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4eternal-life · 3 years

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MANIFESTO OF FUTURISM /The Futurist Manifesto

by Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, february 20th, 1909

We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.

The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt.

Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist.

We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath ... a roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.

We want to sing the man at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the earth, itself hurled along its orbit.

The poet must spend himself with warmth, glamour and prodigality to increase the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.

Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them to bow before man.

We are on the extreme promontory of the centuries! What is the use of looking behind at the moment when we must open the mysterious shutters of the impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed.

We want to glorify war — the only cure for the world — militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for woman.

We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist and utilitarian cowardice.

We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds

We have been up all night, my friends and I, beneath mosque lamps whose brass cupolas are bright as our souls, because like them they were illuminated by the internal glow of electric hearts. And trampling underfoot our native sloth on opulent Persian carpets, we have been discussing right up to the limits of logic and scrawling the paper with demented writing.

Our hearts were filled with an immense pride at feeling ourselves standing quite alone, like lighthouses or like the sentinels in an outpost, facing the army of enemy stars encamped in their celestial bivouacs. Alone with the engineers in the infernal stokeholes of great ships, alone with the black spirits which rage in the belly of rogue locomotives, alone with the drunkards beating their wings against the walls.

Then we were suddenly distracted by the rumbling of huge double decker trams that went leaping by, streaked with light like the villages celebrating their festivals, which the Po in flood suddenly knocks down and uproots, and, in the rapids and eddies of a deluge, drags down to the sea.

Then the silence increased. As we listened to the last faint prayer of the old canal and the crumbling of the bones of the moribund palaces with their green growth of beard, suddenly the hungry automobiles roared beneath our windows.

"Come, my friends!" I said. "Let us go! At last Mythology and the mystic cult of the ideal have been left behind. We are going to be present at the birth of the centaur and we shall soon see the first angels fly! We must break down the gates of life to test the bolts and the padlocks! Let us go! Here is they very first sunrise on earth! Nothing equals the splendor of its red sword which strikes for the first time in our millennial darkness."

We went up to the three snorting machines to caress their breasts. I lay along mine like a corpse on its bier, but I suddenly revived again beneath the steering wheel — a guillotine knife — which threatened my stomach. A great sweep of madness brought us sharply back to ourselves and drove us through the streets, steep and deep, like dried up torrents. Here and there unhappy lamps in the windows taught us to despise our mathematical eyes. "Smell," I exclaimed, "smell is good enough for wild beasts!"

And we hunted, like young lions, death with its black fur dappled with pale crosses, who ran before us in the vast violet sky, palpable and living.

And yet we had no ideal Mistress stretching her form up to the clouds, nor yet a cruel Queen to whom to offer our corpses twisted into the shape of Byzantine rings! No reason to die unless it is the desire to be rid of the too great weight of our courage!

We drove on, crushing beneath our burning wheels, like shirt-collars under the iron, the watch dogs on the steps of the houses.

Death, tamed, went in front of me at each corner offering me his hand nicely, and sometimes lay on the ground with a noise of creaking jaws giving me velvet glances from the bottom of puddles.

"Let us leave good sense behind like a hideous husk and let us hurl ourselves, like fruit spiced with pride, into the immense mouth and breast of the world! Let us feed the unknown, not from despair, but simply to enrich the unfathomable reservoirs of the Absurd!"

As soon as I had said these words, I turned sharply back on my tracks with the mad intoxication of puppies biting their tails, and suddenly there were two cyclists disapproving of me and tottering in front of me like two persuasive but contradictory reasons. Their stupid swaying got in my way. What a bore! Pouah! I stopped short, and in disgust hurled myself — vlan! — head over heels in a ditch.

Oh, maternal ditch, half full of muddy water! A factory gutter! I savored a mouthful of strengthening muck which recalled the black teat of my Sudanese nurse!

As I raised my body, mud-spattered and smelly, I felt the red hot poker of joy deliciously pierce my heart. A crowd of fishermen and gouty naturalists crowded terrified around this marvel. With patient and tentative care they raised high enormous grappling irons to fish up my car, like a vast shark that had run aground. It rose slowly leaving in the ditch, like scales, its heavy coachwork of good sense and its upholstery of comfort.

We thought it was dead, my good shark, but I woke it with a single caress of its powerful back, and it was revived running as fast as it could on its fins.

Then with my face covered in good factory mud, covered with metal scratches, useless sweat and celestial grime, amidst the complaint of staid fishermen and angry naturalists, we dictated our first will and testament to all the living men on earth.

It is in Italy that we are issuing this manifesto of ruinous and incendiary violence, by which we today are founding Futurism, because we want to deliver Italy from its gangrene of professors, archaeologists, tourist guides and antiquaries.

Italy has been too long the great second-hand market. We want to get rid of the innumerable museums which cover it with innumerable cemeteries.

Museums, cemeteries! Truly identical in their sinister juxtaposition of bodies that do not know each other. Public dormitories where you sleep side by side for ever with beings you hate or do not know. Reciprocal ferocity of the painters and sculptors who murder each other in the same museum with blows of line and color. To make a visit once a year, as one goes to see the graves of our dead once a year, that we could allow! We can even imagine placing flowers once a year at the feet of the Gioconda! But to take our sadness, our fragile courage and our anxiety to the museum every day, that we cannot admit! Do you want to poison yourselves? Do you want to rot?

What can you find in an old picture except the painful contortions of the artist trying to break uncrossable barriers which obstruct the full expression of his dream?

To admire an old picture is to pour our sensibility into a funeral urn instead of casting it forward with violent spurts of creation and action. Do you want to waste the best part of your strength in a useless admiration of the past, from which you will emerge exhausted, diminished, trampled on?

Indeed daily visits to museums, libraries and academies (those cemeteries of wasted effort, calvaries of crucified dreams, registers of false starts!) is for artists what prolonged supervision by the parents is for intelligent young men, drunk with their own talent and ambition.

For the dying, for invalids and for prisoners it may be all right. It is, perhaps, some sort of balm for their wounds, the admirable past, at a moment when the future is denied them. But we will have none of it, we, the young, strong and living Futurists!

Let the good incendiaries with charred fingers come! Here they are! Heap up the fire to the shelves of the libraries! Divert the canals to flood the cellars of the museums! Let the glorious canvases swim ashore! Take the picks and hammers! Undermine the foundation of venerable towns!

The oldest among us are not yet thirty years old: we have therefore at least ten years to accomplish our task. When we are forty let younger and stronger men than we throw us in the waste paper basket like useless manuscripts! They will come against us from afar, leaping on the light cadence of their first poems, clutching the air with their predatory fingers and sniffing at the gates of the academies the good scent of our decaying spirits, already promised to the catacombs of the libraries.

But we shall not be there. They will find us at last one winter's night in the depths of the country in a sad hangar echoing with the notes of the monotonous rain, crouched near our trembling aeroplanes, warming our hands at the wretched fire which our books of today will make when they flame gaily beneath the glittering flight of their pictures.

They will crowd around us, panting with anguish and disappointment, and exasperated by our proud indefatigable courage, will hurl themselves forward to kill us, with all the more hatred as their hearts will be drunk with love and admiration for us. And strong healthy Injustice will shine radiantly from their eyes. For art can only be violence, cruelty, injustice.

