lundi 30 septembre 2013

Bertrand Cantat. He's still singing.

And now, that he has "payed", (he has made four years in prison, little "pain" indeed for a murder), whose three in a "high level" jail (confortable), he still sings. Yes he does not have the right to use his "case" (his murder) in an art creation, but who can say that, when we heard him singing "love that crumbles to dust" we do not think only at "that" ? Hypocrisy, so he does money from his "story".



His jail

His victim


Bertrand Cantat. He is healthy



His wife, (one who commited suicide)

Kristina Rady, Bertrand Cantat, François Saubadu, Marie Trintignant

Bertrand Cantat


 
 Marie Trintignant, those he killed (4 years in prison,
with some permissions to leave!)


 His wife, Kristina Rady, who commits suicide

 

François Saubadu, her boy friend, who
 requires more investigations

Bertrand Cantat (a famous singer here) killed his companion, Marie Trintignant (an actress).. and then, his wife (Kristina Rady, a writer, and translator who was speaking eight languages) commited suicide. Strange. She said in a recorder that he terrorised her, beat her.. and she could not leave him, even she had a new lover now (François Saubadu). An lawyer and François now requiere to the justice more investigations about that "suicide".
 Link in french

 
Me Yael Mellul, who defends François Saubadu

Playlist, just for the music, the story of a "parisian" guy


Lien clips vidéos (L'histoire d'un mec)



In few clips, a couple well in statistics who separates (temporarily?) after 20 years. She waits. Him immediately finds another more suitable. "Male 60 years, Neuilly, loving hiking, art, travels, no smoker, seeks woman nearby, no-smoker, no pets, more if affinity." Well done, "Meetic". When the other (he never stopped seeing!) returns, of course, it complicates matters. He is torn, very unhappy. (Women often have a bad temper, you are told, especially at a certain age.) Mmm?




En quelques clips, un couple bien dans les statistiques qui se sépare (provisoirement ?!) après 20 ans. Elle l'attend. Lui en trouve tout de suite une autre plus convenable. Homme 60 ans, Neuilly, aimant  randonnées, art, voyages, non fumeur, cherche femme à proximité, non fumeuse, sans animaux, plus si affinité. Vive meetic. Quand l'autre (qu'il n'a jamais cessé de voir!) revient, évidemment, ça complique un peu. Il est déchiré et très malheureux. (Les femmes ont souvent mauvais caractère, on vous dit, surtout à un certain âge.) Mmm?

samedi 28 septembre 2013

Letters from Milena Jesenska to Franz Kafka

 


I saw you sometimes so evanescent, so deeply sad, so versatile, it pained me deeply, and I was sad to not being able to make you happy and change you ( but in reality you do not want to.) I felt so strong compared to you and so .. failing of not being able to do more (but if I had been as C., good wife, it was not me and I would not be able to help you on others sides -more important.- )

I saw you just now. Nothing. A little joy (as when you meet an old friend who has changed.) Not really understand the funnels (a symbol ?) But it's always nice, a gift. I'm glad to know you're happy, relatively, and apparently well supported (at least for what you really want to, even if you will rarely admit it). It took me a while but I returned to myself, including back pain. I understood (or rather agreed to see) that my sadness had nothing to do with you, you just hide it to me, (I was trying to cheer you, and have less time to read newspapers) : so, as soon as I was alone , it is returned. But it does not come from your absence, it is inherent in the clear awareness that we are moving towards an ecological disaster and much faster than expected, and the fact that I'm fighting with disproportionately small arms as many friends, like all those who are fighting, and we will not win.

Basically I should not really love you (at least not the way you wanted ) : a relationship once a month, a few days in the South could work, but probably, accustomed now to C, (a good wife) you want more, can be rightly.. And my disenchantment that you had devined before me hurts you. That's the cause of your sadness. I think I loved you two years (before A) when we never saw us (!) After, that was not the same ... And strangely, this crazy love resurfaced during my crisis in June 21, resurfaced from a past so distant, buried .. Then I reasoned.. I forced me to tear it from me, even if I had to take me a piece of flesh with.. It did not always work, or with ups and downs ..

