#bambula

[fiercerthanyou]

Fulvia With the Head of Cicero

Fulvia Flacca Bambula, 77-40 BC. J.-C., The wife of Marc Antoine, plays with the decapitated head of Cicero, executed on the orders of her husband.

Descended by her mother from Scipio Africanus, she is the first Roman woman to appear on a contemporary coinage.

Pavel Svedomsky, 1898,

Oil on Canvas,

Height: 67.5 cm (26.5 in); width: 138.5 cm (54.5 in)

[decadentworld]

They want to revert abortion rights even in cases of rape... Like I’m not surprised at all but I’d hoped it wouldn’t be this quick

[rozieramati]

jg white bambula seams dress

[history-of-fashion]

1925-1930 Silk double taffeta and bambula dress embroidered with beads (by unknown designer, Barcelona, Spain)

(Design Museum of Barcelona)

[historical-kitten]

Women of the Late Republic of Rome & Early Roman Empire on a Modern Date

Cornelia Cinnae

She is absolutely lovely and a sweet soul. The kind of woman you would give up a dowry, your inheritance, and your priesthood for even under the threat of violence. Her ideal date is a tour through a large, public garden. If you end up together, you'll stay together since she inspires that kind of devotion.

Calpurnia

'Stand by your partner' is her motto. Feeling like being Emperor? No problem. She will support you! She'll also finance your date and take you to a public festival to show off your relationship. (Watch out for nearly naked men with crowns.) If she happens to have a weird dream, just listen to her, okay?

Servilia Caepionis

She will take you to a remote, romantic place with candles and gauzy curtains. Dinner AND breakfast will be in bed. The conversation is stimulating, she's beautiful and intelligent, and she knows all the best gossip in town. She will send love notes to your Senate meetings/workplace during the day.

Fulvia Flacca Bambula

She tends to prefer handsome individuals, but once she's loyal to you, she'll be your Ride or Die. (And she doesn't care who has to die to get what you both deserve.) Date wise, Fulvia would enjoy something active and exciting. Take her to a sporting event, a Ninja Warrior competition, an escape room, or go on a hike. She'd love to follow that with a sumptuous dinner and the severed heads of your enemies laid before you in time to enjoy dessert.

Livia Drusilla

Much like Fulvia, this woman is an ideal partner for those who want power. Unlike Fulvia, she's subtle about it. Livia is clever, influential, and could be the perfect politician's wife. Due to her work ethic, she could use a relaxing spa date that includes a massage. Don't worry, the poisoning thing is only a rumor. (And doesn't everyone deserve better than Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus?)

Octavia Minor

An absolute sweetheart, she is the kindest of the bunch and "a marvel of womankind." Octavia loves the arts, so heading to an art museum, a play, or even a poetry reading would be appreciated. This woman will literally go to the ends of the earth for you--including Athens after you finish a terrible military campaign. She's the complete package, but keep two things in mind. One: she comes with children and most likely will adopt more. Two: she also comes with her brother Octavian/Augustus as a possible new in-law.

Porcia Catonis Brutus

Affectionate and intelligent, she's a deeply loyal choice. She will remind you of your good qualities and keep you on the correct path so long as you trust her with your burdens. She will even support your need for a political assassination. Her ideal date may actually be a masquerade ball. You get to dress up, dance, wear masks, and it would really be a perfect time for a side meeting of similarly inclined couples. (Possibly Junia Tertia could come with her partner, for instance.)

Clodia Metelli

Her ideal date involves listening to you read her poetry and then a nice picnic outside. She enjoys discussing philosophy as well as every political player in town. She's charming and experienced, just don't expect it to last or you'll end up like Catullus.

Cleopatra VII Thea Philopater

Her charm is famous throughout multiple lands and her wisdom and prowess equally lauded. Not only is she a brilliant politician, she is interested in science, the arts, and can speak over seven languages. Cleo is an amazing partner and her love is worthy of fighting a civil war over. Seriously. As far as dates, she would enjoy a scenic, luxury cruise on the river. Just beware that once you have her in your life, you will be unwilling to live without her.

Julia the Elder/Julia Caesaris filia

She is a very passionate woman who loves literature, culture, and a good nightlife. If you take her on a date, expect to either go for a night of pub crawling or to a fancy cocktail party complete with glittering outfits. Julia wants a good time, but her kindness and empathy are famous, as are her quick wit and rebellious ways. She is worthy of getting yourself exiled or worse over.

Type of post originated by @just-late-roman-republic-things

So many wonderful women to choose from, it was difficult! I just didn't want to have too many choices... Maybe a part two? Junia Tertia, Tullia, Pompeia, Atia, Julia Antonia, Attica are just a few others I wanted to include.

Also Cleopatra was involved with the Late Republic of Rome so I included her even if she is obviously not Roman herself.

