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were high hopes for Shinzo Abe, the ousted former Prime Minister
of Japan. When the young wunderkind took over the reigns of
the world's third largest economy from the outgoing Junichiro Koizumi
the popular consensus was that Japan's recent love affair with their
top political men would continue. The largely beloved Koizumi
had ruled with the style and flair many had hoped a younger man
would bring to the leadership of a country that had been stuck in
a seemingly endless succession of aged and flavor-less pencil pushers
manning the top spot. It was thought that Abe, the youngest
man to ever inhabit the position of Prime Minister of Japan, would
continue the generational shift that the beloved Koizumi had sparked.
It was thought that Shinzo Abe would be the One. But somewhere
along the way to deification Little Abe got lost. Mired by
scandal, hubris, incompetence and deaf ears, his administration
never found its way.
The reasons were numbered and seemed to come in rapid succession.
First came the Hubris. Abe, though a Japanese style blue
blood from a dynastic political family, was philosophically removed
from the thinking that prevailed war torn Japan at the end of
the Second World War. Like many younger Japanese also born
far removed from the hardship that gripped the country after WWII,
Abe found it difficult to understand why Japan should mute its
nationalistic impulses and shy from the chest beating joys that
non-economic based jingoistic pride could offer. He channeled
the good will his ascension to the throne proffered him into calls
for Nihon Power and openly questioned self-imposed limitations
on building a strong military presence. He championed the
right of Japan to claim a big stick role on the world stage and
set his sights squarely on revising the pacifist constitution
that then United States General Dwight Eisenhower had foisted
on the country nearly 60 years ago.
The Rebirth of a Mighty Nation motif particularly true in light
of the nation's already integral position in the present global
hierarchy had Japan's neighbors on alert. The nationalist
talk referenced a time when the Japanese brand of Manifest Destiny
swarmed the region and the memories weren't pleasant. More
disturbingly, Abe all but dismissed the existence of Comfort Women--
the thousands of Korean, Chinese and Filipino women that were
forced into sexual slavery during Japan's imperialist era.
His inflammatory comments on the subject ripped the scab off a
festering sore that has poisoned Japans relationship with the
other nations of its region for over six decades. Abe's
clumsy demonstrations of nationalist pride polarized neighbors
at a time when China threatens to supersede Japan for the go-to
position in regional politics. Instead of building national
pride, Abe seemed bent on tearing it down by taking its geo-political
relationships for granted.
Then came the Incompetence. It was discovered that the
government had misplaced the pension records of over 50 million
Japanese workers. In truth, the disappearance of the records
occurred under the watch of Koizumi and had not come to light
until the Abe age had dawned. But given all of the discordant
notes the Abe administration had been hitting, it was impossible
to rationalize the sound of earned money running down the drain.
People from Hokkaido to Okinawa had something to say and the multi-voiced
calls of incompetence resonated like nails raked across an old-school
blackboard. Together they created a din simply too cacophonic
to ignore. Deaf ears not withstanding.
And that is when things got really ugly. That is when things
got really nasty, naughty ugly. But though it was clear
that the fall out from the lost pension records signaled the beginning
of the end, there was still Scandal to come. And come scandal
came. One by one, members of Abe's cabinet began resigning
from their posts under various clouds of transgression and ineptitude.
The trend finally bottomed out this past July when Abe's Liberal
Democratic Party, weighed down by hubris, scandal, incompetence
and deaf ears, lost the upper house of Parliament. The result
was precariously akin to one party losing in a one party race.
It was the Prime Minister losing to the Prime Minister.
Stripped of all swagger or swerve, Little Abe limped home.
With the most embarrassing electoral defeat in the country/s
