throw the rest away. See what that sounds like and what it spawns. With Wu-Tang, I just hadn’t heard them addressed properly. It should still have its vulgarity. Fucking hip-hop is vulgar. So Ghostface has this song called “Run.” I don’t know what it is about rappers, but as lyricists they feel like someone is always assaulting them—they tend to talk about this paranoia a lot. In the song “Run,” he’s running, and I feel like it’s a cop that’s chasing him. I thought, Well, this is the same shit as “Run, Nigger, Run,” the old slave song. It’s the same concept. It’s the same feeling. So I wanted to put those together to see if they worked. I wanted the audience to contemplate whether that connection worked. I really use the stage as a testing ground. Most people work at home and bring in the result. Fuck that. Let’s cut to the chase. I want to test it in front of people who have their notions of what a song is or isn’t. It’s a matter of working.

Ligon: I think there’s an interest right now in the performance aspect of artworks, instead of just hanging things on walls. We’re in a moment when a lot of younger artists are looking at work from the ’60s and ’70s—they are looking at the pieces by Marina Abramovic or Vito Acconci. These pieces have a time element. They were performed live. To perform them again now isn’t simply an homage, because it’s a different audience, a different moment. I worked on a film project called The Death of Tom, because I was interested in performance, and also I wanted a different way of using text. The film was based on a novel—Uncle Tom’s Cabin—but it was meant to be a re-creation of the last minute of Thomas Edison’s silent-film version from 1903. I play Uncle Tom. [laughs] It’s funny. It’s one of those situations where you think you have a great idea and then you’re embarrassed by it. I worked with a cinematographer to shoot it exactly the way Edison’s cinematographer did—on a hand-cranked camera, black-and-white, 16 millimeter, with a double exposure. There’s a moment where little Eva comes down from heaven to visit Tom. When we cast the parts, there was never a moment where I wasn’t sure I should play Tom. Of course, when I saw the video footage, I thought, Oh, my god, this is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in my life. After we shot the film and had it processed, we found out that it hadn’t been loaded properly in the camera. The film was just blurry, fluttery, burnt-out black-and-white images, all light and shadows. But I thought that failure of representation was in line with my larger artistic project, which has always been about turning something legible like a text into an abstraction. And then I realized that the Edison film would have had a piano accompaniment when shown in theaters. That’s when I thought I should bring you into the project. I was very surprised how narrative the film became by the way you played over it.

 

Moran: I was somewhere in Europe when you mailed me a dvd of the film and video documentation of the shoot. I remember watching mostly the video footage and then seeing that last piece—which became the whole piece—which was the blurriness. I thought, Let’s see what it would be like if I only played to the failed footage. There’s an Art Blakey saying that goes something like, “When you play something wrong, play it loud.” That way, you really commit to your mistake. I remember I was in Oslo at a sound check. I told the sound engineer to just press record, and I watched the footage a couple of times and played to the shadows. And then I couldn’t believe it when you wrote back saying you weren’t going to use any of the other footage, just the failed footage.

Ligon: That’s because the score was so good! In the end, what you see when you watch the film is all the dress rehearsals and various takes of Tom’s death, repeated over and over again. But the way you play to those repeating scenes gives it so much drama and narrative.

 

Moran: Luckily, I got to see the piece at your show at Thomas Dane Gallery in London this past spring. I was talking to people afterward, and the filmmaker Isaac Julien said that your entire show was kind of the first post-election show. And The Death of Tom is like the quintessential post-election piece. It really tries to close the door on a part of an African-American experience that had its time and its use. But hearing Isaac say that really made it clear how important that show was. There was also your big black neon piece that says the word America. You told me how it flickers slowly on and off.

Ligon: Yeah, every a couple of hours it goes off, and then on again. The irony about that piece is that it is actually based on Dickens’s novel A Tale of Two Cities. And really the genesis of that piece was when the U.S. first went into Iraq and Afghanistan. I remember seeing a picture a couple of years ago of a little Afghani kid, no more than 13, standing outside the ruins of his house that had been mistakenly bombed by Americans, and several members of his family had been killed. He was bemoaning these unjust killings and cursing America, but also saying that America needs to live up to its promise. I thought, “This is an amazing moment. You’re standing in the ruins of your house, with members of your family still buried in the rubble, and you say, ‘I believe in America,’ because America has the ideals that it does not live up to, instead of just saying, ‘Fuck you all. I’m gonna strap on the bomb, and I’m comin’ for you.’ ” But there is this sense that America, for all its dark deeds, is still this shining light. That’s how the piece came about, because I was thinking about Dickens’s “the best of times, the worst of times.” Yes, that’s where America is. We can elect Barack Obama, and we’re still torturing people in prisons in Cuba. Those things are going on at the same time. Of course, because the piece is a black covering over white neon, it gets read as black America/white America, and those kind of binaries, which is a part of it. I’m not denying that. But I think that maybe if the piece has a kind of richness, it is because of the ambiguity.