Please reblog if you want and definitely vote for the girl bosses.

[theantonian]

Fulvia AR denarius issued by Marcus Antonius. Rome mint, ca. 42 BC, 3.5 gm, 17.0 mm. Ob. draped bust of Fulvia as victory. Rev. victory in biga holding reins of two horses. Inscribed, L MVSSIDIVS LONGVS

Mark Antony's 2nd wife Fulvia was the first roman woman to be portrayed on coins. Beautifully toned attractive portrait of Fulvia Flacca Bambula. Somewhat rough around the edges and the reverse struck slightly off center, otherwise, very fine.

[lanicolpoh]

Sin piedad, dejás atrás un séquito de vana idolatría

Sos tan espectacular que no podés ser mía nada más

(Tenés que ser de todos)

La piel, los labios donde roza la bambula

Serán mi prado, mi vergel

Ya sé

Que el camino a la fama

No significa nada

Si no hay una misión

¿Cuál es?

Hacerte muy putita

Probar tu galletita

Con toda devoción

[calebom]

Carlos Cancio

« Por la encendida calle Antillana va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba »

Acrílico sobre lienzo, 2003

————

MAJESTAD NEGRA

Por: Luis Palés Matos

Por la encendida calle antillana

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula---

Entre dos filas de negras caras.

Ante ella un congo--gongo y maraca--

ritma una conga bomba que bamba.

Culipandeando la Reina avanza,

Y de su inmensa grupa resbalan

Meneos cachondos que el congo cuaja

En ríos de azúcar y de melaza.

Prieto trapiche de sensual zafra,

El caderamen, masa con masa,

Exprime ritmos, suda que sangra,

Y la molienda culmina en danza.

Por la encendida calle antillana

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba.

Flor de Tórtola, rosa de Uganda,

Por ti crepitan bombas y bámbulas;

Por ti en calendas desenfrenadas

Quema la Antilla su sangre ñáñiga.

Haití te ofrece sus calabazas;

Fogosos rones te da Jamaica;

Cuba te dice: ¡dale, mulata!

Y Puerto Rico: ¡melao, melamba!

Sus, mis cocolos de negras caras.

Tronad, tambores; vibrad, maracas.

Por la encendida calle antillana

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula--

Va Tembandumba de la Quimbamba.

—————

Black Majesty

Translated by Paquito D’ Rivera

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba*

Between two rows of black faces

--Rumba, macumba, candombe, bámbula.

Before her, a congo band thumps

A bombastic conga—gongos and maracas.

Moving her hips, the Queen steps up

And her immense buttocks with drums collide

The Congo seductive plays along

In curdled rivers of sugar and molasses.

Brown-skinned mill of sweet sensation,

Her colossal hips, those massive mortars,

Make rhythms ooze, sweat bleed like blood,

And all this grinding ends in dance.

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba.

Flower of Tórtola, Rose of Uganda,

For you the bombas and bambulas crackle.

For you these feverish nights go wild

And set on fire Antilla’s ñáñiga blood.

Haiti offers you its gourds;

Jamaica pours its fiery rums;

Cuba tells you, give us what you got, mulata!

And Puerto Rico: melao, melamba!

Get down, my black-faced love-crazed rascals.

Jangle, drums, and jiggle, maracas.

Down the scorching Antillean street

Goes Tembandumba of the Quimbamba

--Rumba, macamba, candombe, bámbula.

https://open.spotify.com/track/17ICjvFJ3DhbL7INB6OpzE

[southernmermaidsgrotto]

Let's talk about San Baltasar, the Wise King, Saint of Afroargentines.

I think it's extremely interesting how one of the biggest afrodiasporic cults native to Argentina is that of El Santo Negro (the Black Saint) St. Balthazar, the Wise King. Other syncretic saint cults make mention to african deities or saints with titles such as "The Queen of Rivers" or "The Queen of the Sea", making the deities involved easily identifiable, but this cult in particular is one of the most widespread across the black population of Argentina and yet the most elusive in regards to who may be behind the mask. At least, until you pay attention to the details.

The Church first introduced the cult of Catholic Figures and Saints such as San Baltasar (King Balthazar) or San Benito de Palermo (St. Benedict of Palermo, the Moor) as a way to control the enslaved population politically and culturally. Although their goal was to dissipate african religions and install catholicism among them instead, they underestimated black argentines: after much effort, the church allowed the enslaved faithful to organize socially and politically and perform dances, drumming and singing for the saints of their formed Cofradía (similar to a congregation, but including social and political structures within it, naming a king and queen or a president and other culturally and politically significant roles). Thanks to the passing down of african culture and customs through these organized societies and the syncretism within them, we can proudly say the church failed in their attempts. The african spirits are very much still an integral part of afroargentines' lives. Today, although it has spread across the country and beyond, the center of this cult is in it's origin, the capital city of Corrientes, Argentina, in a neighborhood called Cambá Cuá.

