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Vietnam War

In Uncategorized on February 24, 2011 at 6:29 pm

Eddie Adams won the Pulitzer Price in 1969.

In my opinion it is probably one of the most powerful war picture I have ever seen and a very brilliant piece of photography. The picture really captures a precise moment and represents the extreme brutality of the Vietnam War ( as all the others you may argue). While the face expression of the South Vietnamese officer seems so cold and rigid , the Viet Cong prisoner is dying and suffers as the bullet enters his head. I believe that these kind of pictures really change the way people see the war and the world in a certain extent , in any case it changed history.

Adams wrote in Time:

“The general killed the Viet Cong; I killed the general with my camera. Still photographs are the most powerful weapon in the world. People believe them; but photographs do lie, even without manipulation. They are only half-truths. … What the photograph didn’t say was, ‘What would you do if you were the general at that time and place on that hot day, and you caught the so-called bad guy after he blew away one, two or three American people?’ […] He was fighting our war, not their war, our war, and … all the blame is on this guy.”

Indeed this picture in quite one-sided. Adams reminds us that the Viet Cong prisoner had not only killed a police major who was one of Loan’s (the officer) best friend , but had knifed his entire family. The wife , six kids … The whole family. He will even admit later that, since he did not have the picture of the prisoner blowing up the family , it was the perfect propaganda for North Vietnam and anti-war public opinion.


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Quete de plaisir fugace

In Uncategorized on February 24, 2011 at 5:58 pm

“Pourtant la France est le pays de la liberte. Ce qui m’autorise a revendiquer le Droit de me Bruler les Ailes, le Droit de Tomber Bien Bas, le Droit de Couler a Pic. Ce sont des Droits de l’Homme qui devraient figurer dnas le preambule  de la Constitution au meme titre que le Droit de Tromper sa Femme sans etre Photographie dans les Journeaux, le Droit de Coucher avec une Prostituee, le Droit de Fumer une Cigarette en Avion ou de Boire du Whisky sur un Plateau de Television, le Droit de Faire l’Amour sans Preservatif avec des personnes Acceptant de Courir ce Risque, le Droit de Mourir dans la Dignite Quand on est Atteint d’une Maladie Douloureusement Incurable, le Droit de Grignoter entre les Repas, le Droit de ne Pas Manger Cinq Fruits et Legumes par Jour, le Droit de Coucher avec une Personne de Seize Ans consentante sans que celle-ci ne Porte Plainte Cinq Ans Apres pour Corruption de Mineur … Je continue ?

Un Roman Francais

Coca-Cola

In Uncategorized on February 24, 2011 at 5:51 pm

“Coca-Cola remains emblematic of the best and worst of America and Western civilization. The history of Coca-Cola is the often funny story of a group of men obsessed with putting a trivial soft drink “within an arm’s reach of desire.” But at the same time, it is a microcosm of American history. Coca-Cola grew up with the country, shaping and shaped by the times. The drink not only helped to alter consumption patterns, but attitudes toward leisure, work, advertising, sex, family life, and patriotism.”

Mark Pendergrast , For God, Country, and Coca Cola

Without a Coca-Cola life is unthinkable.

Aboli bibelot d’inanité sonore!

In Uncategorized on February 23, 2011 at 5:52 pm

Roberto Battistini , 1985

The Awakening.

In Uncategorized on February 22, 2011 at 12:26 pm

Hosni Mubarak and Colonel Gaddafi in 1989

Libyan leader Muammar al-Qaddafi welcomed African and Arab leaders to the opening of the first African-Arab summit in more than 30 years the 10th October 2010

Ben Ali meets Libya’s leader Muammar Gaddafi during an EU-Africa summit in Tripoli

Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak, receiving Colonel Gaddafi, in palace presidential in July 2002 in Cairo .

Good old Times …

BGBD

In Uncategorized on February 21, 2011 at 6:14 pm

Je suis celui qui pénètre votre cerveau. Je jouis dans votre hémisphère droit. Votre désir ne vous appartient plus : je vous impose le mien. C’est moi qui décide aujourd’hui ce que vous allez vouloir demain. L’idéal, serait que vous commenciez par me détester avant de détester l’époque qui m’a crée. Mais je ne vais pas travestir la vérité : je ne suis pas un gentil garçon, je suis une grosse merde. Un héros moderne, quoi.

99F

Quand je priais pour les Éthiopiens à la messe de l’école Bossuet, c’était surtout pour ne pas leur ressembler.

Un roman Francais

Pour créer des besoins, il faut attiser la jalousie, la douleur, l'inassouvissement.

Mais mon coeur bat aussi parce que j’espere croiser les filles du garde-barriere. Isabelle et Michele Mirailh avaient la peau doree, les yeux verts, les dents immaculees, des salopettes en jean qui s’arretaient au-dessus des genoux. Mon grand-pere n’aimait pas qu’on les frequente mais je n’y peux rien si les plus belles filles du monde sont socialement defavorisees, c’est surement Dieu qui cherche a retablir un semblant de justice sur cette terre. De toute maniere elles n’avaient d’yeux que pour Charles, qui ne les voyait pas.

Un roman Francais

Naître à Neuilly s/ Seine ne constitue certes pas un handicap dans 
la vie mais cette localité ne vous inocule pas le sens du combat.

Une génération insomniaque se rassemblait un lundi soir pour lutter contre le froid, la solitude, la crise qui se profilait déjà à l’horizon, allez savoir, les excuses pour se bourrer la gueule ne manquent jamais.

Mon seul espoir, en entamant ce plongeon, est que l’écriture ravive la mémoire. La littérature se souvient de ce que nous avons oublié: écrire c’est lire en soi.

Eurostar

In Uncategorized on February 21, 2011 at 1:21 pm

Love is no good for anyone. It writes the occasional brilliant pop song – and even more rarely a fine poem. The only reliably good thing about being in love is the weight loss (but it’s heartbreak that really takes the pounds off). Other than that, love is a form of insanity. […] One of the reasons I love and hate London in equal doses is that there is no love here. Of course, mothers love their babies and couples do fall in love. But really, the self-seeking drive required flourish in a metropolis doesn’t leave too much time for tenderness. Love is more of a game here: entertainment. That’s the thing about love: there is great fun in trying to find it. It keeps much of London’s nightlife afloat. Going out with a gimlet eye and new shoes is a drug. I have found love here many times – too many, possibly. Einstein said the definition of insanity is “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” The ups and downs of falling in and out of love keeps life exciting, but if it’s long-term real love you are looking for then you’re in the wrong place. Happy Valentine’s”

Kate Spicer

In Uncategorized on February 21, 2011 at 1:16 pm

SATC

In Uncategorized on February 21, 2011 at 12:47 pm

Big : Oh, I get it… You’ve never been in love.
Carrie : Wait… have you ever been in love?
Big : Abso-fucking-lutely!

Jacques Verges, l’avocat des causes perdues

In Uncategorized on February 21, 2011 at 12:36 pm

Au jugement de Klaus Barbie en 1987

Selon Bernard-Henry Lévy, ” c’est le premier procès dont le  héros ne soit pas l’accusé mais son avocat. ”

Au jugement de Omar Raddad , en 1994

Mao Tse Tung

Klaus Barbie

Polpot

Carlos

Milosevic

Gbagbo

Garaudy