Kinds of Blue, Kind of You

I have just been listening to brilliant  music of the late Sisa Sopazi for the first time. It is incredible how I have always heard his name mentioned by his peers, but have never really listened to him. I was really moved by the songs Ekomani, Intlombe and the cleverly titled The Sight of Sound. 

Please look for this name. He may be gone, but he will hardly be forgotten by those who had a chance to hear his sound.

Such and Suchness

This article originally appeared on:

http://chimurengachronic.co.za/genres-of-the-human/

In his new book, The Sound of Culture: Diaspora and Black Technopoetics, Louis Chude-Sokei samples freely from history, music, literature and science, conjuring new meanings from dead texts, to build an echo chamber where the discourses of race and technology collide. At a time when automation threatens jobs and pits humans against machine and Artificial Intelligence systems manage financial markets, Chude-Sokei’s arkeological excavations reverberate through the future-present. In this conversation, he joins Kodwo Eshun and Appau Junior Boakye-Yiadom on a journey into science fiction and Afrofuturism that engages the intimate relations between black peoples and technology within the wider imperial histories of industrialisation and slavery.

piano-lessons

“What then comes up for me in this conversation about the limits of the human is what constitutes the human, right? Because whenever you ask whether or not this is human or that is human, you’re actually asking “what is the human?” in the first place. Which is a question that we still don’t really know. The same thing when we talk about artificial intelligence. What artificial intelligence has taught us is that we don’t know what intelligence is. Whenever we encounter a machine, can it think? Does it have a soul? And then the question becomes: well, what is thinking? What is a soul? Are they human? Do they merely mimic us? Will they take over from us? Will they revolt? These same exact questions that were asked about slaves during slavery. This is not an accident. Things that seem accidental are not accidental at all. It’s a shared logic around a restrictive understanding of what constitutes the human. And that’s where blacks and robots and machines really come together – not just in a clever, theoretical formulation. It’s there in history. It’s why Robert Johnson wants to have sex with his phonograph.”

Read more from an edited transcript in The Chronic: The Invention of Zimbabwe.

Time Signatures Overtures

Time is but a moment in a capsule …

jazz music told me so

but also insisted that i remember

that it ain’t necessarily so

we’ve drifted in and out

to and fro

the storied shores of love

with music as the sea of reeds

with music as a seed

bearing the living trees

with blood on the leaves

we have seen many visions

conquered in many battles

with love and music

as a spear as well as a shield

with love and music carrying us

we found firm ground

even as we steadied ourselves to take off

in full flight

love music our meditation

our rhythmic blue teacher paying fullest attention

love is incense dispelling the tension

vibrating heartical flame

thawing the chill in the room

a way out of no way

respecting no man

just having its own way