Monday, December 31, 2007
December 31, 2007 My 70 Year Old Husband Who Has Never Voted Wants Me To Post This
How sweet, as sweet as the taste of victory. Published by dailypaul.com. A fantastic way to start the year. Ron Paul is truly invigorating and brings hope to this great country.
My 70 Year Old Husband Who Has Never Voted Wants Me To Post This:
Posted December 31st, 2007 by dgn4paul
My husband is nearly 70 years old and has never registered to vote (until now - he just sent in his paperwork for voting registration). These are his words (with spelling & grammar corrected):
I'm seventy years old and never voted, I can't say I'm proud of it, but our politics are so corrupt and no President ever does what they say. I finally saw some hope with Ron Paul. But I guess Iowa, New Hampshire and all the news people are going to make sure he doesn't have a chance. It looks like to me that all candidates should have the same time in the debates, not the one the big corporations, New Hampshire and Iowa want. I am a veteran and I feel sorry for the soldiers coming from Iraq. I dare any high politician, congressman, or the President or the media to go unannounced with me to the VA. There would be some change if they did. It is time to take this country over and stop these rich politicians from running our lives.
(Please excuse my English and the way I worded things. I'm not very educated. I had to work all my life (since I was about 9 years old) and didn't get to finish school. My wife put this on the internet for me.)
Sincerely,
Stephen A. Nevil
Seagoville, TX
November 11, 2006 Manhattan Madonna & 9/11
Picture and excerpt from article published by Media with Conscience. A later related article can also be found here. The Manhattan Madonna is a very interesting art work and pleasant at first view.
Manhattan Madonna & 9/11
MANHATTAN MADONNA is a huge painting that I have recently completed as part of a series of Madonna and Child paintings based on major cities. The Manhattan Madonna has a fundamental message that the most profound beauty and truth in our world is that of Mother and Child and that this beauty and truth transcends the greatest works of Man.
This truism for decent people must be endlessly re-stated because it is so blatantly ignored in our present globalized, Bush-ite-led Spaceship Earth in which 10.6 million under-5 year old infants die every year, 29,000 daily and about 90% avoidably due to man-made deprivation and First World greed.
The 9/11 tragedy took the lives of 3,000 ordinary people like ourselves. Unlike other homicide events, in this case the culprits (Muslim-origin terrorists, Americans, Israelis?) have not yet been apprehended, tried and punished. Instead the world has been treated to years of hysterical propaganda, anti-Arab anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, xenophobia and horrendous war and suffering imposed on the Middle East and Central Asia. However the Bush War on Terror that followed 9/11 has been associated with a total of 3.0 million post-invasion excess deaths (avoidable deaths, deaths that did not have to happen) in the Occupied Iraqi and Afghan Territories, 0.9 million excess deaths in Occupied Iraq and 2.1 million excess deaths in Occupied Afghanistan (see MWC News).
Manhattan Madonna & 9/11
MANHATTAN MADONNA is a huge painting that I have recently completed as part of a series of Madonna and Child paintings based on major cities. The Manhattan Madonna has a fundamental message that the most profound beauty and truth in our world is that of Mother and Child and that this beauty and truth transcends the greatest works of Man.
This truism for decent people must be endlessly re-stated because it is so blatantly ignored in our present globalized, Bush-ite-led Spaceship Earth in which 10.6 million under-5 year old infants die every year, 29,000 daily and about 90% avoidably due to man-made deprivation and First World greed.
The 9/11 tragedy took the lives of 3,000 ordinary people like ourselves. Unlike other homicide events, in this case the culprits (Muslim-origin terrorists, Americans, Israelis?) have not yet been apprehended, tried and punished. Instead the world has been treated to years of hysterical propaganda, anti-Arab anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, xenophobia and horrendous war and suffering imposed on the Middle East and Central Asia. However the Bush War on Terror that followed 9/11 has been associated with a total of 3.0 million post-invasion excess deaths (avoidable deaths, deaths that did not have to happen) in the Occupied Iraqi and Afghan Territories, 0.9 million excess deaths in Occupied Iraq and 2.1 million excess deaths in Occupied Afghanistan (see MWC News).
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)
First read this quote attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller while visiting the Holocaust Museum in Boston, actually walking through the New England Holocaust Memorial, photo above. It has been in my mind ever since.
In Germany, they came first for the Communists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;
And then they came for the trade unionists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;
And then they came for the Jews, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;
And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up."
December 28, 2007 Bhutto Assassinated in Attack on Rally
Early morning news for the US, the assassination of Benazir Bhutto. A bit amazing to learn about her with a history of "events." Just wonder what is the right that makes people like Mrs. Bhutto risk the lives of others? Does her message warrants the lives of others?
On a more positive note is the work of her niece Fatima Bhutto, additional info about her here. A very nice article by her is These are Strange Times where links to four other of her articles are found. Here is a lovely paragraph from her article titled Welcome to Tehran.
A man on the road held out two pomegranates in his palms, one was sliced open. He shouted out the price for a piece of fruit. Cars slowed down to bargain with the pomegranate seller and I looked at my taxi driver, trying to find a common language in which to ask why this man was selling only what he could hold in his hand. The taxi driver nodded his head and pointed a few feet ahead of the pomegranate man - there were families sitting by the road, on the hoods of their cars, eating pomegranate and drinking tea. There was a truck full of the fruit parked by the picnickers. The taxi driver nodded again towards the truck, "For you?" he asked. I put my hand to my heart and shook my head, touched, "no thank you."
Another very human paragraph is found in her article titled Welcome to Tehran.
After a pleasant Iran Air flight I landed at Mehrabad International Airport. A sign greeted me: Welcome to Tehran, Fati. I am not a nervous flier, but I am a nervous traveler. As I walked towards the departure gate at Karachi's Jinnah airport, my mother kissed me and sensing my apprehension at the journey ahead held my face and said, "You're going to your country, safe travels". She was not wrong. As I sat in the taxi and drove off towards North Tehran, I felt wholly at home. The foothills of the Alborz mountains were laced with snow, but there was a warmth in Tehran I could not have imagined.
And to add to the repertoire of Fatima Bhutto, the articles include a couple photos that are most telling:
Fatima (left) with interpreter Samira (right) posing with Shah's boots at Sa'ad Abad Palace in Tehran.
Girl selling flowers on the way to Behesht Zahra (photo 2002, Ali Moayedian).
And a different photo of her from Nasi Khan blog. Her facial features more serious offer a contrast to her smile in the first photo.
On a more positive note is the work of her niece Fatima Bhutto, additional info about her here. A very nice article by her is These are Strange Times where links to four other of her articles are found. Here is a lovely paragraph from her article titled Welcome to Tehran.
A man on the road held out two pomegranates in his palms, one was sliced open. He shouted out the price for a piece of fruit. Cars slowed down to bargain with the pomegranate seller and I looked at my taxi driver, trying to find a common language in which to ask why this man was selling only what he could hold in his hand. The taxi driver nodded his head and pointed a few feet ahead of the pomegranate man - there were families sitting by the road, on the hoods of their cars, eating pomegranate and drinking tea. There was a truck full of the fruit parked by the picnickers. The taxi driver nodded again towards the truck, "For you?" he asked. I put my hand to my heart and shook my head, touched, "no thank you."
Another very human paragraph is found in her article titled Welcome to Tehran.
After a pleasant Iran Air flight I landed at Mehrabad International Airport. A sign greeted me: Welcome to Tehran, Fati. I am not a nervous flier, but I am a nervous traveler. As I walked towards the departure gate at Karachi's Jinnah airport, my mother kissed me and sensing my apprehension at the journey ahead held my face and said, "You're going to your country, safe travels". She was not wrong. As I sat in the taxi and drove off towards North Tehran, I felt wholly at home. The foothills of the Alborz mountains were laced with snow, but there was a warmth in Tehran I could not have imagined.
And to add to the repertoire of Fatima Bhutto, the articles include a couple photos that are most telling:
Fatima (left) with interpreter Samira (right) posing with Shah's boots at Sa'ad Abad Palace in Tehran.
Girl selling flowers on the way to Behesht Zahra (photo 2002, Ali Moayedian).
And a different photo of her from Nasi Khan blog. Her facial features more serious offer a contrast to her smile in the first photo.
Friday, November 30, 2007
loving you not
turning a new page...
reality
love you not
memory focused on you
time brings enjoyable you
traitor thoughts dwell in you
even
perfect moments become you
but you, you
because there is no other you
else
memory would be no more
time would be now
even
thoughts would touch
you
love you not
you are not
you never existed
but in the mind
reality
love you not
memory focused on you
time brings enjoyable you
traitor thoughts dwell in you
even
perfect moments become you
but you, you
because there is no other you
else
memory would be no more
time would be now
even
thoughts would touch
you
love you not
you are not
you never existed
but in the mind
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Novermber 24, 2007 Houston Cardinal Daniel N. DiNardo
Related article and photos from the Houston Chronicle. I have been blessed with the friendship of Father Adam McClosky and it is a joy to see his pictures while in Rome celebrating the raising of Archbishop DiNardo to the Cardinal College.
Smiley N. Pool: Chronicle / Archbishop Emeritus Joseph A. Fiorenza of the Galveston-Houston Archdiocese celebrates Mass at the Papal Basilica of St. John Lateran.
Smiley N. Pool: Chronicle / Mary Louise Hancock and her husband Edgar, left, greet Father Adam McClosky, pastor of All Saints Catholic Community in the Heights, as they arrive at the Papal Basilica of St. John Lateran for a welcome Mass.
Smiley N. Pool: Chronicle / Archbishop Emeritus Joseph A. Fiorenza of the Galveston-Houston Archdiocese celebrates Mass at the Papal Basilica of St. John Lateran.
Smiley N. Pool: Chronicle / Mary Louise Hancock and her husband Edgar, left, greet Father Adam McClosky, pastor of All Saints Catholic Community in the Heights, as they arrive at the Papal Basilica of St. John Lateran for a welcome Mass.
Monday, November 19, 2007
November 18, 2007 God son Alex at the park
Some photos I took of Alex while walking at Herman Park. Few others can be found here.
This is a funny one. "Please, get me out of here." Funny because he walked into the bushes and needed some help getting out of them.And this is one is so much like Alex. Clever and sneaky but with a big and happy heart.My favorite photo is this one. Sort of a kid in life heading along the road of life.
This is a funny one. "Please, get me out of here." Funny because he walked into the bushes and needed some help getting out of them.And this is one is so much like Alex. Clever and sneaky but with a big and happy heart.My favorite photo is this one. Sort of a kid in life heading along the road of life.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
November 18, 2007 Stuck in time
Stuck in time
With every click of the clock
Time stretches
With one hand in the past
Both feet in the present
And the other hand in the future
Both handS grasping
Grasping what it was or could have been
Reaching for what it will be or might be
Stop the clicking
Tick tack tick tack
What a common undetected tick
Or was it a tack
Tick tack tick tack
Might be the clock on the mantel
Or the passage of time
Who is to say?
It was a moment past
With every click of the clock
Time stretches
With one hand in the past
Both feet in the present
And the other hand in the future
Both handS grasping
Grasping what it was or could have been
Reaching for what it will be or might be
Stop the clicking
Tick tack tick tack
What a common undetected tick
Or was it a tack
Tick tack tick tack
Might be the clock on the mantel
Or the passage of time
Who is to say?
It was a moment past
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
November 7, 2007 Man kills eight at Finnish school
Following is a picture published by the BBC related to the article of an 18 year old shooting students at a Finnish school. If a society dresses its policemen like the one shown, makes me wonder who are instigating violence in society.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Photos
Friday, October 12, 2007
Che Guevara
Che Guevara an icon for the revolutionary mind. Couple pictures published by Aljazeera.