The oldest among us are not yet thirty, and yet we have already wasted treasures, treasures of strength, love, courage and keen will, hastily, deliriously, without thinking, with all our might, till we are out of breath.

Look at us! We are not out of breath, our hearts are not in the least tired. For they are nourished by fire, hatred and speed! Does this surprise you? it is because you do not even remember being alive! Standing on the world's summit, we launch once more our challenge to the stars!

Your objections? All right! I know them! Of course! We know just what our beautiful false intelligence affirms: "We are only the sum and the prolongation of our ancestors," it says. Perhaps! All right! What does it matter? But we will not listen! Take care not to repeat those infamous words! Instead, lift up your head!

Standing on the world's summit we launch once again our insolent challenge to the stars!

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moonsandmelodies · 4 years

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My Top 10 Albums of 2019

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Pleased to say I had trouble fitting this into a top ten. While I hope for some changes to the trends with the new decade coming, this was a great year for overall quality music and I look forward to finding more. In the meantime, here’s what I liked best. I should note the final order is a bit rough.

I list some EPs and honorable mentions below my #1 as well. SO many albums sat in a ‘close but not quite’ spot for me this time, but the sheer amount is certainly something.

10. SODA Lite - Vale & Stone / Soda Lite continues to make the most cleansing ‘nu age’ around, complete with synth mallets that make it sound like a molten forest you can drink. Listen to this outside! Listen to “Vale & Stone”

9. Caroline Polachek - Pang: Not every day you hear vocal sky-dives like hers on the same album as A.G. Cook, a yacht rock update and a sweet ballad that sounds like new age Imogen Heap... Which is why this is good. Listen to “Go As a Dream”

8. Teebs - Anicca: I worry his palette is getting plainer (not enough synths and bells, too much guitar!) but we just don’t have anyone in e-music like Teebs. Listening to him feels like napping in a painter’s garden and you can’t tell the difference between his world and yours. Full review here. Listen to “Marcel”

7. Sudan Archives - Athena: Sudan fuses organic e-music and her own calming voice with truly epic violin riffs like a brew in her garden. Interesting to hear the influence of Sudanese fiddle in this context. Listen to “Confessions”

6. Karen O & Danger Mouse - Lux Prima: My favorite modern punk singer teams with a Gorillaz producer and 70′s soundtrack fan. Somehow their pairing sounds too plain here and there, but they’re never low on ideas and sometimes fascinating. Listen to “Nox Lumina”

5. Nonlocal Forecast (Angel Marcloid) - Bubble Universe!: Colorful new agey jazz fusion enamored with the digital 90′s. Somehow equal parts giddy and serene, a real mood-booster if you find digital synths and/or MIDI game soundtracks fun at all. Listen to “The Evolutionary Game”

4. Angel Olsen - All Mirrors: String section takes an expressive voice beyond with a knack for powerful slow-burns. Don’t miss this if you like baroque/chamber pop (or the idea of it, even!). Listen to “Summer”

2/3. Ioanna Gika - Thalassa: Layer upon layer of swooning vocals fit for This Mortal Coil and complete with strings, synths and urgent rhythms; a must-hear for anyone wanting a more flexible take on the 80s goth trademarks. Listen to “Swan”

2/3. La Feline - Vie Future: Imagine if a dreamy French siren like Mylene Farmer or Camille worked with Broadcast or Ghost Box producers. Or maybe a floating forest in an old sci-fi movie. That’s this album. Listen to “Visions de dieu”

1. Kelsey Lu - Blood: Beyond promising and multi-talented new artist you may know from collabs with Blood Orange and Solange; great cello as expected with sublime vocals, ghostly folk ballads, eclectic pop songs, an electronic 10cc cover and more surprises. Listen to “Rebel”

EPs:

Brothertiger - A Chain of Islands / Chillwave, synth-pop. Listen to “Prideland”

Flying Lotus - INFINITY Infinitum / Nu jazz, spiritual jazz, neo soul. Listen to “MmmHmm”

Natasha Kmeto - Verse/Versus / Alt R&B, neo soul, synth-pop. Listen to “Count To 5″

Hinako Omori - Voyage / Progressive electronic, ambient. Listen to "Teleport"

Sulli - Goblin / K-pop, synth-pop. Listen to “Dorothy”

Suiyoubi no Campanella & Oorutaichi - Yakushima Treasure / J-folk, avant folk.

Honorable mentions:

Bat For Lashes - Lost Girls / Art pop, synth-pop, dreamy, fantasy. Listen to “Jasmine”

CFCF - Liquid Colours / Drum and bass, new age, 90s spa music? Listen to “Green District”

Helado Negro - This Is How You Smile / Indie electronic, dream pop, folktronica. Listen to “Please Won’t Please”

Jorja Chalmers - Human Again / Electronic, ambient, soundtrack-ish. Listen to “She Made Him Love Again”

Maria Usbeck - Envejeciendo / Synth-pop, downtempo, tropical. Listen to “Retirement Home”

Natalie Rose Lebrecht - Mandarova Rose / Neo-medieval folk, ethereal wave. Listen to “Lost“

Shura - Forevher / Sophisti-pop, R&B. Listen to “Skyline, Be Mine”

SPELLLING - Mazy Fly / Cowgirl synth witch music? Listen to “Hard To Please”

Steve Hauschildt - Nonlin / Space music, prog electronic, ambient. Listen to “Attractor B”

Tei Shi - La Linda / R&B pop, downtempo, dreamy. Listen to “We”

Voyage Futur - Secret Earth / New age. Listen to “Eternal Dawn”

There's more. I could add Lana, Lil Simz, Weyes Blood, Holly, Lizzo and other cult hits, but this is long enough kept to my darkhorse faves. Stay tuned for my 2019 playlist for their proper acknowledgement.

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afrotumble · 4 years

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A Vision of the Tomb by Sudanese politician turned painter Ibrahim El-Salahi

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tasksweekly · 5 years

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[TASK 166: SAHRAWI REPUBLIC]

In celebration of Sahrawi Day of National Unity on October 12th, here’s a masterlist below compiled of over 90+ Sahrawi faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Zahra el Hasnaui Ahmed (1964) Sahrawi - poet.

Dighya Mohammed Salem (1966) Sahrawi - singer.

Aziza Brahim (1976) Sahrawi - actress, singer-songwriter, percussionist, and producer.

Oum / Oum El Ghaït Benessahraoui (1978) Sahrawi - singer-songwriter.

Mariam Bachir (1988) Sahrawi - actress.

Nadhira Mohamed (1989) Sahrawi - actress.

Nazha El Khalidi (1991) Sahrawi - writer.

Meryxbaby96 (1996) Sahrawi - model.

Darjalha Chakour (2001 or 2002) Sahrawi - model.

Saida Charaf (?) Sahrawi - singer-songwriter.

Lala Nouadi (?) Sahrawi / Amazigh Moroccan - youtuber (Lala_Nouadi لالة نوادي فلوق).

Mariam Omar Ahmed (?) Sahrawi - actress.

Hassna Kayati (?) Sahrawi, Moroccan, Egyptian - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Ainina Sidagmet (?) Sahrawi - actress.

Mint Aïchata / Sallam Yamdah (?) Sahrawi - singer, percussionist, and dancer.

