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Contents
editorial
DON LETTS & SINÉAD O’CONNOR
Trouble of the World
MOEMEDI KEPADISA
A useful study in Democracy
FRED HO
Why Music Must Be Revolutionary – and How It Can Be
LOUIS CHUDE-SOKEI
Walking With Sound: Race and the Prosthetic Ear
Theme Lefifi Tladi
NUNU NGEMA
A Portrait of Ntate Lefifi Victor Tladi
MASELLO MOTANA
Tladi Lefifing!
SHEBA LO
Munti wa Marumo (Return to the source): Lefifi Tladi’s Cultural Contributions to the Struggle 1970-1980
SHANNEN HILL
CREATING CONSCIOUSNESS - Black Art in 1970s South Africa
EUGENE SKEEF
Convergence at the OASIS
LEFIFI TLADI
One More Poem For Brother Dudu Pukwana
DAVE MARKS
Liner Notes
PONE MASHIANGWAKO
My Journey with Mammoths: Motlhabane Mashiangwako and Lefifi Tladi.
GEOFF MPHAKATI & ARYAN KAGANOF
Giant Steps
ES’KIA MPHAHLELE
Renaming South Africa
LERATORATO KUZWAYO
Boitemogelo - Definitions of consciousness draped in Blackness
BRIDGET THOMPSON
Piecing Together Our Humanity and Consciousness, Through Art, Life and Nature: Some thoughts about friendship with the artist, musician and wordsmith: Lefifi Tladi
LEFIFI TLADI with REZA KHOTA & HLUBI VAKALISA
Water Diviner
PALESA MOKWENA
Bra Si and Bra Victor: The Black Consciousness Artists Motlhabane Mashiangwako & Lefifi Tladi
FRÉDÉRIC IRIARTE
Proverbs
ARYAN KAGANOF
Lefifi Tladi – The Score
DAVID LOCKE
Simultaneous Multidimensionality in African Music: Musical Cubism
MORRIS LEGOABE
A Portrait of Motlhabane Simon Mashiangwako, Mamelodi, 1978
ZIM NGQAWANA & LEFIFI TLADI
Duet of the Seraphim
PERFECT HLONGWANE
Voices in the Wilderness: A Trans-Atlantic Conversation with LEFIFI TLADI
LEFIFI TLADI with JOHNNY MBIZO DYANI & THABO MASHISHI
Toro for Bra Geoff
LEKGETHO JAMES MAKOLA
Facebook Post May 24 2023
KOLODI SENONG
Darkness After Light: Portraits of Lefifi Tladi
LEFIFI TLADI
The African Isness of Colour
EUGENE SKEEF
A Portrait of Lefifi Tladi, an Alchemist Illuminating Consciousness, London, 1980s.
galleri
BELKIS AYÓN
intitulada
LIZE VAN ROBBROECK & STELLA VILJOEN
Corpus of Ecstasy: Zanele Muholi at Southern Guild
BADABEAM BADABOOM
Excerpts from the genius cult book of black arts
PETKO IORDANOV
African Wedding (super8mm 9fps)
ANTHONY MUISYO
folk tales and traditions, the algorithm, ancient history and the city of Nairobi
NHLANHLA DHLAMINI
How to Fight the Robot Army and Win?
DZATA: THE INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGICAL CONSCIOUSNESS
A Repository of Thought
borborygmus
AMOGELANG MALEDU
Colonial collections as archival remnants of reclamation and (re)appropriation: reimagining the silenced Isigubu through Gqom
MALAIKA MAHLATSI
Townships were never designed for family recreation
BONGANI TAU
Can I get a witness: sense-less obsessions, brandism, and boundaries by design
SALIM WASHINGTON
The Unveiling
DYLAN VALLEY
Benjamin Jephta: “Born Coloured, Not Born Free”
EUGENE THACKER
Song of Sorrow
STANLEY ELKIN
The Flamenco Dancer
KEVIN BISMARK COBHAM
