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personal artwork inspired by Shoshanna Weinberger

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personal artwork inspired by Wangetchi Mutu

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personal artwork inspired by Zanele Muholi 

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Blaxploitation

“So the video is basically kind of like in the style of Godzilla. But instead of there being this huge obscene creature terrorizing a town, it's this little baby and he's going around and he's destroying the city. But it's showing like a take on how I think white America sometimes views black people, almost as this unrealistic fear of black people or people of color — what you don't know. But then, by the end, of it it pulls out and it shows is just a baby in a playground.” 

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“The Chicago rapper’s second album is a transcendent coming-of-age tale built around cosmic jazz and neo-soul, delivered by a woman deeply invested in her interiority and that of the world around her.”

-Briana Younger, Pitchfork 

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“Noname has invented herself as a nonchalant counterbalance to mass-market hip-hop. In “Self,” the brief track that opens the album, she taunts, “Y’all really thought a bitch couldn’t rap?,” but her delivery is far from pushy or confrontational. She’s above it all, laughing at how nonsensical that idea was.”

-Jon Pareles, New York Times 

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Popular rhetorical artifact 

I put the lyrics I found particularly relevant for this week’s readings and subject in bold. 

[Verse 1] Maybe this the album you listen to in your car When you driving home late at night Really questioning every god, religion, Kanye, bitches Maybe this is the entrance before you get to the river A heaven before the heathen no reason for you to like me Maybe this your wifey just wanting a clean divorce The baby ain’t really yours, this really for babies teething And chicken wings under-seasoned Y'all really thought a bitch couldn’t rap huh? Maybe this your answer for that, a crack era The Reagan administration that niggas are still scared of Nah actually this is for me This one for TT at the lake serving the mac and the cheese This one a small apology for all the calls that I screened [Verse 2] Mr. Money Man, Mr. Every Day He Got Me Mr. Wifing Me Down, Mr. Me-Love, Mr. Miyagi Miscellaneous, Mr. Molly Inside My Sake Incredible, incredible emptiness in my body Heaven’s only four-feet tall, I set my ringer to it Fucked your rapper homie, now his ass is making better music My pussy teachin ninth-grade English My pussy wrote a thesis on colonialism In conversation with a marginal system in love with Jesus And y'all still thought a bitch couldn’t rap huh? Maybe this your answer for that good pussy I know niggas only talk about money and good pussy

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Noname- Don’t Forget About Me (Lyrics)

[Verse 1]

Your family looking like a prison Your momma at the table cryin All her hair gone Feeling fishy Finding Chemo Smoking seaweed for calm These Disney movies too close He title emo Noname thank you for your sweet Telefone It saves lives The secret is I’m actually broken I tried to raise a healer kneeling at the edge of the ocean Somebody, somebody said it saves lives Who holds my hand at night? I think the glass half full Who brought me back to Inglewood, I shouldn’t bleed this good Holy conundrum I'ma pray to hope the bank account wishin’ both of my loved ones Tell ‘em Noname still don’t got no money Tell ‘em Noname almost passed out drinking Secret is, she really think it saves lives Somebody hit D'Angelo, I think I need him on this one Brothers and sisters, mommas, cousins, uncles, everyone Missing somebody Dancing daylight [Hook] I know everyone goes some day I know my body’s fragile, know it’s made from clay But if I have to go, I pray my soul is still eternal And my momma don’t forget about me I pray my momma don’t forget about me I pray my granny don’t forget about me I know everyone goes some day I know my body’s fragile, know it’s made from clay But if I have to go, I pray my soul is still eternal And my momma don’t forget about me I pray my momma don’t forget about me I pray my daddy don’t forget about me [Verse 2] Let’s get down to the nitty gritty, changed my city Titties 13k, the pretty costs these days My doctor really love me, I’m only half awake I just came from the funeral, my ugly passed away Welcome to Beverly Hills Welcome to Vicodin, I took the pills I think they save lives I just hope that they pray All I am is everything and nothing at all All I am is shoulder for your heart to lean on All I am is love, all I am is love [Hook] I know everyone goes some day I know my body’s fragile, know it’s made from clay But if I have to go, I pray my soul is still eternal And my momma don’t forget about me I pray my momma don’t forget about me I pray my granny don’t forget about me I know everyone goes some day I know my body’s fragile, know it’s made from clay But if I have to go, I pray my soul is still eternal And my momma don’t forget about me I pray my momma don’t forget about me I pray my granny don’t forget about me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ri3kH4YxQOM

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PARADISE || NONAME

SHE IS SO STUNNING WOW

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“Paradise” will always be my favorite song by Noname

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Self love Packs by Histerismobg

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Frida Khalo by Campos Jesses

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via @robinvanhalteren

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Kara Walker, Subtlety, 2014 In late spring of 2014, Creative Time presented the first large-scale public project by Kara Walker, one of the most important artists of our era. Sited in the sprawling industrial relics of Brooklyn’s legendary Domino Sugar Factory, Walker’s physically and conceptually expansive installation—a massive, sugar-coated sphinx-like woman—responded to the building and its history.

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“It draws strongly on the complexity of heritage and assumed norms as she goes about defining the female archetype” - ART SY on Shoshanna Weinberger’s work. The same sentiment could be used to describe Noname’s lyrical creations, too. 

Lipstick Heels Wearing Liz Lips, 2014, by Shoshanna Weinberger

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“For me, not having a name expands my creativity. I’m able to do anything. Noname could potentially be a nurse, Noname could be a screenwriter. I’m not limited to any one category of art or other existence, on a more existential level”

- Noname, quoted by Kiana Fitzgerald 

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“My pussy teaching ninth-grade English,

My pussy wrote a thesis on colonialism

In conversation with a marginal system in love with Jesus”

Self // Noname