The latest issue of Genre: Urban Arts has “hit the shelves”Continue reading N0.6 A Playground for Creatives
words and art by Stefania MorganteContinue reading Donna
a painting by Mayro Toyo
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A poem by Cynthia Anne Cashman
in the land of mortal man
the ones with
the power of Zeus
that slay me on their
for being so obtuse
they the pedestals
thrones for kings
and depraved beasts
the working slaves
with unheard voices
clamoring in the din
Queens still chained to beds
to keep their heads
to kingdoms lost
living in the current mess
affairs of men
not of gods
Olympus save us all
Cynthia Anne Cashman
published in Genre: Urban Arts Second Edition
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A poem by Ricardo Hanley Jr.
She intently scrolled through my phone and deemed every woman a hoe.
I stood silent, knowing exactly how this would go.
I’m not one to pretend nor make an attempt to defend against her imagination,
of which I know, I can never contend.
But, again the insults flew at me, a swarm of stinging bees
but I was immune for a time. Her wild rage grew, as I watched,
she became a slave to her own mind.
The curses and accusations meeting my silence.
Like gasoline poured onto flames violent, a blind fury burning in her brown eyes, now shining crimson and violet.
I did my best to drown her out, with unspoken thoughts, until again,
I was hit in my mouth.
I closed my eyes, seeking the best route I could find, in the stillness of my building anger,
Mama’s voice went ringing through my mind, “Never place your hands on a woman,”
a lesson revealing one side.
I continued searching my depths for the lesson which I could justly apply.
Papa’s voice rang out mentally, “walk away, walk it off,” adhering his potent passive words,
and knowing one wrong move whether justly or unjustly deserved, in a moment all could be lost,
should I cast the second stone, I’ll be nailed to the cross. I disappeared like Christ into the darkness of the night,
with my integrity in tact and problematic phone as my guiding light.
Ricardo Hanley, Jr.
Published in Genre: Urban Arts Second Edition
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“You stare at some one long enough you begin to see their humanity” – Arthur Jackson V
They march today
Carry signs above their heads
Ignore burning arms
Tap into fury and shout
Featured illustration by Piotr Mańczak.
I promise you that I’m down,
and I’ll bring more brothas around,
Not later on, but right now,
and they’ll be ready for a Right Now
My True Colors Festival in association with Harlem 2020 present Grace Jones: Bloodlight and Bami. This electrifying journey through the public and private worlds of mega-icon Grace Jones contrasts musical sequences with intimate personal footage. Sophie Fiennes’s documentary goes beyond the traditional music biography, offering a portrait as stylish and unconventional as the larger-than-life, androgynous glam-pop culture diva.
Join us for a pre-screening Cocktail Hour plus a post-screening Book Signing and Panel Discussion: “The Power of Black Style On Fashion and Culture Worldwide” with industry experts, including Essence Editor-At-Large Mikki Taylor, Fashion Bomb Daily Founder and leading style blogger Claire Sulmers, legendary black supermodel Pat Cleveland, and Christian Ruart, a renown fashion guru and celebrity stylist who discovered and worked with models like Tyra Banks, Tyson Beckford, Naomi Campbell, and Claudia Schiffer. Join us for an insightful conversation led by My True Colors Co-Founder and Executive Producer Tai Chunn on the ins and outs of black style, its important contribution to fashion and its influence on culture worldwide. The panel also will discuss the industry influence of Grace Jones. While Beyoncé and Rihanna are among today’s major style icons, Grace Jones remains one of the most referenced fashion icons of all time.
Mikki Taylor will be on hand to sign her book, Editor in Chic: How to Style and Be Your Most Empowered Self, shares uplifting advice for women who want to cultivate their beauty both inside and out. As will Claire Sulmers, whose book The Bomb Life: My Brand. My Terms, is part memoir, part self-help with tips for aspiring bloggers;
and Pat Cleveland, whose memoir Walking With The Muses covers fifty years of fashion from the intersection of the Civil Rights Movement, the disco era’s decadence, and the grandeur of Hollywood’s late 70s renaissance
Film Running Time: 116 Minutes
Cocktail Hour begins at 6:00pm in the Media Gallery;
Film Screening starts 7:00pm in the Screening Room
Yo reaction to my hair
is my reaction to my strife.