Plasticizing Frantz and Malcolm. Ventriloquism. Instrumentalization.
ARTURO DESIMONE
What the Devil do they Mean When they Say “Crystal Clear?’’
frictions
DIANA FERRUS
My naam is Februarie/My name is February
AFURAKAN
8 Poems From Poverty Tastes Like Fart! Ramblings, Side Notes, Whatever!
KHULILE NXUMALO & SIHLE NTULI
The Gcwala Sessions
LESEGO RAMPOLOKENG
Gwala Reloaded
ARI SITAS
Jazz, Bass and Land
ZOE BOSHOFF & SABITHA SATCHI
Love, War and Insurrection - A discussion about poetry with Ari Sitas
RICO VERGOTINE
Botmaskop (Afrikaanse Mistress)
RAPHAEL D’ABDON
kings fools and madwomen (after dario fo and janelle monae)
claque
JIJANA
home is where the hut is - Notes for a future essay on Ayanda Sikade’s Umakhulu
MATTHIJS VAN DIJK
Bow Project 2: Bowscapes – In Memory of Jürgen Bräuninger
PATRICK LEE-THORP
A discourse in the language of the Global North based on the colonial history of copyright itself: Veit Erlmann's Lion’s Share.
PERFECT HLONGWANE
A close reading of Siphiwo Mahala’s Can Themba – The Making and Breaking of an Intellectual Tsotsi: A Biography
RITHULI ORLEYN
The Anatomy of Betrayal: Molaodi wa Sekake’s Meditations from the Gutter
NCEBAKAZI MANZI
Captive herds. Erasing Black Slave experience
KARABO KGOLENG
Chwayita Ngamlana’s If I Stay Right Here: a novel of the digital age
WAMUWI MBAO
Nthikeng Mohlele’s The Discovery of Love: a bloodless collection.
RONELDA KAMFER
The Poetry of Victor Wessels: black, brooding black
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
Ons is gevangenes van dit wat ons liefhet: Magmoed Darwiesj gedigte in Afrikaans
ARYAN KAGANOF
Khadija Heeger's Thicker Than Sorrow – a witnessing.
KYLE ALLAN
Zodwa Mtirara’s Thorn of the Rose
ADDAMMS MUTUTA
Third Cinema, World Cinema and Marxism without a single African Author?
ekaya
NDUDUZO MAKHATHINI
Spirituality in Bheki Mseleku’s Music
ESTHER MARIE PAUW
Africa Open Improvising & AMM-All Stars
STEPHANUS MULLER
An interview with Jürgen Bräuninger and Sazi Dlamini
off the record
TSITSI ELLA JAJI
Charlotte Manye Maxeke: Techniques for Trans-Atlantic Vocal Projection
KGOMOTSO RAMUSHU
Skylarks and Skokiaan Queens: Jazz women as figures of dissent
OLIVIER LEDURE
Some Posters and LP Covers of South African JAZZ Designed by South African Artists
HERMAN LATEGAN
Memories of Sea Point
ANDERS HØG HANSEN
Sixto and Buffy: Two Indigenous North American Musical Journeys
REINBERT DE LEEUW
Sehnsucht
RICK WHITAKER
The Killer in Me
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Thursday 8 December 2022
KEV WRIGHT
Monday 2 January 2023
WILLIAM KELLEHER
Wednesday, 1 February 2023
STEFAN MAYAKOVSKY
Thursday 2 March 2023
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Underground: The Sphere of 2SMan
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INGE ENGELBRECHT
1. Entering the undercommons
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5. Ôs is dai koortjie
INGE ENGELBRECHT
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BADABEAM BADABOOM