The cult to San Baltasar is clearly african in origin, although with indigenous (guaraní) influences, such as calling the saint Santo Cambá/Kambá (Black in guaraní language), calling his statues Cambára'angá (guaraní for Black Figure), and some dancers dressing up as indigenous figures like el pombero, among other things. Thus, it is an afroindigenous cult, developing amongst mixed descendants of african enslaved peoples and guaraní natives. The cult is also a local expression of the most african of customs: ancestral veneration. The festivities honor not only the Saint himself, but all the black ancestors before us who are present in pictures at the altar, and answer to the call of the drums. The color red, that covers the saint and adorns his followers, is the color of warriors and protection in African Traditional Religions. He's offered food and drink (such as wine and traditionally made sangría), and most importantly dance and drums. He is invoked and honored, along with the ancestors, through drumming and dancing, through La llamada a San Baltasar and Saludos de Tambores a los Santos Cambá (Calling Saint Balthazar and Drum Salutations to the Black Saints).

His festivities, held in Corrientes around Epiphany, from January 1st to the 6th, include dancing afroargentinean rhythms such as diverse forms of candombe and samba. Particularly, he was traditionally honored with a dance called bambula, a form of ring dance where women move in short and slow steps, barely lifting their feet, while men jump in the air, and where one singer sings a phrase that is then repeated or answered by the others present. This kind of dance is native to Congo and Angola, and widely practiced by enslaved people and their descendants in the Southern United States, the Caribbean, Brazil, Argentina and Uruguay. The music used to this day to petition favors, to invoke his spirit into his image and even dispel or call thunderstorms or other natural phenomena, is called charanda and includes drums, guitars and triangles. Just like in other afrodiasporic devotional and resistance dances, these dances involve Kings and Queens of the dance, a hierarchy of drummers including those called Master drummers, and a hierarchy of the drums themselves as Chico, Repique and Piano.

If you compare him to Xangó...

He carries a double-headed axe. He's often depicted wearing a crown. His colors are, surprisingly, also white and red, with gold accents. Also a King and a warrior, also associated with thunderstorms and fire, drums and dance. His followers also wear white and red beaded collares. Ringing any bells...?

Now, I am not saying they are the same Spirit, but there is an undeniable resemblance. You come to your own conclusions. It's kind of obvious that this afrodiasporic cult stems from either (a) a hidden, veiled cult to the orisha(s) or (b) a syncretic cult to african deities (not only orishas but maybe other african spirits too). There is, after all, strong ties not only to Yorubaland but also to Dahomey, Kongo, etc. Just in this instance, the spirit may resemble an orisha but the rhythms and dance are from kongo, so there is much more to it than just one or the other. There is a culture of resistance born from the union of Nations through music, faith and tradition.

Sources:

None of the images here belong to me: San Baltazar and festivities [1,2,3,4-6] and Xangó [1]

Festividad de San Baltasar : performances artístico-religiosas de la cofradía de la ciudad de Corrientes, by Cavalieri, Ana Belén, Universidad Nacional del Nordeste. Facultad de Artes, Diseño y Ciencias de la Cultura, 2018. Available for download at [Link]

San Baltazar, Historias de Corrientes at [Link]

The bamboula Lineage at [Link]

The Orishas, Indiana University at [Link]

[sanctuamrio]

Tu piel, los labios donde roza la bambula

Serán mi prado, mi vergel.

[solotubajoelcielo]

La remera de Zeppelin

Por Julia González, publicado en La remera de Zeppelin – ArteZeta

Tenía 16 años cuando decidí qué remera escucharía el resto de mi vida. Y fue un fallo inamovible, un decreto a todas las luces autoritario aunque también vanidoso: Zeppelin me hacía imaginar.

Sabía a ciencia cierta que era la mejor banda del mundo. Y no hubo vuelta atrás. Me emputecí escuchando hasta morir la banda del dios rubio y conocí mil historias de magia negra de Jimmy Page en su castillo con el monstruo del Lago Ness. Supe de memoria los diálogos de The song remains the same y las vueltas raras e inentendibles de las canciones en vivo; compré toda revista que trajera pósters y letras de canciones en inglés y traducidas. Mi padre estampó la cara de Robert Plant en un almohadón que abrazaba por las noches, y volví loca a mi madre con el vhs de los videos truchos que compré por catálogo en La Mula, el local rockero del barrio. A los 19 lloré en la parte que Jimmy Page sube la montaña y señala al brujo que es él mismo; pero cuando el tiempo vuelve atrás, Page deviene en feto y renace luego, a través de unos rayos poderosos. Era tremenda esta escena para mí.

