Gypsy Jazz - Chat blanc chat noir*

* 'Black Female Cat, White Male Cat' is a Yugoslavian Romantic comedy film directed by Emir Kusturica in 1998. It won the Silver Lion for best direction at the Venice Film Festival.
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woman: Why do gypsies always smile even if they live in disgusting conditions?

man: Did anybody tell you that you think too much? Why are you too much into details, details of life are making you older than your age!


photo by Chris Paradis

woman: Since when has the frequency of my brain impulses become a sin?

man: Even this question makes it obvious that you think too much:) Anyways, they smile because they live with(in)/through music i guess...

woman: Happy music?

man: Not necessarily, when music speaks the same language as you do, you become happy although the music sprinkles chili pepper on your agony.

woman: Last night i was thinking :) that gypsy music and jazz can be taken as cousins if not sisters.

man: Strange! Because they have quite different background/history, rhythm and audience than each other's.

woman: I don't think they are that stranger to each other, gypsy music sprinkles chili pepper on your agony and pours honey on your joy and happiness, jazz as well...

man: Let's enjoy the music then! Happy new year!

woman: Happy new year, with blacks and whites!..


http://www.tierranegra.de/

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/33171/fatima_spar_ella/fatima_spar_egyptian_ella

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/81119/jimi_hendrix/Jimi%20Hendrix%20-%20Gypsy%20Eyes

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/98851/john_coltrane/John%20Coltrane%20_07%20_Summertime

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/139022/armstrong/Louis%20Armstrong%20%26amp%3B%20Ella%20Fitzgerald%20It%20Had%20To%20Be%20You

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/55246/emir/Emir%20Kusturica%20-%20Chat%20blanc%20chat%20noir

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/23812/emir/Emir%20Kusturica%20-%20Was%20Romeo%20A%20Jerk

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/80119/emir/11%20-%20Emir%20Kusturica%20%26amp%3B%20The%20No%20Smoking%20Orchestra%20-%20Gruss%20Gott%20Trauer%20-%20Gruss%20Gott%20Trauer

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/23812/mesecina/Goran%20Bregovic%20%26amp%3B%20Emir%20Kusturica%20-%20Mesecina

http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/23812/bubamara/Emir%20Kusturica%20-%20Djindji%20Rindji%20Bubamara

Blind Man's Buff

How can you see the cherries in winter?!

How cant you see? I witnessed the parade of shadows here like all others did…made me chill, made me sweat at the same time, and still does. I stole as many glimpses as possible of the screeching-red lingerie of Madam Life, but it is time to close my eyes for my eyes to be opened, it is time to die before death comes.

Don’t know how to close my eyes and jump into my waters, sounds difficult!

The more acquaintances you get here the more self-alienation you feel, means, the closer you get to what you are surrounded with the less familiar "you" looks to you…Take the risk of being a stranger to everyone and discover walking on the world’s territory without your feet touching on it...

Where to start?

Close your eyes and smell the cherries, get naked from the clothes others put on you to be able to cover yourself freely…Stitch a coat from your own texture and you will find a cherry tree to lean against…

My Spontaneous Feast

…As if a tiny drummer is getting ready to take place on the stage above my stomach, as if somebody is giving start to my soul's feast!...feels like chewing fresh, juicy raspberries, blackberries…Feels like the fun Quasimodo had ringing the bells at the Tower…There is no ugliness, Esmeralda’s beautiful face vanished somewhere inside his hunchback!...
Feels like standing on a mountain and hearing the echo of your own scream…too much oxygen in the air keeping your cheeks red. Feels like putting your mouth under tap, feels like smiling at a child playing in the street whom you don’t know and probably will never see again.
Feels like getting a kiss on your forehead from someone with old, dry, wrinkled lips…There is no ugliness, star-glazed lips vanished in wisdom wrapped by wrinkled skin...

Bouquets of words are being strewed upon my head along with the noise of gleeful trumpets!

Zzzoooorrrrooo!

Somebody emailed me this quote today:

When I hear somebody sigh that Life is hard* , I am always tempted to ask, "Compared to what?" --Sydney J. Harris

Meaningful!

*in turkish: hayat zor

http://radioblogclub.com/open/136299/zorro/Le%20Masque%20de%20Zorro

Imagine Game!

I have been trying to find a word to describe the emotional state reflected by this face...failed...

Is he happy, content or upset? weary, hopeless, frustrated or peaceful? Once my fingers and imagination are done with the pencil work outcome is quite surprising: a total stranger who wanted to see himself through my mirror...