A sign, showing the distance to the location where Guevara's corpse was found 10 years ago, is seen in Vallegrande. The country's current president Evo Morales is an admirer of Guevara and ceremonies honouring his death were being held across the country [Reuters]
The Bolivian artist Tupa stands next to his six-metre-high statue of Guevara in his workshop in La Paz, Bolivia. The statue made out of scrap metal weighs between six and seven tonnes and will be erected next month in Independence Square in nearby El Alto [EPA]
A sign, showing the distance to the location where Guevara's corpse was found 10 years ago, is seen in Vallegrande. The country's current president Evo Morales is an admirer of Guevara and ceremonies honouring his death were being held across the country [Reuters]
The Bolivian artist Tupa stands next to his six-metre-high statue of Guevara in his workshop in La Paz, Bolivia. The statue made out of scrap metal weighs between six and seven tonnes and will be erected next month in Independence Square in nearby El Alto [EPA]
Monday, September 17, 2007
September 14, 2007 Girl, 14, fled abuse, 'mind control' of polygamy
There is a thin line between god's word and people's interpretation of god's word. Recent news coverage bring to attention abuses of men over others in particular children. CNN has an article about Sara Hammon with the highlights: Sara Hammon says women were told marriage was their ticket to heaven, Hammon says she was sexually abused by her father and brothers, She describes her father's 19 wives as second-class citizens in the household, and
Hammon left the community when she was 14 years old.
The following photo and article link is from theHOPEorg.org.
Damon Winter / LAT - Sara Hammon, 30, escaped her polygamous family in Colorado City, Ariz., when she was a teenager. She was the 63rd of 75 children of her father and his many wives. Hammon said she was physically and sexually abused as a child by her father and brothers. (Article can be found at theHOPEorg.org).
Hammon left the community when she was 14 years old.
The following photo and article link is from theHOPEorg.org.
Damon Winter / LAT - Sara Hammon, 30, escaped her polygamous family in Colorado City, Ariz., when she was a teenager. She was the 63rd of 75 children of her father and his many wives. Hammon said she was physically and sexually abused as a child by her father and brothers. (Article can be found at theHOPEorg.org).
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Dylan Ratigan
Pleasant surprise. During one of my trips to London I had the opportunity to share a friend's flat with Dylan Ratigan for a couple nights. That was when he was after a good looking anchor woman residing in London.
Can read the article by the New York Times where this photo was published.
Chester Higgins Jr./The New York Times - HOT TIP CNBC’s Dylan Ratigan looks to appeal to a younger, affluent audience.
Can read the article by the New York Times where this photo was published.
Chester Higgins Jr./The New York Times - HOT TIP CNBC’s Dylan Ratigan looks to appeal to a younger, affluent audience.
Monday, July 30, 2007
July 27, 2007 Jorvan Vieira: Iraq's coach and an ambassador of peace
Following article was posted by soccerblog.com
Brazilian coaches rank a distant second to their players, the number one export to the soccer world. From Washington in the J-League, Zinha in the Mexican Primera, to Edgar Barretto in the Indian NFL, Brazilian players don't just make up the ranks but are their league leaders. The amount of financial transactions and business that involve Brazilian soccer players must be equivalent to the GDP of a small country.
There have been a handful of Brazilian big name coaches, Big Phil Scolari, Carlos Alberto Parriera, and Zico who shared the spotlight in the 2006 World Cup but none went the distance. Since then, Parriera has moved to South Africa, Big Phil has been retained as Portugal's coach, and Zico resigned following Japan's dismal showing.
The perception so far is that Brazilian players make their coaches look good. And since attack is the best form of defense, both defenders and coaches in Brazil are often overlooked and derided. That maybe one reason why when you peruse Globoesporte or any other sport periodical there is hardly a mention of Jorvan Vieira, the present coach of the Iraqi team. He is a former coach of Vasco da Gama and Botafogo, and since those days has gone onto coach 26 club teams and five national squads.
A nomad who has coached numerous small clubs and countries under the radar. In the high flying world of Brazilian soccer he is small potatoes. He is a legend in Morocco where he converted to Islam and assisted Jose Faria in leading the country to the 1986 World Cup, the first African country to do so. Vieira looks more like an ascetic and carries a professorial air, he in fact holds a doctorate in sports sciences from France and speaks 7 languages, including Arabic. He is a very well respected club coach in the Middle East and has also coached the Oman and Kuwait U20 squad in a career spanning 15 years.
The Iraqi coaching job came to him as three other candidates rejected the offer as they were issued death threats. In Brazil, coaches are unceremoniously removed. In Iraq, you don't have that luxury. Vieira's predecessor Akram Ahmed Salman tried to quit after he and his family received death threats, but Iraq's soccer chiefs rejected his resignation. Vieira's assistant can't return to Iraq because the last time he was in Baghdad, gunmen threatened to kidnap his son. In fact, this is the story of many soccer players in the team who have lost family members in the civil war sweeping the country. The dislocation caused by the war is so severe that the makeshift Iraqi FA headquarters is a hotel lobby in Amman.
For someone who came only five weeks before the Asian Cup, Vieira shows a remarkable grasp and understanding of his players and the effect the war has had on them.
"Some of them, if they go to Iraq, they are going to be killed," Vieira said of his squad. "When you don't know where your home is, where your things are, you are lost in space. It's the same when you have no organisation in your house. You don't know where you put your socks or your trousers. It's the same here. They are lost people because of the war."
Very few gave him a chance to succeed. But Vieira understood his job did not entail just coaching a team but acting as a healer.
"They've been through so much. The players are so strong, but sometimes too strong. They have so much pain that I have to be not only a coach, but a psychologist, a father, and a friend to them.They are a very good example of unity to the Iraqi people."
He has been clear on one thing. He and his team are here not just to participate but to play well and challenge for the Asian Cup despite the almost insurmountable problems and the abbreviated training period.
"I have to be confident about winning. I can't talk about my problems, and say we'll do nothing, because I am not a loser. I've lost very few times in my life."
But Vieira has been modest about his own achievements with this overachieving Iraqi team.
"The congratulations should not go to me. It should go to my players, my staff who are working behind me," a humble Vieira told a press conference after his side's stunning 3-1 victory over the Socceroos. "Because without these people I can not do anything. I'm not a magician."
His influence in unifying this team has been nothing short of miraculous, proving many naysayers wrong. He again mentioned that he was not a magician. Humility seems to be a defining trait. He mentions how everyone was at loggerheads in the beginning and his first initiative was to get them all together, bringing players from the various sects, Shia, Sunnis, and the Iraqi Kurds, together.
"I tried to unify them. Now they are together, they kiss each other, they shake each others' hands. They are not fighting or talking politics. They accepted my way. I am not a magician, but I know football can change people."
Vieira may claim not to be a magician but he seems to have a strong sense of destiny. He knows this is no ordinary coaching job.
"When I see everyone working together, it touches my heart, I cannot explain this feeling," he said. "But if the results don't come, maybe the problem will come back. I hope I can make a difference."
So far it is working out fantastically. Iraq are through to the finals to meet Saudi Arabia, a country where Nashat Akram, one of Iraq's heroes plays his club football. The Iraqis have surpassed Vieira's own expectations.
"I want to be in the last four," he said. "If I had more time, I would tell you I'm going to make the final but now that's not possible. If we got to the final then, as the Arabs say, 'it is with God'."
The Iraqi soccer team, the power of football, God, and Jorvan Vieira. The Iraqis love him and want him to remain. As for Brazilians, some should be getting warm fuzzies that it is one of them that is shaping the Iraqis historical run. And it is not a player.
Brazilian coaches rank a distant second to their players, the number one export to the soccer world. From Washington in the J-League, Zinha in the Mexican Primera, to Edgar Barretto in the Indian NFL, Brazilian players don't just make up the ranks but are their league leaders. The amount of financial transactions and business that involve Brazilian soccer players must be equivalent to the GDP of a small country.
There have been a handful of Brazilian big name coaches, Big Phil Scolari, Carlos Alberto Parriera, and Zico who shared the spotlight in the 2006 World Cup but none went the distance. Since then, Parriera has moved to South Africa, Big Phil has been retained as Portugal's coach, and Zico resigned following Japan's dismal showing.
The perception so far is that Brazilian players make their coaches look good. And since attack is the best form of defense, both defenders and coaches in Brazil are often overlooked and derided. That maybe one reason why when you peruse Globoesporte or any other sport periodical there is hardly a mention of Jorvan Vieira, the present coach of the Iraqi team. He is a former coach of Vasco da Gama and Botafogo, and since those days has gone onto coach 26 club teams and five national squads.
A nomad who has coached numerous small clubs and countries under the radar. In the high flying world of Brazilian soccer he is small potatoes. He is a legend in Morocco where he converted to Islam and assisted Jose Faria in leading the country to the 1986 World Cup, the first African country to do so. Vieira looks more like an ascetic and carries a professorial air, he in fact holds a doctorate in sports sciences from France and speaks 7 languages, including Arabic. He is a very well respected club coach in the Middle East and has also coached the Oman and Kuwait U20 squad in a career spanning 15 years.
The Iraqi coaching job came to him as three other candidates rejected the offer as they were issued death threats. In Brazil, coaches are unceremoniously removed. In Iraq, you don't have that luxury. Vieira's predecessor Akram Ahmed Salman tried to quit after he and his family received death threats, but Iraq's soccer chiefs rejected his resignation. Vieira's assistant can't return to Iraq because the last time he was in Baghdad, gunmen threatened to kidnap his son. In fact, this is the story of many soccer players in the team who have lost family members in the civil war sweeping the country. The dislocation caused by the war is so severe that the makeshift Iraqi FA headquarters is a hotel lobby in Amman.
For someone who came only five weeks before the Asian Cup, Vieira shows a remarkable grasp and understanding of his players and the effect the war has had on them.
"Some of them, if they go to Iraq, they are going to be killed," Vieira said of his squad. "When you don't know where your home is, where your things are, you are lost in space. It's the same when you have no organisation in your house. You don't know where you put your socks or your trousers. It's the same here. They are lost people because of the war."
Very few gave him a chance to succeed. But Vieira understood his job did not entail just coaching a team but acting as a healer.
"They've been through so much. The players are so strong, but sometimes too strong. They have so much pain that I have to be not only a coach, but a psychologist, a father, and a friend to them.They are a very good example of unity to the Iraqi people."
He has been clear on one thing. He and his team are here not just to participate but to play well and challenge for the Asian Cup despite the almost insurmountable problems and the abbreviated training period.
"I have to be confident about winning. I can't talk about my problems, and say we'll do nothing, because I am not a loser. I've lost very few times in my life."
But Vieira has been modest about his own achievements with this overachieving Iraqi team.
"The congratulations should not go to me. It should go to my players, my staff who are working behind me," a humble Vieira told a press conference after his side's stunning 3-1 victory over the Socceroos. "Because without these people I can not do anything. I'm not a magician."
His influence in unifying this team has been nothing short of miraculous, proving many naysayers wrong. He again mentioned that he was not a magician. Humility seems to be a defining trait. He mentions how everyone was at loggerheads in the beginning and his first initiative was to get them all together, bringing players from the various sects, Shia, Sunnis, and the Iraqi Kurds, together.
"I tried to unify them. Now they are together, they kiss each other, they shake each others' hands. They are not fighting or talking politics. They accepted my way. I am not a magician, but I know football can change people."
Vieira may claim not to be a magician but he seems to have a strong sense of destiny. He knows this is no ordinary coaching job.
"When I see everyone working together, it touches my heart, I cannot explain this feeling," he said. "But if the results don't come, maybe the problem will come back. I hope I can make a difference."
So far it is working out fantastically. Iraq are through to the finals to meet Saudi Arabia, a country where Nashat Akram, one of Iraq's heroes plays his club football. The Iraqis have surpassed Vieira's own expectations.
"I want to be in the last four," he said. "If I had more time, I would tell you I'm going to make the final but now that's not possible. If we got to the final then, as the Arabs say, 'it is with God'."
The Iraqi soccer team, the power of football, God, and Jorvan Vieira. The Iraqis love him and want him to remain. As for Brazilians, some should be getting warm fuzzies that it is one of them that is shaping the Iraqis historical run. And it is not a player.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
July 29, 2007 A victory for the Iraqi people
Congratulations to Iraq on their 1-0 victory to claim the Asian Cup.
Following article was published by the New York Times. Enjoy the music.