 

Moran: What books are key reading for a viewer who is looking at what you have done?

Ligon: A key text for me is [James] Baldwin’s essays. And, in particular, his essay Stranger in the Village. It’s a text that I’ve used in a lot of paintings. The essay is from the mid-’50s, when he’s moved to Switzerland to work on a novel, and he finds himself the only black man living in a tiny Swiss village. The essay is about the fascination and fear that the villagers approach him with. He even says, “They don’t believe I’m American—black people come from Africa.” The essay is not only about race relations, but about what it means to be a stranger anywhere. How does one break down the barrier between people? It’s a global question and it probably reflects what I’ve been trying to do—reach out more.

 

Moran: Do you think you’ve succeeded?

Ligon: I think now that I’ve gotten older I’m much more interested in what you were talking about before, thinking about how do you experiment in public? How do you let an audience in on this process of learning about something?

 

Moran: That was the thing that attracted me to conceptual art. It wasn’t as if it were all explained, but it shows the steps—starting with the open sides of a cube. The process becomes part of the piece. Just like me listening to Bach on my headphones and trying to play along. Or the whole band with headphones . . .

Ligon: And you actually do that onstage. You come out with your headphones on listening to something.

 

Moran: Yes, there is something intrinsic to it, like it’s of the moment. The part in my concert [In My Mind: Monk at Town Hall 1959] where everyone puts on headphones was my attempt at interaction without actual interaction with each other. Everyone is just interacting with the one song that each one is listening to, and that group interaction, we never actually hear. Jazz is always about listening to everything that’s happening, and responding, but for this piece, we play something on our instruments that we can’t even hear because the headphones are turned up so loud.

Ligon: The musicians must have had to really trust you because that seems a little counterintuitive. [laughs]

 

Moran: Yes, and a few people took their headphones off to listen and found that they were gravitating toward the same rhythms and sounds. It’s interesting to think what effect the music that I make can have. I have no idea what people are doing with it. Or the work that you make—you have no idea how it is affecting people.

Ligon: Right.

 

Moran: When you make a work and you put it out, and then people eat that up and they digest it a certain way, you have no idea what their bowel movement’s gonna be. [both laugh] How they use it, what nutrients they pull, and what waste they leave . . . That becomes so interesting. I mean, we’re in New York City, man. This is what I tell my students. In music school, they don’t tell you to go spend time in museums. They never tell you to go see dance. And those are forms that use music so much. There’s a whole other living I’ve created working with visual artists—not just dealing with me and a piano going to a solo performance. You know, like I wish I could take one of Bruce Nauman’s crazy clown scenes and put music to it. I’ll never forget in the mid-’90s going to see the Nauman show at moma. It looked like some strange circus. And being able to hear things that were happening in another gallery, it was a real stretch of the imagination.

Ligon: I saw that Nauman show, too, and I think it was the first time that I realized that a certain kind of performance work could be scary. [laughs] Sol LeWitt had a huge influence on my work because of his use of repetition and his clarity, setting up a system and letting that system go. That’s kind of where the text paintings came from. But when you look at Nauman, you realize this is some scary inside-your-head stuff, that art can also be a window to one’s unconscious.

 

Jason Moran is a New York–based jazz musician, composer, and recording artist

 

 

PHOTO ESSAY: Street Photography > African Digital Art

Street Photography: Conversation with Street Photographers

Taking the lens to the street sometimes comes away with a magical reveal. Great street photography always seems to stir up conversations. There is an intimacy to it and a closer look at life in a city. It reveals conflict and surmounting number of feelings from lighthearted moments to struggle that cities happen to display. This interest within our continent sometimes was taken by photographers visiting from other countries and their views always in an interest different from our own. In getting to know photographers on their own home turf (in Kenya & South Africa) taking to the streets to capture this vitality and happenings, we dig deeper to ask how this tradition of street photography helps the way we see our society today. Our conversation begins with three remarkable photographers : Marius W. Van GraanGerhardt Coetzee and Louis Majanja.


Photographer: Marius W. Van Graan Location: Mombasa, Kenya

Ger Duany / Former Child Soldier returning to Sudan for the first time in 18 yrs Photographer: Marius W. Van Graan Location : Sudan

What interests you to street photography?

