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IMILINGO {An art science by Nomcebisi Moyikwa and Qhawe Vumase} 2022

The process:

willing

praying --- what is my name

and become --again

and --again --from nothing

into something;

antithesis

(so cold like chrome)

\ veneration to the avenues

=memory.

"and again we find ourselves...somethings into nothing. "

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Credits:

Sound technologist Mlondiwethu Dubazane "Guitar Flew Flute" performed in Durban 26th March 2022

A necessary reflection and re-visitation of agitative states, through the lens(es) of what has felt like being grown [too quick], being ‘too’ anything and centering, glacially, to one’s homing beacon [if any] among the deep salvage of the ancestral rivers, imaginative languages and patterns, art/identiable history(s) that I vibrate mad-real for. Home is somewhere in-btwn inter-realm playing/escape prisms. 

 NB I f*****g love mystique/mythical elements of life. Don't lose that, not yet/ever! It’s a whooole fabric and cosmos of its own; a worthy state to find oneself in, altho highly feared. Overly gassed up, and too many souls promised anything otherwise---for better?

With tenderness, chaotic endotic and ukuzithoba.