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jason blacker

live your life as art

About Me

south african by birth, canadian by the cold...er of late. writer and painter and poet with art as a living testament to life. an artist who believes that art is nothing if not a lens to human evolution. the african sun has coloured and bleached the canvas of my life and influenced the artist and the art. the blood and soil and toil all find their places on the cotton and wood of my canvas and paper.
i've just started a brand spanking new blog that deals with all sorts of current issues as i interpret them. please check it out. the nice thing about it too is that it's commercial free!!: DUQQAH.COM
i have also started a small boutique vegan, organic and natural body care products company by the name of blackers. no harm, all nourishment. you can check it out here: BLACKERS.CA


to buy my book (PLEASE:O)) visit amazon here: BLACK DOG BLEEDING on Amazon.com
you can also buy it at lulu and read the first 2 chapters here: BLACK DOG BLEEDING
the description from my novel: BLACK DOG BLEEDINGThe story of one man’s journey to hell. Hell does have a name...Robben Island.
This story, though fictional, is based on, and honors, the life - and death - of Stephen Biko. Thirty years ago, an ordinary man, a solitary man, was dragged into a hellish world of sadistic, outrageous, relentless hate and racism.
It is 1977, Johannesburg, South Africa. Some cruelly, viciously and sadistically wielded power meant to scourge, some broke under its weight, while some remained unbent, immovable under it, resolute of spirit, and ultimately, tragically, indomitable.
This is the story of such a man...One man, but a man who overcame unbelievable atrocities to salvage a nation. Martyred but not forgotten... One man that ignited change, bringing freedom to all his countrymen. The story of Stephen Biko, though familiar to many, is a tragedy beyond what any man, any person should ever have to endure.
This story is embedded in the dark and bloody years of apartheid. It is the story of one individual, but speaks to the suffering of countless innocent souls. We may all be familiar with racism, but how many of us know, truly understand its horrors, its injustices, indignities and base brutality?
This is not a story for the feint of heart or stomach. It is a story, not meant to shock, but to shine the unapologetic, unflattering light of truth on a situation that was, and is very real. Told through one man’s journey, it will lay bare any and all realities of a world that for some was inescapable. The pain is real. The horrors are real. Ignoring them won’t change a thing. Understanding it just might...
-[Black Dog Bleeding] is [Jason's] first novel. His homage and genuflection to the beautiful people, the beautiful land he left behind. Painted on my soul. We are all one my brothers and my sisters. Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika


and for wickedly nourishing, gentle and harmless body care products check out blackers: ORGANIC, NATURAL TOILETRIES

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 2/7/2008
Band Website: http://www.blackers.ca"

blackers.ca


Band Members:

the grand trifecta of me, myself and our younger cousin i.


Influences:

WRITERS: edgar allan poe, walt whitman, charles bukowski, chuck phalaniuk, w h auden, e e cummings, dylan thomas, raymond chandler, sylvia plath, alan paton, j m coetzee, nadine gordimer and k sello duiker amongst many others.

ARTISTS: michelangelo, da vinci, van gogh, kandinsky, gauguin, banksy, pollock and basquiat amongst many others.

MUSICIANS: bob marley, peter tosh, u2, ub40, mika, bob dylan, mahlathini, johnny clegg, tony bird, ladysmith black mambazo and lucky dube amongst others.


Sounds Like:

sober jack kerouac dragged through the gravel of charles bukowski with the soft editing of archangels.


Record Label:

blackbird publishing


Type of Label: None

My Blog

poem of the week (stars and fucks)

stars and fucksthe cup is redand we're a full monthfrom christmasthe bitter dregsthis daily swilllike the grindsoil toil tilland still not a vicarious thrillso many chipperfolkchristmas is comingi...
Posted by jason blacker on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 02:31:00 PST

poem of the week (blood currency)

blood currencylife like a bird shot with arrowblood dripping oozing from heartthe look a startled glancethe breath billows escaping to the gallowsa blink of the eyea shadow pressing behindthe pain a m...
Posted by jason blacker on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 09:34:00 PST

poem of the week (a nod and a wink)

a nod and a winkyou stand there a lion of a mannot a smile not a smirk not a growla beaming wife next to youall dressed in white is she not defiledyour hair is still goldilocks like the other daybut t...
Posted by jason blacker on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 11:59:00 PST

poem of the week (white fog)

white fogpeople are nice when it’s coldlights blink on the roadand they merge carefullydragging veilsof smokelike white flagsflapping and waving behindand social gracesare sharpened by the bitte...
Posted by jason blacker on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 04:11:00 PST