And finally there was the shock (goog ideed! elsewhere, it could last forever). The encounter with you and her.. There, happened in a few seconds what would have taken a year or two to finish. The hard drive reformated, emptied at full speed, erasing its data from 20 years in a zip. Hop ! and nothing .. Virgin. Ready to start again, free.
In short, we was not loved at the same time .

Something in you prevents wanting, love. The love that you say you have had to me ( like everything) was not acted . "Later " you said , ( when you'll have the courage to face your mother, tell her that you loved a non-Jewish woman, worse, divorced.) But later (often) is never. This relative inability to be, to live (I 'm the opposite, I want it all and immediately) made me changed too, as a virus. Disappointed, a little hurt, I launched into what was a tragedy (A). And then it was hopeless. After, love marveled at the first encounter had gone.

I'frighten you as much as I fascined you. But Franz, he, had the courage to tell her (Milena) and break early, knowing that he could only insatisfyed her and at the end he would hate her. He was also Jewish, faced with a terrible father; she, as me, was not jewish but she also was faced with a terrible father. You see, there is little to be transposed.



News from Aliaa


Women, mother, like.. everybody.


vendredi 27 septembre 2013

Most of children killed are killed by their parents



The case (recent) of Fiona  

the ambulance who crashed a pedestrian, leads him to the hospital .. and requires thanks!

"She was lucky we are here !"
"Don't say us thank you, we have only made our job !"

_____________________

Small typical scenario on the subject

Peter (phone). "Please, come emergency here [...] It is an absolute disaster* and I can not handle this alone, it is X's fault that did nothing" [...]
Elise: "OK, but here, there is the season, the gallery.. OK, well, never mind, I come now.." [700 km]

[Shortly after -the "disaster" being half resolved- ..]

Peter: "You are a looser, an absolute failure. O yes you have a gallery .. that you never open! it's a great succes indeed. I asked you to come? It was an error. Here you have served at nothing .. "

* In fact, it's not so awfull.
[Note, the characters can be reversed!]

Paris by night.. translation later ! From Montparnasse to Malakoff


mercredi 25 septembre 2013

What to choose? Manual for consumer (of female)


What to choose? A man torn. 

Anne lives in the countryside, almost in the bush ! (or a yurt!) but she is brilliant and funny (alas she has a bad temper sometimes) ; Colette is a bit dull, but sweet and lives very close to home (no transport to go and see her and the TGV is expensive) and in a nice flat in Paris.. (I am lost, depressive, it's the hell.)

samedi 21 septembre 2013

Viagra forced or Shérazade's dance


Viagra indispensable ou la danse de Shérazade par heleneclaude

A man who has "eyes bigger than stomach" (as many of them). It is an occitan expression (I do not know how translate it) highly significant. In this matter, "nature" has well done, relatively: force these things (forced marriages for example) leads to disasters, both emotionally than ecologically etc... Polygamy leads to excision (which cancels the desire of women and is made for that) and it is the same for marriage between an old man with one (or several) young woman... or, here, an man who has a simple "affair" with another, (of course younger) if he wants keep the first one (because he is sentimental!) Immanent justice, some men died with viagra (heart break-down). All mens are not DSK. We are not equal in these matters, mainly in these matters.

Shérazade's dance


Lies .. and the nose of Pinocchio.


vendredi 20 septembre 2013

"Evil be to those who evil thinks", the nose od Pinocchio


"Honni soit qui mal y pense" (= "Evil be to those who evil thinks") is the famous phrase of Edward III (king of England) in French (his mother was French) when his barons mocked him for he had picked up the garter of the Countess of Salisbury his mistress, "those who laugh now will be very proud to wear at their buttonhole this piece of tissue." This is how was created the Order of the Garter.
.. the picture is called "Pinocchio's nose" (which grows when he lies -in the novel-). Or "a man who reduces".