Soha (?) Sahrawi / Algerian - singer-songwriter.

Memona Mohamed (?) Sahrawi - actress.

Amina Salem (?) Sahrawi, Sudanese, Fulani Mauritanian, Fulani Senegalese, Fulani Malian - model (instagram: miasalem).

Tarba Bueibu (?) Sahrawi - singer and percussionist.

Halima Jakani (?) Sahrawi - singer and percussionist.

Zunu Berki (?) Sahrawi - drummer.

Naia Aichatu (?) Sahrawi - dancer.

Oùafae Azhane (?) Sahrawi - model.

Lala Mohamed (?) Sahrawi - actress.

Vadia Chein (?) Sahrawi - dancer.

Swelma / Selma Ali Did (?) Sahrawi - singer and dancer (Tiris).

F - Athletes:

Laila Traby / Laila Hmatou-Traby (1979) Sahrawi - middle-distance runner and long-distance runner.

Inma Zanoguera (1995) Sahrawi - basketball player and long-distance runner.

Laila Amaidan (?) Sahrawi - long-distance runner.

Bahia Mahmud Awah (1960) Sahrawi - writer, poet, and journalist.

Ali Anouzla (1963 or 1964) Sahrawi - writer.

Salmou Baamar (1964) Sahrawi - guitarist.

Najm Allal (1966) Sahrawi - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Abderrahman Budda (1968) Sahrawi - writer.

Limam Boicha / Limam Boisha (1972) Sahrawi - poet.

Moulud Yeslem / Mohamed Moulud Yeslem (1977) Sahrawi - filmmaker, photographer, and painter.

Brahim Lambarki (1984) Sahrawi - bassist.

Brahim Chagaf (1988) Sahrawi - filmmaker.

Lupae Filius (1994) Sahrawi / Norwegian - rapper-songwriter, singer, and producer.

Hamza Boussaoula (1994) Sahrawi - guitarist.

FLĩtøøx Crầĩzy (1994) Sahrawi - rapper.

Oussama Ghannam (1995) Sahrawi - youtuber (Oussama Ghannam, Ghannam Family).

Hamza Kouali (2000 or 2001) Sahrawi - model.

Mahfud Aliyen (?) Sahrawi - singer.

Hisham Mayet (?) Sahrawi - filmmaker and musician.

Abdelali Sahraoui (?) Sahrawi - singer.

Hijo del Desierto / Yslem Mohammed Salem Nafah (?) Sahrawi - rapper.

Mohamed Mouloud (?) Sahrawi - actor.

Bashiri Touballi (?) Sahrawi - singer.

Ahmed Omar Abdalahe (?) Sahrawi - filmmaker.

Lmarabet Manfud (?) Sahrawi - singer.

Baecha Mohamed (?) Sahrawi - artist.

Malanain Haddi (?) Sahrawi - singer.

Ahmed Salem (?) Sahrawi - actor.

Bedouin Sahrawi (?) Sahrawi - DJ.

Mouloud Yeslem (?) Sahrawi - director.

Amine AGH (?) Sahrawi - rapper.

Mohamed Suleiman (?) Sahrawi - artist and storyteller.

Walid El Batal (?) Sahrawi - blogger.

ElHafed Mahayub (?) Sahrawi - singer.

Jamaal Baamar (?) Sahrawi - keyboardist.

Hayetna Mohamed Deidi (?) Sahrawi - filmmaker.

Luali Said (?) Sahrawi - guitarist.

Elbu Juer (?) Sahrawi - keyboardist.

Abdul Rahman Al-Gheid (?) Sahrawi - musician.

Hamahu-Allah Mohamed (?) Sahrawi - producer.

Sadoum Ouled Aida (?) Sahrawi - musician.

Dedei Mohamed Lamin (?) Sahrawi - guitarist.

Mufeed / Ahmed Sidi Mufid (?) Sahrawi - singer (Tiris).

Shueta / Mohamed Said Mohamed Salem Esouilma (?) Sahrawi - singer (Tiris).

Embarka / Embarka Zeju Ajeen (?) Sahrawi - singer and dancer (Tiris).

Boubba / Boubba Han Cheikh (?) Sahrawi - singer and dancer (Tiris).

Mohamed Salek / Ahmed Zein / Ahmed Ahmed Zein (?) Sahrawi - xalam player (Tiris).

Mohamed Zein / Emhamed Ahmed Baba Ahmed (?) Sahrawi - guitarist (Tiris).

Beba / Bauba Bleiel Embarek (?) Sahrawi - keyboardist (Tiris).

Momo / Mohamed Hafsi (?) Sahrawi - bassist (Tiris).

M - Athletes:

Salah Ameidan (1982) Sahrawi - long-distance runner.

Cori Maaruf (1986) Sahrawi - footballer.

Mahfud Ualad Abdi (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Selma Iarba Malum (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Lehsen Sidahmed (?) Sahrawi - long-distance runner.

Sahla Ahmed Budah / Sahia Ahmed Budah (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Abdullah Bijah (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Sidahmed Erguibi Ahmed Baba Haiai (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Moulay Aba Ali (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Said Mohamed Saleh Embarek (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Ahmed Khore (?) Sahrawi - kickboxer.

Saleh Abdelahi Abidin (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Mohamed El Mami (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

Ba Boiah (?) Sahrawi - footballer.

#sahrawi fc #poc fc #fc list #underused fc #rph #task: 166 #task: sahrawi republic

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d-i-r-k-s-t-r-i-d-e-r · 5 years

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The Futurist Manifesto

We had stayed up all night, my friends and I, under hanging mosque lamps with domes of filigreed brass, domes starred like our spirits, shining like them with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts. For hours we had trampled our atavistic ennui into rich oriental rugs, arguing up to the last confines of logic and blackening many reams of paper with our frenzied scribbling.

An immense pride was buoying us up, because we felt ourselves alone at that hour, alone, awake, and on our feet, like proud beacons or forward sentries against an army of hostile stars glaring down at us from their celestial encampments. Alone with stokers feeding the hellish fires of great ships, alone with the black spectres who grope in the red-hot bellies of locomotives launched on their crazy courses, alone with drunkards reeling like wounded birds along the city walls.

Suddenly we jumped, hearing the mighty noise of the huge double-decker trams that rumbled by outside, ablaze with colored lights, like villages on holiday suddenly struck and uprooted by the flooding Po and dragged over falls and through gourges to the sea.

Then the silence deepened. But, as we listened to the old canal muttering its feeble prayers and the creaking bones of sickly palaces above their damp green beards, under the windows we suddenly heard the famished roar of automobiles.

“Let’s go!” I said. “Friends, away! Let’s go! Mythology and the Mystic Ideal are defeated at last. We’re about to see the Centaur’s birth and, soon after, the first flight of Angels!... We must shake at the gates of life, test the bolts and hinges. Let’s go! Look there, on the earth, the very first dawn! There’s nothing to match the splendor of the sun’s red sword, slashing for the first time through our millennial gloom!”

We went up to the three snorting beasts, to lay amorous hands on their torrid breasts. I stretched out on my car like a corpse on its bier, but revived at once under the steering wheel, a guillotine blade that threatened my stomach.

The raging broom of madness swept us out of ourselves and drove us through streets as rough and deep as the beds of torrents. Here and there, sick lamplight through window glass taught us to distrust the deceitful mathematics of our perishing eyes.