recent political history etched in sharpie-ink on his resume,
it was clear that Abe had no chance of getting love from the Japanese
public. Half the country believed that the man should resign.
Others believed worse. Spanked and chided like a dollar-menu
politician, Little Abe saw little option but to open the door
for the return of his daddy's generation…his daddy's boys…his
daddy's boy's ideas. He restocked his cabinet with the species
of bureaucratic dinosaur that roamed the Liberal Democratic Party
landscape freely in the pre-Koizumi days and promised to shift
his focus from national collar-popping to number-crunching.
He gave a policy speech that promised a new direction for his
administration and patiently reaffirmed his commitment to correcting
the wrongs that he once asserted were right. Then, after
all of the speeches and promises, Shinzo Abe resigned from his
post as Prime Minister of Japan and checked into a hospital.
He was admitted due to stress. Little Abe had called it
quits.
Despite all of the missteps he made, what Abe may have been most
guilty of was having no clue as to what the people of Japan expected
of him. His fault was being out-of-touch. Instead
of maximizing newly developing opportunities for jump-starting
the economy, he focused on uneasy themes of jingoism. Instead
of expanding the influential and popular standing that contemporary
Japanese culture has established in the countries of its hemisphere,
he reignited regional rivalries. Abe failed to appeal to
an older generation that vividly remembers the depression that
followed WWII and hold true to the doctrine of supply and non-aggression
that rebuilt their nation. He also failed to reach out to
a younger, more worldly generation that, despite the general popularity
of the Elvis-impersonating Koizumi, remain mostly disinterested
in politics and the salary men that fill its stables. In
the end, his deaf ears proved Abe to be more George Bush than
Junichiro Koizumi, much to the dismay of people who looked to
him for so much more. But fortunately for Japan, Abe's time
was brief.
Rest in Peace Lucky Dube. Millions of us love and respect you.
Your passing was senseless and sad but you will live on. |
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+ profile. heal as you conceal |
dreamcatchers series
suzanne broughel.
artist
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+ photo essay. sensualidad in cuba
betty bastidas. photographer
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| "My
"Dreamcatcher Series" is an ongoing series that takes
white society's fetishization and appropriation of black culture
and turns it in on itself. My first "dreamcatchers"
were modeled after butterfly nets and I needed to cover the handles.
That's when I first looked at band aids as a material because they
so reference skin color. That opened me up to a whole body of
work using band aids."
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These series of photographs
depict the people of Cuba; intensely sensual and physical, yet
colorful and affectionate. Four years later, after photographing
in many parts of the world, this series of work continues to be
among my favorite produced. There is something to be said about
the spirit of a place, combined with unyielding passion to unveil
ones adventures. more
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+ essay. michael a. gonzales
down with the king: black folks and elvis
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+ in memoriam. max roach
phillip harvey |
Even if there
are many folks that agreed with Brit-author Martin Amis when he
wrote, "Elvis was a talented hick destroyed by success",
to me he was so much more. Like the other Caucasians in my then-personal
canon of pop culture cool (which included Sean Connery, Elton John,
Henry Winkler, Charles Bronson and Clint Eastwood), Elvis had a
style, swagger, and charisma that radiated beyond the confines of
the television screen.
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They are all gone now--Bird,
Dizzy, Prez, Miles, Buddy, Monk, Mingus, Max and the many more whom
time has presently forgotten. Max Roach kept the time for all of
them so maybe it is fitting that he would be the last to leave us.Fortunately,
he left a blueprint for us—they all did.
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+ questions. answers
anthony d. lee. artist |

