Barry Jenkins' vital portrait of a South Florida youth revisits the
character at three stages in his life, offering rich insights into the
contemporary African-American experience.
What does it mean to be Black in America today? That
question, too big for any one film to...
Saturday, 25 February 2017
Tuesday, 29 November 2016
The Art Of Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Expressionism
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“The heaviest burden of all is the pressure of the war and the increasing superficiality. It gives me incessantly the impression of a bloody carnival. I feel as though the outcome is in the air and everything...
Woman At Point Zero. Story of female destiny
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“Let me speak. Do not interrupt me. I have no time to listen to you,”
The story of firdaus is a remarkable one, it represents the hardships women go through...
Thursday, 3 November 2016
Nawal el Saadawi : Egyptian feminist, author, and acitivist.
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“ I just wept, and called out to my mother for help. But the worst shock of all was when I looked around and found her standing by my side. Yes. It was her, I could not be mistaken, in flesh and blood, right in the midst of these strangers, talking to them and smiling at them...
Tuesday, 1 November 2016
Beat Generation Impact On Moroccan Youth
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" I
saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked,
dragging
themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry
fix,
angelheaded
hipsters...
Thursday, 22 September 2016
Art : Introduction to Performance Art
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Marina Abramovič, “Balkan Baroque”, 1997
Biennale di Venezia
Performance art is a genre of art where the body is used as a medium between the artist and audience instead of the Canvas and paint. It came as a reaction to Abstract Art, as well as the cruelty of the politics in the 20th century. Performance...
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
Alone Together. Our Souls At Night, by Kent Haruf
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In the last few
months, nights became unbearable, memories came crawling back and hit
me harder every time, I cry myself to sleep, partly out of
indecision, and disappointment. I am twenty one years old, and I feel
like my life has...