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Enregistrement par Jacques pour Sylvia

In Uncategorized on September 23, 2011 at 8:10 pm

« Bonjour mon amour,

Il est certain que si tu écoutes cette cassette, ma petite Sylvie d’amour, c’est que je ne suis plus. Simple souvenir de ma voix, simple souvenir de nous deux. Tu te souviens de comme nous étions heureux ? Mais oui, ma puce, ton mari est mort abattu par les policiers, mais ça nous le savions déjà. Nous savions que ca pouvait un jour arriver, tu te rappelles, je te le disais. Mais maintenant tu es seule, seule avec ta peine, seule avec ta souffrance … Une chose, mon ange, il faut vivre, tu sais. Cette grande peine qui te fait mal au cœur et tout, tu t’imagines que tout est fini, que tout est terminé pour toi. Non. Vis, vis comme je te le disais, et puis c’est tout. Vis avec nos souvenirs, mais ne t’emprisonne pas dans nos souvenirs surtout. Une chose est certaine, mon petit chat, c’est l’amour que tu m’as apporté. Ça a été quelque chose de merveilleux. Car à quarante-trois ans, quarante-deux, plutôt, aimer comme je t’ai aimée c’est impensable. Tu m’as tout amené de toi, vingt-quatre heures par jour. Tu as été complètement avec moi, ça a été une communion, notre amour. Alors si les larmes te viennent aux yeux, comprends une chose, nous avons vécu ça, et bien des gens n’ont jamais vécu l’amour. Ma fin, c’était une chose presque inévitable.

Tu sais, chérie, quand un homme vit par les armes, la violence et le vol, c’est très rarement qu’il meurt dans son lit. Et puis, en fin de compte, ma mort n’est pas plus stupide que si j’étais mort au volant d’une voiture ou à Usinor en travaillant pour un patron. Que les flics m’aient assassiné ou pas, c’est possible, la question ne se pose pas. Face à un type comme moi, il n’y a pas tellement de cadeau à faire, je n’en fais pas non plus de mon coté. Donc la haine, ca sert à rien de l’avoir.

On se retrouvera peut être un jour ! Où ? Ah ! En enfer, mon ange. J’y suis bien, entre parenthèses. Toi qui as toujours froid, je peux te garantir que … super, en plus en enfer on rigole drôlement bien, parce qu’il n’y a que les gens qui s’emmerdaient sur terre qui y sont actuellement ! Ah, tu sais, je rigole, je rigole d’être mort parce que la mort à la finale, tu sais, c’est rien pour celui qui a su vivre. Ceux qui ont raté leur vie, en fin de compte, sont des morts vivants. Eh oui, mon bébé, mon plus beau cimetière, et c’est pas péjoratif ce que je vais dire, mais enfin, ma plus belle cellule, c’est ton cœur et j’y suis bien, et je tien à y rester aussi longtemps que tu penseras à moi et que tu m’aimeras. Quant à la criminalité, eh bien, j’avais fait un choix et face à la société, dès l’instant où je suis mort, je ne suis plus coupable de rien puisque j’ai payé ; et la fin, je veux rester un exemple, peut être un mauvais exemple, alors c’est ca qui est terrible.

Certains vont faire de moi un héros, alors qu’il n’y a pas de héros dans la criminalité. Il n’y a que des hommes qui sont marginaux, qui n’acceptent pas les lois parce que les lois sont faites pour les riches et les forts, on en sait quelque chose. Moi, j’ai choisi d’être aisé par le crime en m’attaquant, presque toujours je pense, aux nantis et aux riches. J’étais plus riche qu’eux, parce que j’avais l’amour en plus, l’amour, et puis je pense le courage, le courage de mes opinions et de ce que j’avais décidé d’être. Terrible, mon ange. L’enfer … J’aime bien toutes ces théories complètement stupides que la religion impose aux hommes, il n’y a pas d’enfer, il n’y a pas de paradis. Le paradis, c’est sur terre, ou l’enfer c’est sur terre qu’on le vit. Il n’y a pas d’autre monde, il y’a simplement une autre manière de vivre. L’esprit ne meurt pas, la preuve c’est que tu penses à moi. »

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Tu la joues pas les poètes disparus

In Uncategorized on September 23, 2011 at 7:58 pm

Ecclésiaste : Chapitre 3 – Peace Process : Book lost

In Uncategorized on September 23, 2011 at 7:37 pm

There is a time for everything,  and a season for every activity under the heavens:

   A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
  A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build,
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to tear and a time to mend,

   A time to be silent and a time to speak,

   A time to love and a time to hate,

   A time for war and a time for peace.