How big it got is like the bigots
constant in my life.
Day 3: A Nemesis (or two)
I feel the brick wall behind me and the mist on my nose, my backpack a haphazard heap, doubling as an extra limb. As I attempt an elusive vibe, like I belong, I think of all in life that weighs me down. How, sometimes, even The Day says, “Nah. I’m good. You are going to have to work tirelessly in order to make it past noon.”
For instance… Continue reading Awkward Girl: Day 3
We are working on a portraiture project that will be on exhibition soon. Come have your photo taken to have the opportunity to become a part of the art!
We will also have Genre: Urban Arts No. 4 Mags on sale as well as other Genre Merch.
Read more about MKE Fringe Fest below:
On August 27th – 28th, 2016 the MKE Fringe made its debut in downtown Milwaukee. Following the rich tradition of Fringe Festivals, the Milwaukee Fringe Festival is a showcase of a diverse collection of artists that call Milwaukee home. From theatrical actors to painters, musicians to tap dancers, performance artists to playwrights, MKE Fringe is a joyous celebration of what makes Milwaukee’s culture vibrant and extraordinary (MKEFringe.com).
There will be over 30 acts as well as a plethora of vendors. Come to support Milwaukee Creatives! Visit MKEFringe.com for more info.
Ok. So, things are going well.
This is the thought I’m having tonight. This is going well. Only a few slightly awkward interactions crept into the evening thus far, so I’d say…winning. For instance, it begins with me contemplating whether to go in for the hug, a kiss on the cheek, or a peck on the lips. Being the fourth date, it is appropriately confusing. So what happens? Naturally, I do some combination of the three aforementioned options, and I end up, kind of, sort of kissing him on (in?) the ear. I KNOW that shit was loud. Right. In. His. Ear. Continue reading Awkward Girl: Day 2
Have you ever had such a mischievous thought that can fuck someone’s life up? Yeah, me neither…….SIKE! Maaaaaaaan, it can be so hard sometimes to have that type of power over someone and choose not to use it against them ESPECIALLY when you can’t stand a motherfucker! However, I must say, I’m very proud of this new thing I’m doing, just letting shit go, let it roll off my back and keep it moving. Before my level of pettiness had to be fed whatever negative emotion I was feeling at the moment. My main objective was to make the other person feel my pain. After all my plotting I still felt unsatisfied with my “victory”. Something had to give and that something is me, I had to change.
I noticed the change was needed for many reasons, one being I just had to grow the fuck up, being childish is not a good look for me especially when I’m raising a child myself. I don’t want my son to hold on to resentment and pain the way I used to. Another HUGE reason was that when I held on to that disappointment, pain, pride, and ego it started to cloud my perspective and overall my whole vibe changed, I started not to like myself. People who loved me started to dislike me, people who didn’t know me felt a weird energy and it was hard to connect with others, I was the source of the fuckery. Also, let me tell you when you act ugly you tend to look ugly too! Most importantly, I want to feel like me again. One day I woke up and decided to just stop the bullshit and start healing my soul from whatever it was that caused me to behave so damn petty.
Painting was a major part of my process. I started painting more and one thing lead to another. I can honestly say if I wasn’t so petty in the past and didn’t realize I needed to refocus I probably would not be painting and creating art like I am now. Rebuilding burned bridges was also part of my healing. I reached out to old friends, even exes to simply apologize for projecting my pain on to them.
Moral of the story, being petty sometimes happens and it may be well deserved, but what are you really gaining? Instant satisfaction of what? All you are really doing is stealing an opportunity to grow through experiences. Feel the pain, anger, disappointment, and let go of your ego, your soul needs it. Deal with it personally and move on when you are ready, no need to be petty.