July 29, 2007, 8:20 am
A Pre-Match Music Video
By The New York Times
Here are the lyrics to the song in this video, El Youm Yomak Ya Iraqi, or “This Is Your Day, Iraqi,” by Hussam al Rassam:
This is your day O Iraqi
You are the man with a sense of honor
Play, play and make your opponent in constant bewilderment
Your father, mother, brothers are all waiting for your victory
Your sweetheart will boast among the beautiful girls of your neighborhood
All Iraqis eyes are watching you; the flag is waving in your hand
Victory is always for us, and we won’t accept anything else
The singer, Hussam Mahmood Hashim, was born in 1978 in Hilla, with seven brothers and two sisters. He graduated from the Institute of Fine Arts (painting department) in 1996, and that is why he is nicknamed ‘al-Rassam’, which means the painter. He then studied the lute in the same institute and graduated in 2003.
Al-Rassam left Iraq, with many other artists (he happens to be a Shiite), because of the poor security situation and particularly because Islamic extremists carried out a wave of killing actors, singers, and artists. He took part in a youth song festival in Algiers in 2001 and won his first award. Al-Rassam is well known for his folkloric and national-themed songs.
Following article was published by the New York Times. Enjoy the music.
July 29, 2007, 8:20 am
A Pre-Match Music Video
By The New York Times
Here are the lyrics to the song in this video, El Youm Yomak Ya Iraqi, or “This Is Your Day, Iraqi,” by Hussam al Rassam:
This is your day O Iraqi
You are the man with a sense of honor
Play, play and make your opponent in constant bewilderment
Your father, mother, brothers are all waiting for your victory
Your sweetheart will boast among the beautiful girls of your neighborhood
All Iraqis eyes are watching you; the flag is waving in your hand
Victory is always for us, and we won’t accept anything else
The singer, Hussam Mahmood Hashim, was born in 1978 in Hilla, with seven brothers and two sisters. He graduated from the Institute of Fine Arts (painting department) in 1996, and that is why he is nicknamed ‘al-Rassam’, which means the painter. He then studied the lute in the same institute and graduated in 2003.
Al-Rassam left Iraq, with many other artists (he happens to be a Shiite), because of the poor security situation and particularly because Islamic extremists carried out a wave of killing actors, singers, and artists. He took part in a youth song festival in Algiers in 2001 and won his first award. Al-Rassam is well known for his folkloric and national-themed songs.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
July 28, 2007 Pasadena, Texas - Police brutality free to harm people
Following article was published by the Houston Chronicle. Amazing that we live in a very violent society where enforcers are judge and executioners.
July 28, 2007, 12:53PM
Man struck by police saw freedom for 1 hour
New specifics from Pasadena PD emerge on the day of his funeral
By ROBERT CROWE
On the day of Pedro Gonzales Jr.'s funeral, community activists Friday called for a federal inquiry into the Pasadena man's death as new details emerged, further complicating a case in which the actions of two officers have come under scrutiny.
Grieving family members learned Friday that the man had been released from the Pasadena Jail about one hour before officers Jason Buckaloo and Christopher Jones re-arrested him on suspicion of public intoxication. Police said Gonzales — spotted sitting in the bed of a pickup less than a mile from the jail — resisted arrest and force was needed to restrain him on July 21. A few hours later, Gonzales was found dead in a jail cell. He had injuries to his head, arm and ribs.
"There's no way he would have been able to buy alcohol because he only had 64 cents in his pocket when he left the jail," Rick Dovalina, spokesman of the League of United Latin American Citizens Council, said Friday.
As the Harris County District Attorney's Office and the Internal Affairs Division of the Pasadena Police Department conduct investigations into Gonzales' death, Dovalina and other activists said an independent investigation conducted by the U.S. Department of Justice is necessary.
Dovalina met with Gonzales' family Friday to discuss all that he had learned about the incident after a meeting this week with Pasadena Police Chief Mike Massey, Capt. Bud Corbett and other officials.
Witness wasn't mentioned
Dovalina reported that officials told him Gonzales was released about 1 a.m. the morning before he was re-arrested. During that meeting, Dovalina said, police officials never mentioned to him that a witness had told police that Gonzales was motionless when the officers hit him.
They also never mentioned that witness Evelyn Moreno had called 911 to report that she had seen the officers beating Gonzales for two minutes.
A recording of the the emergency call Moreno made at 2:09 a.m. reveals the concern in her voice. The 20-year-old woman said she was driving home when she noticed the officers hitting Gonzales outside a business in the 1300 block of East Harris.
On the recording it is difficult to hear Moreno, who called from a pay phone, because she initially wanted to remain anonymous. The female dispatcher's responses seem to indicate that she understood that Moreno was reporting police brutality.
The dispatcher gave Moreno a non-emergency phone number to call, but Moreno declined to call, saying she did not think anyone would take her seriously because the dispatcher did not seem too concerned.
Pasadena officials said an ambulance or police unit was not dispatched to the scene after Moreno called because the incident happened in a matter of two minutes. Paramedics treated Gonzales at the jail after he complained of injuries, but he refused further treatment and was placed in a cell before he died, said Capt. Corbett.
About 7:30 a.m., Gonzales was found dead in a holding cell. Preliminary autopsy reports show Gonzales died from a punctured lung related to a fractured rib. Police said the injuries were the result of force they were required to use because he resisted arrest for public intoxication.
Although autopsy results are incomplete, Dovalina said he doesn't believe Gonzales was drunk or on drugs before his death. The man would not have had time to go to a store to purchase alcohol because Texas businesses must stop selling beer or alcohol after 1 a.m. And there are no bars near the jail because it is a dry portion of Pasadena, family members said.
"It's not right what happened to my husband," said his wife, Diana Gonzales. "He had a 13-year-old daughter and two sons who loved him." Gonzales' family buried him after a simple funeral Friday. To pay for the service, one relative sold an old van. Others chipped in what little they could.
Activists are calling for a federal review of local investigations because, they said, Pasadena police have changed their stories multiple times and held back key information before the Chronicle began inquiring into Gonzales' death.
Pasadena police officials stated Monday that Gonzales was possibly injured about 2 a.m. when he tripped and fell in a parking lot as police officers escorted him to a patrol car while arresting him for public intoxication.
After the Chronicle asked police on Tuesday to explain how he could have suffered multiple injuries by tripping, Corbett said Gonzales sustained some injuries during a struggle with Jones and Buckaloo.
Gonzales' family is especially troubled that Buckaloo had previously been indicted on charges of using excessive force on a 15-year-old South Houston High School student in 2001. A jury found him not guilty in a 2002 trial of official oppression.
Jones, who began working for Pasadena PD this year, had previously worked for the Grandview Police Department in Missouri from April 2002 to July 2006.
A city of Grandview human resources director said he voluntarily left the department. There were no complaints in his personnel file, she said.
robert.crowe@chron.com
July 28, 2007, 12:53PM
Man struck by police saw freedom for 1 hour
New specifics from Pasadena PD emerge on the day of his funeral
By ROBERT CROWE
On the day of Pedro Gonzales Jr.'s funeral, community activists Friday called for a federal inquiry into the Pasadena man's death as new details emerged, further complicating a case in which the actions of two officers have come under scrutiny.
Grieving family members learned Friday that the man had been released from the Pasadena Jail about one hour before officers Jason Buckaloo and Christopher Jones re-arrested him on suspicion of public intoxication. Police said Gonzales — spotted sitting in the bed of a pickup less than a mile from the jail — resisted arrest and force was needed to restrain him on July 21. A few hours later, Gonzales was found dead in a jail cell. He had injuries to his head, arm and ribs.
"There's no way he would have been able to buy alcohol because he only had 64 cents in his pocket when he left the jail," Rick Dovalina, spokesman of the League of United Latin American Citizens Council, said Friday.
As the Harris County District Attorney's Office and the Internal Affairs Division of the Pasadena Police Department conduct investigations into Gonzales' death, Dovalina and other activists said an independent investigation conducted by the U.S. Department of Justice is necessary.
Dovalina met with Gonzales' family Friday to discuss all that he had learned about the incident after a meeting this week with Pasadena Police Chief Mike Massey, Capt. Bud Corbett and other officials.
Witness wasn't mentioned
Dovalina reported that officials told him Gonzales was released about 1 a.m. the morning before he was re-arrested. During that meeting, Dovalina said, police officials never mentioned to him that a witness had told police that Gonzales was motionless when the officers hit him.
They also never mentioned that witness Evelyn Moreno had called 911 to report that she had seen the officers beating Gonzales for two minutes.
A recording of the the emergency call Moreno made at 2:09 a.m. reveals the concern in her voice. The 20-year-old woman said she was driving home when she noticed the officers hitting Gonzales outside a business in the 1300 block of East Harris.
On the recording it is difficult to hear Moreno, who called from a pay phone, because she initially wanted to remain anonymous. The female dispatcher's responses seem to indicate that she understood that Moreno was reporting police brutality.
The dispatcher gave Moreno a non-emergency phone number to call, but Moreno declined to call, saying she did not think anyone would take her seriously because the dispatcher did not seem too concerned.
Pasadena officials said an ambulance or police unit was not dispatched to the scene after Moreno called because the incident happened in a matter of two minutes. Paramedics treated Gonzales at the jail after he complained of injuries, but he refused further treatment and was placed in a cell before he died, said Capt. Corbett.
About 7:30 a.m., Gonzales was found dead in a holding cell. Preliminary autopsy reports show Gonzales died from a punctured lung related to a fractured rib. Police said the injuries were the result of force they were required to use because he resisted arrest for public intoxication.
Although autopsy results are incomplete, Dovalina said he doesn't believe Gonzales was drunk or on drugs before his death. The man would not have had time to go to a store to purchase alcohol because Texas businesses must stop selling beer or alcohol after 1 a.m. And there are no bars near the jail because it is a dry portion of Pasadena, family members said.
"It's not right what happened to my husband," said his wife, Diana Gonzales. "He had a 13-year-old daughter and two sons who loved him." Gonzales' family buried him after a simple funeral Friday. To pay for the service, one relative sold an old van. Others chipped in what little they could.
Activists are calling for a federal review of local investigations because, they said, Pasadena police have changed their stories multiple times and held back key information before the Chronicle began inquiring into Gonzales' death.
Pasadena police officials stated Monday that Gonzales was possibly injured about 2 a.m. when he tripped and fell in a parking lot as police officers escorted him to a patrol car while arresting him for public intoxication.
After the Chronicle asked police on Tuesday to explain how he could have suffered multiple injuries by tripping, Corbett said Gonzales sustained some injuries during a struggle with Jones and Buckaloo.
Gonzales' family is especially troubled that Buckaloo had previously been indicted on charges of using excessive force on a 15-year-old South Houston High School student in 2001. A jury found him not guilty in a 2002 trial of official oppression.
Jones, who began working for Pasadena PD this year, had previously worked for the Grandview Police Department in Missouri from April 2002 to July 2006.
A city of Grandview human resources director said he voluntarily left the department. There were no complaints in his personnel file, she said.
robert.crowe@chron.com
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
July 10, 2007 As War Enters Classrooms, Fear Grips Afghans
Photos and excerpts from article published by The New Work Times.
QALAI SAYEDAN, Afghanistan, July 9 — With their teacher absent, 10 students were allowed to leave school early. These were the girls the gunmen saw first, 10 easy targets walking hand-in-hand through the blue metal gate and on to the winding dirt road.
The staccato of machine-gun fire pelted through the stillness. A 13-year-old named Shukria was hit in the arm and the back, and then teetered into the soft brown of an adjacent wheat field. Zarmina, her 12-year-old sister, ran to her side, listening to the wounded girl’s precious breath and trying to help her stand. But Shukria was too heavy to lift, and the two gunmen, sitting astride a single motorbike, sped closer.
As Zarmina scurried away, the men took a more studied aim at those they already had shot, killing Shukria with bullets to her stomach and heart. Then the attackers seemed to succumb to the frenzy they had begun, forsaking the motorbike and fleeing on foot in a panic, two bobbing heads — one tucked into a helmet, the other swaddled by a handkerchief — vanishing amid the earthen color of the wheat.
Six students were shot here on the afternoon of June 12, two of them fatally. The Qalai Sayedan School — considered among the very best in the central Afghan province of Logar — reopened only last weekend, but even with Kalashnikov-toting guards at the gate, only a quarter of the 1,600 students have dared to return.