Marius : To me, streets are a means, part of a process for people in their everyday lives, whether it’s getting around or whatever, people are usually in between one point to the next when they are on the street. I like to find those moments of people in their everyday processes whether it’s someone late for work rushing through the streets to get somewhere or people protesting in the streets.

Gerhardt: The raw quality and unpredictable elements of the street excite me. The streets don’t lie. I also enjoy playing around with the impulsive nature of the subject versus strong geometric composition lines, carefully composed.

Louis: I don’t know if there any single event or thing that has driven my interest. I’m still relatively new to this but I have always liked images and writing but I found that i’m not so good at writing, nor do I have the patience to sit down and write a long story, pictures for me are an easier way to tell that story.

Photographer: Gerhardt Coetzee Location: PortElizabeth, South Africa

Photographer: Gerhardt Coetzee Location : PortElizabeth, South Africa

What do you strive to capture in the moments and photographs that you take?

Marius : I am not always trying to find something, usually I let the moment dictate the idea, and then I’ll interpret that with an image. All art to me is a way of understanding the human condition, and I guess that’s what I look for.

Gerhardt: I generally work around a theme or an emotion so I go out into the streets with the intention of capturing specific moments. I slow a scene down by isolating a certain figure (or congregation of figures). I rely on the composition to pronounce the subject of the photograph as a focal point.

Louis: I strive to capture people and how they interact with their environment at a particular time. From  the mode of transportation, to the way they dress, how communication is interpreted through fonts, to architecture and what people do for work.

Photographer: Louis Majanja Location: Nairobi, Kenya

Photographer: Louis Majanja Location: Nairobi, Kenya


There is a preservation of human interest in street photography. In 5 years from now, what do you hope people will learn from your work?

Marius : I don’t know, to be honest. Media today, whether design, music or photography has become so consumed, it’s shelf life is so short. I guess I hope my work will be timeless enough to last, so that in 5 years people can look at it and still appreciate a fleeting moment that passed in the process of someone else’s life.

Gerhardt: Through my work, I hope it becomes obvious what an important role planning your project makes. Street photography goes beyond just capturing a decisive scene. The technical quality of the photograph should be what distinguishes a certain street scene, making the photograph exceptional.

Louis: I really haven’t thought much about that – but i hope i’m part of the the process of preserving the historical record of the places i live in.and of the people i come from.

 

VIDEO: “Zoom Zoom – The Professor” (The Muhammad Ali Of Africa) > Shadow And Act » Trailer

Trailer: “Zoom Zoom – The Professor” (The Muhammad Ali Of Africa)

Check out the trailer for Zoom Zoom – The Professor, an upcoming documentary from London-born, Ghana-raised & now Atlanta-based filmmaker Sam Kessie, about former Ghanaian world-championship boxer, Azumah Nelson, aka The Professor!

Also referred to as “the Muhammad Ali of Africa,” with a career that spanned 19 years, Nelson enjoyed a professional record of 39 wins, 6 losses and 2 draws, with 28 knockout wins, making him something of a hero in his native Ghana. He was selected to the International Boxing Hall of Fame on January 8, 2004. He is also a member of the World Boxing Hall of Fame. More on Nelson and the project HERE.

The film should begin touring the film festival circuit soon. You’ll know when I know.

 

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Global Connections:
Sam Kessie

If you do not know that there is an exploding African film industry that is second to Bollywood & tops Hollywood in the number of films produced every year, then you need to get out from under your local rock & get a little more global. While there is huge buzz around African films being made by African filmmakers on the continent, there is a new generation of Africans making films who are following in the footsteps of great internationally renown filmmakers from Africa like Haile Gerimawriter, producer & director of the award winning internationally acclaimed  film Sankofa.

These new generation filmmakers are western trained & often western born filmmakers who have taken on the mantle of telling the stories of Africa & Africans from history, to drama, to documentaries, to animation & even sci-fi thrillers. There is a long history of African filmmaking in all genres that seems to be forgotten in an era where Nollywood’s straight to DVD soap opera style stories are driving what the world considers the African film industry. These new young filmmakers refuse to be pigeonholed & are creating for the type of big box office success that brings the experience of  going to the theater back to Africa & to the rest of the world by sharing their unique perspective through their global fusion.

One of these new generation global African filmmakers is Sam Kessie, a London born,Ghana raised & now Atlanta residing writer/director/producer/set designer and all around film creator, who has done it all from the bottom up into an award winning filmmaker taking on the daunting & epic task of telling the story of one of Africa’s sports heroes,Azumah Nelson AKA The Professor! After football, most African nations are extremely passionate to the depths of their soul about boxing & no African nation has cultivated Africa’s globally historic standing in the world of boxing more than Ghana,West Africa & its main boxing hub town of Bukom- home of the Muhammad Ali of not just Ghana but of  the entire continent of Africa- home of the man who is affectionately known as “Zoom Zoom- The Professor”.

