23/09/2012
22/09/2012
Cronicas Mexicanas - Thinking about Mexico, in pictures
Mexico, what a wonderful country you are. I am back in Europe and daydreaming about our trip. It feels like it was not real... Luckily, I have pieces of evidence I was actually there indeed.
Ciudad de Mexico, you captured my heart from the first day. I thought of Madrid, I had reminiscence of Rome, but you were beyond this familiarity, with your exotism and singularity.
Palacio de Bellas Artes
Sorry Kenya and India, until now, you were reigning on my travel kingdom like princes, but really, have you ever been to a country for only ten days and been from wonders to wonders, great experiences to greater, met only adorable and interesting people, been welcomed like an awaited guest and praised to come again like no one seemed to have meant those words before?
El Zocalo de Mexico!
Mexico is beautiful, full of warmth and colours, lovable and generous. Its people is nothing but welcoming and straightforward, happy to meet visitors, fond of French people especially... Maybe because we have tastes in common? Good food, coffee, dancing, culture and the cult of independence.
Coyoacan, coffee time
I am a terrible photographer but I just hope my pictures show how much I received there, how much I loved it and why.
En el Museo de Arte Popular, Ciudad de Mexico
La Casa Azul de l'artista Frida Kahlo en Coyoacan, Ciudad de Mexico
Distrito Federal, I miss you!
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Countries in M...
Today, Mali in Saint-Denis, with a concert for peace,
Tomorrow, Mexico in Vincennes at the Americas Literary Festival,
Thursday, Morocco, in person: Marrakech > Essaouira.
Tomorrow, Mexico in Vincennes at the Americas Literary Festival,
Thursday, Morocco, in person: Marrakech > Essaouira.
20/09/2012
The sound and the fury of literary discovery: Argentinean Poetess Alejandra Pizarnik
France Culture, this radio reads my mind and feeds my soul, quenches my expectations...
Tonight, some poetry reading from the Jewish Argentinean Poetess Alejandra Pizarnik - listen here:
http://www.franceculture.fr/emission-l-atelier-fiction-alejandra-pizarnik-par-beatrice-leca-2012-09-19
Choix de Poèmes et d’extraits du Journal
Par Béatrice Leca
Réalisation : Juliette Heymann
« Ecrire c’est donner un sens à la souffrance. »
Des années 1950, alors qu’elle était âgée d’à peine 20 ans, jusqu’à son suicide en 1972, Alejandra Pizarnik n’a cessé de chercher ce sens à travers le journal intime, qu’elle tint régulièrement en parallèle à ses écrits en prose et à ses poèmes.
Née en 1936 à Buenos Aires dans une famille juive émigrée d’Europe de l’Est où l’on parlait encore le yiddish, elle a fait de l’espagnol non seulement sa langue, mais aussi sa cause, son combat, sa vie.
Son œuvre entière est un corps-à-corps avec les mots, seules bouées possibles dans le naufrage sans fin que fut pour elle l’existence dès sa naissance. La solitude et le sentiment d’abandon étaient ses maladies natives ; elle en fit un drame du langage. Car comment dire la difficulté d’être quand la lucidité sur sa propre impuissance est si aiguë qu’elle vous brûle ? Comment trouver sa voix quand on étouffe ?
Chronique des jours malades, mais aussi registre des lectures passionnées et des hommages à ses maîtres (Lautréamont, Rimbaud) ou à ses frères et sœurs en écriture (V. Woolf, Kafka, Pavese…), le journal d’Alejandra Pizarnik est également une sorte de laboratoire littéraire pour celle qui rêvait d’écrire des romans et ne réussit qu’à livrer des poèmes aussi secs et brillants que des diamants bruts.
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The poet was born on April 29, 1936 to Russian Jewish immigrant parents in Avellaneda, a suburb of Buenos Aires, Argentina.
"A year after entering the department of Philosophy and Letters at the Universidad de Buenos Aires", tells Wikipedia, "Pizarnik published her first book of poetry, La tierra más ajena (1955).
Pizarnik followed her debut work with two more volumes of poems, La última inocencia (1956) and Las aventuras perdidas (1958).
From 1960 to 1964 Pizarnik lived in Paris. There she worked for the journal Cuadernos, sat on the editorial board of the magazine Les Lettres Nouvelles, and participated in the Parisian literary world.
Pizarnik also attended a variety of courses at the Sorbonne, including contemporary French Literature.
She was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1968, and in 1971 a Fulbright Scholarship.