+ seen. cumbre flamenca festival | madrid
justine bayod espoz |
My
style of work and content culminates in Memphis—my home and
my element. It was born of discovering my roots and knowing that
almost all black modern-day Memphians are descendants of those that
once worked the fields in Mississippi. I was profoundly curious
about what my place would be in a past time in the same city"
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So began Madrid's Cumbre Flamenca
2007, a five-night flamenco festival now in its third year. In 2005,
the year of the festival's inception, the five nightly events drew
15,000 spectators, while 2006 saw attendance rise to 20.000. There's
no doubt that this splendid and ever-increasing turnout is due in
large part to the caliber of artists invited. Playbills of the first
two festivals read like a Who''s Who of flamenco history.
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+ excerpt. guantanamo: a novel
dorothea dieckmann
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+ profile. graffiti group show
galerie magda danysz| madrid |
| When toothpaste
dries in the sun, it gets brittle. It congeals, begins to crack,
shrivels. And it loses its color. It turns from light green, the
color it emerges from the tube marked Government Issue Mint Toothpaste,
to talc white. Finally the surface turns to powder and can be blown
away. A boot, gallows, a circle, waves, letters, numbers, everything
disappears as white dust in days or weeks. more
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This style of art which
is born from the City is immediate graphic expression. It is the
art of the moment and an important fragment of our contemporary
culture. It is the expression of anonymity, of the forbidden, which
creates an atmosphere that is suggesting a struggle towards artistic
freedom. more
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max roach.
musician. activist
phillip harvey |
They are
all gone now--Bird, Dizzy, Prez, Miles, Buddy, Monk, Mingus,
Max and the many more whom time has presently forgotten.
Max Roach kept the time for all of them so maybe it is
fitting that he would be the last to leave us. Fortunately,
he left a blueprint for us—they all did. Traces
of it appear in re-mastered digital notes available for
99 cent downloads and in old fanzines found in the dusty
tombs of libraries or in scholarly treatises written in
bounded format in your local book store. But beyond the
music and the twice-told stories is the towering strength
and will to create art that holds importance beyond both
the creation and the creator. That is what Max Roach and
the masters of modern music left for us. continue
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| Phillip
Harvey is a curator and culturalist as well as the founder
and editor of Nat Creole. He likes to read and work and
think and party and bull***. God help him. |
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heal
as you conceal: the dreamcatcher series
suzanne broughel.
artist. sculptor. photographer |
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all images copyright 2004- , Suzanne
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questions.
answers
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"My
"Dreamcatcher Series" is an ongoing series that
takes white society's fetishization and appropriation
of black culture and turns it in on itself. My first
"dreamcatchers" were modeled after butterfly
nets and I needed to cover the handles. That's when
I first looked at band aids as a material because they
so reference skin color. That opened me up to a
whole body of work using band aids.
Another reason for using these household
items as art materials is to personalize the meaning.
White folks often talk about race and racism in very removed,
generic terms but I think the autobiographical voice is
the strongest. Band aids, soap, t-shirts, bed sheets—these
are items that we put on our bodies, wear and sleep
on. So even though they are commodities, they enter
a realm of intimacy." continue
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Suzanne’s
work has been shown in New York at Onishi Gallery, JCAL,
Galeria Galou, Denise Bibro Fine Arts and Chashama Artspace,
among others. Her international exhibitions have
included Alliance with   Collective in
Paris, the Dieppe Biennale in Dieppe, France, and America
vs. America—a traveling exhibition that toured
alternative artspaces in Norway, Sweden, and Iceland.
She was a 2006 Creative Capital fellow at the Aljira Center
for Contemporary Art in Newark, New Jersey where her work
was included in the Emerge 8 exhibition.
Next on tap for Suzanne is Material Culture,
an exhibition at the Longwood Arts Project in the Bronx.
For more info on the exhibition, go to http://www.tartnyc.org/,
http://www.geocities.com/saucenine
and http://www.bronxarts.org/lag.asp
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reena spaulings gallery
dead already
douglass singleton
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Reena Spaulings is an imaginary art gallery, or rather, it is a real art gallery that so wants to usurp the nature of what a gallery does that it refuses to exist in ways we expect. Exhibitions in random spaces scattered across New York City with artists oftentimes taking on aliases or intricate mythologies are what they present. Mysterious is-it-art-or-some-kind-of-joke installations and performances have mystified art patrons the last few years. continue
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Douglas Singleton writes about the arts for The Brooklyn Rail and about photography for Focus magazine. He also performs on-air reviews for WNYC radio in New York. His website, www.dispactke.com, features prose, photography, and multi-media. |
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+art copyright 2004-2007, Sydney James |
sydney james .
artist. illustrator
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I know I don't have to make "pretty" pictures. I choose my subjects based on what I know of them and what I imagine they were going through or went through in their lives. I add their pain with mine and create visually emotional images. continue |
For more, visit http://www.asiid.com, or catch her on Myspace at http://www.myspace.com/asiid. But what ever you do, contact Sydney when you have the opportunity and inquire about her work. She is a woman of ideas. |
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a fine day at the porter colloquium
washington dc | usa
phillip harvey |
Established at Howard University in 1990, the annual Colloquium is named in honor of James A. Porter, the pioneering Art Historian and Professor, whose 1943 publication Modern Negro Art set the standard for probing discourse on the subject of Black American Art. Since its inception, the Colloquium has eagerly attacked meaty subjects that deal in and around the historiography of African American art while other forums for discussing Art have seemed intent on remaining obstinate about the contributions Black artists have made to the global legacy of art. continue |
| The James A. Porter Colloquium is held annually on the campus of Howard University in Washington DC. Visit http://www.portercolloquium.org to get more information. Then make plans to attend the 2008 version. Lets talk about Art. Baby. |
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Chick Corea
Inner Space
1972 Atlantic Records
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Justo Almario
Interlude
1981 Charly Records