Joao Silva for The New York Times: Afghan girls and boys waited to enter their classrooms at the Martyred Saadia School in the town of Qalai Sayedan, 40 miles south of Kabul. The school was recently renamed to honor one of two female students gunned down on June 12 on their way home from school and just reopened last weekend.
Joao Silva for The New York Times: The school in Qalai Sayedan, built four years ago by the German government, enrolls boys through grade 6 and girls through grade 12. Two years ago it was named the top school in the province. Perhaps because it is considered a model for a different kind of future, it has been attacked repeatedly.
Joao Silva for The New York Times: Zarmina, 12, who witnessed the murder of her sister Shukria last month, did not return to the school in Qalai Sayedan when it reopened last weekend. Only 25 percent of the school's students have come back so far.
QALAI SAYEDAN, Afghanistan, July 9 — With their teacher absent, 10 students were allowed to leave school early. These were the girls the gunmen saw first, 10 easy targets walking hand-in-hand through the blue metal gate and on to the winding dirt road.
The staccato of machine-gun fire pelted through the stillness. A 13-year-old named Shukria was hit in the arm and the back, and then teetered into the soft brown of an adjacent wheat field. Zarmina, her 12-year-old sister, ran to her side, listening to the wounded girl’s precious breath and trying to help her stand. But Shukria was too heavy to lift, and the two gunmen, sitting astride a single motorbike, sped closer.
As Zarmina scurried away, the men took a more studied aim at those they already had shot, killing Shukria with bullets to her stomach and heart. Then the attackers seemed to succumb to the frenzy they had begun, forsaking the motorbike and fleeing on foot in a panic, two bobbing heads — one tucked into a helmet, the other swaddled by a handkerchief — vanishing amid the earthen color of the wheat.
Six students were shot here on the afternoon of June 12, two of them fatally. The Qalai Sayedan School — considered among the very best in the central Afghan province of Logar — reopened only last weekend, but even with Kalashnikov-toting guards at the gate, only a quarter of the 1,600 students have dared to return.
Joao Silva for The New York Times: Afghan girls and boys waited to enter their classrooms at the Martyred Saadia School in the town of Qalai Sayedan, 40 miles south of Kabul. The school was recently renamed to honor one of two female students gunned down on June 12 on their way home from school and just reopened last weekend.
Joao Silva for The New York Times: The school in Qalai Sayedan, built four years ago by the German government, enrolls boys through grade 6 and girls through grade 12. Two years ago it was named the top school in the province. Perhaps because it is considered a model for a different kind of future, it has been attacked repeatedly.
Joao Silva for The New York Times: Zarmina, 12, who witnessed the murder of her sister Shukria last month, did not return to the school in Qalai Sayedan when it reopened last weekend. Only 25 percent of the school's students have come back so far.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Andean women playing soccer (/football)
Photo from the Guardian Unlimited.
Callao, Peru: One of the players in the National Andean communities soccer championship takes a shot.
Photograph: Martin Mejia/AP
Callao, Peru: One of the players in the National Andean communities soccer championship takes a shot.
Photograph: Martin Mejia/AP
Thursday, May 31, 2007
August 7, 2001 Bolivian footballers reach new high
Following article was published by the BBC.
The highest match in the world gets under way
By Andrew Enever in La Paz
Two of the players who were to take part in the highest football match in the world did not even make it to the pitch - struck down by altitude sickness as they climbed their way to the 6542m (21,424 ft) summit.
But armed with four orange footballs and two goalposts painted black to aid visibility in the snow, the 15 remaining players set about laying out the pitch for their historic fixture on Mount Sajama, South America's second highest mountain.
At 1030 last Thursday, the referee blew his whistle.
Mario Perez Mamani knocked the ball to Primo Quispe Luna who laid it back to Juan Caballero Churata. The match was under way, and for once those starring in the arena of a world footballing event were all Bolivian.
The plan had been hatched some time before, in the offices of the Club Andino Boliviano and the High Altitude Pathology Institute (Ippa) back in the world's highest capital city, La Paz. Three doctors at Ippa, experts on the effects of altitude, were convinced that sporting activities could take place at very high altitudes.
And with a flat, snow covered crater at its summit, Sajama, an extinct Andean volcano lying close to the Bolivia-Chile border, offered the perfect environment to test the theory.
Initial attempt
Ippa and Club Andino announced at the end of June that an attempt would be made to stage a match on 7 July. On the day, a team of 35 began their ascent, but logistical problems and terrible weather conditions thwarted the attempt.
"We have demonstrated that with good physical and mental health one can take part in any sport at any altitude" Bolivian doctor
"We were not well enough prepared," said Dr Gustavo Zubieta Snr. "Many set off to reach the summit but very few actually got there." Following the failure, a number of organisations that had backed the first attempt withdrew their interest. But undeterred by the lack of support, Ippa and Club Andino began preparations for a second attempt.
Race to the top
This time there was a sense of urgency, as the failure had opened a window for groups from other parts of the world to achieve the record first. In particular, the Japanese Government had expressed an interest in leading an expedition.
But the preparations moved quickly and less than a month after the first attempt, with a smaller more cohesive group, and perfect conditions, the match went ahead successfully.
The two teams, one made up of villagers from Sajama, and the other from members of the La Paz Mountain and Trekking Guides Association, played for 20 minutes each way on the 35m by 50m pitch.
Top of the world
"Those who took part are extraordinary men," said Dr Zubieta. "They climbed to 6542m and after using up a large part of their energy still played a football match. "They could beat any team in the world at this altitude."
Ippa, who had funded the record breaking expedition, carried out tests on all the players following the match and none of them showed problems in reaction to their high altitude exertions.
"We have demonstrated that with good physical and mental health one can take part in any sport at any altitude," claimed Dr Zubieta.
"The Bolivian people are happy to see us winning in football because we have always lost in the major championships.
"This was the best championship of all because no players had ever played at this altitude. This group of Bolivians did and they won," he said.
The highest match in the world gets under way
By Andrew Enever in La Paz
Two of the players who were to take part in the highest football match in the world did not even make it to the pitch - struck down by altitude sickness as they climbed their way to the 6542m (21,424 ft) summit.
But armed with four orange footballs and two goalposts painted black to aid visibility in the snow, the 15 remaining players set about laying out the pitch for their historic fixture on Mount Sajama, South America's second highest mountain.
At 1030 last Thursday, the referee blew his whistle.
Mario Perez Mamani knocked the ball to Primo Quispe Luna who laid it back to Juan Caballero Churata. The match was under way, and for once those starring in the arena of a world footballing event were all Bolivian.
The plan had been hatched some time before, in the offices of the Club Andino Boliviano and the High Altitude Pathology Institute (Ippa) back in the world's highest capital city, La Paz. Three doctors at Ippa, experts on the effects of altitude, were convinced that sporting activities could take place at very high altitudes.
And with a flat, snow covered crater at its summit, Sajama, an extinct Andean volcano lying close to the Bolivia-Chile border, offered the perfect environment to test the theory.
Initial attempt
Ippa and Club Andino announced at the end of June that an attempt would be made to stage a match on 7 July. On the day, a team of 35 began their ascent, but logistical problems and terrible weather conditions thwarted the attempt.
"We have demonstrated that with good physical and mental health one can take part in any sport at any altitude" Bolivian doctor
"We were not well enough prepared," said Dr Gustavo Zubieta Snr. "Many set off to reach the summit but very few actually got there." Following the failure, a number of organisations that had backed the first attempt withdrew their interest. But undeterred by the lack of support, Ippa and Club Andino began preparations for a second attempt.
Race to the top
This time there was a sense of urgency, as the failure had opened a window for groups from other parts of the world to achieve the record first. In particular, the Japanese Government had expressed an interest in leading an expedition.
But the preparations moved quickly and less than a month after the first attempt, with a smaller more cohesive group, and perfect conditions, the match went ahead successfully.
The two teams, one made up of villagers from Sajama, and the other from members of the La Paz Mountain and Trekking Guides Association, played for 20 minutes each way on the 35m by 50m pitch.
Top of the world
"Those who took part are extraordinary men," said Dr Zubieta. "They climbed to 6542m and after using up a large part of their energy still played a football match. "They could beat any team in the world at this altitude."
Ippa, who had funded the record breaking expedition, carried out tests on all the players following the match and none of them showed problems in reaction to their high altitude exertions.
"We have demonstrated that with good physical and mental health one can take part in any sport at any altitude," claimed Dr Zubieta.
"The Bolivian people are happy to see us winning in football because we have always lost in the major championships.
"This was the best championship of all because no players had ever played at this altitude. This group of Bolivians did and they won," he said.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Winter 2006 Life is a gift by Rafael McDonnell
Article published by The North Texas.
Jawdat Haydar published his first poem as a North Texan -- 80 years ago
Jawdat Haydar (’28) has worked as an educator, an executive with the Iraq Petroleum Co. and a farmer. Now 101, the native of Lebanon has published a new collection of his poetry, 101 Selected Poems.
Haydar, who is one of the best-known poets of the Middle East, published his first poem eight decades ago as a student at North Texas. Printed in a newspaper then known as the Dallas News, it was about life in Texas:
“The skies of Switzerland are clear and blue/The old German castles are pretty, too/France is charming and England not less/But there’s no place like dear old Texas.”
Many of Haydar’s poems now focus on large issues such as injustice, war, peace, life, death and man’s interaction with the natural world.
“What first inspired me to write poetry was the beauty of nature and
the diversity and mysteries of the world,” he says. “Once I started writing, I realized that through my work I can express my deep inner feelings of beauty, love, ambition, passion, pain, despair, loss and worry.
Yesterday I was the prince of my youth
Today I'm the emperor of my years
My empire but a domain of the truth
A smile in the spring in winter but tears
from "The Prince of Youth"
“In my 100 years I have seen a lot of changes around me in the world, but the elements that inspired me to write remain constant all through my life on this earth,” he says.
Haydar says his poems often carry a message.
“Nature is a gift from God. I hope that through my work I can convey a simple message, saying: ‘People of Earth, better listen and be awake, be wise, read the past to make the future. Do not pollute nature, do not destroy it, avoid wars; otherwise, you shall lose the paradise you are living on,’” he says.
Haydar grew up in the Bekaa Valley, east of Beirut. He remembers when he was a young boy he bought candy from British soldiers stationed in the area before World War I, during the last days of the Ottoman Empire. He describes his homeland as “a dot on the world map” but says it is mentioned in the Bible, a place “where beauty and dreams meet in poetry.”
In a 2003 interview with the Daily Star of Beirut, Haydar said he got the opportunity to come to the United States and study thanks to a chance encounter in a movie theater in Lyon, France. He assisted a woman who had dropped her handkerchief. It was the wife of the American consul to France. Two weeks later, Haydar was on a boat to the United States and then took a three-day train ride from New York City to Denton. He says to save money, he only ate breakfast cereal on the train.
Haydar says the North Texas campus still holds a warm place in his heart.
I dreamt my lifeline beaded with the years
Each was blinking happiness in my brain
All were spent without regrets, without tears
And I had determined to start again
from "Guess?"
“My years at North Texas are among my cherished days and moments. After all these years I consider it home. I’ll never forget the man in the registrar’s office who was generous enough to lend me some money to start my life in the new world and, more importantly, to help me achieve my dream. The last time I was on my campus was when I graduated in 1927-28.”
After graduation, Haydar became the principal of a school in the Lebanese city of Aley, and later in Nablus, on the West Bank. For 25 years, Haydar then worked for the Iraq Petroleum Co. as a recruitment executive based in Lebanon. He retired from the company in 1960, worked in the plastics industry and then went into farming. He also unsuccessfully ran as a candidate for the Lebanese parliament.
Haydar, who lives in Beirut, has six daughters, 17 grandchildren and 25 great-grandchildren, some of whom live in Europe and the United States. He still gets up early in the morning to write his poems out by hand, and his daughters transcribe them onto a computer. Haydar and his poetry have been honored with the Lebanese Order of the Cedars, the Gold Medal of Lebanese Merit and the Medal La Croix de Grand Officier of France. Haydar has also been honored with other medals, including one from Pope John XXIII for humanitarian efforts.
He says his philosophy of life is simple and easy to follow.