I cried, “The scent, the scent alone is enough for our beasts.”

And like young lions we ran after Death, its dark pelt blotched with pale crosses as it escaped down the vast violet living and throbbing sky.

But we had no ideal Mistress raising her divine form to the clouds, nor any cruel Queen to whom to offer our bodies, twisted like Byzantine rings! There was nothing to make us wish for death, unless the wish to be free at last from the weight of our courage!

And on we raced, hurling watchdogs against doorsteps, curling them under our burning tires like collars under a flatiron. Death, domesticated, met me at every turn, gracefully holding out a paw, or once in a while hunkering down, making velvety caressing eyes at me from every puddle.

“Let’s break out of the horrible shell of wisdom and throw ourselves like pride-ripened fruit into the wide, contorted mouth of the wind! Let’s give ourselves utterly to the Unknown, not in desperation but only to replenish the deep wells of the Absurd!”

The words were scarcely out of my mouth when I spun my car around with the frenzy of a dog trying to bite its tail, and there, suddenly, were two cyclists coming towards me, shaking their fists, wobbling like two equally convincing but nevertheless contradictory arguments. Their stupid dilemma was blocking my way—Damn! Ouch!... I stopped short and to my disgust rolled over into a ditch with my wheels in the air...

O maternal ditch, almost full of muddy water! Fair factory drain! I gulped down your nourishing sludge; and I remembered the blessed black beast of my Sudanese nurse... When I came up—torn, filthy, and stinking—from under the capsized car, I felt the white-hot iron of joy deliciously pass through my heart!

A crowd of fishermen with handlines and gouty naturalists were already swarming around the prodigy. With patient, loving care those people rigged a tall derrick and iron grapnels to fish out my car, like a big beached shark. Up it came from the ditch, slowly, leaving in the bottom, like scales, its heavy framework of good sense and its soft upholstery of comfort.

They thought it was dead, my beautiful shark, but a caress from me was enough to revive it; and there it was, alive again, running on its powerful fins!

And so, faces smeared with good factory muck—plastered with metallic waste, with senseless sweat, with celestial soot—we, bruised, our arms in slings, but unafraid, declared our high intentions to all the living of the earth:

Manifesto of Futurism

We intend to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and fearlessness.

Courage, audacity, and revolt will be essential elements of our poetry.

Up to now literature has exalted a pensive immobility, ecstasy, and sleep. We intend to exalt aggressive action, a feverish insomnia, the racer’s stride, the mortal leap, the punch and the slap.

We affirm that the world’s magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing car whose hood is adorned with great pipes, like serpents of explosive breath—a roaring car that seems to ride on grapeshot is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.

We want to hymn the man at the wheel, who hurls the lance of his spirit across the Earth, along the circle of its orbit.

The poet must spend himself with ardor, splendor, and generosity, to swell the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.

Except in struggle, there is no more beauty. No work without an aggressive character can be a masterpiece. Poetry must be conceived as a violent attack on unknown forces, to reduce and prostrate them before man.

We stand on the last promontory of the centuries!... Why should we look back, when what we want is to break down the mysterious doors of the Impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have created eternal, omnipresent speed.

We will glorify war—the world’s only hygiene—militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman.

We will destroy the museums, libraries, academies of every kind, will fight moralism, feminism, every opportunistic or utilitarian cowardice.

We will sing of great crowds excited by work, by pleasure, and by riot; we will sing of the multicolored, polyphonic tides of revolution in the modern capitals; we will sing of the vibrant nightly fervor of arsenals and shipyards blazing with violent electric moons; greedy railway stations that devour smoke-plumed serpents; factories hung on clouds by the crooked lines of their smoke; bridges that stride the rivers like giant gymnasts, flashing in the sun with a glitter of knives; adventurous steamers that sniff the horizon; deep-chested locomotives whose wheels paw the tracks like the hooves of enormous steel horses bridled by tubing; and the sleek flight of planes whose propellers chatter in the wind like banners and seem to cheer like an enthusiastic crowd.

It is from Italy that we launch through the world this violently upsetting incendiary manifesto of ours. With it, today, we establish Futurism, because we want to free this land from its smelly gangrene of professors, archaeologists, ciceroni and antiquarians. For too long has Italy been a dealer in second-hand clothes. We mean to free her from the numberless museums that cover her like so many graveyards.

Museums: cemeteries!... Identical, surely, in the sinister promiscuity of so many bodies unknown to one another. Museums: public dormitories where one lies forever beside hated or unknown beings. Museums: absurd abattoirs of painters and sculptors ferociously slaughtering each other with color-blows and line-blows, the length of the fought-over walls!

That one should make an annual pilgrimage, just as one goes to the graveyard on All Souls’ Day—that I grant. That once a year one should leave a floral tribute beneath the Gioconda, I grant you that... But I don’t admit that our sorrows, our fragile courage, our morbid restlessness should be given a daily conducted tour through the museums. Why poison ourselves? Why rot?

And what is there to see in an old picture except the laborious contortions of an artist throwing himself against the barriers that thwart his desire to express his dream completely?... Admiring an old picture is the same as pouring our sensibility into a funerary urn instead of hurtling it far off, in violent spasms of action and creation.

Do you, then, wish to waste all your best powers in this eternal and futile worship of the past, from which you emerge fatally exhausted, shrunken, beaten down?

In truth I tell you that daily visits to museums, libraries, and academies (cemeteries of empty exertion, Calvaries of crucified dreams, registries of aborted beginnings!) are, for artists, as damaging as the prolonged supervision by parents of certain young people drunk with their talent and their ambitious wills. When the future is barred to them, the admirable past may be a solace for the ills of the moribund, the sickly, the prisoner... But we want no part of it, the past, we the young and strong Futurists!

So let them come, the gay incendiaries with charred fingers! Here they are! Here they are!... Come on! set fire to the library shelves! Turn aside the canals to flood the museums!... Oh, the joy of seeing the glorious old canvases bobbing adrift on those waters, discolored and shredded!... Take up your pickaxes, your axes and hammers and wreck, wreck the venerable cities, pitilessly!

The oldest of us is thirty: so we have at least a decade for finishing our work. When we are forty, other younger and stronger men will probably throw us in the wastebasket like useless manuscripts—we want it to happen!

They will come against us, our successors, will come from far away, from every quarter, dancing to the winged cadence of their first songs, flexing the hooked claws of predators, sniffing doglike at the academy doors the strong odor of our decaying minds, which will have already been promised to the literary catacombs.

But we won’t be there... At last they’ll find us—one winter’s night—in open country, beneath a sad roof drummed by a monotonous rain. They’ll see us crouched beside our trembling aeroplanes in the act of warming our hands at the poor little blaze that our books of today will give out when they take fire from the flight of our images.

They’ll storm around us, panting with scorn and anguish, and all of them, exasperated by our proud daring, will hurtle to kill us, driven by a hatred the more implacable the more their hearts will be drunk with love and admiration for us.

Injustice, strong and sane, will break out radiantly in their eyes.

Art, in fact, can be nothing but violence, cruelty, and injustice.