Lets imagine more: He looks like a humble teacher walking by a sunflower farm, but no! His big hat is missing...

He is more like a scriptwriter with no plans for retirement. He must be waiting in a bank queue for a late rent payment not preferring to do this transaction online, maybe he started to hate computers. But his face is being displayed through computer now:)

Love (Loss or Vigorous Enlightment)

I have realized that i have been avoiding listening to love songs, reading-watching pure love stories. Don't remember since when...

Smart (!) women and men of the new century are too cool to be trapped in love adventure.

Has 'love' started to be looked down on and considered as a state of naivete? Or, is the world far more insecure than it was before that people are tend to thicken their shells against any possible emotional dependence. How bizarre, we are getting financially more dependent (on banks, insurance/real estate companies, etc.) while avoiding love which would undermine our so-called freedom and individuality.

Growing numbers are not scary any more. Phonebooks are expanding with new numbers everyday, friends lists are snowballing constantly. And we are safe(!) as long as none of those new contacts has the potential to control our dreams in a way of sneaking in the deep corridors of our inner world. Nothing but fear! Like a librarian who hides the most precious piece of his/her library in case there might be some readers who would misuse it. Just like us locking up our hearts not to be read.

Need to recall the very first divine command from the holy Qoran: Recite (read) !

Are not all the books created dying to be read?

EI

The fishnet: my mind
Today's fish tangled up: "Emotional Intelligence"
Status: Searching...Will be reading about it
Keywords Associated: "harmonic wealth"*, true success, self-healing, positive mental attitude, abundance, emotional energy management, self-contentment...


*James Arthur Ray's system

fell off the swing

Gandalf's grey beard is long enough, everyone who wants can hold on to it...

Have been avoiding differentiating, classifying, defining...everything has started to look blur, muggy...rose petals have spoiled...all lost their identities in the mixture...Need to put everything in its right place again...

"Good" & "Bad" are prisoned in fairy tales or in dreams...Need to release the dreams...

Need to catch the beard!..

http://radioblogclub.com/open/128156/everything_in_its_place/%20RadioHead%20-%20Everything%20In%20Its%20Right%20Place%20-%20Radiohead.rbs

poison

They say: "life is short so enjoy the moment!"

I say: "We are living in this lousy kingdom of poisoned minds, there must be many who feel the poison dispersing in their veins..so do i..."

They say: " You enjoy slapping yourself in the face?!"

I say: " Just craving for sterilization and simplicity"

They say: " Then slow down..."

I say: "Ok. I slow down..."

The Alfa & The Omega

Johnny Cash

"The Man Comes Around"

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse
SongThere's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

Anger

you can not believe how sick and wild people out there can be!..

One of our company drivers Basha (indian) was beaten up by a Kuwaiti on the street yesterday...the reason is that his car slightly touched Basha's car as he made a sudden stop...

He punched him in the face thru window and that was not enough, he pulled him out, knocked him down, kicked him for minutes...this was happening at signals and no one was bothered to stop the guy...finally another kuwaiti managed to end that savagery...

Basha had to go to hospital alone with swollen and bleeding face...he is not able to talk now...

this is the saddest part: he has not decided yet if he will file a case against the guy...As you all know, in Kuwait it is such a big thing for an indian to stand against a Kuwaiti...

i have no more words to say...

Mind Penetrating

Contradiction is the beauty of life, balance too...

I am white yet feel like a nigga sometimes, today too...


Immortal Technique

"Internally Bleeding"

[Verse]
Yea... Yea... Ay yo
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside
Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die
And niggaz wonder why my heart is filled of hatred an anger
Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hangerI strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold
Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold
My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer
But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer
Killing us slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers
The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion
Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christian
I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me
And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs
The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues
Like "Che Guevara" my soliloquies speak to a gun
Paint in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun
Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ
Like Reverond Run, I curse the life of any man who kills
Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger
But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave
Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America
Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books
Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded
Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no
Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator
Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair
Waiting to fry, sooth an electrocution currently used
In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light
Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight
The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I
Stand on his right..

[Hook]
Death is a another part of life..
These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning
These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning

Volcano

I am starting to hate business cards, shaking hands before and after meetings, dear Mr s and Dear Mrs s, ties, suits , lipsticks, fake smiles, uttering "we are the best" s....


things that make me feel like vomiting...hope the list will not be too long as the years pass...