“My secret for long life is always being thankful to God and enjoying every second of it,” he says. “Life is a gift. Be happy when you can.”
Editor’s note: As we went to press, we learned that Jawdat Haydar passed away in Beirut in early December.
Jawdat Haydar published his first poem as a North Texan -- 80 years ago
Jawdat Haydar (’28) has worked as an educator, an executive with the Iraq Petroleum Co. and a farmer. Now 101, the native of Lebanon has published a new collection of his poetry, 101 Selected Poems.
Haydar, who is one of the best-known poets of the Middle East, published his first poem eight decades ago as a student at North Texas. Printed in a newspaper then known as the Dallas News, it was about life in Texas:
“The skies of Switzerland are clear and blue/The old German castles are pretty, too/France is charming and England not less/But there’s no place like dear old Texas.”
Many of Haydar’s poems now focus on large issues such as injustice, war, peace, life, death and man’s interaction with the natural world.
“What first inspired me to write poetry was the beauty of nature and
the diversity and mysteries of the world,” he says. “Once I started writing, I realized that through my work I can express my deep inner feelings of beauty, love, ambition, passion, pain, despair, loss and worry.
Yesterday I was the prince of my youth
Today I'm the emperor of my years
My empire but a domain of the truth
A smile in the spring in winter but tears
from "The Prince of Youth"
“In my 100 years I have seen a lot of changes around me in the world, but the elements that inspired me to write remain constant all through my life on this earth,” he says.
Haydar says his poems often carry a message.
“Nature is a gift from God. I hope that through my work I can convey a simple message, saying: ‘People of Earth, better listen and be awake, be wise, read the past to make the future. Do not pollute nature, do not destroy it, avoid wars; otherwise, you shall lose the paradise you are living on,’” he says.
Haydar grew up in the Bekaa Valley, east of Beirut. He remembers when he was a young boy he bought candy from British soldiers stationed in the area before World War I, during the last days of the Ottoman Empire. He describes his homeland as “a dot on the world map” but says it is mentioned in the Bible, a place “where beauty and dreams meet in poetry.”
In a 2003 interview with the Daily Star of Beirut, Haydar said he got the opportunity to come to the United States and study thanks to a chance encounter in a movie theater in Lyon, France. He assisted a woman who had dropped her handkerchief. It was the wife of the American consul to France. Two weeks later, Haydar was on a boat to the United States and then took a three-day train ride from New York City to Denton. He says to save money, he only ate breakfast cereal on the train.
Haydar says the North Texas campus still holds a warm place in his heart.
I dreamt my lifeline beaded with the years
Each was blinking happiness in my brain
All were spent without regrets, without tears
And I had determined to start again
from "Guess?"
“My years at North Texas are among my cherished days and moments. After all these years I consider it home. I’ll never forget the man in the registrar’s office who was generous enough to lend me some money to start my life in the new world and, more importantly, to help me achieve my dream. The last time I was on my campus was when I graduated in 1927-28.”
After graduation, Haydar became the principal of a school in the Lebanese city of Aley, and later in Nablus, on the West Bank. For 25 years, Haydar then worked for the Iraq Petroleum Co. as a recruitment executive based in Lebanon. He retired from the company in 1960, worked in the plastics industry and then went into farming. He also unsuccessfully ran as a candidate for the Lebanese parliament.
Haydar, who lives in Beirut, has six daughters, 17 grandchildren and 25 great-grandchildren, some of whom live in Europe and the United States. He still gets up early in the morning to write his poems out by hand, and his daughters transcribe them onto a computer. Haydar and his poetry have been honored with the Lebanese Order of the Cedars, the Gold Medal of Lebanese Merit and the Medal La Croix de Grand Officier of France. Haydar has also been honored with other medals, including one from Pope John XXIII for humanitarian efforts.
He says his philosophy of life is simple and easy to follow.
“My secret for long life is always being thankful to God and enjoying every second of it,” he says. “Life is a gift. Be happy when you can.”
Editor’s note: As we went to press, we learned that Jawdat Haydar passed away in Beirut in early December.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Human agony - would you support wars if the man on the picture was you?
I wonder when we profess to be Christians or other God fearing religion and at the same time we find excuses to permit violence are we not thinking about "them" not to be like us? What would your child tell you if he/she had to go through concrete/war walls to go to school? Picture and commentary from AP.
Ali Jassim mourns as he takes part in the funeral procession for his brother Isam, in Shiite holly city of Najaf, 160 kilometers (100 miles) south of Baghdad, Iraq, Sunday, April 22, 2007. Isam Jasim, age 13 was killed by unknown gunmen in the Shiite Muslim city of Kufa. (AP Photo/Alaa al-Marjani).
Schoolchildren pass concrete walls in Adhamiya district in Baghdad April 22, 2007. The U.S. military is putting up concrete walls to protect five neighbourhoods in Baghdad in a new strategy some residents said on Sunday would isolate them from other communities and sharpen sectarian tensions. REUTERS/Thaier al-Sudani (IRAQ)
Ali Jassim mourns as he takes part in the funeral procession for his brother Isam, in Shiite holly city of Najaf, 160 kilometers (100 miles) south of Baghdad, Iraq, Sunday, April 22, 2007. Isam Jasim, age 13 was killed by unknown gunmen in the Shiite Muslim city of Kufa. (AP Photo/Alaa al-Marjani).
Schoolchildren pass concrete walls in Adhamiya district in Baghdad April 22, 2007. The U.S. military is putting up concrete walls to protect five neighbourhoods in Baghdad in a new strategy some residents said on Sunday would isolate them from other communities and sharpen sectarian tensions. REUTERS/Thaier al-Sudani (IRAQ)
Friday, April 06, 2007
Clare Lindley
While visiting London had the opportunity to listen a folk music trio playing Irish and Scotish music. Clare Lindley and Brian Mullan were part of the trio. They are superb musicians with lots of talent. Clare is a very charming/beautiful woman and Brian a soft/gentle person. If need more info about them they have a page in myspace.com and a page of Kooch.
Photos below were found in related web articles.
Jan Allain and Clare Lindley
Clare's charm, her smile and her fiddle.
This pic reminds me the second and last time I heard them play in a pub in the east side of London, or was it the south east? Regardless, it was a lovely evening that lasted after closing of the Tube so had to take an early AM bus trip on top of a double decker.
Photos below were found in related web articles.
Jan Allain and Clare Lindley
Clare's charm, her smile and her fiddle.
This pic reminds me the second and last time I heard them play in a pub in the east side of London, or was it the south east? Regardless, it was a lovely evening that lasted after closing of the Tube so had to take an early AM bus trip on top of a double decker.
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April 6, 2007 Dutch Soldiers Stress Restraint in Afghanistan
From article published in the New York Times.
(Tyler Hicks/The New York Times) In south-central Afghanistan, a region controlled by the Taliban and tribes opposed to the central government, a Dutch-led task force has been pursuing a counter-insurgency approach. Its tactic emphasizes development and diplomacy over hunting and killing of Taliban fighters.
(Tyler Hicks/The New York Times) In south-central Afghanistan, a region controlled by the Taliban and tribes opposed to the central government, a Dutch-led task force has been pursuing a counter-insurgency approach. Its tactic emphasizes development and diplomacy over hunting and killing of Taliban fighters.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Child begging for money?
Pictures by Guo Jihong published by China Daily. "These photos show some children forcefully begging for money from pedestrians in the Pearl River Delta. The young beggars are mostly children of poor migrant workers. At times they even assault pedestrians."
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Pilar Ovalle, Chilean Artist
Found the art of Pilar Ovalle at the Museo de Bellas Artes in Santiago, Chile in April of 2006. In my opinion one of the best sculptures I have experience. Her sculpture portraits the spirit of her media the trees. It is so easy to fall in love with the artist through her work.
Above photo found at www.aenoticiasl.pr.gov.br.
Interview below found at www.plagio.cl
"Yo no trabajo para los premios, hago lo que hago porque me apasiona"
por Carolina Mosso E. 06.06.2006
Aquí hay mucho amor, era una de las frases que más se repetía en el libro de comentarios de Wenu Mamül, Maderas del Cielo, la exposición que desde el 13 de enero se instaló en el ala norte del Museo de Bellas Artes. Y aunque no fue esta la muestra la que le valió a Pilar Ovalle la nominación al Altazor de este año (fue “Travesías”, en la Galería Isabel Aninat), esta escultora de 35 años dice estar “sorprendida y feliz” por el recibimiento de la exposición que, tras un rotundo éxito en el Museo Óscar Niemeyer de Curitiba, Brasil, fue finalmente traída a nuestro país, para permanecer durante casi tres meses en el Museo de Bellas Artes.
"Pilar Ovalle transmite la gran alegría que se siente al encontrar un pedazo de árbol superviviente, ya informe y abstracto, a la obra que emerge de su hallazgo. No busca formas reconocibles; busca inspiraciones ocultas que se manifiestan al azar, con el tiempo, y reflexión. Busca fragmentos de alma, trozos de espíritu, y con sumo cuidado y respeto, los transforma en imágenes sugerentes, formas que son aleaciones de lo añejo con lo actual. Crea una visión fresca de la majestuosidad del árbol milenario." Esas fueron las palabras que usó el destacado curador chileno Edward Shaw para describir la última exposición de Pilar Ovalle, "Wenu Mamül, Maderas del Cielo".
Y es que el trabajo de esta escultora de 35 años y voz pausada, no deja indiferente. Nominada por tercera vez al Altazor en la categoría Escultura (2002, 2004 y ahora, 2006), Pilar Ovalle -dicen los críticos- en su técnica más cercana a lo constructivista y geométrico logra hacer permanecer la gestualidad y espontaneidad en sus figuras, e imprimirles una potente intención de corporalidad e incluso movimiento.
Además, la obra de esta escultora (quien ha desarrollado una sólida y consistente trayectoria artística desde su primera exposición individual en la Galería de Isabel Aninat en 1994), ha sido catalogada como un arte "ordenado, pulcro, que agrada por la formalidad del oficio", además de haber dicho de ella que se trata de una artista "valiosa y valiente" al atreverse con un gran formato, "que no es fácil en para una escultora joven". Tras haber obtenido dos veces la beca del Fondart (por "Esculturas con despunte en madera" y "Esculturas dobladas con técnicas chilotas"), el 2004 gana el primer lugar en el concurso de Esculturas de los países del MERCOSUR, lo que más tarde le permitió dar a conocer su obra en la ciudad de Curitiba, en Brasil.
En las formas y texturas de cada una de las piezas, cuenta Ovalle, se tejen historias sociales y personales: el reencuentro con la tierra, la búsqueda de lo espiritual y divino, la intuición de lo antiguo revivido en lo moderno. Y es justamente a partir de cortes y ensambles a los trozos de madera nativa que ella misma ha recolectado (roble, pino, raulí, mañío, coihue e incluso alerce), que la artista crea figuras antropomorfas y anecdóticas. En esos trozos, dice la escultora, pretende otorgarle un aspecto vital a sus obras, desarrollando un constante juego de imperfecciones con las texturas, nudos y vetas de la madera. Una técnica que, confiesa, ha ido perfeccionando tras los años, pero que aún la mantiene encuadrada en lo literal de la destreza.
Cuéntame cómo es tu relación con la madera ¿A partir de qué momento nace esta cercanía?
La madera la encontré casualmente. Tenía que hacer un trabajo en la universidad con formato de material libre, y estaba buscando un material. Yo antes trabajaba con papel, con cartón, y hacía esculturas como maqueta… bastante parecidas a mis esculturas de ahora, pero en papel. Y me encontré con la madera cuando botaron unos árboles en la Costanera y las llevé a mi taller. Me costó harto, fue súper difícil, porque me gustaba el material, pero no tenía idea de cómo empezar: cómo cortar, cómo ensamblar.
Fue como un enamoramiento con la madera, y a partir de eso me dije: "tengo que aprender a trabajarla y meterme fuerte en el oficio". Ahí empecé a ver, a estudiar todo lo relacionado con carpintería. De a poco me fui metiendo, y ya llevo 15 años trabajando con esa técnica.
Pero ¿te has hecho asesorar con gente que conoce más el material, has tomado cursos para especializar tu técnica?
