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