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Sleepwalker
The Voyage LP
2006 Especial Records

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Space is the Place! Herbie Mann, Ron Carter, and Hubert Laws all appear on this stadium jazz classic! Pull up a lawn chair, take off the wife-beater, and feel the heat! |
The kind of jazz your pops listened to! Smooth and harmonic rhythms from this saxophonist. Just right for summertime!
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Some of the most innovative and edgy jazz today is coming out of Nippon, and this album totally exemplifies this! Super sleek harmonies and vocals! Smooth yet raging! |

The Foreign Exchange
Connected (Instrumentals)
2005 BBE Records

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Basement Soul
Sounds from the Floor- Volume 1
2007 Unique Uncut Records

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Bumpy Knuckles
Industry Shakedown
2000 Landscape Records

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Another one slept on! Dutch producer, Nicolay, keeps it heavy, heavy, heavy here. For the trunk! |
Another Euro collection! Delivers the balance and dynamism of the Euro underground music scene. A fun mix of beatz! |
Who didn’t sleep on this album? Bumpy has the credibility appearing with heavy-hitters like Gangstarr, AG, OC, and Pete Rock. in the past. Do you really want it raw? |
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Following her stint in New York where she was influenced by the sound of Hip-Hop, jazz singers Billie Holliday and Ella Fitzgerald, Lauren Hill and Erykah Badu, she returned home to São Paulo, thus bringing her sound and focus full circle. Her worldly travels freed her from convention and let her choose her colors from a larger palette. That freedom has resulted in music that is surprisingly mature and fully realized for such a young musician. continue |
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mercy, mercy me: the art, loves & demons of marvin gaye
michael eric dyson
Publisher: Basic Civitas Books
ISBN: 0-465017-70-3
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I Want You is an album stitched together by the conceptual thread of romantic pursuit. It hangs together on a marvelous erotic conceit: that romance is the core of sensual truth, its surest revelation, and that sex is merely the commerce of a higher spiritual economy. “It’s an opera about a relationship,” says Gary Harris, a prominent music business executive. “Love found, desire, desperation, the absolute ‘I got to have her.’ He meets her, gets her, loses her, sees her at the party and tries to get back with her. It’s all interwoven in this dramatic way.” continue |
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If rigorous academic readings bear fruit in knowledge,
then reading for interest or pleasure must bear similar fruit in imagination |