Sam Kessie has courageously put on the boxing gloves to a golden globes championship as the sole woman amongst giant men producing the  documentary film “Zoom Zoom -The Professor”, covering the historical career & rise of a young man from the boisterously tough quaint fishing town of Bukom, located in Ghana’s capital of Accra. Azumah Nelson put African boxing on the map KO after KO & became an international superstar with an entire continent behind him as he became the only African to have ever been inducted into the World Boxing Hall of Fame. In yet another black star move to be the first in setting their own standards & paving their own paths, Sam Kessie who has been chosen to be part of National Geographic’s “2011 Women Hold Up The Sky Series”  featuring films by trailblazing female filmmakers, has added an educational element to the documentary entitled Zum Zum: The Career of Azumah Nelson, which is being toured nationally in places like the National Geographic Center in Washington, DC on April 2,2011, to educate the world about the life of Azumah Nelson beyond boxing.

Azumah Nelson holds his title of “The Professor” to heart as he has made it his life’s mission to educate the children of  the black star nation of Ghana, West Africa. The Azumah documentary project started as a piece to help bring awareness to the Azumah Nelson Foundation in conjunction with his children’s book to raise 23 million dollars(USD) to build an educational sports complex for underprivileged children in Akuse, Ghana. This entire documentary project came together with the aid of Geodrill showing that corporations & artists can work together toward the betterment  & social responsibility in supporting, preserving & serving the culture of a nation, along with fans & supporters donating time, money, footage, music & whatever they could to bring the story to life about a man who is bigger than life to most Africans, whom he has inspired not only through his globally recognized accomplishments, but also through his compassion & dedication to continue to give back to his nation & to Africa as a whole. Today hip-hop artists from Africa name check him in their rap songs & young boxers from Bukom like Joshua Clottey who has garnered international fame, fight in his name  & shadow because he paved the path to respecting the strength, power & intelligence of the African fighter. This deeply rooted love for Azumah Nelson is what brought Sam Kessie back to Ghana as a modern day griot utilizing the medium of film to continue to tell & pass down the stories of Africa’s greatness to the next generation.

I hope this leads to distribution for him in the future, but this being for such an honorable non-profit cause, I hope it gets a chance to circulate around, hopefully in the festival circuit. I hope people who normally wouldn’t consider watching a boxing story of a young man from a little coastal African nation who believed his destiny was to become a King amongst Kings fulfilling his destiny beyond anyone’s expectations as he rose amongst the greatest, would get the opportunity to do so.” Sam Kessie

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Movie maker Sam Kessie

talks about her Zoom Zoom documentary

 

>via: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8bekjKYt1Q

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INFO: Happy Birthday Ghana - March 6th

Independence Day Celebration in Pictures

 

Today, this great country turned 54. In country years, it is still a young one. My dreams for this country are big. It is the only one I know and can call my own. May this flag ever fly high.
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Our president disappointed me with his famous "mind your own business" statement. He forgot what our first president said: "The Independence of Ghana is meaningless unless it is linked up to the total liberation of Africa" - Dr. Kwame Nkrumah (6th March,1957). For a moment, I felt like we have stepped back in time. Ivory Coast's crisis is our crisis... and we must become part of the solution and not the problem. Ghana's aloofness is a sin of omission. No, I don't think war is the solution.
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This NDC fanatic waved his flag so hard, the wind ripped it. You can see part of it in the sky. In deed, "Ghana shall not die". I think Akuffo Addo must apologize for his immature "all die be die" rant. No one's going to die for him to become president. Now, the boring NDC have somewhere unnecessary to channel their energy. Just because Ghana isn't dying doesn't mean she's doing great. The teachers will get you guys :)
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It was nice watching these guys march in their uniforms and white gloves. I wonder who got the contract to make all those uniforms for all of them? Next time, I'd want to supply them with those white gloves they wear. I'm sure the budget was huge. The white semi-circular blur you see is actually gloves.54th Independence day celebration
This is one of the many groups who came to perform. They did a harvest dance from the Volta Region. The girls all put pillows in their butt to make it bigger for the dance. I thought it was indecent to show you those pictures. But are Ghanaian men that crazy about big butts? Don't they consider them as impediments? Anyway, I deviate. But don't you think, by letting these girls put pillows in their pants to exaggerate the sizes of their butts, we are telling them "Big Butt Good, Small Butt Bad?"
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Before you feel pity for the poor kid on the stretcher, I will show you a trick from back in the day. Whenever you get hungry at these national events, just fake a faint and the red cross will give you free glucose and milk and sometimes, you even get a full meal. So now you know the trick :)
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Obviously, not everybody was keen on watching Uncle Atta perform. The bored put up their own show. These boys have skills. Nobody my generation, who grew up in Ghana knows how to skate. As far as we are concerned, skating is white people's game.
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Somebody somewhere in Accra has got the Gucci dealership. If you need high quality Gucci sandals for the price of peanuts, you know who to call dontcha?54th Independence day celebration
Ghanaians often put Nkrumah and Bob Marley on the same page. I'm yet to decide if they go together. Do you think they do?