She died in Buenos Aires of a self-induced overdose of seconal.
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More on Alejandra Pizarnik:
http://alejandrapizarnik.blogspot.fr
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I found another reason to keep on learning Spanish... Who wants to be my pen-pal?
Tonight, some poetry reading from the Jewish Argentinean Poetess Alejandra Pizarnik - listen here:
http://www.franceculture.fr/emission-l-atelier-fiction-alejandra-pizarnik-par-beatrice-leca-2012-09-19
Choix de Poèmes et d’extraits du Journal
Par Béatrice Leca
Réalisation : Juliette Heymann
« Ecrire c’est donner un sens à la souffrance. »
Des années 1950, alors qu’elle était âgée d’à peine 20 ans, jusqu’à son suicide en 1972, Alejandra Pizarnik n’a cessé de chercher ce sens à travers le journal intime, qu’elle tint régulièrement en parallèle à ses écrits en prose et à ses poèmes.
Née en 1936 à Buenos Aires dans une famille juive émigrée d’Europe de l’Est où l’on parlait encore le yiddish, elle a fait de l’espagnol non seulement sa langue, mais aussi sa cause, son combat, sa vie.
Son œuvre entière est un corps-à-corps avec les mots, seules bouées possibles dans le naufrage sans fin que fut pour elle l’existence dès sa naissance. La solitude et le sentiment d’abandon étaient ses maladies natives ; elle en fit un drame du langage. Car comment dire la difficulté d’être quand la lucidité sur sa propre impuissance est si aiguë qu’elle vous brûle ? Comment trouver sa voix quand on étouffe ?
Chronique des jours malades, mais aussi registre des lectures passionnées et des hommages à ses maîtres (Lautréamont, Rimbaud) ou à ses frères et sœurs en écriture (V. Woolf, Kafka, Pavese…), le journal d’Alejandra Pizarnik est également une sorte de laboratoire littéraire pour celle qui rêvait d’écrire des romans et ne réussit qu’à livrer des poèmes aussi secs et brillants que des diamants bruts.
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The poet was born on April 29, 1936 to Russian Jewish immigrant parents in Avellaneda, a suburb of Buenos Aires, Argentina.
"A year after entering the department of Philosophy and Letters at the Universidad de Buenos Aires", tells Wikipedia, "Pizarnik published her first book of poetry, La tierra más ajena (1955).
Pizarnik followed her debut work with two more volumes of poems, La última inocencia (1956) and Las aventuras perdidas (1958).
From 1960 to 1964 Pizarnik lived in Paris. There she worked for the journal Cuadernos, sat on the editorial board of the magazine Les Lettres Nouvelles, and participated in the Parisian literary world.
Pizarnik also attended a variety of courses at the Sorbonne, including contemporary French Literature.
She was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1968, and in 1971 a Fulbright Scholarship.
She died in Buenos Aires of a self-induced overdose of seconal.
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More on Alejandra Pizarnik:
http://alejandrapizarnik.blogspot.fr
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I found another reason to keep on learning Spanish... Who wants to be my pen-pal?
19/09/2012
Cronicas Amexicanas - Mexican Brooklyn
New York City, New York, is still a port for new arrivals in the United States of America.
And the fastest growing community in New York is the Mexican one, according to a study published in 2003 by the Teachers College, at Columbia University:
http://www.tc.edu/news.htm?articleID=4495
The very Mexican neighbourhood are East Harlem, north of Manhattan, and firstly Sunset Park, South of Brooklyn.
I headed to Sunset Park, as I mentioned earlier, partly because of the book by Paul Auster I loved to much.
Two avenues away, this neighbourhood is very much becoming Chinese, but along Sunset Park and Sunset Terrace, New York is definitely Mexican.
This is where Mexican join each other in a more peaceful part of New York, building up their solidarity if not social and financial success, as this community remains far from thrilling employment and high education.
Lots of White Anglo-Saxon Protestants New Yorkers are still trying to ignore the growing Spanish-speaking community. They should probably catch up with this bit of reality in the neighbourhood...
And the fastest growing community in New York is the Mexican one, according to a study published in 2003 by the Teachers College, at Columbia University:
http://www.tc.edu/news.htm?articleID=4495
The very Mexican neighbourhood are East Harlem, north of Manhattan, and firstly Sunset Park, South of Brooklyn.
I headed to Sunset Park, as I mentioned earlier, partly because of the book by Paul Auster I loved to much.
