Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Mikhail Khodorkovsky
The exhibition "Liquid Modernity" (OREL ART UK, 7 Howick Place, London) of the latest works of Andrei Molodkin (who will represent Russia in the 2009 Venice Biennale) was very illuminating. There is a long tradition of Russian art originated from a stay in a camp or a prison (Dostoievsky, Soljenitisine...). This time it's a look from the outside in more meanings than one. Inside the prison bars oil is flowing...
Cristiano Messi
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Alix de Meauny
Singing like a pro at the Legacy Hotel, East Jerusalem, last Friday.
A Brit-Frenchy Edith Piaf was born...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Silvester Stalone
Jericho Training Facility. last Sunday
The Presidential Guard (Palestinian Authority), in their macho black uniforms,
when deciding what colour to use for fumes went for pink...
Almost a Karl Lagerfeld fashion choice...
Monday, March 09, 2009
Philip Barrett
Last Friday at Zan's, inspired gig from the Ramallah Jazz Squad ( Philip Barrett, trumpet, Christoph Schult, piano, Mike Hendrickx, drums, Oystein Bru Frantzen, bass plus a sax player I can't find his name). A young Palestinian tells me the story of when, drunk and fearless, he decided to fulfill his dream of finally seeing the Sea, and up he went, no ID, nothing, on his way to Jaffa. The Gods granted him his wish (in the form of a breach of security at a check point) but he almost had to pay the feared 12 days in an Israeli prison for a West-Banker found in the wrong side of the Green Line without a proper permit. He confesses to have been overwhelmed by the experience of being close to the Sea. Someone told me that it might be as high as 90% the figure of West-Bankers that never saw the Mediterranean, although it's never more than 50 km away... For a native of Lisbon, used to the companionship of the ocean, that statistic is horrifying...
Monday, March 02, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Michael Ondaatje
Some of the writing reminds us of the bon mot from JL Borges about his hope, on contemplating his oeuvre, that he had at least written in the end a couple of rather acceptable paragraphs... The 'acceptable paragraph' one spots in this novel with intimidating frequency shows Ondaatje, like Borges, attaining near-perfection, literature-wise... Simplicity, light deepness and an almost-poetical sense of rhythm ... As a bonus the best card table scene I've ever read with an unforgettable introduction to poker "mechanics" ...
Ytzhak Shamir
Approaching Jericho, on the desert road towards the Monastery of St George, one spots the essence of what settling is all about. A defiance, an arrogance but also a sense of romantic doom like the Fort of "Beau Geste"... The winter desert light is photovoltaic white... Who would live there but for the grand gesture?...
Monday, February 02, 2009
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