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.no.17 winter 2008
+intro

There 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.

welcome to nat creole. you're right on time.


+ profile. heal as you conceal | dreamcatchers series
suzanne broughel. artist


+ photo essay. sensualidad in cuba
betty bastidas. photographer
"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." more

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


+ essay. michael a. gonzales
down with the king: black folks and elvis


+ 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. more
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. more

+ 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" more
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. more

+ excerpt. guantanamo: a novel
dorothea dieckmann

+ 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 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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.:: features
44 and 99 one hundreths % pure . suzanne broughel

 

 

.:: in memoriam


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

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.

 

 

.:: profile.

heal as you conceal: the dreamcatcher series
suzanne broughel. artist. sculptor. photographer

+ all images copyright 2004- , Suzanne Broughel

questions. answers

"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  

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 &nbsp 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   

.:: profile.



reena spaulings gallery
dead already

douglass singleton

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

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.
.:: art

jimii hendrix . sydney james

 

 

.::questions. answers

fuck rent


self


jimii hendrix



dizzie


travis


tupac



+art copyright 2004-2007, Sydney James
sydney james .
artist.
illustrator
 

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.

 

.:: profile


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.

 

.:: music | dance

dizzie. sydney james

 

 

.:: playlist


Chick Corea
Inner Space

1972 Atlantic Records
listen


Justo Almario
Interlude
1981 Charly Records



Sleepwalker
The Voyage LP
2006 Especial Records

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!

 

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


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


Bumpy Knuckles
Industry Shakedown
2000 Landscape Records

 

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?

CD is the single parent of HeadKnot and you can reach him at cd@natcreole.com

 

 

.:: profile


singer. songwriter



watch the video

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


 

 

.:: excerpt

mercy, mercy me: the art, loves & demons of marvin gaye
michael eric dyson

Publisher:
Basic Civitas Books
ISBN: 0-465017-70-3

Buy the Book

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

 

.::literature | travel

 

 

.::booklist
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
Buy the Book

 


My Father's Notebook
Kader Abdolah
ISBN:
1-841959-27-8
Buy the Book

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.

 

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
Buy the Book




Man Gone Down
Michael Thomas
ISBN:
0-802170-29-3
Buy the Book

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.

 

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.

 

 

.::excerpt. fiction

devil's mambo
jerry rodriguez


Publisher: Kensington Trade Paper
ISBN-10: 0-7582-1710-2

 


buy the book


watch The Devil's Mambo: Poisoned Kiss

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.

 

.::questions. answers

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.

 

 

.::credits
nat creole.

Founder/ Editor:
Phillip Harvey    

Managing Editor:

Kathi Davis

Literary Editor:

Brook Stephenson

Business Development:
Alia Jones

Creative Counsel:
Alain Mabanckou
Al Burton
Alexis Peskine
Akintola Hanif
Angelica Le Minh
Annika Connor
Arthur Alleyne
A. Van Jordan
Benjamin Austen
CD
Daniel Garrett
Delphine Diallo
Delphine Fawandu-Buford
DJ Center
DJ Silverboombox
Douglass Singleton
Dr William Oliver

Ed Myers
Ellia Bisker
Ethan Pines
Farid Abdi
Gordon Manning
Howard Martin
James Adolphus
Janee' Bolden
Jerry A. Rodriguez
Jimmy Black
John Ballon
Jon Lowenstein
Julian Conway Wilson Jr
Kenji Jasper
Kijua Sanders-Mcmurtry
Kirsten Telfer Beith
Kouassi Kra Magali
Kurokobushi
Larry Scott
Latasha N. Nevada Diggs
Laylah Amatullah Barrayn
Malaika Adero
Marcia Jones
María Carolina Baulo
Michael Eric Dyson
Michael Romanos
Mike Quain
Miles Marshall Lewis
Milton Allimadi
Mwalim
N. Corren Conway
Nia Woods Haydel
Nicole Thompson
Nyala Wright
Nelson Abdi
One9
Ocean Morisset
Ratha Nou
Ray Llanos
Reedfa
Regine Zamor
Renaldo Davidson
Robert Nolan
Ron Smith
Ross Ford
Sekou Aka Ducarmel
Shannon Cook
Sean Bidder
Steve Lodder
Sunni Knight
Sydney James
Theodore A. Harris
Tiago Molinos
Wang Shanshan
Yang Yingshi

Yazmine Parrish