No, soy autodidacta. Estudié Arte en el Instituto de Arte Contemporáneo Mulato Gil (1989) y después hice Escultura en la Católica (1993), pero hice fierro, entonces madera es algo que he trabajado e investigado sola. Me gusta mucho investigar y, en realidad en todas las cosas que he investigado me meto, estudio y trabajo harto, para poder desarrollar el mecanismo y lograr sentirme más libre en la creación.
Ya teniendo la técnica, ¿cómo se gestó concretamente esta muestra?, ¿a partir de qué nació?
La verdad es que ésta es como la mitad de otra muestra que hice en Brasil. Me gané una beca para exponer en el Museo Óscar Niemeyer 24 obras. Imagínate que mi sala era de dos mil metros cuadrados…
Y el trabajo fue muy bien acogido, a pesar de que en Brasil hay mucha madera y la trabajan muy bien. A nivel de crítica, mi exposición salió muy bien evaluada e incluso se decía que no se había visto nada similar. Entonces obviamente para mí fue sumamente positivo exponer allá, porque a partir de eso el Museo Niemeyer quiso que yo expusiera acá en el Bellas Artes. Y ya en Chile, la muestra que monté expuse trabajos de usé en Curitiba y también otras que había trabajado durante los últimos cuatro años, aunque la mayoría son de los últimos dos.
¿A qué remite el nombre de tu exposición?
Wenu Mamül viene del mapudungún, "maderas del cielo". "Maderas", porque la mayoría vienen de esa zona: el canelo, los cipreses, el alerce; y "del cielo", porque es el sentido que yo le doy al arte, que está relacionado con ideas más espirituales, es mi búsqueda interior…
En muchas culturas, por ejemplo en la misma mapuche, es muy importante la figura del árbol. ¿Cuál es tu intención en el desarrollo de tu técnica? ¿Pretendes hacer un vuelco a través de esta obra concreta? ¿Existe algún guiño ecologista, por ejemplo, en tu exposición?
No, yo creo que mi única parte ecológica (que también sale al azar) es trabajar con pedazos desechados, y no cortar árboles. En las barracas botan pedazos de madera, en las mismas mueblerías… yo trabajo con todas las sobras, incluso las que yo boto, las reutilizo. Eso podría decirse que es lo más cercano la ecología que, aunque me interesa mucho, siento que no trabajo para eso. No es ese el principio que mueve mi trabajo.
Sin embargo, sí siento que el árbol es muy importante como iconografía en nuestra vida, porque es un elemento de la naturaleza muy simbólico, que está muy cargado y por eso mismo creo que integré estas concepciones en mi obra.
En el video que se muestra en tu exposición, que da a conocer tu técnica y cómo evolucionó tu creación, dices que crees que la madera es el electo más parecido a la piel humana. Me gustaría que me explicaras un poco a qué te refieres con eso.
Tiene que ver con que, cuando trabajo, la siento como viva, porque realmente lo está...la madera es viva.
Y digo que es lo más parecido a la piel humana porque tiene temperatura y textura, no es fría como el fierro. Por ejemplo, me pasa al trabajar, y observo cómo las vetas son las huellas de nuestra piel, la salvia es la sangre… y me doy cuenta de que el árbol está vivo: uno le hace cortes y sale líquido, entonces hay algo que está relacionado muy fuerte con el ser humano. La madera, es la piel humana del árbol.
Por lo mismo es más difícil como material, me imagino, porque es más impredecible en los cortes…
Cualquier oficio sin conocimiento es difícil, pero una vez que se adquiere, ya no se trata de la técnica, sino de buscar la representación.
¿Y sientes que ha habido una evolución en tu obra?
Sí, sí, sí. Siento que me he desprendido de una forma más literaria, de la cosa más anecdótica. Y mi búsqueda va por ese lado. Quiero soltarme más en la expresión.
Justamente te iba a comentar que muchas de tus obras son muy anecdóticas, antropomórfica ¿Fue esa tu intención en esta muestra?
Evocar está relacionado para mí con querer transmitir no tan literalmente, y a lo mejor no es lo que tengo logrado en un 100% pero sí es para donde voy, lo que me interesa. El arte me hace sentido cuando son evocaciones, porque no hay escritura pero sí expresiones que tienen que evocar situaciones, emociones, ideas. Entonces todas estas ideas, que no se pueden expresar en la obra materialmente, en la evocación se pueden transmitir. Si llegan al espectador, esa es parte de la creación, la capacidad de evocar.
¿Y sientes que vas por buen camino en esta búsqueda? ¿Sientes que tu mayor "pero" está en la técnica, por ejemplo?
No, creo que la técnica ya no hay que profundizarla más porque se transforma en algo muy mecánico… al contrario, creo que tengo que soltarme más. Creo que he estado muy abocada a la técnica, por una cosa perfeccionista que tengo (que no sé si es bueno, pero lo tengo), y por amor al oficio, porque es algo que amo mucho. Pero ahora estoy tratando de integrar más todo lo que es poesía en el arte.
Cambiando de tema, para la recolección de maderas, ibas al sur a buscarlas… ¿siempre has trabajado de esta manera?
Sí. Yo trabajo siempre con madera encontrada. Ya sea con pedazos de madera encontrada en el sur, en el bosque, en el lago, o de las otras maderas, las nuevas, que vienen en basa. Trabajo con maderas que no están disponibles para muebles o para casas, porque tienen nudos, porque están dobladas. Y justamente yo trabajo con las imperfecciones, me gusta trabajar con los desechos y arreglar. La construcción a través de lo que es la transformación: de lo que está botado, los pedazos en desuso… eso es lo que me motiva y me inquieta.
¿Cómo tomaste tu nominación al Altazor?
Bien, he sido tres veces nominada al Altazor y me parece que la nominación es ya un premio. De ahí a salir… igual es fantástico salir, pero igualmente me siento súper agradecida de mis pares, porque siento que me valoran harto.
¿Y sientes alguna diferencia con respecto a otros años?
No, para nada. La alegría y agradecimientos son los mismos y todo sigue igual. Porque yo no trabajo para los premios, hago lo que hago porque me apasiona.
¿Tienes otros proyectos en mente?
Estoy tratando de ordenarme un poco. He tenido harto trabajo estos últimos años y tengo en mente muchas cosas pero todavía no las he desarrollado, porque todavía tengo que hacer cambios en mi taller, tengo que hacer cambios en mi manera de trabajar, así es que estoy ordenándome mentalmente para ver cómo vuelvo a trabajar.
Y llevar las muestras a otros países…
Voy a San Francisco ahora en mayo y voy a conversar con galerías para ver algunas ofertas que hay. Voy a ver si sale algo.
Quiero que me relates un poco la sensación de verte en el Bellas Artes con esta muestra. Ha sido un proceso largo, tú tienes 35 años, y hay muchos artistas que sueñan con lo que tú has logrado en tan poco tiempo (incluyendo tu nominación este año a los Altazor)
Bueno, es cierto que soy súper joven para estar en el museo. He tenido una carrera muy rápida, he podido exponer mucho, he tenido bastante reconocimiento y eso es muy gratificante, porque te ha e avanzar, genera apoyo. Entonces ha sido muy, muy bonito.
Mi obra en el museo es un espacio que tiene una carga fuerte, porque es un lugar bien tradicional. Yo siempre pensé que iba a costarme porque, como yo había expuesto esta misma obra en el museo de Curitiba que era tan moderno, creí que no se iba a ver bien. Pero ahora me siento contenta y feliz. La obra quedó bien y la recepción fue extraordinaria… incluso tuvimos que alargar el tiempo de la muestra.
Por lo mismo de ser joven y tener una carrera tan rápida, ¿sientes que te debes a desafíos fuertes? ¿Te vas presionando cada vez a rendir más?
No, no tengo ningún compromiso externo latente. No parto de eso. Aquí hay un compromiso interno, porque yo empecé a trabajar a los 20 años con las cosas bien claras, aunque ahora esa claridad no es la misma que tenía en ese minuto y ha ido evolucionando mucho el trabajo. Hay una gran suerte de fuerza interior para trabajar en esto, una suerte de sanación a lo mejor, porque el arte es transformador.
El arte lo veo como la mejor manera de transformar sentimientos, sanar heridas, dudas… muy sanador. A lo mejor ha sido una gran necesidad que tuve desde un principio para poder entender la historia mía, la vida… es una mirada bien existencialista la que tengo, pero una mirada que siempre me emociona y motiva para seguir haciendo arte.
Above photo found at www.aenoticiasl.pr.gov.br.
Interview below found at www.plagio.cl
"Yo no trabajo para los premios, hago lo que hago porque me apasiona"
por Carolina Mosso E. 06.06.2006
Aquí hay mucho amor, era una de las frases que más se repetía en el libro de comentarios de Wenu Mamül, Maderas del Cielo, la exposición que desde el 13 de enero se instaló en el ala norte del Museo de Bellas Artes. Y aunque no fue esta la muestra la que le valió a Pilar Ovalle la nominación al Altazor de este año (fue “Travesías”, en la Galería Isabel Aninat), esta escultora de 35 años dice estar “sorprendida y feliz” por el recibimiento de la exposición que, tras un rotundo éxito en el Museo Óscar Niemeyer de Curitiba, Brasil, fue finalmente traída a nuestro país, para permanecer durante casi tres meses en el Museo de Bellas Artes.
"Pilar Ovalle transmite la gran alegría que se siente al encontrar un pedazo de árbol superviviente, ya informe y abstracto, a la obra que emerge de su hallazgo. No busca formas reconocibles; busca inspiraciones ocultas que se manifiestan al azar, con el tiempo, y reflexión. Busca fragmentos de alma, trozos de espíritu, y con sumo cuidado y respeto, los transforma en imágenes sugerentes, formas que son aleaciones de lo añejo con lo actual. Crea una visión fresca de la majestuosidad del árbol milenario." Esas fueron las palabras que usó el destacado curador chileno Edward Shaw para describir la última exposición de Pilar Ovalle, "Wenu Mamül, Maderas del Cielo".
Y es que el trabajo de esta escultora de 35 años y voz pausada, no deja indiferente. Nominada por tercera vez al Altazor en la categoría Escultura (2002, 2004 y ahora, 2006), Pilar Ovalle -dicen los críticos- en su técnica más cercana a lo constructivista y geométrico logra hacer permanecer la gestualidad y espontaneidad en sus figuras, e imprimirles una potente intención de corporalidad e incluso movimiento.
Además, la obra de esta escultora (quien ha desarrollado una sólida y consistente trayectoria artística desde su primera exposición individual en la Galería de Isabel Aninat en 1994), ha sido catalogada como un arte "ordenado, pulcro, que agrada por la formalidad del oficio", además de haber dicho de ella que se trata de una artista "valiosa y valiente" al atreverse con un gran formato, "que no es fácil en para una escultora joven". Tras haber obtenido dos veces la beca del Fondart (por "Esculturas con despunte en madera" y "Esculturas dobladas con técnicas chilotas"), el 2004 gana el primer lugar en el concurso de Esculturas de los países del MERCOSUR, lo que más tarde le permitió dar a conocer su obra en la ciudad de Curitiba, en Brasil.
En las formas y texturas de cada una de las piezas, cuenta Ovalle, se tejen historias sociales y personales: el reencuentro con la tierra, la búsqueda de lo espiritual y divino, la intuición de lo antiguo revivido en lo moderno. Y es justamente a partir de cortes y ensambles a los trozos de madera nativa que ella misma ha recolectado (roble, pino, raulí, mañío, coihue e incluso alerce), que la artista crea figuras antropomorfas y anecdóticas. En esos trozos, dice la escultora, pretende otorgarle un aspecto vital a sus obras, desarrollando un constante juego de imperfecciones con las texturas, nudos y vetas de la madera. Una técnica que, confiesa, ha ido perfeccionando tras los años, pero que aún la mantiene encuadrada en lo literal de la destreza.
Cuéntame cómo es tu relación con la madera ¿A partir de qué momento nace esta cercanía?
