Un petit signe de sympathie vers Monsieur Alexandre Jardin Tuesday, Apr 12 2011 

Monsieur Alexandre Jardin me semble parler avec une grande honnete face a lui meme et l histoire de sa famille dans son dernier livre. Cela me touche, meme si l histoire de ma famille est bien differente.

J ai l impression que cette profondeur derange, qu il recoit meme un blame pour son introspection partagee  ouvertement , et quand j entends les accusations portees contre lui, je me sent proche de sa demarche  .

Je trouve, qu il  y a des moments ou le combat entre la recherche de la vie authentique  et la superficialite  absurde d une certaine societe est evident. Chacun qui essay de croire en un autre potentiel humain, semble etre rappeller dans les rangs d une normalite, qui ne l est pas.

Bon courage, Monsieur Alexandre Jardin!

Say no to literature prizes and other public relation ranking vanitys Tuesday, Apr 12 2011 

John  Le Carré grew very much in my respect these days.

Ever thought that associating a prize with a famous name is not necessary to the favour of the winner? Who are these people who think that the  motivation of writing is participating to a starlet contest? What about the probable advantage to associate the image of the sponsor of the prize to the life long self earned fame of this author?  Do we believe that each engagement into culture and charity is born out of noble intentions?

Considering the choices of the last years, and the philosophical absurdity of pleasing the need of a cultural and social failing middle class for orientation through lists, it is very obvious that distancing oneself from it, is a sign of self respect. Something this up climbing, down looking class does not understand , lost as they are in their vacuous image polishing and unable to recognize who flatters their shallow conformity and what for.

The true winners these days are those who don’t participate to the illusion of grandeur of this failing greed empire, but know that an ethical life is also about saying no.

Views on the world might be different, but a sense for values might remain the same. Who needs dry laurel when one has a vital acuity .

Ensemble, together…changeons ce monde ! Monday, Mar 28 2011 

May I introduce you, in case you missed it, to a fabulous man who has written a very short book, a best-seller since months in France, and who in between has been published in other languages:




It is a wonderful statement about the worth of engagement as essential part of life, written by an inspiring old wise man who shares his experiences and values in a very heartful honest way.

This book makes it even more clear to me, how the roots of my actual battles are related to the engagement of my parents for a more human world.

Dear friends , I thank each of you to make a difference through the way you live your lifes, towards more beauty and justice for all!



Beyond the torments, a light breeze from the sea Thursday, Feb 24 2011 

In this moment of suspense, between the slow ending of an old regime and a new system, who has to find himself, I step back from the pseudo fresh news, and dust off a bookshelf , till I find “The Alexandria Quartet” by Lawrence Durrell and few other books of that era and group of friends.

A certain spirit in some oeuvres sounds like the prism view of a lizards eye, who s fast heart beat beyond a pretend detachment, reflects the warmth of antique walls, disturbed beds, human struggle and eternal wisdom.

Sometimes an old song brings back the awareness how relatively short therm  some too long lasting circumstances are. Stepping away from the crowd, enjoying the light on some leaves, the waves ending on the toes , echo s the dream of the fallen splendours in the deep sea. once…once…once…long ago.

The blood of culture is revolt! Monday, Feb 7 2011 

Even if culture has been kidnapped as faire valoir by a boring and bored bourgoisie, it was each time the sparkle of a new thinking, a new feeling a revolt against the mainstream mind.

I hear the wind of revolt in Mahler, Beethoven,  Schubert. I read it in the antic Greek philosophy, in medieval poetry. I see it in the impressionist, in the first hand spit on a wall, in each expression of human creativity who was a risk at his time and not a flattery of the wealthy.

Use culture shamelessly for your inner strength, listen to his hidden neglected power. Don’t stop at the surface concept using it for class division.

Lets us re-appropriate this wild deep spirit in it back! It is our all hard gain heritage who might help us to survive the driven short thought determinist.

They don’t fear anything more than creative sparkles of intelligence trespassing there own mind limitations. And nothing protects one more than the wisdom to know to be in a long lineage of courageous human.

Culture is a superbly dangerous revolutionary tool!

Milton s eros Saturday, Sep 25 2010 

Finally we got a gift today, coming to us  through the  dust of history.

Milton s erotic poetry got rediscovered.

Too bad, some of Blake s stronger oeuvre got burned.

Ah, all the pearls dissolved by the vinegar of petty minds deciding for us about the worth of art over the century. All these unrevealed jewels of the spirit we only can experience as energetic echo’s in the dark. Clouded stars  we might meet in the distant fog of the collective unconscious as inspiring dreams and fantasies. Nothing disappears truly forever. The patterns remain.