Discovery of the week

In Uncategorized on September 22, 2011 at 6:14 pm

 

 

Lettre 71 Le Vicomte à La Marquise

In Uncategorized on September 22, 2011 at 6:08 pm

“Je réussis, et j’obtins qu’elle lui ferait une querelle de cette même partie de chasse, à laquelle, bien évidemment, il n’avait consenti que pour elle. On ne pouvait prendre un plus mauvais prétexte : mais nulle femme n’a mieux que la Vicomtesse ce talent, commun à toutes, de mettre l’humeur à la place de la raison, et de n’être jamais si difficile à apaiser que quand elle a tort. Le moment d’ailleurs n’était pas commode pour les explications; et ne voulant qu’une nuit, je consentais qu’ils se raccommodassent le lendemain. “

Home

In Uncategorized on September 22, 2011 at 2:05 pm

Alexander Ebert and Jade Castrinos from Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

– Jade?
– Alexander?
– Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
– I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
– Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?
– Yes, I do.
– Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.
– What didn’t you tell me?
– While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now.
– Now I know.

My Opinion: Classical Music is too white.

In Uncategorized on September 22, 2011 at 10:45 am

For some days now, I have been wondering about the future of Classical Culture and Classical Music in particular. I explain myself. Last Thursday, I have assisted to one of the most amazing concert I have been in my entire life. This young pianist Khatia Bunishvili (previous article) interpreted Chopin and Listz with such a virtuosity that she nearly made me cry. Yes, I was quite vulnerable but the moment in itself was just perfect. Large jogging, large sweater, perfect seat in front of her hands, I was in heaven. However, being alone during the interlude, I decided to walk in the corridors and the rooms of this 1927 building with a nice glass of wine. I nearly stifled myself when I realized that there wasn’t ONE single black person in the auditorium out of 1913 seats that night. I felt nearly embarrassed to be there, among this old, French, white bourgeoisie; they all look the same and I was convinced that I was the only one who even thought about this kind of problem. The rest of the audience had to take it for granted. I figured that it was a special night and I just stopped thinking about it and enjoyed the representation  … Unfortunately, neither my night at the charming Théatre de l’Atelier nor my evening at the Comédie Francaise has  calmed down my new thoughts. ( Well … I found one chador and one big black guy at the Comédie, and I felt exstatic). More seriously now … I have this very naïve idea that classical music is universal and can speak to everyone no matter the color, the religion, the age or the sex.

So, I ask the question: Why don’t we see any black people in the field of classical music or attending classical performances?

1. The first argument people may advance is money . Music lessons and concerts are usually expensive and since we take for granted that minorities from poor neighbourhood care more about what they are going to eat than the next piano concert at the Salle Pleyel whereas older and wealthier people have the time to sit and listen to it, the money to pay to hear it or to pay for lessons; you can foresee the result.

However, I refute this argument because I got my ticket for 10 euros and 12 euros for the Theatre. Moreover, today many actions from the governments are put in  practice in order to “democratize” the access to culture. When you’re under 18, museums are free and you can easily get tickets for any show for less than 15euros. The gap of “access to culture” is moving, and there are as well a lot of local and communal centre for young people to learn a music instrument.  I am convinced that even if the tickets would be 1euro or free, you would not see more black people in the audience.

2. So, the argument that follows is the simplistic one: it’s a “cultural thing”. Yes, blacks have jazz; raga, blues, rap, hip-hop and we have … classical music. Black people do not go to classical performances because for them is much more than just music, it’s a symbolic step. They must feel that they have nothing in common with this environment. I am not sure either I would go to a concert if I had to be the only white among 2000 blacks. Despite many efforts to change this situation, classical music sticks to the image of being a cultural movement instaured by the white people and for the white people.

Once again, I refute completely this argument. If classical music is for “whites only” what do we do with Mitsuko Uchida, Jessye Norman, Zubin Mehta and Yo Yo Ma? Do they fit into this racially discriminative scenario? We all know that today most of future classical musicians come from South East Asia, are they becoming white when it comes to music? Maybe the term white, just means “non-black”.