La madera la encontré casualmente. Tenía que hacer un trabajo en la universidad con formato de material libre, y estaba buscando un material. Yo antes trabajaba con papel, con cartón, y hacía esculturas como maqueta… bastante parecidas a mis esculturas de ahora, pero en papel. Y me encontré con la madera cuando botaron unos árboles en la Costanera y las llevé a mi taller. Me costó harto, fue súper difícil, porque me gustaba el material, pero no tenía idea de cómo empezar: cómo cortar, cómo ensamblar.
Fue como un enamoramiento con la madera, y a partir de eso me dije: "tengo que aprender a trabajarla y meterme fuerte en el oficio". Ahí empecé a ver, a estudiar todo lo relacionado con carpintería. De a poco me fui metiendo, y ya llevo 15 años trabajando con esa técnica.
Pero ¿te has hecho asesorar con gente que conoce más el material, has tomado cursos para especializar tu técnica?
No, soy autodidacta. Estudié Arte en el Instituto de Arte Contemporáneo Mulato Gil (1989) y después hice Escultura en la Católica (1993), pero hice fierro, entonces madera es algo que he trabajado e investigado sola. Me gusta mucho investigar y, en realidad en todas las cosas que he investigado me meto, estudio y trabajo harto, para poder desarrollar el mecanismo y lograr sentirme más libre en la creación.
Ya teniendo la técnica, ¿cómo se gestó concretamente esta muestra?, ¿a partir de qué nació?
La verdad es que ésta es como la mitad de otra muestra que hice en Brasil. Me gané una beca para exponer en el Museo Óscar Niemeyer 24 obras. Imagínate que mi sala era de dos mil metros cuadrados…
Y el trabajo fue muy bien acogido, a pesar de que en Brasil hay mucha madera y la trabajan muy bien. A nivel de crítica, mi exposición salió muy bien evaluada e incluso se decía que no se había visto nada similar. Entonces obviamente para mí fue sumamente positivo exponer allá, porque a partir de eso el Museo Niemeyer quiso que yo expusiera acá en el Bellas Artes. Y ya en Chile, la muestra que monté expuse trabajos de usé en Curitiba y también otras que había trabajado durante los últimos cuatro años, aunque la mayoría son de los últimos dos.
¿A qué remite el nombre de tu exposición?
Wenu Mamül viene del mapudungún, "maderas del cielo". "Maderas", porque la mayoría vienen de esa zona: el canelo, los cipreses, el alerce; y "del cielo", porque es el sentido que yo le doy al arte, que está relacionado con ideas más espirituales, es mi búsqueda interior…
En muchas culturas, por ejemplo en la misma mapuche, es muy importante la figura del árbol. ¿Cuál es tu intención en el desarrollo de tu técnica? ¿Pretendes hacer un vuelco a través de esta obra concreta? ¿Existe algún guiño ecologista, por ejemplo, en tu exposición?
No, yo creo que mi única parte ecológica (que también sale al azar) es trabajar con pedazos desechados, y no cortar árboles. En las barracas botan pedazos de madera, en las mismas mueblerías… yo trabajo con todas las sobras, incluso las que yo boto, las reutilizo. Eso podría decirse que es lo más cercano la ecología que, aunque me interesa mucho, siento que no trabajo para eso. No es ese el principio que mueve mi trabajo.
Sin embargo, sí siento que el árbol es muy importante como iconografía en nuestra vida, porque es un elemento de la naturaleza muy simbólico, que está muy cargado y por eso mismo creo que integré estas concepciones en mi obra.
En el video que se muestra en tu exposición, que da a conocer tu técnica y cómo evolucionó tu creación, dices que crees que la madera es el electo más parecido a la piel humana. Me gustaría que me explicaras un poco a qué te refieres con eso.
Tiene que ver con que, cuando trabajo, la siento como viva, porque realmente lo está...la madera es viva.
Y digo que es lo más parecido a la piel humana porque tiene temperatura y textura, no es fría como el fierro. Por ejemplo, me pasa al trabajar, y observo cómo las vetas son las huellas de nuestra piel, la salvia es la sangre… y me doy cuenta de que el árbol está vivo: uno le hace cortes y sale líquido, entonces hay algo que está relacionado muy fuerte con el ser humano. La madera, es la piel humana del árbol.
Por lo mismo es más difícil como material, me imagino, porque es más impredecible en los cortes…
Cualquier oficio sin conocimiento es difícil, pero una vez que se adquiere, ya no se trata de la técnica, sino de buscar la representación.
¿Y sientes que ha habido una evolución en tu obra?
Sí, sí, sí. Siento que me he desprendido de una forma más literaria, de la cosa más anecdótica. Y mi búsqueda va por ese lado. Quiero soltarme más en la expresión.
Justamente te iba a comentar que muchas de tus obras son muy anecdóticas, antropomórfica ¿Fue esa tu intención en esta muestra?
Evocar está relacionado para mí con querer transmitir no tan literalmente, y a lo mejor no es lo que tengo logrado en un 100% pero sí es para donde voy, lo que me interesa. El arte me hace sentido cuando son evocaciones, porque no hay escritura pero sí expresiones que tienen que evocar situaciones, emociones, ideas. Entonces todas estas ideas, que no se pueden expresar en la obra materialmente, en la evocación se pueden transmitir. Si llegan al espectador, esa es parte de la creación, la capacidad de evocar.
¿Y sientes que vas por buen camino en esta búsqueda? ¿Sientes que tu mayor "pero" está en la técnica, por ejemplo?
No, creo que la técnica ya no hay que profundizarla más porque se transforma en algo muy mecánico… al contrario, creo que tengo que soltarme más. Creo que he estado muy abocada a la técnica, por una cosa perfeccionista que tengo (que no sé si es bueno, pero lo tengo), y por amor al oficio, porque es algo que amo mucho. Pero ahora estoy tratando de integrar más todo lo que es poesía en el arte.
Cambiando de tema, para la recolección de maderas, ibas al sur a buscarlas… ¿siempre has trabajado de esta manera?
Sí. Yo trabajo siempre con madera encontrada. Ya sea con pedazos de madera encontrada en el sur, en el bosque, en el lago, o de las otras maderas, las nuevas, que vienen en basa. Trabajo con maderas que no están disponibles para muebles o para casas, porque tienen nudos, porque están dobladas. Y justamente yo trabajo con las imperfecciones, me gusta trabajar con los desechos y arreglar. La construcción a través de lo que es la transformación: de lo que está botado, los pedazos en desuso… eso es lo que me motiva y me inquieta.
¿Cómo tomaste tu nominación al Altazor?
Bien, he sido tres veces nominada al Altazor y me parece que la nominación es ya un premio. De ahí a salir… igual es fantástico salir, pero igualmente me siento súper agradecida de mis pares, porque siento que me valoran harto.
¿Y sientes alguna diferencia con respecto a otros años?
No, para nada. La alegría y agradecimientos son los mismos y todo sigue igual. Porque yo no trabajo para los premios, hago lo que hago porque me apasiona.
¿Tienes otros proyectos en mente?
Estoy tratando de ordenarme un poco. He tenido harto trabajo estos últimos años y tengo en mente muchas cosas pero todavía no las he desarrollado, porque todavía tengo que hacer cambios en mi taller, tengo que hacer cambios en mi manera de trabajar, así es que estoy ordenándome mentalmente para ver cómo vuelvo a trabajar.
Y llevar las muestras a otros países…
Voy a San Francisco ahora en mayo y voy a conversar con galerías para ver algunas ofertas que hay. Voy a ver si sale algo.
Quiero que me relates un poco la sensación de verte en el Bellas Artes con esta muestra. Ha sido un proceso largo, tú tienes 35 años, y hay muchos artistas que sueñan con lo que tú has logrado en tan poco tiempo (incluyendo tu nominación este año a los Altazor)
Bueno, es cierto que soy súper joven para estar en el museo. He tenido una carrera muy rápida, he podido exponer mucho, he tenido bastante reconocimiento y eso es muy gratificante, porque te ha e avanzar, genera apoyo. Entonces ha sido muy, muy bonito.
Mi obra en el museo es un espacio que tiene una carga fuerte, porque es un lugar bien tradicional. Yo siempre pensé que iba a costarme porque, como yo había expuesto esta misma obra en el museo de Curitiba que era tan moderno, creí que no se iba a ver bien. Pero ahora me siento contenta y feliz. La obra quedó bien y la recepción fue extraordinaria… incluso tuvimos que alargar el tiempo de la muestra.
Por lo mismo de ser joven y tener una carrera tan rápida, ¿sientes que te debes a desafíos fuertes? ¿Te vas presionando cada vez a rendir más?
No, no tengo ningún compromiso externo latente. No parto de eso. Aquí hay un compromiso interno, porque yo empecé a trabajar a los 20 años con las cosas bien claras, aunque ahora esa claridad no es la misma que tenía en ese minuto y ha ido evolucionando mucho el trabajo. Hay una gran suerte de fuerza interior para trabajar en esto, una suerte de sanación a lo mejor, porque el arte es transformador.
El arte lo veo como la mejor manera de transformar sentimientos, sanar heridas, dudas… muy sanador. A lo mejor ha sido una gran necesidad que tuve desde un principio para poder entender la historia mía, la vida… es una mirada bien existencialista la que tengo, pero una mirada que siempre me emociona y motiva para seguir haciendo arte.
Monday, March 05, 2007
"All warfare is based on deception." The Art Of War - Sun Tzu
All warfare is base on deception, if superior evade him, if angry irritate him, if equally match fight, if not split and re-evaluate
Friday, February 09, 2007
Fall 2006 visiting Jeff
Monday, January 29, 2007
Lebanon - Nayla Tueni, the struggle of a young woman with her father's legacy
Article from Time Europe Magazine
JOEL SAGET / AFP-GETTY IMAGES
Writing was on the wall for Tueni
By Cilina Nasser in Beirut
Ghassan Tueni had warned his son, Gebran, the outspoken journalist and Syria critic, not to return to Lebanon for fear of assassination. But the 48-year-old publisher and legislator insisted. And less than 24 hours after his return, he was dead. "Children never listen to their parents," said Ghassan Tueni, himself a veteran journalist who turned An-Nahar newspaper into Lebanon's leading daily. Just hours before he met his death, Tueni had told his father: "I cannot be a member of the Lebanese parliament while living in France." Tueni, arrived in Lebanon on the night of 11 December. The next morning, he left his home to go to his office at An-Nahar headquarters in central Beirut. But a parked car packed with 40kg of explosives blew up his armoured vehicle as it passed by in Mukhallis, eastern Beirut. He and three others, including his driver and bodyguard, were killed. Another 32 people were wounded.
Breaking Syrian taboos
Tueni, publisher and general manager of An-Nahar, had been spending most of the last few months in France out of fear for his life after learning in the summer that he was on the top of a hit list. His troubles may have started in March 2000 when he wrote an article entitled An Open Letter to Dr Bashar al-Assad, who was then expected to succeed his father Hafez al-Assad, who died in June 2000, as Syrian president. Tueni's convoy was hit by a 40kg bomb just hours after his returnTueni addressed the younger al-Assad "frankly" as he had put it, saying many Lebanese politicians meeting the future Syrian president had perhaps told him what he wanted to hear, not what he should hear. "You must realise that many Lebanese are uncomfortable with Syrian policies in Lebanon and with the presence of Syrian troops in our country. This does not mean that these people are traitors or collaborators with Israel, as some have said. It means only that these Lebanese have aspirations for sovereignty and independence," Tueni had written.
Criticising Syria
The letter sparked wide-scale debate in Lebanon at a time when Syrian troops and intelligence networks maintained a heavy-handed grip on the country. Editorials written by Tueni continued to be very critical of the then dominant role that Syria played in Lebanon and he repeatedly broke Syrian-imposed taboos. His criticism reached boiling point when Syria pressed for an extension to President Emile Lahoud's term in September 2004. His criticism of Syria escalated even more following the assassination of Rafiq al-Hariri on 14 February. Following the former prime minister's assassination, Tueni was active in huge anti-Syrian protests which, combined with international pressure, forced Syria to pull out its troops from the country in April. Tueni was then then elected to parliament in May.Earlier in December, he accused Syria of trying to derail the UN investigation into al-Hariri's assassination after a Syrian witness appeared in Damascus and retracted testimonies he had given to UN chief investigator Detlev Mehlis. "The time has come to overcome our fear and abandon our good-heartedness so that we would be able to face the lies of the Syrian security apparatus while we wonder: When will this despotic regime come to its senses?" he wrote.
