My thoughts these days fly towards a man who, even though has great responsibilities in his life, manages to keep a blog, thus staying in touch with the masses. This man, Almightly God bless his pure soul, brings us great delight when he sweetly walks on our North American soil and laughingly tells mister Bush things [...]
Archive for April, 2008
Banjara
Posted in On the Arts, tagged Add new tag, Banjara, desi, Gatlif, Latcho Drom, Romani on April 24, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Since Richard got me started on this whole Desi theme, I started to go through some videos I used to watch a while ago whenever I was feeling down.
These two videos still make me wanna to dance on the roof of my neighbour’s house and ride stolen horses until dawn peaks.
Now, these people (Banjaras) are Desi (meaning literaly “of the country” and [...]
Lola Flores
Posted in On the Arts, tagged flamenco, Lola Flores, moth balls, performing arts, Romanian diaspora on April 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I was at a rehearsal tonight with a bunch of Romanians. Nice people. We rehearse in the basement of someone’s house. I wonder – how do Romanians always manage to make their houses smell like moth balls (naftalina)? I have never seen this product for sale here, in Canada. Perhaps they bring it in their [...]
Dramatic Perfection
Posted in On the Arts, tagged Japanese, Noh theatre, Yokihi on April 16, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Kabuki theatre. Embodied poetry.
See also the second part of Yokihi’s dance, it’s more beautiful but it has the embedding option dissabled.
Liza, this is what I would make my kids watch. Poor kids!:)
Mediocrity and Insomnia
Posted in Kill myself to death, tagged insomnia, mediocrity, perfection, procrastination on April 16, 2008 | 5 Comments »
There is nothing that bothers me more than things done so-so. I should have included it in the “fears collection”. The horrible feeling of being “almost good” or “not too bad”…the nauseating disgust that overcomes me when I’m told that I did “all right”, that I was “fine”……Shut up!!!!!
I don’t know what strange circumstances made [...]