Well, I couldn't hang around for very long as I had to go to church. I wonder if my fellow pressmen got their "soli". Please, don't ask me what that means. This final image has nothing to do with pressmen.
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I wish you all the best and do have a great week :)

 

 

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Your Take: The Bridge Between Ghana and Black America

As Ghana celebrates its independence from colonial rule 54 years ago, its vice president takes time to note the link between his country's liberation struggle and the U.S. civil rights movement.

Marian Anderson, Ralph Bunche, W. Averell Harriman and Kwame Nkrumah (Hulton Archive)

At the stroke of midnight on March 6, 1957, as the new day began, so, too, began a new nation. It was the moment at which the Union Jack was replaced with a flag of red, gold and green with a distinctive black star at is center. The British-ruled Gold Coast was now a self-ruled country, Ghana -- the first sub-Saharan nation to claim its independence from colonialism.

It was a historic event, heralded as the force that urged other sub-Saharan African nations forward in their quests for liberation. What is not as widely discussed is the impact that Ghana's independence also had on America's civil rights movement, or the impact that black America had on Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, the man who would ultimately lead his country to freedom.

Most African intellectuals of that era completed their tertiary and postgraduate education in Europe. It was customary, if not expected. Ever the visionary, Nkrumah set his sights on America. He enrolled in Lincoln University, which has the distinction of being one of America's oldest historically black colleges. There he studied economics, sociology and theology; he also received an informal education in the politics of race and the plight of black people in America.

When Nkrumah was not in school in Philadelphia, he lived in Harlem, N.Y., where he earned a meager living by working such odd jobs as selling fish on the streets and waiting tables on merchant ships. Nkrumah frequented black churches in Harlem and Philadelphia. He aligned himself with black political organizations such as the NAACP, where he met and began working with the scholar W.E.B. Du Bois, who quickly became a mentor to Nkrumah.

Upon completing his studies at Lincoln University, Nkrumah attended the University of Pennsylvania, where he earned master's degrees in education and philosophy. It was there that an already politicized Kwame Nkrumah began to shape his ideas of Pan-Africanism as well as his vision for a liberated and unified continent, a place to which all people of African descent in the Diaspora could return, and a place they could consider home.

Marcus Garvey, the Jamaican activist who advocated black self-reliance in the United States, was another instrumental figure in Nkrumah's life and education. "But I think," Nkrumah noted in his autobiography, "that of all the literature that I studied, the book that did more than any other to fire my enthusiasm was Philosophy and Opinions of Marcus Garvey. Garvey, with his philosophy of 'Africa for Africans' and his 'Back to Africa' movement, did much to inspire the Negroes of America in the 1920s."

During Nkrumah's time at the University of Pennsylvania, he helped to establish its African-studies section. He also established the African Students Association of America and Canada, and served as its first president.

Given all this, it is no wonder that some of the most notable black people in American history were present to witness the moment of Ghana's independence: U.N. Undersecretary for Special Political Affairs Ralph Bunche, also a Nobel Peace Prize recipient; Sen. Charles Diggs; Rep. Adam Clayton Powell Jr.; Mordecai Johnson, the first black president of Howard University; international labor activist Maida Springer; Horace Mann Bond, the first black president of Lincoln University and the father of Julian Bond; Martin Luther King Jr. and Coretta Scott King; and Lucille Armstrong, representing her husband, Louis, who could not attend.

Also present was then-Vice President Richard Nixon. A rather telling story has been written numerous times of how Nixon approached a group of black people whom he assumed to be Ghanaians and asked, "How does it feel to be free?"

"We wouldn't know," they responded. "We're from Alabama." Their response only emphasized a remark made to the vice president by Dr. King at a reception that was held two days prior to independence. It was the first time the two had ever met. "I want you to come visit us down in Alabama," King said, "where we are seeking the same kind of freedom the Gold Coast is celebrating."