Lovely Sunset Park
Two avenues away, this neighbourhood is very much becoming Chinese, but along Sunset Park and Sunset Terrace, New York is definitely Mexican.
Spanish-speaking Brooklyn
A changing hood
Facing the heartbeat of New York
The Park overlooks the dream's symbols: The East River and the Statue of Liberty
This is where Mexican join each other in a more peaceful part of New York, building up their solidarity if not social and financial success, as this community remains far from thrilling employment and high education.
Colours of the Mexican flag...
Lots of White Anglo-Saxon Protestants New Yorkers are still trying to ignore the growing Spanish-speaking community. They should probably catch up with this bit of reality in the neighbourhood...
La Rentrée
The bus was right on time on the busiest boulevard of the city and it was really quick to arrive in the new posh district I had to head to this morning for work. On top of practicalities, the weather was also gorgeous and my future colleagues late, allowing me to spend a couple of extra hours reading the news and indulging myself on Twitter...
C'est la Rentrée. Two weeks after most of my fellows, I am starting to work again, on a full time basis, with regular work hours, in the capital and my hometown, a situation I have not known since 2008, having been a foreign correspondent pretty much all the time on the road.
For this new start, all is going greatly, but in case the call of freedom rings too high, I have a few plans B on the back of my mind...
1. Run back to Mexico, hide and register for this Spanish School in Oaxaca, I met a lovely Mexican man in this city who almost offered to host me in his family...
2. Move back to Nairobi as a foreign correspondent and live happily everafter near Somalia and Somaliland, building new East African projects. I am sure my great former housemate could even manage to take me back and the beauty of Kenya allied to the welcome of East Africans would make it all easy and nice...
3. Run back to Mexico and start writing from there for various news outlets I already know are interested, look for a flatshare in the DF and "improve" my Spanish by hanging out with some friends of friends I met during this fantastic first trip...
Please vote for your favourite escape and let me know if you'll be on this road!
In the meantime, it is all business as usual home, and my first day has still not turned me running...
C'est la Rentrée. Two weeks after most of my fellows, I am starting to work again, on a full time basis, with regular work hours, in the capital and my hometown, a situation I have not known since 2008, having been a foreign correspondent pretty much all the time on the road.
For this new start, all is going greatly, but in case the call of freedom rings too high, I have a few plans B on the back of my mind...
1. Run back to Mexico, hide and register for this Spanish School in Oaxaca, I met a lovely Mexican man in this city who almost offered to host me in his family...
2. Move back to Nairobi as a foreign correspondent and live happily everafter near Somalia and Somaliland, building new East African projects. I am sure my great former housemate could even manage to take me back and the beauty of Kenya allied to the welcome of East Africans would make it all easy and nice...
3. Run back to Mexico and start writing from there for various news outlets I already know are interested, look for a flatshare in the DF and "improve" my Spanish by hanging out with some friends of friends I met during this fantastic first trip...
Please vote for your favourite escape and let me know if you'll be on this road!
In the meantime, it is all business as usual home, and my first day has still not turned me running...
18/09/2012
Kenya's voters registration will begin on Oct. 11
Capital News
NAIROBI, Kenya, Sep 18 – The registration of voters ahead of the March 2013 General Election is set to kick off on October 11, the Independent Electoral and Boundaries Commission (IEBC) announced on Tuesday.
IEBC chairman Issack Hassan said a contract for the supply of 15,000 Biometric Voter Registration (BVR) kits was to be signed by the end of day on Tuesday.
Read here:
http://www.capitalfm.co.ke/news/2012/09/kenya-voter-registration-begins-october-11/ …
American chronicles: Iconic New York - In Pictures
From Brooklyn to Manhattan, First day in New York since 2008...
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Prospect Park and the pond
Around Prospect Park, Brooklyn, on a late summer Monday Morning, Labor day indeed
Around the corner of Prospect Park...
And Park Slope
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Caribbean Brooklyn: On Labour Day, Caribbeans are getting ready for the parade!
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New York, New York
Leaving Brooklyn towards town, the view from the bridge...
Meanwhile, in Manhattan:
I was of course heading towards the Museum of Modern Art...
African and Cuban artists on display
Wilfredo Lam
Midtown!
Rockefeller Center
And before heading back to Brooklyn, a little view on the Flat Iron...
This is a little New York collection.
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More to come: Sunset Park and Mexican Brooklyn.
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Prospect Park and the pond
Around Prospect Park, Brooklyn, on a late summer Monday Morning, Labor day indeed
Around the corner of Prospect Park...