A los 16 fui a ver a Page y Plant a Ferro. Vimos primero a Black Crowes y comí un Sin Parar sentada como indio en el campo, acompañada por mi novio de ese entonces, el culpable de mi fanatismo zepp. No podía moverme mucho porque esa tarde andaba dando vueltas un punto rojo que me dejó los ojos del mismo color y los sentidos alterados aunque en paz, lista para ser abducida por la música. La noche anterior al show de Ferro soñé con ellos. Page me abrazaba y me envolvía en un sobretodo negro, largo, igual al que usa en el último recital de Londres. Cuando vi ese dvd flashé; era igual a mi sueño de casi veinte años atrás.

Llevaba siempre en el morral el Phisical Grafitti para ponerlo en los bares o en los pooles de San Martín. Houses of the holy, y el Zeppelin II también. A los 18 bauticé mi cuarto como Recintos de lo sagrado; así también le habíamos puesto al sótano del colegio, donde bajábamos a fumar y donde de vez en cuando nos venía a buscar la Riviere. “Pero no nos gusta matemáticas”, le decíamos apagando el cigarro. Así nos la llevamos. Pero teníamos que negociar, entonces en las clases de la Riviere sonaba Zeppelin III, el más acústico. Así al menos nos mantenían mansitas. Nos quedábamos en la clase escuchando música mientras jugábamos al truco.

Pero a pesar de mi fanatismo nunca tuve una puta remera de Zeppelin. No conseguía. O no buscaba. Mi atuendo se reducía a un par de camisas de bambula o a trajecitos cuando a los 19 empecé a trabajar en oficinas con tacos y demás. Hasta que cumplí los 30 y mi amiga Cesiones me dio mi regalo: una caja de zapatos enorme con treinta regalos dentro, uno por año, entre ellos (claro que sí!) mi primera y única remera de Zeppelin. Y la primera novela de Haruki Murakami, La caza del carnero salvaje, imposible de conseguir en ese entonces. Cuenta la leyenda que Cesiones recorrió mil casas de remeras rockeras, buscó por internet y preguntó a todo el mundo a fin de dar con una zeppeliana linda, femenina y chiquita. En esta foto estoy posando con un disco de Los Stones, la única remera rockera que tuve en mi adolescencia pero como me quedaba grande, estaba colgada en una pared en mi cuarto, mi preciado recinto de lo sagrado.//∆z

Foto de Lina Etchesuri

Julia González es periodista y poeta. Desde 2005 es redactora del Suplemento Joven NO de Página/12 y actualmente también escribe en Espectáculos. Editó la revista The Gallery y colaboró para varias publicaciones como Lonely Planet y Cielos Argentinos. Escribió en la revista La Mano y fundó en 2005, junto a un grupo de amigos, la desaparecida El Silencio, una web de rock y cultura under. Organizó ciclos de poesía, como Cronotopo en el Club Cultural Matienzo, y llevó a cabo ¡Que viva la poesía! en el Bar de Rodney. Full of love es su primer libro de poesía, el cual sigue presentando en las diversas lecturas de Buenos Aires. Conduce también Rock & Text, programa de poesía y rock, por radio La Rocker. Actualmente está corrigiendo su segundo poemario, Capilla.

*Publicado en 2012.

[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Rita Montezuma (ritamontezuma)

What: Sophie and Lucie Victoria Bambula Tile Dress (295.00€) When: Instagram - May 30, 2024

Worn with: Sophie and Lucie bag, Paros mules

[888n]

La piel, los labios

Donde roza la bambula

Serán mi prado, mi vergel.

[ibdiit]

Ndenge nini okoki kozwa mbongo mingi na nzela ya Internet na 2023? Motambwisi na biso mobimba

Na bambula oyo euti koleka, bato mingi babandi koluka ndenge ya kozwa mbongo na nzela ya Internet. Na nzela ya bokoli ya ecommerce, media social, mpe ba plateformes indépendantes, ezali na mabaku oyo ezangi nsuka ya kozwa mbongo na nzela ya mosala ya internet. Na lisolo oyo, tokotalela mwa mayele ya malamu mpo na kozwa mbongo na nzela ya Internet, kokabola likambo yango na baparagrafe ya…

[boricuacherry-blog]

Through the fiery Antillean street

goes Tembandumba de la

Quimbamba

-rumba, macumba, candombe, condone, bambula -

Between two rows of black faces.

Before her a congo - gongo and maraca -

Rhythm a conga bamba that bamba

Culipandeando the Queen advances,

And wiggles slip from her immense rump,

that the gong curdles in rivers of sugar and molasses,

A dark sugar mill of sensual harvest,

Hipmen, dough with dough,

Squeeze rhythms, bleeding sweat, and the grind culminates into dance,

Mis cocolos de negras caras

-Luis Pales Matos