The repeated reference to Alabama and freedom was especially poignant because Ghana's independence occurred virtually on the heels of a major civil rights victory there: the Montgomery Bus Boycott. The yearlong boycott began on Dec. 1, 1955, when Rosa Parks refused to get up and give her seat on a bus to a white person, and effectively ended in November of 1956, when the U.S. Supreme Court issued a ruling in which it was declared that the laws of segregation on buses were unconstitutional.

In his book African Americans in Ghana: Black Expatriates and the Civil Rights Era, author Kevin Kelly Gaines writes that "The fulfillment of Ghanaian and African demands for national independence informed many African Americans' struggles for equal citizenship."

During a radio interview that King gave while still in Accra, he said of Ghana's independence: "It renews my conviction in the ultimate triumph of justice. And it seems to me that this is fit testimony to the fact that eventually the forces of justice triumph in the universe, and somehow the universe itself is on the side of freedom and justice. So that this gives new hope to me in the struggle for freedom."

Ghana's close relationship with black America, which was forged by Nkrumah, has continued. Du Bois, who was not at the independence celebrations because the U.S. government refused to issue him a visa, moved to Ghana in 1961 and spent his remaining years here.

The list of African Americans who have called Ghana home is long and includes such people as poet Dr. Maya Angelou, writer and Pan-Africanist George Padmore, writer Julian Mayfield and lawyer-author the Rev. Dr. Pauli Murray. In 2001 Ghana's parliament passed "the Right to Abode"; it is legislation that affords any individual of African descent the ability to live and work here indefinitely. Ghana is the first African country to make such an overture to people in the Diaspora.

"Africa's future is up to Africans," U.S. President Barack Obama said when he addressed Ghana's parliament in July 2009. "The people of Africa are ready to claim that future. And in my country, African Americans -- including so many recent immigrants -- have thrived in every sector of society. We've done so despite a difficult past, and we've drawn strength from our African heritage."

As Obama spoke, I couldn't help thinking how fitting it was for the first black president of America to have chosen Ghana as the destination of his first official visit to Africa. It was a wonderful tribute to a long-standing and important relationship that has defined our mutual destinies.

John Dramani Mahama, vice president of Ghana, is writing a nonfiction book about Africa.

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CHIEF ALFRED SAM (ca. 1881- ? )

Alfred C. "Chief" Sam inspired hundreds of African American Oklahomans to follow him back to their "ancestral home," Africa. Expounding the virtues of Africa's Gold Coast with tales of diamonds lying on the ground after a rain, trees that produced bread, and sugar cane as large as stove pipes, Sam, who claimed to be an African chief, sold passage to Africa in large, camp-style meetings throughout Oklahoma in 1913. By purchasing twenty-five dollars worth of stock from Sam's Akim Trading Company, an African American could retain passage for the whole family to the Gold Coast of Africa. Sam claimed he had access to land that the group could colonize.

Hundreds of Oklahoma families not only purchased the stock but sold their possessions to take the trip. Governmental agencies from Oklahoma, the United States, and England discouraged the enterprise, and most African Americans newspapers attacked the chief and his scheme. Nevertheless, the adherents could not be swayed. One of the leaders in Sam's movement published the African Pioneer, at the All-Black town of Boley, to champion and defend the venture.

Chief Sam raised enough money to purchase the Liberia, an old, iron-hulled, screw-type German steamer, in New York. While Sam traveled there to purchase the vessel and have it repaired in Portland, Maine, close to six hundred Oklahoma blacks established camps near Weleetka. There they prepared for the trek to Galveston to meet the ship. Unfortunately, the residents of these "Gold Coast camps" had to endure a cold Oklahoma winter while Chief Sam ran into economic and legal delays. Many left Oklahoma and joined hundreds of other Sam followers in Galveston to await passage. In June 1914 the Liberia arrived in Galveston. On August 20, 1914, sixty delegates chosen for the first trip sailed with Chief Sam.

After a stopover at Bridgetown, Barbados, the ship traveled on to Mayo Island. Before it left the island, British authorities detained it and rerouted it to Sierra Leone. There they investigated Sam and verified the vessel's ownership. This delay lasted forty-five days, during which Sam's contingent used up most of their provisions. When the group finally reached the Gold Coast, they were warmly welcomed. However, Africa and its culture confounded the immigrants. Many of them suffered and perished from sickness, others were discouraged by the primitive agriculture, and all believed they had been misled. The tribe or powerful families controlled the land and prohibited American ownership. Many of Sam's followers left and found work in the larger cities or migrated to Liberia. Eventually, a number of the travelers made it back to Oklahoma. Chief Sam's back-to-Africa movementconsisted of this one, ill-fated trip. Sam moved to Liberia and spent the rest of his life as a cocoa buyer.