Risk
Colleagues and friends of Tueni told Aljazeera.net they were aware that the fiery legislator would be risking his life if he returned to the country. Sarkis Naoum, a commentator at An-Nahar, said he had advised Tueni to visit Lebanon for very short trips to avoid being monitored and eventually killed. Tueni had replied: "That's what I intend to do." Analysts and anti-Syrian politicians have said his assassination is linked to his role in turning An-Nahar into the mouthpiece of the uprising dubbed the "Independence Revolution" that helped rid Lebanon of Syrian domination. Akram Shehayeb, a member of anti-Syrian Druze leader Walid Jumblatt's parliamentary bloc, said: "An-Nahar newspaper broke the wall of silence regarding Syrian actions in Lebanon and it's paying the price for that." "Each voice that calls for freedom and democracy will be accused of treason or collaborating with Israel, and therefore, his or her blood will be halal [sanctioned]."
Smear campaign
Shehayeb referred to a "smear campaign" against Tueni in Syria, saying it helped prepare for his elimination. "Wasn't Tueni's picture raised in protests in Damascus depicted with a Jewish religious skull cap?" he said. Tueni's eldest daughter, Nayla, revealed in a press conference on Friday that An-Nahar and her father had been receiving a steady stream of hate mail from a specific country. At his funeral, she pledged to uphold the work her father started: "An-Nahar will not die. Lebanon will not die. Freedom will not die. This is the pledge of loyalty to Gebran."
Why now?
Nayla Tueni
Journalist
By SCOTT MacLEOD
Posted Sunday, May 14, 2006
A year after the independence revolution forced out Syrian troops and brought in a new Lebanese government, Nayla Tueni is chairing a meeting of students discussing a unique project. The idea is to form a shadow cabinet of young people to keep tabs on the country's actual Ministers. She stays cool when the talk gets a little raucous, yet no one harbors a greater passion for the plan. It is the brainchild of her father, newspaperman and Lebanese M.P. Gebran Tueni, who was assassinated at age 48 in a bomb attack last December in what was widely seen as revenge for his fearless criticism of Syrian President Bashar Assad and his Lebanese allies. That thrust Nayla, 23, to the forefront of the unfinished struggle to end Lebanon's domination by sectarian warlords and their foreign backers. She is on the way to becoming one of the country's most influential freedom advocates, as heir of the newspaper An-Nahar, founded by her great-grandfather in 1933 and long a leading voice of reason. It's a risky task; last year assassins killed An-Nahar columnist Samir Kassir. Nayla's latest essay brimmed with her father's customary defiance. "You can kill as many as you like," she taunted her father's assassins. "By killing us, you revive us." Nayla's father's dream was to tap the young generation and create a modern, nonsectarian, united Lebanon. "They are pushing us to change," he told Time at the height of the protests. "We are not afraid," Nayla says. "When they killed Samir Kassir, we cried. My father said, 'We don't have to cry, we have to fight.' We will fight to the end."
Journalist
By SCOTT MacLEOD
Posted Sunday, May 14, 2006
A year after the independence revolution forced out Syrian troops and brought in a new Lebanese government, Nayla Tueni is chairing a meeting of students discussing a unique project. The idea is to form a shadow cabinet of young people to keep tabs on the country's actual Ministers. She stays cool when the talk gets a little raucous, yet no one harbors a greater passion for the plan. It is the brainchild of her father, newspaperman and Lebanese M.P. Gebran Tueni, who was assassinated at age 48 in a bomb attack last December in what was widely seen as revenge for his fearless criticism of Syrian President Bashar Assad and his Lebanese allies. That thrust Nayla, 23, to the forefront of the unfinished struggle to end Lebanon's domination by sectarian warlords and their foreign backers. She is on the way to becoming one of the country's most influential freedom advocates, as heir of the newspaper An-Nahar, founded by her great-grandfather in 1933 and long a leading voice of reason. It's a risky task; last year assassins killed An-Nahar columnist Samir Kassir. Nayla's latest essay brimmed with her father's customary defiance. "You can kill as many as you like," she taunted her father's assassins. "By killing us, you revive us." Nayla's father's dream was to tap the young generation and create a modern, nonsectarian, united Lebanon. "They are pushing us to change," he told Time at the height of the protests. "We are not afraid," Nayla says. "When they killed Samir Kassir, we cried. My father said, 'We don't have to cry, we have to fight.' We will fight to the end."
Writing was on the wall for Tueni
By Cilina Nasser in Beirut
Ghassan Tueni had warned his son, Gebran, the outspoken journalist and Syria critic, not to return to Lebanon for fear of assassination. But the 48-year-old publisher and legislator insisted. And less than 24 hours after his return, he was dead. "Children never listen to their parents," said Ghassan Tueni, himself a veteran journalist who turned An-Nahar newspaper into Lebanon's leading daily. Just hours before he met his death, Tueni had told his father: "I cannot be a member of the Lebanese parliament while living in France." Tueni, arrived in Lebanon on the night of 11 December. The next morning, he left his home to go to his office at An-Nahar headquarters in central Beirut. But a parked car packed with 40kg of explosives blew up his armoured vehicle as it passed by in Mukhallis, eastern Beirut. He and three others, including his driver and bodyguard, were killed. Another 32 people were wounded.
Breaking Syrian taboos
Tueni, publisher and general manager of An-Nahar, had been spending most of the last few months in France out of fear for his life after learning in the summer that he was on the top of a hit list. His troubles may have started in March 2000 when he wrote an article entitled An Open Letter to Dr Bashar al-Assad, who was then expected to succeed his father Hafez al-Assad, who died in June 2000, as Syrian president. Tueni's convoy was hit by a 40kg bomb just hours after his returnTueni addressed the younger al-Assad "frankly" as he had put it, saying many Lebanese politicians meeting the future Syrian president had perhaps told him what he wanted to hear, not what he should hear. "You must realise that many Lebanese are uncomfortable with Syrian policies in Lebanon and with the presence of Syrian troops in our country. This does not mean that these people are traitors or collaborators with Israel, as some have said. It means only that these Lebanese have aspirations for sovereignty and independence," Tueni had written.
Criticising Syria
The letter sparked wide-scale debate in Lebanon at a time when Syrian troops and intelligence networks maintained a heavy-handed grip on the country. Editorials written by Tueni continued to be very critical of the then dominant role that Syria played in Lebanon and he repeatedly broke Syrian-imposed taboos. His criticism reached boiling point when Syria pressed for an extension to President Emile Lahoud's term in September 2004. His criticism of Syria escalated even more following the assassination of Rafiq al-Hariri on 14 February. Following the former prime minister's assassination, Tueni was active in huge anti-Syrian protests which, combined with international pressure, forced Syria to pull out its troops from the country in April. Tueni was then then elected to parliament in May.Earlier in December, he accused Syria of trying to derail the UN investigation into al-Hariri's assassination after a Syrian witness appeared in Damascus and retracted testimonies he had given to UN chief investigator Detlev Mehlis. "The time has come to overcome our fear and abandon our good-heartedness so that we would be able to face the lies of the Syrian security apparatus while we wonder: When will this despotic regime come to its senses?" he wrote.
Risk
Colleagues and friends of Tueni told Aljazeera.net they were aware that the fiery legislator would be risking his life if he returned to the country. Sarkis Naoum, a commentator at An-Nahar, said he had advised Tueni to visit Lebanon for very short trips to avoid being monitored and eventually killed. Tueni had replied: "That's what I intend to do." Analysts and anti-Syrian politicians have said his assassination is linked to his role in turning An-Nahar into the mouthpiece of the uprising dubbed the "Independence Revolution" that helped rid Lebanon of Syrian domination. Akram Shehayeb, a member of anti-Syrian Druze leader Walid Jumblatt's parliamentary bloc, said: "An-Nahar newspaper broke the wall of silence regarding Syrian actions in Lebanon and it's paying the price for that." "Each voice that calls for freedom and democracy will be accused of treason or collaborating with Israel, and therefore, his or her blood will be halal [sanctioned]."
Smear campaign
Shehayeb referred to a "smear campaign" against Tueni in Syria, saying it helped prepare for his elimination. "Wasn't Tueni's picture raised in protests in Damascus depicted with a Jewish religious skull cap?" he said. Tueni's eldest daughter, Nayla, revealed in a press conference on Friday that An-Nahar and her father had been receiving a steady stream of hate mail from a specific country. At his funeral, she pledged to uphold the work her father started: "An-Nahar will not die. Lebanon will not die. Freedom will not die. This is the pledge of loyalty to Gebran."
Why now?
Sceptics have said Syria was under far too much pressure and public scrutiny to have killed the outspoken journalist. But Jumblatt believes the Syrian authorities are trying to exhaust the UN investigators and shift attention off the al-Hariri probe. Marwan Hamade, the telecommunications minister who survived an assassination attempt last year, said the reason was that unlike the late president Hafez al-Assad, his son Bashar lacked any political wisdom. Hamade, also a Druze MP and Tueni's maternal uncle, concluded: "We stopped allowing them [the Syrians] to interfere in the details of our Lebanese affairs, which is why they want to destabilise the country and plunge it into chaos."
In recent months, Lebanon has been hit by a series of bombings and assassination attempts.
Samir Kassir, a star columnist at An-Nahar, and long-time communist leader George Hawi were killed in separate blasts in June. Defence Minister Elias al-Murr was wounded in July and female talk show host on the Lebanese Broadcasting Corporation, May Chidiac, was maimed in September.
Source: Aljazeera
In recent months, Lebanon has been hit by a series of bombings and assassination attempts.
Samir Kassir, a star columnist at An-Nahar, and long-time communist leader George Hawi were killed in separate blasts in June. Defence Minister Elias al-Murr was wounded in July and female talk show host on the Lebanese Broadcasting Corporation, May Chidiac, was maimed in September.
Source: Aljazeera
Thursday, January 18, 2007
10 times the blessings
Visitando una de las ciudades en Ucrania me encontre estas ancianas afuera una de las iglesias. No me di cuenta lo que hacian asta que una seniora de bien hacer le dio unas monedas a su hijo pequeno. El muchacho todo contento empeso a dejar unas monedas en cada uno de los basos que estaba al lado de cada anciana. Me di cuenta de dos cosas. Una que las ancianas esperaban la buena voluntad de la genta para su sustento. La otra que el nino disfruto un monton repartiendo las monedas entre las ancianas. Me quede pensando en la leccion que la madre le dio al nino pero mas importante fue el gusto y alegria del nino al repartis las monedas.
Entre pensamientos me acorde un relato de tio Pepe Camacho que me conto mi ultima visita a La Paz. Algo que le preferia darle un peso a las ancianas de la iglesia pues por cada peso elas lo bendecian. O algo por el estilo. De todas formas. La memoria de su relato me puso contento y reflectivo.
Primero que un dalar vale cinco Hryvnas (la moneda de Ucrania). Un Hryvna para las ancianas era bastante dinero. Para mi menos de 25 centavos de dolar. Despues pense en lo poderoso que es el pais de USA gastando billones de dolares en una guerra futil causando toda clase de destruccion. Sin embargo una fraccion de ese monto podria tener un efecto super positivo en el mundo si usado correctamente. Entonces pense que si yo les daria cinco dolares a cada anciana, lo cual no es tanto para mi, esto talves tendria un effecto mucho mas positivo en la vida de ellas.
De todas formas. El proximo dia pase por ahi. Eran cinco las ancianas. Entonces saque los billetes de mi bolsillo y conte unos 13 Hryvnas. Igual que hiso el nino el dia previo pase por cada una de las ancianas dandoles dos o tres Hryvnas a cada una. No se que dijeron o cuantas bendiciones me dieron.
En realidad la leccion es (como me dijo Pepe hoy hablando por telefono) que aquellos que tenemos debemos dar a aquellos que no tienen. Lo interesante del caso es en el monto que damos. Cuales son nuestros valores para dar? Dar un Hryvna o dies? Porque no damos 100 Hryvnas? Despues de todo el effecto positivo de lo dado taves tenga un resultado mejor que no darlo.
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