The oldest of us is thirty: even so we have already scattered treasures, a thousand treasures of force, love, courage, astuteness, and raw will-power; have thrown them impatiently away, with fury, carelessly, unhesitatingly, breathless, and unresting... Look at us! We are still untired! Our hearts know no weariness because they are fed with fire, hatred, and speed!... Does that amaze you? It should, because you can never remember having lived! Erect on the summit of the world, once again we hurl our defiance at the stars!

You have objections?—Enough! Enough! We know them... We’ve understood!... Our fine deceitful intelligence tells us that we are the revival and extension of our ancestors—Perhaps!... If only it were so!—But who cares? We don’t want to understand!... Woe to anyone who says those infamous words to us again!

Lift up your heads!

Erect on the summit of the world, once again we hurl defiance to the stars!

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Kamala Ibrahim Ishaq:

Is a Sudanese artist who studied at the Royal College of Art in London ,founder of the "Crystalists"

She founded the group with Muhammad Shaddad & Nayla ElTayib, She has been called the first modern woman painter in the Sudan

#SudaneseCulture #ثقافة_سودانية https://t.co/4yBY05CaFe

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art2defy · 5 years

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Tribute to the young Sudanese Revolutionaries By artist @zena_abdulsalam_alsibai . . . #art2defy #peace #love #art #sudan #sudanuprising #sudanprotest #paintings #drawing #sketch #doodles #doodle #painter #pencilart #penart #woodart #revolution #nojusticenopeace #bethechange #activism #activist #beautiful #instaart #artistic #politicalart #politicalartwork #uprising #protest #currentevents https://www.instagram.com/p/By-zo2Pg_nX/?igshid=1gxgtp7i43ey2

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It’s women’s history month and I wanna talk about the Arab women I love and look up to

1)Djamila Bouhired:

leading Algerian heroine and revolutionary, she played an instrumental role in triggering the Battle of Algiers and endured severe torture. Djamila was cognizant of her revolutionary spirit since childhood, When all the Algerian students repeated every morning “France is our mother”, Bouhired would stand up and scream “Algeria is our mother!”

2)Layla Al Attar:

was one of Iraq’s most respected and influential painters in the 1970s and 80s and a leading figure in Arab art. following installation of one of her provocative pieces; which was a huge mosaic portrait of George H. W. Bush on the floor of the main entrance of Al Rasheed Hotel, where senior Iraqi officials stayed and held their press conferences, with the phrase “Bush is Criminal“ written beneath it forcing everyone who steps into the hotel to walk over the portrait of bush she installed. Layla was murdered alongside her husband by a U.S Missile attack that targeted the house she resided in, her daughter was blinded in the attack.

3)Leila Khaled:

“Splashed across the pages of newspapers, many marvelled at how Khaled was so elegantly attired as she boarded planes with her male companions, dressed as if heading out on holiday while concealing weapons under her clothing. I wonder about her willingness to undergo a reported six plastic surgeries, while still in her late 20s, to remain unidentifiable and continue hijacking planes for the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP). She shrugs off talk of the surgery with a deep exhale of her ever-present cigarette. She calls it “a minor sacrifice. Now women are going to change their faces, their lips, and all these plastic surgeries that they do to beautify themselves, but they didn’t beautify their minds.” She continues, “I did that. Beautified my mind."”

4)Fatima Ahmed Ibrahim:

Sudanese writer, revolutionary, socialist leader and women’s rights activist. She was the first woman in Africa and the Arab speaking world to become a member of parliament. In 1952 she founded the Sudanese Women’s Union with other women and fought for women’s rights across Sudan.

5)Souha Bechara:

Lebanese revolutionary who endured and survived 10 years of grueling torture following a failed attempt to assasinate General Antoine Lahad of the SLA, a Zionist backed fascist militia

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Hi so I was gonna ask for a ship? So I'm 17, about 5'5 and I'm a dark olive-ish skin tone. I'm half Egyptian and Sudanese. I speak Arabic as my first language but I'm also fluent in English. I have long wavy/curly black hair and I'm pretty thin. I like reading and writing poetry and I'm also a painter. Ooh also I'm a cat person. Thank you sm:)

I’m not doing ships now! They’ve closed a while ago

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Gale Force “I have always been creative … always creating always drawing … no, my family wasn’t creative, it was only me, not sure where that came from? I did play sport but was definitely the creative type. All I wanted to do was be an artist and live a bohemian life! I didn’t finish my last school year and decided to go to art school instead. I also did a textile design course for 1 year, then I took a one way ticket to Cairo Egypt as a friend had asked me to come over there to start an art program with Sudanese refugees – I didn’t think twice and went! I spent the next 2 years in Cairo and loved it. As I knew how to print fabric, the program taught refugees how to screen print and then we made items and created a store. It was a fantastic experience and I met some wonderful people and traveled around that amazing country. The experience was challenging but also very rewarding. I loved every minute!” - Emma Gale, Artist and Ceramicist. Emma Gale is a painter and ceramicist based in Northern New South Wales. The artists rustic style captures everyday people doing everyday things. Her work is transportive - set in exotic locations - ones Gale has travelled to and ones she has yet to visit. Gale became full-time artist and ceramicist in 2006. Prior to that Gale worked as a graphic designer. #neonurchin #neonurchinblog #dedicatedtothethingswelove #suzyurchin #ollyurchin #art #music #photography #fashion #film #words #pictures #neon #urchin #traveljunkie #northernnewsouthwales #colour #graphicdesigner #artist #ceramicist #emmagale (at Northern NSW) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMJ6WHblFUO/?igshid=1v1betub5g51l

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Ibrahim El-Salahi, b. Sudan, 1930 My Head Is Perfumed UK (1999) [Source]

Wikipedia says:

Ibrahim El-Salahi is a Sudanese artist painter and former politician and diplomat...

During the duration of his stay [in Sudan], he channeled calligraphy and elements of the Islamic culture that played a role in his everyday life. Trying to connect to his heritage, El-Salahi began to fill with symbols and marking of small Arabic inscriptions. As he became more advanced with incorporating Arabic calligraphy, the symbols began to produce animals, humans, and plant forms, providing more meaning to his artwork allowing viewers to connect to his work. El-Salahi learned to combine the European styles with the traditional Sudanese themes in his art, which evokes a transnational African-influenced surrealism.

El-Salahi was assistant cultural attaché at the Sudanese Embassy in London from 1969 to 1972, when he returned to Sudan as Director of Culture under Jaafar Nimeiri's regime, then Undersecretary in the Ministry of Culture and Information until September 1975, when he was imprisoned without charge for six months for being accused of participating in an anti-government coup.

While imprison El-Salahi would use his 25 exercise minutes he received everyday to sketch out ideas for huge painting. He would secretly sketch and bury the small drawing into the ground to maintain his ideas. Ten years after being released from prison he self-exiled himself from the country and for some years worked and lived in Doha, Qatar, before settling in Oxford, England.

#Ibrahim El-Salahi #ibrahim el salahi #uk #sudan #black #north africa #africa #1990s

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citymousesd · 4 years

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I just added this listing on Poshmark: What is she up to NOW! POSHING!?!!.

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m8nhr · 4 years

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미래주의 선언(1909)

전체 내용에 다 동의하지는 않지만, 어릴 적 나에게 많은 영감을 주었던 마리네티의 미래주의 선언 ;)

The Futurist Manifesto _ F. T. Marinetti, 1909

And we hunted, like young lions, death with its black fur dappled with pale crosses, who ran before us in the vast violet sky, palpable and living.