A man in the wind..



et dans la tempête, seul devant les éléments..

jeudi 19 septembre 2013

mercredi 18 septembre 2013

Special effects with "adobe first", a delight


People at the top par heleneLARRIVE



 And those below. 


Barbarians, Turkish? As "we" were elsewhere

Good kisses .. Yosdagt. I look forward to see you. But I earn good money, it is important for the children.

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Barbarians, Turkish? Yes, as "us" in ... 

Good kisses from Luanda. I miss you a lot. I look forward to being on vacation.
___________________________________________________________





as "us" in Angola,  with our Portuguese allies, in Algeria .. and elsewhere. We are all criminals of war in different degrees, yes, war criminals because war is a crime. Unfortunately it is here an example of catharsis: I do not support violence and do not even kill a scorpion. Even more in cinema. I close my eyes, ears and sometimes run away. Paradoxically, without hesitate, I interposed me a lng time ago between two young people who were fighting hard in school. And here I have retouched during a quarter of an hour the first image without any emotion. The technique (or art if you want) or simply the act have won all my affects, suddenly disappeared. The technician has replaced (and masterfully) the woman. Resilience, it is this. The passivity (at the movies or in life) makes you vulnerable, makes you indulge and invade by as a sort of infantile regression, morbid, stunning and heartbreaking, while the act of creation puts away your affect, far from you, leaving you free to think, last!. QED


.. and better, the creation moves you away from both the awfull reported (here the decapitation of a young man), but also of our own trouble, literally becoming grotesque, buffoon.. (what it is indeed!)
Lien


The animals who do not shout are the most tortured


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 Another version (there is a lot!) Link

Tout en haut brille une lumière, on the top, a light is shining


dimanche 15 septembre 2013

samedi 14 septembre 2013

To know and to see, it's not the same !




Last episode, crash car, with my husband and his girl friend. Funny indeed !

POUR CEUX A QUI C'EST ARRIVE, 
QUE JE CRAINS NOMBREUX











On the night at Monpar, meet ... with my man and his girlfriend (last episode of "diary of a looser woman")

  It's strange. A looser I am (OK, and I am proud of that) .. who nevertheless has "succeed" two children, a girl and a boy, portrait as it is told, of his paternal grand father (but I have nothing to do and it is not my glory) .. rather not too bad both (on this point, I am perhaps for something) .. The same affair of Anne Boleyn (see "often man varies") except that there is nothing to reproach myself question reproduction (breeding).. if I was a cow, I would have won all the agricultural shows .. and luckily my husband was not King of England and did not made me behead for having found an other one better and younger than me.. (But for the rest) ... It is not only at Sant'Ambroix that inevitably everybody met everybody into the street (or here, instead, of the amphitheater -! Because the residence was realized by Ricardo Bofil, a Spanish architect-). A Paris too! At Montparnasse exactly, my husband and his girlfriend, (chic hat all the two!) returning home after (I suppose) a nice evening out .. (movies? Theatre? Expo? Concert?) It's weird. Nose down, they were staring at their shoes (!) with the air of gus that have shit and poorly flared their ass.. and fear I feel their smell... although they were perfect (and it was me who was neglected, having not expected the collusion). It make me remember, formerly, this night where my car scrashed in a plane tree after 700 km without a break. Not a word. But an image that will remain. For ever. No pain now: I can't desire the man of another one, never. And now he is. (Because the damages it makes in a family for children, I have known that in all my infancy.) Good electrochoc. I’m cured.

mercredi 11 septembre 2013

The sixth mass extinction, but this time, it is ours

Dont ne réchapperont parmi les mammifères
 que ceux de moins de 3 kgs...
.. Whose will escape (among mammals) only
those which weigh less than 3 kg ! Mice first.
That is good. I love mice.