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Artist: Moataz Nasreldin Title: Cairo Walk Material: Photography on board Location: Mori Museum in Tokyo Date: 2012 EGYPTIAN SCENE IN TOKYO Moataz Nasr, the Egypti-an; the ARTIST, is in Jap-an - He has the whole wide world, on their knees and at his feet... for Jap-an Loves, the afriCAN! BIG KISS, X Don't sneeze in Japanese... All are on their knees... Sneezing and snoring in JAPAN--- STARING and CARING FOR THE afriCAN! WE LOVE JAPAN, BIG KISS. X For Japan has a plan for the afriCAN... What a man and WOE-Man is she in JAPANESE. What ease, has she who pees and sees those, fellows few, that pen with ease in JAPANESE. WE LOVE YOU IN JAPAN - MAN - Wooh-Man - We, the afriCANS LOVE THE JAPANESE with ease, BIG KISS. X by Joe Pollitt, 2012

South African Beauty Queen | Senzeni Mthwakazi Marasela Beauty Seen We are searching for a rhythm, that will do justice to this work. South Africa has a Beauty Queen. Eyes blink open. Eyes wide shut. Eyes forward, eyes on-the-prize. All lies open and shutting your eyes. Are we seeing what beauty is yet? Senzeni seen, Senzeni Scene. See Senzeni and Senzeni is seen. Beauty has a name this day, Senzeni. Our Queen, has an open face to talk. In the quiet, closed black world of Dolls. So ask again, what is Beauty seen? Eyes shut so tight, fight for the right to be seen in the Scene. Bright Light. Senzeni is softly breaking into the Art seen. Making her debut inner heart-beat, beating and rattling, rite up to the top. The voice of reason, seems frightened, fearful she may fail, in the seen and  never seen, World of Guys and Dolls. Drum her a beat, that makes some kind of sense to steady her might. Showing all that is clean and unseen. Size Zero, up to our necks in legs. Tits and arse and comm

I am crashing down around my feet.  Falling, falling down to the earth  without a parachute and diving into  a pool of my own tears. The shame of  me is unbearable to see; as all the hard  words and long hours of thinking amounts  to nothing, as I am pen-full but powerless.  I am not breaking down, I am broken... and in many pieces. I am not the broken  wine bottle  that fell from your dinning table.  I am the  wine spilt all over your magnificent marble floor.  The mess that you need to mop up; to make  our house a home again; of course you could just  leave the stain as it is...and never mop the mess.... leaving it as that funny African-shaped stain  on your blue-veined white marble floors. By Joe Pollitt

Untitled by Serge Clottey | Ghana When the Leaders are worthless, the artists are Royalty that reign. So I ask you again, who have I been communicating with in Africa? I have been talking to Kings and Queens of a Continent. Don't play with me. I am not a toy to be played with. I know many Kings and Queens of Africa. Your family, your Kingdom is nothing. Lost in Translation by Alex da Silva | Cape Verde We know the true Kings and Queens of AFRICA. Reduce us to a nothing in your great Western World. Crush us to a grain of sand but that grain of  sand still knows the KINGS AND QUEENS of AFRICA. Artists are immortal and we know the immortals, personally. Untitled by Eria Sane Nsubuga | Uganda Reduce us to dust and we will rise.  You can not, and will not, break our spirit; as so lon

I CANNOT TALK FOR YOU...I KNOW NOT WHAT TO SAY.. I NEED YOUR CRIES AFRICA..I NEED YOU TEARS TODAY. TODAY IS THE DAY WE SET OURSELVES FREE, SO UNITE  AS ONE AFRICA UNITED...WE ARE ONE..WE TWO..WE FREE.. WE ARE UNITED..AFRICA UNITED..THE AFRICANS HAVE GUNS.. FUNDS FOR ALL...TO SEE.. PISS ON THIS IF YOU DARE..JUST STARE AND STAY  AWAY AS GOD IS ON THE WIRE... IT IS FIRE ON THE WIRE... THERE IS FIRE ON THE WIRE TONIGHT.... YOU ARE WATCHING THE REVOLUTION BEGIN.. IT'S BRIGHT..IT'S LOUD AND WE ARE IN... IN THEIR FUCKING FACES WE ARE IN... BOOK NOW FOR DISAPPOINTMENT.. WE ARE IN...WE ARE NOT ALONE! By Joe Pollitt