And Park Slope
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Caribbean Brooklyn: On Labour Day, Caribbeans are getting ready for the parade!
West Indian–American Day Carnival
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New York, New York
Leaving Brooklyn towards town, the view from the bridge...
Meanwhile, in Manhattan:
I was of course heading towards the Museum of Modern Art...
African and Cuban artists on display
And more! Arshile Gorky
Midtown!
Rockefeller Center
And before heading back to Brooklyn, a little view on the Flat Iron...
This is a little New York collection.
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More to come: Sunset Park and Mexican Brooklyn.
Cronicas Amexicanas: From Brooklyn to Manhattan, in Pictures
As you may have seen, I was in Latin America for the first time this month, in Mexico. I just came back in Europe and for now I can only see one good reason for leaving: I am no longer slaughtering the beautiful Spanish language at every corner of Mexico. But that's the only one...
Luckily, my home town is a beauty and always welcoming, apart from the RER B at CDG Airport, but we are used to taht, are we not?
I labelled my travel Amexican trip, as a short for America + Mexico, inspired by a work by British journalist Ed Vulliamy, hence the name of these chronicles, which cover Brooklyn, Mexican New York and Mexico.
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On my way to Mexico, I stopped for three days in New York, staying in Brooklyn and searching for Mexicans living in the Big Apple.
It was also the occasion to see more of this incredible New York borough I never had time to explore deeply.
Up this page is the video I made on the first day from the subway taking me to the MoMA. It gives a feeling of the thrill I went through enjoying these precious New York moments full of meetings, arts and discoveries. I hope it communicates a bit of it...
CLAUDE IVERNÉ - photographies soudanaises (1998/2012) - Maison des Metallos
Other African photographs exhitions: In Paris at La Maison des Metallos, 11 arrt.
CLAUDE IVERNÉ
photographies soudanaises (1998/2012)
Singulier
parcours que celui de Claude Iverné : après avoir débuté dans le milieu
de la mode puis celui de la presse, il découvre le Soudan et change de
cap vers une pratique autonome de la photographie, plus proche des
sciences sociales. La connaissance intime que cet arabophone acquiert
des territoires traversés et des peuples rencontrés, notamment au
Darfour, contraste avec l’image qu’en donnent la plupart des médias. L’artiste pose d’emblée la question de
la représentation par un mur couvert d’articles sur le Soudan, issus de la presse internationale et de publications scientifiques. Le visiteur accède à l’exposition par un sas symbolique : le champs médiatique se trouve, par un effet de miroir, relégué en coulisse. On pénètre alors dans un unique espace vaste, à l’instar des terres soudanaises : la scène réelle, lente, presque immobile et silencieuse du pays.
Les photographies de Claude Iverné – paysages, portraits et habitats – y dressent des typologies et s’enchaînent dans un ensemble au fil narratif potentiel. Libre au visiteur de reconstruire l’histoire selon sa propre réception des images. L’artiste questionne ainsi nos codes et standards de représentation, et l’usage contemporain du terme « documentaire ».
Maison des métallos
11 octobre > 7 novembre
du mardi au samedi 4h > 20h
le dimanche > 14h > 19h
entrée libre
http://www.maisondesmetallos.org/site/index.php/agenda/details/397
PHOTOGRAPHIES SOUDANAISES
Une proposition de description d'un territoire
Comment
donner à voir un territoire aussi complexe que le « Bilad es Sudan »
(« Pays des Noirs », nom d’origine du pays en arabe) désormais scindé en
deux États historiquement opposés, sans se laisser happer par
l’immédiateté de l’urgence et de son traitement médiatique ? Le
photographe Claude Iverné, familier des sociétés, des enjeux politiques
et économiques de ces contrées méconnues, tente d’y répondre par une
exposition en trois volets. Tout d’abord ses propres travaux depuis quatorze ans, puis les archives photographiques d’Elnour, bureau de documentation fondé avec seize photographes soudanais, qui offrent un point de vue cette fois de l’intérieur. Enfin, une exposition de rue élaborée au jour le jour par les visiteurs et riverains eux-mêmes sur les murs du quartier.
CLAUDE IVERNÉ
photographies soudanaises 1998/2012
Maison des métallos
PHOTOGRAPHIE SOUDANAISE
archives Elnour 1885/2012
Usine Spring Court
PHOTOGRAPHIE SOUDAINE
2012
Quartier de Belleville
AUTOUR DE L'EXPOSITION
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