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editorial
KHADIJA TRACEY HEEGER
Redefined
GEORGE LEWIS
New Music Decolonization in Eight Difficult Steps
GIORGIO AGAMBEN
The Supreme Music. Music and Politics
Theme Social Impact
SAIDIYA HARTMAN
Riot and Refrain
THOMAS BERNHARD
Executioners
WILLEMIEN FRONEMAN & STEPHANUS MULLER
Music’s “non-Political Neutrality”: When race dare not speak its name
STEVEN ROBINS
Spectres of Racial Science at Stellenbosch University: From Eugen Fischer’s Eugenics to the Department of Sport Sciences’ Retracted Article
MOHAMMAD SHABANGU
Education as the Practice of Freedom: Towards a Decolonisation of Desire
CHUMANI MAXWELE
The Solitary Protest That Gave Birth To #RhodesMustFall
SISCA JULIUS
Chappies bubblegum
EMILE YX? JANSEN
Heal the Hood & World with Afrocation
MESULI NALE
Move For Two: Educating for Leadership Through Dance
SARAH MALOTANE HENKEMAN
On the Social Impact of Telling Your Own Story in Your Own Way
ACHMAT DAVIDS
The Social Impact of Language: The "Coloured" Image of Afrikaans in Nineteenth Century Cape Town
JACKIE SHANDU
On the Social Impact of Self Hatred
AZOLA DAYILE
Imbamba – Uthunyiwe: On the Social Impact of Migrant Labour
YAMKELA F. SPENGANE
On the Social Impact of Name Changes
ANELE NZIMANDE
On the Social Impact of Motherhood
ZIYANA LATEGAN
Problems of and for Philosophy
galleri
JOAN OTIENO
Art as the Social Impact of Repurposing Waste Materials
GARTH ERASMUS
Xnau
GARTH ERASMUS
Virulent Strain
ANDREA ROLFES
Not the Paradise Garden
MZOXOLO VIMBA
Sunday best, kakade!
ROCHÉ VAN TIDDENS
Four Compositions
JAMES OATWAY & ALON SKUY
[BR]OTHER
borborygmus
ZIYANA LATEGAN
Invention as Ideological Reproduction
LETTA MBULU
Not Yet Uhuru (Amakhandela)
TUMI MOGOROSI
De
ANDREA LEIGH FARNHAM
A bad relationship with the truth
DAVID MWAMBARI
On the Social Impact of Reading Radical Literature
PHIWOKAZI QOZA
Choreographies of Protest Performance: 2. Somatic Communication and the experience of intensity
DUANE JETHRO
Shangaan Electro: shaping desire @180bpm
CLARE LOVEDAY
WOMEN IN MUSIC.co.za - A website for South African women music practitioners
ERNIE LARSEN
Escape Routes
LIZ SAVAGE
Myanmar: a post-colonial tale of fear, treachery and hope
STEVEN CRAIG HICKMAN
Weird Literature as Speculative Philosophy
frictions
VANGILE GANTSHO
"we have forgotten who we are"
JETHRO LOUW & GARTH ERASMUS
21st Century Khoisan Man
LUCY VALERIE GRAHAM
Seven settler poems
SERGIO HENRY BEN
Some Monday shit.
RIAAN OPPELT
The Boys in the Box
TRICIA WARDEN
Five Poems Two Songs and a Video
JOHAN VAN WYK
Man Bitch
ARI SITAS, GEORGE & DEBBIE MARI
Cold was the ground - A Requiem for Elephants Too**
ARI SITAS, GEORGE & DEBBIE MARI
Cold Was The Ground- A Requiem For Elephants Too* Part I
ARI SITAS, GEORGE & DEBBIE MARI
Cold was the ground - A Requiem for Elephants Too** Part II
claque
JANNOUS NKULULEKO AUKEMA
Something of Inexplicable Value: A Resurrection
FRANK MEINTJIES
From collective to corrective: South African poems of decolonisation
KNEO MOKGOPA
“This Bloodless Wound” - A Review of Kirsty Steinberg’s Confrontation
RONELDA S. KAMFER
Avoiding the obvious routes: Jolyn Phillips deconstructs the legend of Bientang
UNATHI SLASHA
Partaking in the Séance: Preliminary Remarks on Lesego Rampolokeng’s Bird-Monk Seding
WAMUWI MBAO
There are no barbarians: Michel Leiris - more phantom than Africa
ESTHER MARIE PAUW
Jess Auerbach's From Water to Wine: Becoming Middle Class in Angola
MBE MBHELE
Not nearly a review of Ontologicial Terror: Blackness, Nihilism, and Emancipation by Calvin L. Warren
MBALI KGAME
Mphutlane wa Bofelo's Transitions: from Post-Colonial Illusions to Decoloniality What went wrong and what now?
MALAIKA WA AZANIA
Why Do I Scream at God for the Rape of Babies?
TOAST COETZER
Country Conquerors: van blikkiesband tot firebrands – on the Social Impact of Rastafari
GEORGE KING
One Disc, Two Composers, Four Works: When Seven Defines the Music of Friendship
ERNESTO GARCIA MARQUES
Live Jimi Presley: white noise a la Neubauten
ekaya
DEREK DAVEY
Dodging the sjambok
CHRISTINE LUCIA
A Reflection on the Mohapeloa Edition
THEMBELA VOKWANA
Towards a Decolonial South African Musicology: Reflections on Christine Lucia’s Michael Mosoeu Moerane Scholarly Edition.
ANKE FROEHLICH & INGE ENGELBRECHT
Genadendal Music Collections Catalogue: an introduction
off the record
PETER DELPEUT
The Forgotten Evil pilot project digital version
PETER DELPEUT
The Forgotten Evil pilot chapter 5 charisma
PETER DELPEUT
The Forgotten Evil pilot chapter 9 The Forest of Astravas
PETER DELPEUT
The Forgotten Evil, pilot chapter 11 character
LOUIS CHUDE-SOKEI
When Echoes Return: roots, diaspora and possible Africas (a eulogy)
VEIT ERLMANN
The Disappearance of Otherness: ‘Africa Civilised, Africa Uncivilised’: Local Culture, World System and South African Music
IGNATIA MADALANE
From Paul to Penny: The Emergence and Development of Tsonga Disco (1985-1990s)
NIKLAS ZIMMER
Basil Breakey: Jazz contacts, Jazz culture.
OLIVIER LEDURE
Ted Joans
SAM MATHE
NDIKHO DOUGLAS XABA
CAN THEMBA
The Bottom of the Bottle
DANFORD TAFADZWA CHIBVONGODZE
Jonah Sithole’s Sabhuku
feedback
ALEXANDRA DODD
herri: a plenitude of material, ideas, sounds and voices
FACEBOOK FEEDBACK
Social Media Responses to herri issues 1 - 4
the selektah
ZARA JULIUS
A call for renewed internationalism: A sonic liberation front
PhD
DECENTERING THE ARCHIVE:
Visual Fabrications of Sonic Memories
NICOLA DEANE
FRAGMENTS By Way of Introduction
NICOLA DEANE
PASSAGE I: SURFACES A Surface Reading of the DOMUS Archive: framing space & time
NICOLA DEANE
PASSAGE II: INVAGINATION A Subjective Fold of the DOMUS Archive: a pocket of one’s own
NICOLA DEANE
PASSAGE III: NOISE A Hauntological Reconstruction of the DOMUS Archive: the noise remains
NICOLA DEANE
PASSAGE IV: THE MASK (De)Scripting the DOMUS Archive as Faceless Protagonist
NICOLA DEANE
ELISABETH UNMASKED by Nicola Deane
NICOLA DEANE
CONCLUSION Irresolution
hotlynx
shopping
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KOLEKA PUTUMA
Black Girl Live
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SERGIO HENRY BEN

