…maybe I should just reference that anarchic pull inside of me, the razzled strips of energy flowing through me, my grandiose moods, and my inability to sit still for bullshit or wait for the train…Perhaps it is my ancestral neuroses filtering through my brain, flooding my soul – the Bushmen of Africa, the Aboriginals of Australia, and the Adavasi of India all are historically nomadic peoples and have influenced my genetic make-up. It may have some relevancy, but it seems too academic.
Let’s get down to it: By “nomad,” I actually mean those who may be tramps, but specifically – those not allowed to be mad. No mad people. As in “You cannot be angry" because they won't let you. But if that is who you are from the start then you are already doomed.
Known as THE NOMAD JUNKIE due to his peripatetic lifestyle and artistic restlessness.DENNIS LEROY KANGALEE is a NYC-based writer/dramatist from Queens born to West Indian parents. He has led several lives & is constantly looking for meaning. Poet, performer, & dramatist he has been an Outsider Artist from the get go, choosing to do his "own thing" as opposed to being a part of the "Industry" -- sometimes to his own detriment.
Kangalee's writing is both political and personal. His poetry, stories, and plays reflect his own anger and frustration as he sees the world's injustice in an everyday observation.
Inspired by Protest Art, early punk & rap, revolutionary jazz, and Theater of the Absurd, Kangalee draws inspiration from his own life as as opposed to Literary History or knowledge of the classics. He writes for the little man caught in the snow and beneath the corporate avalanche, those who draw lines in the sand--the losers, the rebels, the tormented, and the romantic rovers hovering on the margins of the mainstream who dare to try to make sense of "life in society" and the doorway of 21st Century-Brave New World-ethos.
Initially an actor, he was expelled from Juilliard in 1997 (due to his insistence that he would host the very first Black American Theater Seminar in Lincoln Center with or without the support of his teachers!), and he became a maverick director amongst the New York indepedent off & off-off Broadway scene -- staging plays at the Ohio on Wooster street, Independent Art HERE, and the National Black Theater on 125th street-- before nearly losing himself to a catatonic state of depression and drug abuse with the turn of the new millennium. It was romantic love and a return to writing that later rehabilitated him. In a self imposed exile overseas, he began to write under an assumed moniker -- The Nomad Junkie -- giving birth to a prolific stream of work between 2005 and 2007 and the second phase of his life.
Although best regarded for his 2002 avant-garde underground film about racism As an Act of Protest, and his poetry chapbook Lying Meat --he began working on "the NY Horror" series (assorted sketches depicting the suburbanization of New York City and the erosion of its spirit) in 2006 -- affirming his respectd cult stature among the disintegrating NY "underground".
In 2011, he appeared as the Nomad Junkie in his “punk” performance piece Gentrified Minds, a theatrical adaptation of his dystopic New York writings excoriating the nature of gentrification and the creepy suburbanization of NYC. The solo play was directed by his wife and partner, Nina Fleck, with music by his fictitious band The Children of Warhol. It premiered April 22, 2011 at 8PM at the Manhattan Movement and Arts Center as part of the 9th Annual Downtown Urban Theater Festival. It was the first time Kangalee had performed in nearly a decade.
Since 1998, he has begged, borrowed, and stolen to support his art. Now, however, instead of chasing and slaying dragons, he has become more interested in cultivating gardens and letting the muse visit on her own time. In addition to producing Nina Fleck's first feature film, "Beyond The Ashes," he is currently developing material for a spoken word EP enititled "FAIL BETTER (Broken Emails to Beckett)" -- a sonic collage of poems/texts/songs that reflect on age, death, the past, apathy, and the strange oppressive forces one finds gathered in what we call life.
Dennis Leroy Kangalee can be reached directly at firstname.lastname@example.org
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