fleurmach at chimurenga pop-up tonight

I’m spinning some records here this evening – come say hi!

chimurengaChimurenga will be occupying the AVA stoep in Cape Town with a pop-up bookshop over three days, from the 27th to the 28th January 2016, from 4 – 7pm daily. The pop-up includes a live broadcasting studio of the Pan African Space Station (PASS), Chimurenga’s online radio, featuring a programme of music, interviews, and performances with Chimurenga collaborators in Cape Town, including People’s Education, Future Nostalgia, Lohla Amira and many more.

This event is produced in collaboration with VANSA and the AVA.

For more on the broadcasting schedule, please visit panafricanspacestation.org.za.

The live broadcast studio functions amidst an installation that brings together pop-up stores that experiment with trade, informal economies, aesthetics and body language, music and spoken word, mobility and infrastructure.

jung, on mansplaining

jungWhat can a man say about woman, his own opposite? I mean of course something sensible, that is outside the sexual program, free of resentment, illusion, and theory. Where is the man to be found capable of such superiority? Woman always stands just where the man’s shadow falls, so that he is only too liable to confuse the two. Then, when he tries to repair this misunderstanding, he overvalues her and believes her the most desirable thing in the world.

From Women In Europe (1927)

a close encounter of the stukkend kind

© Copyright 2010 CorbisCorporation

By Derek Davey

“Protection [of women] is the rock that all men push. We call it our burden, but it’s really our privilege.” — Lou Solverson

Oom Piet * is sitting one night on his farm stoep by a fire. He is alone except for his dog Butch, which lifts its head slowly as a strange figure steps silently into the firelight. Deep in his cups, Piet realises he might be seeing an alien, but it could just be a figment of his inebriation. When his dog wags its tail and goes to greet the tall grey figure, he decides to trust its intuition and, with a slightly trembling hand, offers the large-eyed, curiously sexless creature his glass of brandy.

Turns out, after a couple of dops, that the alien has been studying mankind since it arrived through the medium of Google, so it’s English is pretty much immaculate, though its Afrikaans is at best, patchy. Piet’s English is passable, but he prefers the Taal. The alien’s name is unpronounceable, and from where it hails (though Piet forgets that name too) they have no sexes, replicating from offshoots of their body which are then spliced onto … Anyway, it’s understandably curious about the whole issue of gender, and surmising correctly that Piet knows almost nothing of the experience of being a woman, it asks the oom for some firsthand information about what it means to be a man.

“Well, men are supposed to be stronger than women,” is Piet’s first reaction, to which the alien whips out an iPad and starts checking if this is indeed true. “Well, yes, men are stronger physically,” (1) confirms the alien, enquiring how this factor affects interactions with women.

“Well, we can use our strength to protect our women,” says Piet gallantly.

From what, or whom, the alien wants to know?

Oom Piet thinks a bit. “In the old days, it was against wild animals and other tribes and things, but deesdae, I guess it’s mostly from other men.”

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david bowie – lazarus

I was listening to David Bowie’s brand new album last night, thinking about how much I still love him. I can’t even begin to engage with how important Bowie and his work have been to me since I was a very young teenager. It’s washing over me in waves.

He felt like my guardian angel at times, transcending the vulgarity of the mundane, making alienation tangible and difference something to celebrate wildly… How strange to think of him as mortal.

Sayonara, Starman. What a gut-wrenchingly perfect exit.