Some Monday shit.

Good morning. How about we just start with morning. The good is delayed. Peak traffic. Sometimes you need to sit down, light a cigarette and start the story with “Let me tell you why sometimes I don’t like Mondays.” Talk to the air. Say it out loud to the patient paper. To a cup of coffee quietly waiting its turn to help. Or a teacup of bourbon. Sip. Puff. Sip. Puff. Sip. And sometimes you need to let the ash fall on the tablecloth, because your story, why a Monday hurts, is impatient to hit the stage and tell the truth that “Once upon a time” is not a once-off performance. The truth is that “Once upon a time” is not for the afflicted, for those who live too close to Life’s thoughtless cruelty. Because sometimes on a Monday, usually first thing, you need to convince yourself that you need to be okay with some shit. Shit out of your control.

Shit you created in innocent genesis and shit you gave birth in the malicious hell upstairs of your neck. Shit as immutable as the fucking sun. And sometimes you need to suffer like the sun and patiently wait for the 5 million years to tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-fucking-tock to its explosive flamboyant finish; to finally rest in a room of blessed darkness free of a fucking shit obligation to set yourself alight so others can stay warm. Fuck that shit. Yeah, sometimes on a Monday, you need to drop anchor at those coordinates. And let me tell you, Fuck That Shit has a fucking beautiful beach.

Sometimes on a Monday, you need to let the dishes pile up because you’re too busy digging for courage in your arse, polishing it and convincing yourself, “This is something I can work with!” and immediately start paying the premiums on such risky investment. Sometimes on a Monday, you need to pack your bags and board your flight to Nostalgia and check in at 5-star memories. Don’t worry, the front desk already knows it will be a late check-out. And on such days, you need to let the body rot so the soul may grow and flourish and stand tall and yield fruit of such aching perfection …  you cry tears of love … love you had thought forever lost. And on such days, comes the wisdom that such unconditional love is not gone from this world. It’s just endangered and in hiding from another’s ma se poes genocide! Because sometimes on a Monday, you’re sitting in Life’s departure lounge and wonder how in the good fuck did you get there. Sometimes on a Monday, things get a little bit, um…, whatever. And that’s fine. Sometimes on a Monday, allow the infection sitting on your chest to come for air and allow it to say what the fuck it needs to say. “Please, help me.” “Please, take that hour-long drive, bang on my door and hug the ever-loving shit out of me.” “Please, I desperately want to hear I am loved and that the criminal record bullied on to me doesn’t matter.” Sometimes on a Monday, the meal is not over until you hate yourself. Sometimes on a Monday, family and friends robe and style you in a fabulous backless, strapless  gown from celebrated couturist, Envy. So stand on that red carpet and as you must yet again explain your life, give them some face over the shoulder. Feed them until near bursting. Sometimes on a Monday, you need to lose your fucking shit. Sometimes a Monday is International Apology-Free Day – a whole 24 hours of walking barefoot and not giving a fuck about dirty untidy hair. A day to get out of that fucking wheelchair you style as some throne of despair while waiting for an apology you are never ever gonna get. Sometimes on a Monday, you need to undulate, move those snake hips and tempt your murder to manifest, to be on time, because getting repeatedly knifed by Life is preferable to the years-long strangle.

Sometimes on a Monday you need to cum and cum … bitch, you need to cum over and over until the hurt stops hurting. Sometimes on a Monday, you realise that Evil is real. Evil is a proper medical diagnosis. Evil is like the flu. We all get it now and again.

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