As he said: all i have to do is to shake the palm tree:)


I found a good song for this time of the day...love dusks

http://radioblogclub.com/open/107750/miles/Damien%20Rice%20-%20Volcano

Fuss & Rush

Coldplay - Such A Rush

Such a rush to do nothing at all.
Such a fuss to do nothing at all.
Such a rush to do nothing at all.
Such a rush to get nowhere at all.
Such a fuss to do nothing at all.
Such a rush.

And it's just like you said,
It's just like you said.

Such a rush to do nothing at all.
Such a fuss to get nowhere at all.

Such a fuss (x2)

And it's just like you said.
It's just like you said.

Just slow down please, J
ust slow down,
Just slow down please,
Just slow down.

Such a rush (x15)

Look at all the people going after money.
Far to many people looking for their money.
Everybody's out there, trying to get money.
Why can't you just tell me,
Try to get money, rush.

Such a rush.
They all rush.
Such a rush (x7)



http://radioblogclub.com/open/150334/coldplay_such_a_rush/Coldplay%20-%20Such%20A%20Rush

Carl Gustav Jung

i wish i knew how to interpret my dreams...so that i could understand the message of my wierd dreams...
last night i saw two calves roaming around on green valleys, one of them suddenly died after eating a kind of poisonous plant, i decided to check if he was really dead. I was shocked when i heard some noise coming from his gullet. I put my hand into his throat and pulled out the plant stuck in there, then he started to breath...cant tell how happy i became seeing something come to life

my imagination/subconscious surprises me very often, i have remembered Carl Jung and his dream interpretations now:)

velvet thoughts snowing into my coffee cup

In my dream 2 days back i saw snow in kuwait, yet it was artificial and was poured on a wide area by somebody rich(!)...i threw myself on the snow and rolled down over there...although it was not cold still felt very good...i guess i am really missing the winters in my country, wearing gloves and playing snowball, sliding on ice down the hill next to my house...used to be so much fun to go back home in evenings after staying outside long with red-frozen noses and with last hot breads from the bakery on the upper street.

In the office i was the first this year who started wearing boots and thick, long-necked sweaters. Each season is like a different realm to enter, once you step in you should follow the rules and live it up!

Toasting to the winter with my turkish coffee:)

childhood memories & daisy chain

...we used to go to grandpa & grandma's village every summer...

i remember the first time i tried to milk a cow, after that i started to understand why grandma's hands looked so strong and veiny...i remember the first time i saw a chicken suffering and screaming to be able to give birth to protein balls for us, back then i used to believe that there was golden-egg-producing chicken somewhere out there...

we used to make daisy crowns which looked great on long hair...we used to play fortune-telling game with those daisy flowers, trying to find out if our (future/potential) white-horsed princes would love us or not...

The kite in the goblet

Do you have people around you making you feel like shit, too?!

Do you spend most of your time in an environment making you feel like shit, too?!

Then, do you find your head and neck occupied with millions of ants roaming right under skin like spreading a black magic, too?!

are you damn scared of being released from hands and at the same time damn eager to be set free just like a kite in the sky, too?!

Do you wish to find a goblet of mysterious drink that would make you disappear for as long as you want, too?!

Oh Lord save me from me, save me from others!..

green tea - honey - brown bread

Inertia is killing my soul...

trying to heal myself with music (it is ironic that i am listening to Karma Police-Radiohead now, many of you might call it depressing)

i gave some from my sorrow and distress to the sea & wind yesterday...they did not complain...

I feel like a farmer who gets sick when harvest season comes...And i know that my golden yellow fields are out there awaiting me while i am stuck in bed!..


Later...

wading slowly

dont know how manyth time i have been listening to this song today:


Elysian Fields
Lady in the Lake


Used to go skinny dipping
Trapping love in a lake
Wading slowly
Gripping sun with a rake
Now the pool in your heart is frozen
And I never did learn how to skate
But it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Oh wont you listen to the lady in the lake
We drifted swiftly
Paper sails in the breakers
We buried treasure
There was nothing to take
And the pool in your mouth is frozen
And I never did learn how to skate
But it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Oh wont you listen to the lady in the lake
No it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Shes frozen love, as you left her
Out of whos womb came the ice
And the hoary frost of heaven
Who hath gendered it
The waters are hid as with a stone
And the face of the deep is frozen
No it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Oh wont you listen to the lady in the lake
No it doesnt matter anyway
Im on the wrong side of the water
Shes frozen love as you left her
Fish out the lady in the lake

Bound to collide eachother ...From the movie Crash...