SEE ALSO: AFRICAN AMERICAN EXODUS TO CANADAAFRICAN AMERICAN EXODUS TO MEXICOAFRICAN AMERICAN NEWSPAPERS,AFRICAN AMERICANSBACK-TO-AFRICA MOVEMENTSBOLEY,SEGREGATIONSENATE BILL NUMBER ONE

BIBLIOGRAPHY: William E. Bittle and Gilbert Geis, The Longest Way Home: Chief Alfred Sam's Back-to-Africa Movement (Detroit, Mich.: Wayne State University Press, 1964). J. P. Owens, Clearview, (Okemah, Okla.: J. P. Owens, 1995).

Larry O'Dell

© Oklahoma Historical Society

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March 6

At is late already, but today is March 6: Ghana Independence Day.

Dutch rapper Kno’Ledge Cesare pays tribute in this video shot in Accra.

  on Mar 6, 2011

2011 Music Video by Kno´Ledge Cesare ft. Valerie & UNOM performing Hell At Home. The Song is from the underground EP The Surge and is produced by Nemesis. Video editen by Syndrum productions.

Download song here: http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/knoledge-cesare/id343448559

Follow Kno´Ledge on twitter because why not: @TheSoulRebels
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CORRECTION: Walter Dean Myers Is Very Much Alive and Writing

Correction: Walter Dean Myers is Very Much Alive and Writing

 

 

 

Earlier I put up that Mr. Myers had died that was an unfortunate error on my part. I now understand how newspapers make egregious remarks. I simply asked the Dean family forgiveness of my misreading of a headline and story.

It began as a competition between sixth-grader Jailen Swinney and a friend: Who could read a book faster?

But after finishing Walter Dean Myers’ “Monster,” a classic young adult novel about a teen on trial for being an accomplice to murder, Swinney had done more than win a race. She had discovered a book whose characters had similar experiences to people she knew.

“It opened my eyes,” Swinney says. “It relates to many people and their families, friends who go through that with their family members.”

Some fellow sixth-graders at The Harlem Children’s Zone Promise Academy, a charter school in Manhattan, are also Myers fans. Devon Johnson likes “Slam,” calling it “a real world situation” about a basketball guard living in a harsh neighborhood. Elijah Blades has read “Game,” the story of a high schooler conflicted between sports and academics.

“It talked about stuff I wanted to know, like basketball, what’s going on in the streets these days and how hard it is to get into college,” says Blades, seated with his schoolmates at a small table in the school’s library.

Among the kids at the Promise Academy and around the country, Walter Dean Myers is a must-read whose books have sold millions of copies and have a special appeal for the toughest of people to reach, boys. He is able, like few writers, to relate to his readers as they live today.

And he is old enough to be their grandfather.

Myers, 73, has written dozens of novels, plays and biographies. He has received three National Book Award nominations and won many prizes, including a lifetime achievement honor from the American Library Association and five Coretta Scott King awards for African-American fiction. He is also the most engaged of writers, spending hours with young people at schools, libraries and prisons, giving talks and advice on life and work, his own rise from high-school dropout to best-selling author, a story that translates across generations.

“I had an advantage in that I lived through all this stuff and have been able to think about it and to consider it. Why did I go in one direction, while these kids may or may not go in that direction,” the tall, soft-spoken Myers, a resident of Jersey City, N.J., said during an earlier interview at a nearby Harlem library he visited often as a child, where the biggest change apparently is that the stairs seem steeper.

Myers’ books are usually narrated by teenagers trying to make right choices when the wrong ones are so much more available. They’re the 17-year-old hiding from the police in “Dope Sick,” or the boarding school student in “The Beast” who learns his girlfriend is hooked on drugs. He is careful not to make judgments, and in “Monster,” even leaves doubt over whether the narrator committed the crime.

“He does a great job of engaging teens because he writes about things they want to read about, whether it’s going off to war or surviving the streets,” says Kimberly Patton, president of the Young Adult Library Services Association and a librarian for teens at the Kansas City Public Library in Kansas City, Mo. “He doesn’t talk down to teens. He always reaches teens on their level.”

Kids love to check his work out from libraries, but libraries don’t always carry his books. “Fallen Angels,” a million-selling novel about a Vietnam soldier, appears occasionally on the American Library Association’s annual list of books most criticized by parents and other members of the community. School districts in Indiana, Kansas and Mississippi have banned “Fallen Angels” for everything from violence to explicit language.

“I think it’s silly. People don’t understand that by withholding information from people, you hurt them. You’re not protecting them,” Myers says.

