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Behold The Invisible!

Afro-Surreal presupposes that beyond this visible world, there is an invisible world striving to manifest. It is our job to uncover it. We strive for rococo: the beautiful, the sensuous, and the whimsical by restoring the cult of the past, revisiting old ways with new eyes.

Excess is the only legitimate means of subversion.
Hybridization is a form of disobedience.
Music Afrosurreal expresses this overflow.

-D. Scot Miller

D. Scot Miller is a Bay Area writer, visual artist, teacher, curator. He sits on the board of directors of nocturnes review, and is a regular contributor to The East Bay Express, San Francisco Bay Guardian, Popmatters, and Mosaic Magazine. He is completing a book of poems, his Afro-surreal novel, Knot Frum Hear, and has recently published his old fashioned manifesto simply titled: AfroSurreal.

Cover Art “Knot Frum Hear” by Tan Khanh Cao
propsRadio • AFRO-SURREAL
The Art Ensemble of Chicago "Nfamoudou-Boudougou" Bap-Tizum (Atlantic)
Erykah Badu "Danger" Worldwide Underground (Motown)
Handsome Boy Modeling School feat. Miho Hatori & Mike D. "Metaphysical" So... How's Your Girl? (Tommy Boy)
Sun Ra "Exotic Forest" Nothing Is... (Free Jazz)
The Broun Fellinis "Q Phlat" Aphrokubist Improvisations Vol. 9 (Moonshine)
Anti-Pop Consortium "Silver Heat" Arrhythmia (Warp)
Ghostface Killah "Apollo Kids" Supreme Clientele (Razor Sharp)
Fishbone "Freddie's Dead" Truth And Soul (Columbia)
Mike Ladd "Sleep Patterns Of Black Expatriots Circa 1960" Negrophilia (Thirsty Ear)

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MAGNA-VOX

That dot of light,

on the television,
right after you
turn it
off.

Align with the single star
boxed in the mighty voice

jackpot orbs and cubes
fill black cashmere sacks with glowing
blue brims

we remove the mirrored funnel,
open the beaten and stamped package
wrapped in copper.
smear cobalt across our palms.

snippets of paper crinkles
feet shuffling sand, on wood,
on granite,
a guttural wail
of shuddering light rails with
teeth mashing.

What worlds exist through
the pinhole?

Did you ever place your pupil
flat the screen?

Just your memory now.