Excerpts from the genius cult book of black arts

Artist’s statement:

I’ve been fascinated about what the concept of genius means from an African perspective by exploring current traditions as well as drawing on the insurmountable inspiration that the world of classical and contemporary art continues to image and imagine and merge in the dialogue of visual arts.

Painting, collage, digital art, performance, poetics have been some of the lenses that have equipped me in expanding my relationship to the medium of photography. As a fine art photographer I feel compelled to work with my own transient centre, it’s the visionary perspective axis with which my worldview is perpetually reenacted in transitory character. The illusive camera in parabola is essentially conditional influences, and a relation to the seen and unseen forces at which to paint with light serves as deconstructing the global kinetic self.

For the past 3 years I’ve dedicated my days to compiling thoughts on the art of seeing and photography as an extended medium. This collection of poetic writings on image, thought, intuition eventually developed a body I have titled: “the genius cult book of black arts“. 

It is my desire with guidance from our mentors and curators to develop this project further. These essays aim to focus on poetics and technology, drawing distinct conceptual parallels to the analog/ digital body/ mind with the gaze of a contemporary conceptual frame of a secular spiritual paradigm.

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Learning these current white systems I feel as a black artist I’m on the edge with you. I believe Individuals are a people who can still create themselves. Individuals have the ability to still redefine themselves. Reading current political rhythms, art is performance intelligence adapting to the new, the current paradigms. Life today is adaptive learning it’s not something linear it’s realising past and present critical factors one is not even aware of in real time. I’m more than indoctrinations…. Sometimes I feel like I’m the answer. Sometimes I feel like I’m a freak, destructing in nature, Self creating by nature I’ve learnt to love myself and to be loved, beating the mutherfucking system that makes me, I couldn’t be here with you. I couldn’t be here without you. The body and Mind in space isms. That’s where I wanted to go. Armed with nothing but the pen and a addiction for heights and abyss I chose to dive off the limits of my own mind one day deep. I knew it would take more than just being a black Mind with a book to survive my world in revolt, I had to be more than a myth in my own eyes with a clinical eye of an assassin. History demands it. A revolutionary. Genius certified wonders, is prototype violence working with reason for power. Drugs of a bulletproof league, effervescent are eccentric complexity of ray warriors carried away. The nemesis flame & wand bullets keys traveling through me animated entrained by an outside shade already inside, heaven knows I am the puppet oath and the string of ideas playing with my flaming mind effects stolen from god. Hereditary cult like heat to the womb to be original it starts with origins, tradition gambling with flawless chance, sacred hunting graves with stainless pens as lighters. In raw prisms we are the prisons in our minds ruling our lives with bullets breaching out looking like virgin diamonds in the water, because with diversity there is imagination acting on instrusions new to the mind’s fallible gaze of emotions. I can see an exorcist coming, triumph virtue I need a hybrid. Strong as a puppet. Strong as a republic. Often artists in limbo in transit realms are weird because temperate sanity is a screaming attitude an aptitude in writing on stone. Thought up wild men’s zen, genius of god tao in my diamonds drawn in all the roses itching spirits in my speak bending horizons seen in epiphanies I found you in intertrajectories imagining borders, descriptions. Size of shadow science I match you as wings and the light house. I’m still fired up heating dragons. I am asking for you. Sawing these scarlet letters on these white sheets improvising.

The pen is a soft machine with a burning core.

I spring from the indigenous earth handshaking logistics with nuclear fusion. With so many different versions of the same thing. I have to be very specific in size. As a conceptual artist becoming my thoughts I slow time, separate the space between the eye and the heart. There is no missing the point accuracy is determination unleashing the law of magic. Paradoxically by rule time bends in reading matrix radiating and writing space. In reverse the art of genius is not to see per say in normative terms but in prismatic thought terms. I return to the relative I or the illusive wave lengths by dissolving the “present”as both expression symbiotic of observer in two minds. The self and the self-self. I’ve been sent. Beware, Let me show you, I’ve thought up the keychain. New dimensions of thought began with new dimensions of experiences. Rapture-bility of the senses begins with openness and yet I escaped, revolted, won. Newer, sentient summoning hybrid demons. Forged a hyperlink imploding new ideaspace operational systems frontier occupancy. Be static fusion reactionary reality glitching. Luck is rare, starting out an omniscient hacker. Figuring out how to inject genius levels. The deepest levels of our souls cyberspaces casts illusions, revealing the darkest phases of art and self casting another, fascinated by the apothecary. True Resurrection is vacuum simulations of mirrors in plasma vortex, fractal palaces, sonar skeleton keys to the psychic premises which merge magic-wilderness and ego intellect in robotic becoming, the circumference of my mind.The point an artist becomes their subject genius. Beyond this theatrical margin I enter cultural exile embodiment, a self conscious realm of transcendence from an imbued possession in the normative. From my lips to god’s ears in time nothing is ever free from the fashioning authorship and originality of the human hand. The most powerful tools in virgin minds are not answers but questions. This authorship of rule is powers got me sparking. Art is hack, in singularity of heart one operates its contemporary psychosis absolving overthrowing capitalist apartheid/ colonialists crisis reality with catastrophic systematic culture directionality, explores accordingly the implications velocity that art, & life is experimental activist reprogramming each one of us faced with unrest, undoing the aesthetically infected central finite body/mind extraterritoriality. The age of the reactionary hacker or generative artist in infra-red physiological conditions is an indispensable emancipation machine reconfigured in Africanism as a liberation accelerationism movements. An open mind holds resistance no but itself. Butterflies do scream and birds really do talk, meeting in assembly thoughts resound through my kinetic body like roaring thunder transversing through heaven’s breath and abyss like astral birds in flight moving like winged ghosts on a hypnotic hunt….Alright! Chance breathe… Intrigue deep as the valleys of the solar systems, what blows mind is not the astounding improbability of finding another living planet like our own, earth.The actual miracle chance of existing here now in the cosmos as a particle within that range of possibility officially defines us as the royal impossibles. Truthfully distorted a record raw beauty of ebony creativity the beauty of life when great minds recognize their own Gifts in co existence. Time is diamonds in my hands I want to create. I’m black oppressed and land obscure. I haven’t understood freedom. I haven’t understood treasure and the meaning of treasures until now. Though I am learning about political power, living with inner strength as part of artistry. I will not make art. For everything they rage I will always make madness escaping blindness burning crows for growth.The most beautiful thoughts are always beside the darkest obsessions. I’m breathing and all. 2020

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