“I think people don’t want books depicting black life, unless it’s a certain kind. For example, you can have a young black kid who is very sassy and that’s fine, especially if he’s being raised by white people. But if you have a relationship in which there are black people, black youngsters who are unsure of themselves who use language in a certain way, curse a lot, they will ban it in a heartbeat.”

One of five siblings, he was born Walter Milton Myers in Martinsburg, W.Va., in 1937. His mother died when he was 18 months old and Walter was sent up to Harlem and raised in a foster home by Herbert (a janitor) and Florence Dean (a cleaning woman and factory worker). In honor of his foster parents, he writes under the name Walter Dean Myers.

As he notes in his memoir, “Bad Boy,” published in 2001, Myers had many identities growing up: athlete, reader, fighter, outcast. Nearly 5 feet tall by age 8 and 6 feet at age 12, he was a neighborhood star of the basketball court and stoop-ball games. But he also had a speech impediment so severe that classmates would laugh at him and Myers would lash out in return. He was often in fights, subjected to disciplinary beatings and was occasionally in trouble with the law, such as the time he and some friends sneaked into an empty city bus and drove off. At home, though, he was a different person, happy to read for hours.

“There were two very distinct voices going on in my head and I moved easily between them,” Myers writes in his memoir. “One had to do with sports, street life and establishing myself as a male. … The other voice, the one I had from my street friends and teammates, was increasingly dealing with the vocabulary of literature.”

Myers was gifted enough to be accepted to one of Manhattan’s best public schools, Stuyvesant, and unsteady enough to drop out. His family had little money and had to support his foster dad’s father, unable to live on his own. Too poor to afford proper clothes, too shy to get on with his classmates, unable to keep up with the work, Myers began skipping school for weeks at a time and never graduated.

“I know what falling off the cliff means,” he says. “I know from being considered a very bright kid to being considered like a moron and dropping out of school.”

He joined the army at age 17 and served three years, “numbing years,” he called them, “years of non-growing.” When he got out, he tried just about anything. He was a factory worker, a messenger on Wall Street and an employee at a construction site, where a peer’s lewd remarks about a young woman walking by so disgusted Myers he decided to quit and take up writing. He contributed to Alfred Hitchcock’s mystery magazine and numerous sports publications. When his half- brother Wayne was killed in Vietnam, he wrote a tribute for Essence magazine.

Myers managed to get poetry and short fiction published in literary journals and men’s magazines and joined the Harlem Writers Guild, an organization of black writers. His first book – “Where Does the Day Go?” – was published in 1969 after he won a contest for children’s literature by people of color.

He had loved reading for much of his life, from Mark Twain to comics to Norwegian fairy tales, but only as an adult did he find books that had people like himself in them. A turning point was James Baldwin’s “Sonny Blues,” a short story with the kind of setting Myers would use often in his work: a Harlem teacher who worries about the futures of his students, including the title character, a heroin addict.

“Books transmit values,” Myers says. “And if you’re not in the books, what does that tell you? That tells you you’re no longer valuable.

“There was a time I was no longer going to be black. I was going to be an `intellectual.’ When I was first looking around for colleges, thinking of colleges I couldn’t afford to go to, I was thinking of being a philosopher. I began to understand then that much of my feelings about race were negative.

“The kids I speak with, they don’t like themselves, they become defensive. What they see is …`real life is snappy answers. Everybody has a job. The house is never dirty and my life is a misery.’ What’s different about it? They come to the conclusion that at least part of it is because they’re black, or because they’re Latino.”

Myers vowed he would write books he wished had been around when he was young. He not only places much of his work in Harlem, but carefully identifies the streets and schools and names of the stores. The plots are often inspired by what he hears when visiting schools and prisons.

“Lockdown,” a National Book Award finalist last year, began after Myers met a kid who was afraid to get out of jail because he would only get in trouble again. For “Monster,” he remembered a boy who would talk about the crimes he committed in the third person, as if someone else had committed them.

“Then I found out that all the guys could do that. They could separate themselves from their crimes,” Myers says. “We come up with strategies for dealing with our lives and my strategy might be different because my life has been different.”

His newest book, “Kick,” is a unique collaboration with one of his readers. In 2007, Myers received an admiring e-mail from 13-year-old Ross Workman of Westfield, N.J., praising Myers for not sounding “like an adult when you’re writing about kids.”

Myers responded and the two became friendly enough that the author suggested that he and Ross collaborate on a novel about a troubled soccer star. Myers was skeptical that a teenager, any teenager, would stay with such a project, but the book was completed and Myers’ publisher, HarperCollins, agreed to release it.

“I can’t thank you enough for what you have done and taught me,” Ross wrote to Myers.

Walter Dean Myers Bibliography

Source: Washington Post