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Literary Activism and Arts Management Workshop

Literary Activism and Arts Management Workshop
Africa Writes Bristol
11.30 to 14:00, Saturday 7 October
Hamilton House, 80 Stokes Croft, BS1 3QY

Have you set up or are you thinking of setting up an online magazine or producing an arts event? Would you like to exchange ideas and practical advice on how to successfully position and sustain a new cultural or creative initiative? This workshop is designed for aspiring, early career and established creatives, literary activists and arts managers interested in sharing experiences and building best practice.

The workshop will focus in particular on:

  • Setting up and running an online literary magazine
  • Producing literary events

It includes presentations from successful practitioners including Edwige-Renée Dro (Abidjan Lit), Henry Brefo (Writivism) and Zahrah Nesbitt-Ahmed (Bookshy), as well as the opportunity for Q&A sessions with these established literary activists, and time to discuss and develop your own ideas and plans.

There are 25 places available for the workshop. Register by sending a short bio (no more than 100 words) to ras_events@soas.ac.uk.

In partnership with the Centre for African Cultural Excellence & the Centre for Black Humanities at the University of Bristol.

Part of Africa Writes Pop-Up: Bristol – the festival presenting an exciting series of events celebrating contemporary African literature and thought, 6-7 October. With book launches, film screenings, discussions, family activities, workshops, and a poetry night, the festival brings you a vibrant programme showcasing the best new writing from the continent and the diaspora.



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