We drove on, crushing beneath our burning wheels, like shirt-collars under the iron, the watch dogs on the steps of the houses.

Death, tamed, went in front of me at each corner offering me his hand nicely, and sometimes lay on the ground with a noise of creaking jaws giving me velvet glances from the bottom of puddles.

Oh, maternal ditch, half full of muddy water! A factory gutter! I savored a mouthful of strengthening muck which recalled the black teat of my Sudanese nurse!

We thought it was dead, my good shark, but I woke it with a single caress of its powerful back, and it was revived running as fast as it could on its fins.

MANIFESTO OF FUTURISM

We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness. The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt.Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist.We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath ... a roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.We want to sing the man at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the earth, itself hurled along its orbit.The poet must spend himself with warmth, glamour and prodigality to increase the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them to bow before man.We are on the extreme promontory of the centuries! What is the use of looking behind at the moment when we must open the mysterious shutters of the impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed.We want to glorify war — the only cure for the world — militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for woman.We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist and utilitarian cowardice.We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds.

Italy has been too long the great second-hand market. We want to get rid of the innumerable museums which cover it with innumerable cemeteries.

What can you find in an old picture except the painful contortions of the artist trying to break uncrossable barriers which obstruct the full expression of his dream?

Standing on the world's summit we launch once again our insolent challenge to the stars!

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[TASK 127: IMAZIGHEN]

In celebration of Yennayer (Amazigh New Year) from January 12th to January 14th, here’s a masterlist below compiled of over 230+ Amazigh faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Tina Turner (1939) African-American (including Bamileke Cameroonian, Hausa Nigerian, Mbenzele Congolese, Tuareg Amazigh, Turkana Kenyan) - singer-songwriter, actress, producer, dancer, choreographer, and author.

Marie-José Nat / Marie-José Benhalassa (1940) Kabyle Amazigh / Corsican - actress.

Morocco / Carolina Varga Dinicu (1940) Amazigh Moroccan - dancer.

Anissa / Ourida Mezaguer / Anissa Mezaguer (1944) Kabyle Amazigh - actress and singer-songwriter.

Djura / Djouhra Abouda Lacroix (1949) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Dihya / Zohra Aïssaoui (1950) Chaoui Amazigh - singer.

Malika Arabi (1951) Kabyle Amazigh - writer.

Hadda Ouakki (1953) Amazigh Moroccan - singer.

Hassiba Amrouche (1953) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Isabelle Adjani (1955) Kabyle Amazigh / German - actress and singer.

Catherine Belkhodja (1955) Kabyle Amazigh / French - actress, director, and publisher.

Malika Domrane (1956) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Patrick Bruel / Patrick Benguigui (1959) Amazigh Algerian Jewish - actor and singer-songwriter.

Najat Aatabou (1960) Amazigh Moroccan - singer-songwriter and composer.

Fatima Tabaamrant / Fatima Tabaâmrante / Faṭima bnt-Muḥmmd Chahou (1962) Shilha Amazigh - singer.

Juliette / Juliette Noureddine (1962) 1/4 Kabyle Amazigh, 3/4 Unspecified - singer-songwriter and composer.

Titrit / Saïda Akil (1962) Amazigh Moroccan - singer-songwriter.

Chaba Fadela / Fadela Zalmat (1962) Amazigh Algerian - actress, singer-songwriter, and composer.

Leila Ameddah (1962) Chaoui Amazigh - painter and sculptor.

Saïda Abouba (1963) Chaoui Amazigh - writer.

Massa Bouchafa / Zaina Nait Chabane (1964) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Nassima el Hor (1965) Amazigh Moroccan - tv presenter.

Cherifa Kersit (1967) Amazigh Moroccan - singer.

Sandra Zidani (1968) Kabyle Amazigh - comedian, actress, and humorist.

Hélène Grimaud (1969) Amazigh Algerian Jewish / Sephardic Jewish - classical pianist.

Touria Alaoui / Touria al-Alaoui (1969 or 1970) Rifian Amazigh - actress and comedian.

Souad Massi (1972) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Assia (1973) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Lubna Azabal (1973) Amazigh Moroccan / Spanish - actress.

Raphaëlla / Raffaëla Anderson / Malika Amrane (1976) Amazigh Algerian - porn actress.

Maïwenn / Maïwenn Le Besco (1976) 1/4 Kabyle Amazigh, 1/4 Vietnamese, 1/4 French, 1/4 Breton - actress, director, producer, editor, and screenwriter.

Louisa Baïleche (1977) Kabyle Amazigh - singer, dancer, and performer.

Hindi Zahra (1979) Shilha Amazigh - actress and singer.

Rajae / Rajae El Mouhandiz (1979) Rifian Amazigh / Algerian - singer, composer, poet, storyteller, performer, and creative director.

Myriam Abel / Myriam Morea / Myriam Abdel Hamid (1981) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Farah Ahmed / Farah Ahmed Alí (1981) Amazigh - model and Miss Spain Europe 2004.

Emilie Hanak (1981) Kabyle Amazigh, Czech - singer-songwriter.

Islid Le Besco (1982) 1/4 Kabyle Amazigh, 1/4 Vietnamese, 1/4 French, 1/4 Breton - actress, director, producer, editor, and screenwriter.

Safiath / Safia Aminami Issoufou Oumarou (1982) Tuareg Amazigh, Zarma Nigerien / Sudanese - singer-songwriter and rapper.

Loreen / Lorine Zineb Noka Talhaoui (1983) Amazigh Moroccan - singer and pianist.

Tyssem (1984) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Yasmine Ammari (1985) Amazigh Algerian - actress and singer.

Loubna Abidar (1985) Amazigh Moroccan - actress.

Melissa / Melissa M / Melissa Merchiche (1985) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Karima Adebibe / Karima McAdams (1985) Amazigh Moroccan / Greek Cypriot, Irish - actress and model.

Erika Sawajiri (1986) Kabyle Amazigh / Japanese - actress, singer, and model.

Kenza Farah (1986) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter and artistic director.

Anissa Kate (1987) Kabyle Amazigh - porn actress and director.

Sherfya Luna (1989) Kabyle Amazigh / French - singer and dancer.

Sara Chafak (1990) Amazigh Moroccan / Finnish - model and Miss Finland 2012.

Hän Violett / Namika / Hanan Hamdi (1991) Rifian Amazigh - rapper and singer.

Aurelie Sanhaji (1991) Amazigh Moroccan / Spanish, Irish - blogger and actress.

Camélia Jordana / Camélia Jordana Riad-Aliouane (1992) Kabyle Amazigh / Arab Algerian - actress and singer.

Marina Kaye (1998) Kabyle Amazigh / French - singer.

Malika Zarra (?) Amazigh Moroccan / Unspecified - singer, composer, and producer.

Houria Aïchi (?) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Sisi Bolatini (?) Amazigh Moroccan - beauty blogger and travel blogger (instagram: sisibolatini).

Maureen Okpoko (?) Tuareg Amazigh / Jamaican - actress.

Kars Breanne / Karsen Breanne (?) Amazigh Algerian, Norwegian - youtuber.

