Creativity is non-acceptance, wonder, rebellion
On my last day in Marrakech, I went to a cultural space to the south of the Medina. There was Saharan music at 7pm, and I got there just before and ordered some food. The sun was setting, so I went up to the roof and took photos. A woman was on another nearby roof... Continue Reading →
A poetic appeal by Frelimo (Mozambique Liberation Front) for support in its liberation struggle, 1973. Brother from the West (How can we explain that you are our brother?) the world does not end at the threshold of your house nor at the stream which marks the border of your country nor in the sea in... Continue Reading →
Between your people and my people there is a dot and a dash: the dash says you can't pass, the dot says the road is closed. And like that, between all the peoples: dot dash dot dash. With so many dots and dashes, the map is a telegram. Walking about the world one sees rivers... Continue Reading →
resistance words 