July 28, 2014

blocked again

Filed under: blogging,censorship — ABRAXAS @ 12:23 pm


ras eli, 19 april 2014

Filed under: House of Harambe,kagaportraits — ABRAXAS @ 12:09 pm


threnody for the victims of marikana – screening in berlin 30 july 2014

Filed under: 2014 - Marikana Symphony — ABRAXAS @ 11:46 am

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book your tickets here: http://www.signesdenuit.com/Berlin/2014/D_C_3.htm

July 27, 2014

new chimurenga chronic: out now

Filed under: chimurenga library — ABRAXAS @ 7:29 pm


July 25, 2014

new kaganof story “time out with my destiny” in adults only

Filed under: kagastories — ABRAXAS @ 1:28 am

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July 23, 2014

song for hector

Filed under: kaganof short films — ABRAXAS @ 9:02 pm

SONG FOR HECTOR from Aryan Kaganof on Vimeo.

music by m.ward

July 22, 2014

ras tuff, 19 april 2014

Filed under: Country Conquerors,House of Harambe,kagaportraits — ABRAXAS @ 10:09 pm


theo herbst – sand was daar

Filed under: hearing landscape critically,music — ABRAXAS @ 12:01 pm


Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

Filed under: niklas zimmer,poetry,politics — ABRAXAS @ 11:53 am

They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.

night is coming: a threnody for the victims of marikana – screening @end times colloquium, wits university, friday 25 july

Filed under: 2014 - Marikana Symphony — ABRAXAS @ 11:46 am


eat your heart out…

Filed under: miscellaneous — ABRAXAS @ 11:44 am


fourth wall launching stephanus muller’s nagmusiek

Filed under: literature,music,stephanus muller — ABRAXAS @ 10:31 am


July 19, 2014

gertrude’s song

Filed under: Carina Venter,kagapoems — ABRAXAS @ 8:42 pm

i write from the depths
i write from a silent
darkness i write
from the abyss
i am invi
sible to
i am
the unseen
i am the unsung
i have stopped living
i have never lived alive
i am the lament threnody requiem
my own lambent elegy burning incendiary
immolating from the depths
emulating a silent
darkness i never
met except
to the
this sacrifice
a seeing child’s
eyes plucked
in return
for a
of light
eternal ray
of sun by which
to recite your name
again for resighting me


Filed under: miscellaneous — ABRAXAS @ 5:55 pm



Filed under: afrikaaps,kaganof short films — ABRAXAS @ 1:10 pm

BLIKSEMSTRAAL from Aryan Kaganof on Vimeo.

ras chezidek, 19 april 2014

Filed under: House of Harambe,kagaportraits — ABRAXAS @ 8:28 am


the weekly dissident

Filed under: kaganof,kagapoems,mphutlane wa bofelo — ABRAXAS @ 8:21 am

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read the full article here: http://www.thedailyvox.co.za/the-weekly-dissident-a-conversation-with-aryan-kaganof/

July 18, 2014


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Filed under: afrikaaps,kagaportraits — ABRAXAS @ 4:23 pm


nagmusiek – the launch

Filed under: literature,music,stephanus muller — ABRAXAS @ 10:52 am


on what is wrong in the world today

Filed under: philosophy — ABRAXAS @ 10:50 am

“As long as people believe in absurdities they will continue to commit atrocities.” Voltaire

mary corrigall on night is coming – a threnody for the victims of marikana: the full, unexpurgated review

Filed under: 2014 - Marikana Symphony,mary corrigall,reviews — ABRAXAS @ 9:32 am


first published here: http://corrigall.blogspot.com/2014/07/when-visuals-fail-marikana-and-art.html?spref=fb

ras xora, elmi muller and clive snell, smartietown, stellenbosch 2011

Filed under: kagaportraits — ABRAXAS @ 9:26 am


dudu pukwana

Filed under: music,music and exile symposium — ABRAXAS @ 8:36 am

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keep reading this article here: http://african78s.wordpress.com/2014/07/17/focus-no-15-dudu-pukwana-on-78/

July 17, 2014

the mellow route

Filed under: kagastories — ABRAXAS @ 6:03 pm

i would like to share with you this little anecdote. it took place in middletown a couple of months ago. mr. stevens, my muslim friend, popped around with his 20 year old son, mohammed. i pulled out the homegrown to get their opinion. the three of us smoked three outsize tossies and whilst mohammed sat there all night with a huge grin on his face, mr. stevens and i did not stop talking, both of us, at the same time – all night long. it was a lovely evening. but that’s not the anecdote i want to tell you.

after mohammed returned to london (where he lives with his mother) mr. stevens came to see me, a little bit worried. it turns out that when they got home mohammed pulled out the LSD papers and they each took one. not much happened to mr. stevens. and not much happened to mohammed. but mohammed took a second and then a third paper. then it all started happening.

obviously it was a profound internal experience but mohammed (not a big talker at the best of times) could not get any of it out through his mouth. he just sat there and, sort of … melted… for five hours. eventually mr. stevens fell asleep and when he woke up mohammed was still there, still melting.
when mr. stevens took mohammed to the airport and said goodbye he felt sort of.. worried about his son.

a few days later mohammed called him from london and told him he had a new job at 45000 pounds a year. something to do with computer programming. mr. stevens came by and asked me about LSD, knowing that i had done a lot of it back when i still had lead in my pencil.

what’s there to say that hasn’t all been said before? i told him not to worry. then he brought out the 4 papers that mohammed had left behind for his father and i.

i smiled, snatched them from his tough old carpenter’s fingers….

… and threw them in the fire.

“we’re too old for this mr. stevens.”

we lit up some of my gentle homegrown and had a very mellow evening.

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