Stereophonics

Maybe Tomorrow

I've been down
andI'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

worn out (like my shoeheels)

i hate high-heels...they are not to wear in such a sandy country and they are not for me cuz i like walking...

I have so many words accumulated inside me but none of them wants to come out...

i guess it is time to leave this country...i feel like a dry leaf being swept by wind again...
A friend of mine told me once: "you are confused, whatever you do/decide make sure you dont get wasted..."

New nightmare: getting wasted!..

I can see some new flames on the horizon...I should learn not be scared of possible disappointments...hope is always good even when lasts short...

I have an interview on sunday! Lets see...

Yesterday:

1. I discovered a website which i highly recommend those who are interested in intercultural networking (between the West and Arab-Muslim World) and conflict resolution to visit:

http://www.soliya.net/

They need voluntary online facilitators, i am thinking...might apply for that.


2. I visited my colleague's place to see her 2 months' baby, she is like a piece of brownie:) By the way everyday i am learning more about Indian customs, for most of Indians it is a must to give massage to babies especially during their first month...the massage lady was so tough doing this oil massage that the baby was crying. They think that this way babies will have wellshaped bodies and will be healthier in future.

3. I went to a photography exhibiton in Bushahri Gallery ( i forgot the name of the artist ), the theme is children from different parts of the world...I really liked the works, there are a few photos taken in Turkey also:). The exhibition will be open this week, you can pass by in the evening...


The weather is a little cloudy today and i am sleepy...

complaints, confessions...

office sucks, me sucks, people around suck! i guess i am under risk of chronic pessimism & chronic lack of achievement...my pink glasses have turned into black...my life has been tasteless lately, i wish i could sleep for a few months and wake up to a better life/world...Awaiting a miracle from the Lord, creator of all miracles including the life!

I am trying to leave my stupid job and hunt another (most probably again stupid) job while dreaming to join a master program of "International Peace & Conflict Resolution"..Unfortunately my dreams dont seem to go hand-in-hand with my reality...

That is it for now

Later...

gullet, lies and tears

if you are in the mood for a good cry (have just remembered now Wong Car Wai's "In the Mood for Love") you tend to put less make-up not to look scary after the weeping session:)

when one is humid, cloudy inside he/she weeps...just like i did this morning on the way to the office not paying attention to people's staring at me who were stuck in traffic ...
By the way i wonder why parents take their kids to school by their cars in Kuwait which causes a damn traffic jam every morning. Wasting time & energy...everybody starts a day with bad mood. Why dont students take school buses in this country?

I have throat ache again...can guess the reasons: weather change, not eating well, depression...
I should ask for one more tea from the teaboy Shajeeh whom i like most in this company, he learned from me how to say 'how are you' in Turkish so whenever he sees me he asks: "Nasilsin sheriiifffuuuu?" and i reply "iyiyim Shajuuuuuh!" (lying sometimes about how i am)

when i was a kid i used to make my plastic globe spin in my hand, the world looked so big back then...now the world is settled & i spin...

...came from the "lost world" and got lost on world territory...souls can not be bound to any kind of maps...does that mean anything to be currently located in the Middle East, or the fact that i might be heading north west soon?
Do climates or faces of people that we are surrounded with or the types of sounds we hear every day have big share in shaping our personalities, setting amount of our hopes and directing our dreams? Still not sure about that...
Does it really matter for how many years we have been carrying our bodies with us? I would tend to say no...
How much our occupation/things we do to earn our lives affect inner energy reserves? I could easily say "too much"...Maybe because i have never been fully satisfied with my jobs so far and am too much frustrated with the current one these days...
I wonder so much how many people who love their jobs exist on the world...Dont know what to answer, somebody told me that" researchers say only %10"...

that is all what my office inspired me today:)

Autumn (or winter) in Kuwait & Nostalgia

This is how the weather change in Q8 feels like:


Martha's Harbour

I sit by the harbour
The sea calls to meI hide in the water
But l need to breathe
You are an ocean wave my love
Crashing at the bowI am a galley slave my love
If only I would find out the wayTo sail you...
Maybe I'll just stow away...
I've been run aground
So sad for a sailor
I felt safe and sound
But needed the danger
You are an ocean wave my love...

(by All About Eve)

In the name of God

Day 1 in blogging adventure ( dont know-how-manyth day of my life) !

Bismillah!..