#bambula

[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)

[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

[sanctuamrio]

Tu piel, los labios donde roza la bambula

Serán mi prado, mi vergel.

[rich4a1]

Alex "Apolo" Ayala & The Bambula Project AFRO PUERTO RICAN JAZZ

ALEX “APOLO” AYALA & THE BÁMBULA PROJECT AFRO PUERTO RICAN JAZZ Miel Music Alex “Apolo” Ayala, bass; Fernando Garcia, drums; Victor Pablo Garcia, percussion; Nelson Matthew Gonzalez, requinto drum; Andrew Gould, alto and soprano saxophones. The Alex “Apolo” Ayala music rumbles with percussive drive. His Bámbula Project members are vibrant and bring exciting Afro-Puerto Rican energy to this…

[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…

[flammentanz]

"Two gentlemen and a dog go for a sporty run."

Vasily Livanov as Sherlock Holmes and Vitaly Solomin as Dr. John H. Watson in "The Treasures of Agra"

We are listening to the voices of Wolfgang Lohse and Erik Veldre.

Tory, the tracking dog, is played by Bambula, in real life the dog of Vasily Livanov. The little bulldog was even mentioned in the opening credits

[delectablyunabashedcreator]

See article for review, upcoming performance!

[theantonian]

IULLUS ANTONIUS: Antony's only surviving son

He was the son of the Triumvir Mark Antony and his second wife Fulvia Flacca Bambula.

He was raised in his father's divorced wife Octavia's household after he was orphaned when his father committed suicide following his defeat at the battle of Actium in 30 BC.

Iullus was to leave for Alexandria along with this elder brother Marcus Antonius Antyllus according to their father's wishes sometime in 34 BC, but for reasons unknown, his stepmother Octavia only sent Antyllus and kept him with her.

Named after Julius Caesar by his father, Iullus married his stepsister Claudia Marcella Major after her divorce from Agrippa in 21 BC. He became praetor in 13 BC, consul in 10 BC and Asian proconsul in 7 BC and was said to be highly regarded by Augustus. He is mentioned by Horace in his own poetry where he speaks of an occasion when Iullus intended to write a higher kind of poetry praising Augustus for his alleged success in Gaul. Iullus was a poet and is credited with having written twelve volumes of poetry on Diomedia sometime before 13 BC, which were destroyed after his death.

Although when it began is unsure, Iullus became a lover of Julia the Elder. Marcus Agrippa died in 12 BC and Julia had been forced to remarry her stepbrother, Tiberius. Julia's marriage to her stepbrother had become a disaster and she was desperate to divorce him. Tiberius had left Rome in 8 BC leaving Julia and her five children by Agrippa, Gaius Caesar, Lucius Caesar, Julia the Younger, Agrippina the Elder, and Agrippa Postumus, in Rome. Julia felt that her children were unprotected and may have approached Iullus to be a protector for her children, especially her two elder sons, Gaius Caesar and Lucius Caesar, who were Augustus' joint heirs.

Tacitus censures Augustus in “calling, as he did, a vice so habitual among men and women by the awful name of sacrilege and treason, he went far beyond the indulgent spirit of our ancestors, beyond indeed his own legislation.”

In the telling of Cassius Dio:

when [Augustus] at length discovered that his daughter Julia was so dissolute in her conduct as actually to take part in revels and drinking bouts at night in the Forum and on the very rostra, he became exceedingly angry. He had surmised even before this time that she was not leading a straight life but refused to believe it. For those who hold positions of command, it appears, are acquainted with everything else better than with their own affairs; and although their own deeds do not escape the knowledge of their associates, they have no precise information regarding what their associates do. In the present instance, when Augustus learned what was going on, he gave way to a rage so violent that he could not keep the matter to himself but went so far as to communicate it to senate. As a result, Julia was banished to the island of Pandateria, lying off Campania, and her mother Scribonia voluntarily accompanied her. Of the men who had enjoyed her favours, Iullus Antonius, on the ground that his conduct had been prompted by designs upon the monarchy, was put to death along with other prominent persons, while the remainder were banished to islands. And since there was a tribune among them, he was not tried until he had completed his term of office. As a result of this affair many other women, too, were accused of similar behaviour, but the emperor would not entertain all the suits; instead, he set a definite date as a limit and forbade all prying into what had occurred previous to that time. For although in the case of his daughter he would show no mercy, remarking that he would rather have been Phoebe’s father than hers, he nevertheless was disposed to spare the rest. This Phoebe had been a freedwoman of Julia’s and her accomplice and had voluntarily taken her own life before she could be punished. It was for this that Augustus praised her.

Both contemporary and modern historians have suggested Iullus had designs upon the monarchy and wanted to marry Julia before her children Gaius and Lucius came of age possibly to form some sort of regency. Although no substantial evidence was ever provided by Augustus for such a claim. It is possible that she planned to divorce Tiberius and make Iullus Antonius protector of her sons.

The scandal finally broke in 2 BC, Augustus took action on his daughter Julia's alleged promiscuity. Iullus was exposed as her prominent lover. The other men accused of adultery with Julia were exiled but Iullus was not so lucky. He was charged with treason and sentenced to death. He was either executed or according to Velleius Paterculus, died by his own hand rather than be humiliated by execution.

He had at least 3 children with Claudia Marcella, namely Iullus Antonius, Lucius Antonius and Iulla Antonia.

Image: Juan Diego Botto as Iullus Antonius in Imperium: Augustus

[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

[kocourmokroocko]

v každým bambulovi je ještě větší, horší bambula, kterej se touží dostat ven