Deva Jean-Philippe (?) Amazigh Moroccan, Gnawa Moroccan / German - actress.

Loukad Sabrina (?) Kabyle Amazigh - Miss Kabylia 2013.

Zahra N'Soumer (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician.

Fatma Wallet Cheick (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Wannou Wallet Sidaty (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Naïma Ababsa (?) Chaoui Amazigh - singer and performer.

Markunda Awras (?) Chaoui Amazigh - singer and author.

Yasmina / Skakni Ouiza (?) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Souhayla Karmoua (?) Amazigh Moroccan - model (instagram: souhaylakarmoua).

Khadija Ben Hamou (?) Amazigh Algerian, Arab Algerian - Miss Algeria 2019.

Kaeh (?) Amazigh Moroccan - singer (instagram: kaehofficial).

Mounia Benfeghoul (?) Kabyle Amazigh - actress (instagram: mounia.benfeghoul).

Kat (?) Kabyle Amazigh - model (instagram: _hooneymoon).

Diese (?) Amazigh Moroccan - singer (instagram: dieseofficiel).

Linda Chebbah (?) Kabyle Amazigh - tv host (instagram: lindachebbah).

Amel Zen (?) Kabyle Amazigh - singer (instagram: amel.zen).

Shaima (?) Amazigh Moroccan - presenter (instagram: shaimaofficiel1).

Fatima Zahra Laaroussi (?) Amazigh Moroccan - singer and actress (instagram: fatimazahralaaroussi).

K Boutrif (?) Amazigh Algerian - instagrammer (instagram: 6kenza).

Alessia Di Gennaro (?) Amazigh - model (instagram: alessia.alili).

Tassadit Mandi (?) Kabyle Amazigh - actress.

Leila Shenna (?) Amazigh Moroccan - actress.

Mohamed Hilmi (1931) Kabyle Amazigh - actor, director, and presenter.

Akli Yahyaten (1933) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Kamel Hamadi (1936) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Rezki Zerarti (1938) Kabyle Amazigh - painter.

Daniel Prévost (1939) Kabyle Amazigh / Unspecified - actor, comedian, and writer.

Sid Ahmed Agoumi / Sid Ahmed Méziane (1940) Kabyle Amazigh - actor.

Areski Belkacem (1940) Kabyle Amazigh - composer, musician, multi-instrumentalist, actor and singer.

Ahmed Haroun (1941) Kabyle Amazigh - cartoonist.

Abdelkader Chaou (1941) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Hamdi Benani (1943) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Mohamed El-Moustaoui (1943) Amazigh Moroccan - writer and poet.

Nouara / Hamizi Zahia (1945) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Boutaiba Sghir (1945) Amazigh Algerian - singer and composer.

Athmane Ariout / Athmane Ariouet (1948) Chaoui Amazigh - actor.

Tony Gatlif / Michel Dahmani (1948) Kabyle Amazigh, Romani - actor, director, producer, scriptwriter, and composer.

Rabah Inasliyen (1949) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Idir / Yidir / Hamid Cheriet / Ḥamid Ceryat (1949) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter, guitarist, flutist, percussionist, and producer.

Belkacem Hadjadj (1950) Kabyle Amazigh - actor, filmmaker, producer and director.

Fellag / Mohamed Fellag (1950) Kabyle Amazigh - actor, comedian, humorist, and writer.

Mohamed Maghni (1950) Amazigh Moroccan - singer.

Aït Menguellet / Lounis Aït Menguellet (1950) Kabyle Amazigh - singer and poet.

Hamid Benchaar (1951) Chaoui Amazigh - writer.

Ferhat Mehenni (1951) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Hamid Tibouchi (1951) Kabyle Amazigh - painter and poet.

Abdenour Love (1952) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Mohamed Toufali (1952) Rifian Amazigh - singer and poet.

Amour Abdenour (1952) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter, guitarist, drummer, flutist, and composer.

Boudjemâa Agraw (1952) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Lotfi Raïna Raï / Lotfi Attar (1952) Amazigh Algerian - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Amar Tribeche (1953) Kabyle Amazigh - director.

Farid Ferragui / Ali Ferragui (1953) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

El Hasnaoui Amechtouh (1953) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Noureddine Chenoud (1954) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Fahem / Fahem Mohand Said (1954) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Arezki Larbi (1955) Kabyle Amazigh - painter.

Mehdi El Glaoui / Mehdi El Mezouari El Glaoui (1956) Shilha Amazigh - actor, director, and screenwriter.

Nouari Nezzar (1956) Chaoui Amazigh - singer.

Mohamed Nadir Sebaa (1956) Chaoui Amazigh - writer and poet.

Ali Ait Ferhat / Ali Ideflawen (1957) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter and musician.

Hocine Boukella (1957) Kabyle Amazigh - composer, musician, and cartoonist.

Abderrahmane Abdelli (1958) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter, composer, and author.

Tak / Takfarinas / Ḥsen Zermani / Ahsen Zermani (1958) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Ali Kichou (1959) Kabyle Amazigh - painter, sculptor, and photographer.

Azize Kabouche (1960) Kabyle Amazigh / French - actor and director.

Ibrahim Ag Alhabib (1960) Tuareg Amazigh - musician.

Samy Naceri (1961) Kabyle Amazigh / French - actor.

Aissa Brahimi (1961) Chaoui Amazigh - singer, poet, and musician.

Cheb Sahraoui / Mohammed Sahraoui (1961) Amazigh Algerian - musician, songwriter, and composer.

Jamel Bensbaa (1961) Chaoui Amazigh - singer and musician.

Rabah Asma (1962) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Abdallah ag Oumbadougou (1962) Tuareg Amazigh - guitarist.

Oulahlou / Abderrahmane Lahlou (1963) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Karim Tizouiar (1963) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Baaziz / Abdelaziz Bekhti (1963) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Abel Jafri (1965) Tuareg Amazigh / Italian - actor.

Brahim Saci (1965) Kabyle Amazigh - author, poet, composer and performer.

Mohamed Mallal (1965) Amazigh Moroccan - singer-songwriter, producer, poet, cartoonist, and artist.

Dany Boon / Daniel Hamidou (1966) Kabyle Amazigh / French - actor, comedian, producer, director, and screenwriter.

Sami Bouajila (1966) 1/4 Amazigh Libyan, 3/4 Tunisian - actor.

Djamel Laroussi (1966) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter, guitarist, composer, and arranger.

Slimane Ould Mohand (1966) Kabyle Amazigh - painter and engraver.

Farid Gaya (1966) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Massinissa / Ali Chibane (1967) Chaoui Amazigh - singer.

Olivier Graine (1967) Kabyle Amazigh - sculptor.

Bibi Naceri (1968) Kabyle Amazigh / French - actor.

Yuba / Moussa Habboune (1968) Amazigh Moroccan - singer, guitarist, and poet.

Dikès / Yahia Dikès (1968) Kabyle Amazigh - singer and author.

Khalid Izri (1969) Rifian Amazigh - singer.

Ali Amran / Ali Koulougli (1969) Kabyle Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Youssef Tabti (1969) Kabyle Amazigh - artist.

Hassane Amraoui (1969) Chaoui Amazigh - painter and photographer.

Aomar Mohammedi (1970) Kabyle Amazigh - writer.