HUMMING BIRDS ARE RAISING VOICES.. SHOUTING OUT THEIR NEW SONGS.. BLUES SONGS AND YELLOW TITS  AND GREY DAYS ARE ALL BUT OVER NOW.. AFRICA HAS WOKEN UP.. I WOULD WORRY IF I WERE YOU! THE BLACKMAN IS FINDING HIS FEET AND  ARMED, ONLY WITH A LETTER  THAT HE IS GOING TO POST... POSTMEN AND POSTWOMEN:  WATCH THEM POST THEIR LETTERS. POST A LETTER TO THE WORLD; TELL THEM WHAT YOU THINK... TELL THEM HOW YOU FEEL.. THIS IS NOT A TIME TO SLEEP THIS IS  THE TIME TO WRITE. WRITE ABOUT THE COPYING.  WRITE OF RUINING REPUTATIONS. WRITE ABOUT NOW!  CHINA IS TAKING OVER. THE RIGHTS YOU HAD, HAVE BEEN TAKEN. SO SAY IT NOW..SAY IT WITH A GRIN ON  YOUR CHINI CHIN CHIN.  CHINAHHH ARRHHH ANGRY LETTERS BY JOE POLLITT

How do We upset the Status Quo?  We Rock the Boat..start rocking.. We rock and rock until they stop we will Rock.  We will Rock them right... We need to send them to sleep with our Lullabies  so say your Big GoodByes and rock the boat  and keep Rocking..Rockers... We want to send a wrongsong..not the Right message ....it is too late for that NOW.  We are not Status Quo.. We are the Africa United.. Calling out of London; hear our song. TONIGHT all over Spiderland... Spy on us to night.  The web is closing in on you.... All over Tinternet and tinseltown we are Rocking.. We are playing our own tune..do you like how it SOUNDS?  WE WILL ROCK YOU..WE WILL ROCK YOU.... WE WILL ROCK ENOUGH TO RID YOU OF YOUR WROT... RID YOU OF YOU WROTTEN WAYS AND OLDS DAYS  ARE BECOMING NEW.. BECOMING BRIGHTER AND LIGHTER  AND TIGHTER EVER DAY..... Poem by Joe Pollitt (Off his Rocker)

A  Synopsis  |  African Artists Pension Fund Here is an Investment Programme that could be developed by a Bank or an Commercial Corporation for African Artists. The African Artist Pension Fund (AAPF) is an investment program dedicated to the needs of emerging and mid-career artists from Africa. The African Pension Fund is linked with the Investment Bankers, whose long-term financial planning services will allow the artists from Africa to invest their artworks alongside a community of select African artists, thereby providing a uniquely diversified, alternative income stream. The vision will be realised with the assistance of Virgin, to build an integrated financial services firm that caters to the financial needs of the African artists. The collateralisation of artworks is the basis for a range of financing products.   Benefits of Creating a Pension Fund AAPF provides each participating artist with distinct benefits: - The opportunity to realize long-term appreciation of his/her artwor

Artist: Wosene Worke Kosrof: Portrait of a Word, 2011, acrylic on canvas, 28x28 inches — at Skoto Gallery. We can work for diamonds and pearls but get real....at the end of the day we'll be lucky to be alive. Great Artists starve, the others are too busy selling themselves and all those around them, too busy selling and spending to be creative.... As an artist you must strip yourself naked in order to push yourself forward. It is immaterial what others think of your work or your words and opinions you hold. So those viewing my posts must think why would he be saying such terrible stuff about himself. Painting for drugs, writing for Scottish hookers and spitting at people on Facebook, where am I coming from? I want to belong to those that have given up the disguise or the front that other people erect about themselves and pull back the mask and think what would I do if I were paid? Probably do plenty of drugs and get laid...so in a way my inability to sell or raise funds has inadver