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The night Moses died I was high on the smell of Jo’burg and the way the air, even when it was blasting through the flared nostrils of the Audi, was warm and sticky ” – Nicole Turner

Does life begin at 40? That’s the time signature Moses Taiwa Molelekwa would have reached on Wednesday, 17th April 2013. We play out with poems, prayers and tributes composed in his honour/memory.
The night Moses died, Nicole Turner was high on the smell of Jo’burg, sleeking through the night city to feed her sense of adventure
Yvonne Owuor takes a pilgrimage to Kin La Belle and finds a language born out of music and spoken in microtones.

The collective improvisations of black America – and their profound impact on poetry and sound – are impossible to find. Faced with an absence as stark as control of archiving is white, Harmony Holiday calls for an Archive of AfroSonics.
Gwen Ansell and Salim Washington read unconventional saxophonist, composer and generous collaborator Fred Ho’s revolutionary life, language and hard-ass leadership as a jazz suite in the key of red.
To Be or Not To Bop? Hip cat to the max, Amiri Baraka waxes poetic on the revolutionary language and theoretics of Be-Bop

 

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Anti-Art

In the multidisciplinary lifework of Bebson Elemba, Ellionore Bellio discovers an anti-art of Kongofuturism that rewires the language of the post-colonial present to redream the future.

Preview the future sound of Congo-present as played by his mad music-making machines.

 

 

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Sound words

More Brilliant Than the Sun? Kodwo Eshun travels off the page to discusses the deep ties binding words and music in ten paragraphs of music criticism.

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Review

Gwen Ansell unchains the art of words and music, fiction and autobiography, subversion and submersion through an epistolary review or two books that operate at the limits of language and song.

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Sound, words & video

Bajove Dokotela! Let the good Dr [Philip Tabane] inject you. Three ways; music, words, video.