Najib Amhali (1971) Rifian Amazigh - actor and comedian.

Adel Abdessemed (1971) Chaoui Amazigh - artist.

Nadi Bouguechal (1971) Chaoui Amazigh - painter.

Kamel Ouali (1971) Kabyle Amazigh - choreographer.

Amazigh Kateb (1972) Chaoui Amazigh - singer and musician.

Rachid Ferrache (1972) Kabyle Amazigh - actor, singer, and musician.

Saïd Taghmaoui (1973) Shilha Amazigh - actor and screenwriter.

Kamel El Harrachi (1973) Chaoui Amazigh - musician, composer, author, and singer.

Lotfi Double Kanon (1974) Chaoui Amazigh - rapper.

Malik Zidi (1975) Kabyle Amazigh / Breton - actor.

Sat / Sat l'Artificier / Karim Haddouche (1975) Kabyle Amazigh / Corsican - rapper.

Majid (1975) Amazigh Moroccan - rapper.

Salim Dada (1975) Kabyle Amazigh - musician and composer.

Mimoun Oaïssa (1975) Rifian Amazigh - actor and screenwriter.

Rachid Badouri (1976) Amazigh Moroccan - comedian.

Reda Kateb (1977) Algerian, including Chaoui Amazigh / Italian, Spanish, Czech - actor.

Isam Bachiri (1977) Amazigh Moroccan - rapper-songwriter and singer.

Ahmed Soultan (1978) Shilha Amazigh - singer, guitarist, keyboardist, and drummer.

Thomas Thouroude (1978) Kabyle Amazigh - radio host.

Omar Ait Said (1978) Amazigh Moroccan - musician and songwriter.

Rim’K / Abdelkrim Brahmi (1978) Kabyle Amazigh - rapper.

Ishem Boumaraf (1978) Chaoui Amazigh - singer-songwriter.

Mohamed El Badaoui (1979) Amazigh Moroccan - actor, producer, and director.

LIM / Salim Lakhdari (1979) Kabyle Amazigh - rapper and producer.

Bombino / Omara Moctor (1980) Tuareg Amazigh - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Fu'ad Aït Aattou (1980) Amazigh Algerian, Amazigh Moroccan / French - actor and model.

Sinik / Malsain / L'assassin / S.I.N.I.K. / Thomas Idir (1980) Kabyle Amazigh / French - rapper.

L'Algérino / Samir Djoghlal (1981) Chaoui Amazigh - rapper.

Mohamed Aouine (1981) Kabyle Amazigh - poet.

Lounès Sabi (1981) Kabyle Amazigh - singer, musician, singer-songwriter.

Médine / Medine Zaouiche (1983) Kabyle Amazigh - rapper.

Omar Lotfi (1983) Amazigh Moroccan - actor.

Mhamed Arezki (1984) Kabyle Amazigh / Unspecified - actor.

Baha Lahcen (1984) Amazigh Moroccan - singer-songwriter.

Mehdi Dehbi (1985) 1/4 Amazigh Moroccan, 3/4 Tunisian - actor.

Ahmed Magdy (1986) Amazigh Algerian, Arab Algerian / Egyptian, Turkish - actor and director.

Sofiane / Sofiane Zermani (1986) Kabyle Amazigh - rapper.

M.dou Mouktar / Mdou Moctar (1986) Tuareg Amazigh - singer and guitarist.

Kamel Yahiaoui (1989) Kabyle Amazigh - painter.

Amnay / Abdelhadi Idrissi (1989) Amazigh Moroccan - singer-songwriter and poet.

Houssam Eddine Hafdi (1990) Chaoui Amazigh - artist.

Nassim Ssimou (1994) Kabyle Amazigh - instagrammer (ssimouu).

Sebastián Yatra (1994) Colombian [Spanish (Andalusian, Aragonese, Asturian, Canary Islander, Cantabrian, Castilian, Extremaduran, Leonese, Valencian, Basque, Galician), remote African (including Amazigh), remote Muisca, remote Tahamí, remote Italian, remote Portuguese (including Azorean)], remote Peruvian [Quechua] - singer-songwriter.

Gabriel-Kane Day-Lewis (1995) 1/4 Kabyle Amazigh, 1/8 Latvian Jewish, 1/8 Polish Jewish, 1/4 German, 1/4 mix of English, Northern Irish, Welsh - singer-songwriter, model, and actor.

Julian Naceri (1995) 1/4 Kabyle Amazigh, 3/4 French - musician.

Boualem Hassaine (?) Amazigh Algerian - actor.

DJ Kayz (?) Kabyle Amazigh - DJ.

Bachir Bensaddek (?) Amazigh Algerian - television director.

Akli D (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician.

Rabah MBS / Rabah Ourrad (?) Kabyle Amazigh - rapper.

Hakim Rachek (?) Kabyle Amazigh - bassist.

Youcef Boukhantech (?) Chaoui Amazigh - singer.

Ousmane Ag Mossa (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Aghaly Ag Mohamedine (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Cheick Ag Tiglia (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Ibrahim Ag Ahmed Salam (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Mahmoud Ag Ahmouden (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Bassa Wallet Abdamou (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Mossa Ag Borreiba (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Tamikrest).

Ait Challal (?) Kabyle Amazigh - poet and singer.

Hakim El Batni / Hakim Aït Ameur Meziane (?) Chaoui Amazigh - singer.

Smaïl Ferrah (?) Chaoui Amazigh - singer.

Kamel Igman (?) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Amirouche Nait-Chabane (?) Kabyle Amazigh - author, composer and singer.

Lahlou Tighremt (?) Kabyle Amazigh - singer.

Sadam / Iyad Moussa Ben Abderahmane (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Imarhan).

Tahar Khaldi (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Imarhan).

Hicham Bouhasse (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Imarhan).

Abdelkader Ourzig (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Imarhan).

Haiballah Akhamouk (?) Tuareg Amazigh - musician (Imarhan).

Karim Abranis (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician (Abranis).

Idir Mouhya (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician (Abranis).

Yuva Sid (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician (Abranis).

Fayçal Amrouche (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician (Abranis).

Redouane Nehar (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician (Abranis).

Yacine Heddad (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician (Abranis).

Nabil Kassouri (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician (Abranis).

Samir Sebbane (?) Kabyle Amazigh - musician (Abranis).

Slimane Benaïssa (?) Chaoui Amazigh - writer and playwright.

Nordine Meghasli (?) Kabyle Amazigh - playwright.

Hacen Dadi (?) Chaoui Amazigh - singer.

Hamid Bedjaoui (?) Kabyle Amazigh - composer, author, musician and singer.

Alexander Lorenzo (?) Amazigh Canarian, English - model (instagram: alexanderdlorenzo).

Problematic:

Morgan Freeman (1937) 7/8 African-American (including Angolan, Congolese, Igbo Nigerian, Shong Guinean, Tuareg Amazigh), 1/8 English - actor, producer, and narrator - Accused of 8 counts of sexual harassment and said that racism doesn’t exist today (plus that people can “look at him” as an example to show that).

Sam Touzani (1968) Rifian Amazigh - actor, comedian, and presenter. - Islamophobic statements.

Marion Cotillard (1975) Kabyle Amazigh / Breton - actress and singer-songwriter. - Supports Woody Allen.

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