The Fugitive
Massimo Carlotto
ISBN: 1-933372-25-7

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My Father's Notebook
Kader Abdolah
ISBN: 1-841959-27-8
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A work of fiction by one of Italy’s premier crime authors, this story depicts the six years Carlotto spent as a fugitive from Italy for a murder he did not commit. If that does not draw you in what will? Eventually Carlotto returned and was acquitted but the numerous trials that took place just for that to happen could provide enough fodder for a soap opera on their own. Remember, this is a work of fiction. |
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A beautiful work told about an Iranian man’s endeavor to translate his father’s diary that was written in a Persian cuneiform that could be read by few Iranians of his or his father’s time. This story weaves history as seen by one who has lived through it and a son who seeks to learn more about his father through the translation of the elder’s writings. In telling his father’s story, Ishmael tells Iran’s story past and present. |

The Faith Healer of Olive Avenue
Manuel Munoz
ISBN: 1-565125-32-0

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Michael Thomas
ISBN: 0-802170-29-3

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An amazing collection of short stories by an author that has much to offer, The Faith Healer of Olive Ave is extremely well written with characters whose self-inflicted twists and turns in life mirror our own experiences. The prose itself is dazzling. Munoz’s previous collection of short stories Zigzagger was released in 2003. |
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Careful with this one, you might fall in and, if you do, will not get out until it is over. Man Gone Down is the story of an African-American husband and father who has four days to solve his troubles: paying for a home for his Anglo-American wife and their three children, paying for his two son’s tuition and figuring out just who the hell he is right after his thirty-fifth birthday. If that is easy then you must live in a different country, nay different world, than I do. The more you read about his past, the more you wonder how his present got so bright. |
To contact the chef, Brook Stephenson, our literary editor, send an email to bs@natcreole.com. |
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devil's mambo
jerry rodriguez
Publisher: Kensington Trade Paper
ISBN-10: 0-7582-1710-2
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watch The Devil's Mambo: Poisoned Kiss
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Nicholas Esperanza thought he was dead. He couldn’t open his eyes. Couldn’t move his body. Last thing he remembered was the buxom stripper popping the Ecstasy tab in his mouth while giving him a wild lap dance. The rest was a blur. Fun filled and crazy, but still a blur. So, maybe he wasn’t dead after all. Maybe this was a simply the worst hangover ever.
He concentrated his thoughts and finally managed to sluggishly open his eyes. Bright sunlight gushed through the windows and made his head shriek in pain. He clamped his eyes shut again, for a moment uncertain where the hell he was. Esperanza reached into his pocket, whipped out a pair of Calvin Klein sunglasses and popped them on. Now he could see without his pupils melting. The room steadily came into focus. continue |
| We are proud to have Jerry inaugurate the Nat Creole Authors Series which kicks off on June 25th, 2007 at the McNally Robinson bookstore in SOHO (75 Prince St.| New York, NY). Jerry will be discussing his work with Nat Creole Literary Editor Brook Stephenson and showing the short film prequel to Devil's Mambo . It would be nice if you could join us. |
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arthur alleyne. playwright
scribblin at the automat
james baldwin and richard avedon conversate |
The actual spark (the seed) for the piece came from a viewing of a special on Avedon and seeing him speak so lovingly of James ( Baldwin). Then after my first play Tragedy Tonite was performed I had one of the actors in mind for the role of James Baldwin. That was a little over two years ago. Even before that I wanted to speak on society and celebrity and use Baldwin (one of my personal heroes) as a platform. I came to realize that not too many people have read his work or are familiar with the man and his involvement in the Civil Rights Movement. continue |
| Writer and director Arthur Alleyne was told as a child to speak up, now we can't get him to shut up. He lives in Brooklyn and exists harmoniously in time and space. Scribblin’ at the Automat will was recently staged at Danny Simmons' Corridor Gallery in Brooklyn, NY and will soon be coming to your area code soon. |
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