        Music is not about race, it is about access and education.

I feel very lucky to be brought up in a home where my parents encourage us all to play an instrument, to go to concerts and to listen to music whether it was classical or rap; every kind was accepted. It is true that serious study of music is passed within families through generations. However, if it is not at home, today, where a kid can discover music? As they are more and more exposed to internet and television, we could expect some improvement from channels but you can forget about it. Since classical music and culture do not make any audience (=money), private channels mainly prefer to give society the bullshit of reality show rather than educate them despite the promises of different government to put pressure on national TV (Frederic Mitterand in France on France Television 2/3/5). So eventually … School.

Some surveys claim that many children leave school unable to differentiate between a violin and a guitar. There is a very serious problem and from my personal experience the conclusion I drew is that it is a vicious circle:  as long as classical music will be considered as white, middle-upper class, elitist and old there cannot be any meaningful improvement in musical education caused by a clear lack of instrumental tuition in schools, particularly at primary level. And if there is no improvement in the education (at the root of the problem) classical music will remain an old, white, bourgeois music. Furthermore, it is important to note that it is not harder to learn about an orchestra, and the history of classical music than it is to learn about rap (I used to understand absolutely nothing to the lyrics, and sometimes I still don’t. People had to explain me some words. True story) it’s just that we are more exposed to hip-hop and rap; we hear it everywhere, every time we turn on the radio or the TV so it’s the easy way.

Julian Weber attacks the heart of the problem when he says:  « It may seem an obvious question, but how can anyone like any kind of music if they never hear it? White people decided that they liked MOBO – music of black origin – (jazz, rock and roll, r’n’b) because they had easy access to it – and they particularly liked it when it was “legitimised” by one of their own colour. To interest black people in classical music, we need more young black role models like the organist and conductor Wayne Marshall. Our present system is not designed to produce them. »

In conclusion, we have to tackle the problem of the musical education system and encourage kids from every social class to have access to instrumental tuition. There is a lot of work to do but it is definitely crucial for the well-being of the society in terms of social mobility and racial mixity. It is the time to reject this stupid theory that claims that “black people don’t like classical music”. It is false! It is time to go beyond the racial stereotypes we have and all appreciate together the perfect harmony of an orchestra. Eminem made it, he’s a white boy in a black-dominated field and he probably had to fight twice harder to get where he is today. Some have dreamt about having a Black president governing the United States of America, I am simply dreaming of a Black conductor directing the Orchestre of Paris. So as “the King” used to say : a little less conversation , a little more action please!

News

In Uncategorized on September 20, 2011 at 1:03 pm

Au lecteur

In Uncategorized on September 20, 2011 at 12:57 pm

“Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l’incendie n’ont pas encore brodé de leurs plaisants dessins, le canevas banal de nos piteux destins ; c’est que notre âme, hélas! n’est pas assez hardie. Mais parmi les chacals, les panthères, les lices, les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents, les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants. Dans la ménagerie infâme de nos vices, Il en est un plus laid, plus méchant, plus immonde!

Quoiqu’il ne pousse ni grands gestes, ni grands cris, Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris
Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde. C’est l’Ennui!

Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat.”

Charles Baudelaire

La Guerre est déclarée

In Uncategorized on September 20, 2011 at 11:56 am

La guerre est déclarée raconte la véritable histoire des deux coscénaristes Valérie Donzelli et Jérémie Elkaim. Deux jeunes gens tombent éperdument amoureux  jusqu’à ce qu’ils apprennent que leur très jeune enfant est atteint d’une tumeur au cerveau. Contrairement à ce que l’on pourrait imaginer, le film ne tombe pas dans une caricature déprimante de la maladie. Les angoisses de ces jeunes parents sont adoucies par l’humour, le propos est traité avec beaucoup de finesse, de légèreté et de désinvolture. C’est l’histoire d’une dure réalité qui atteint de nombreuses familles dans le monde, c’est une histoire de courage et de combat contre la maladie, de panache, d’énergie, c’est l’histoire du couple et surtout une magnifique histoire d’amour ! Ce film représentera la France pour l’Oscar du meilleur film étranger à la 84e édition de la très prestigieuse cérémonie américaine qui se tiendra le 26 février prochain. C’est certainement un film à ne pas manquer. Courrez dans les salles. On en sort en ayant envie d’embrasser son voisin(e).