Yesterday evening in a friendly exchange about snow, one of my lovely friends on Facebook asking me to quiz is the author of the poetry collection " It snows in the nude it" ... I ' I was quite unable to identify ...! Another friend was equally charming "Google culture" and found the reference to the author. Again, I say, I'm uneducated, while at the same time we Claude wrote: "I'm not your culture! "Culture, you talk! ...
Although Sure, I said aloud: "So many things I do not know and did not need to know .... "But sometimes annoyed to see the list of films critical of the names of directors completely unknown, or on TV trays scroll nameless faces, or when I walk in here and clawing there space library L ... , displays whole books and authors who tell me nothing, then as a kid, I am overwhelmed by everything that I do not know and might like to know ...
Small Pantagruel struck the edge of vertigo fount of knowledge open to his feet ...
To respond, then I wonder: "Culture, culture, what culture? "
" Defining Culture "or" Can we talk about the culture or of cultures? "Can we say with Mr. Machinchose (even a stranger! That each individual has its own culture?" As good subjects for the baccalaureate in philosophy ...
For my part, I already wrote one day contributions to this thorny question, my culture was a kind of cottage garden , another time it was constituted as the fragile network of cobweb of son thrown to the wind that cling to their support and attach them to the delicate tracery ....
Today, I think these forest roads which Michael talked to me one day according to Heidegger, such " Holzweg " cleared the forest to exploit their timber and then abandon. To me these forest trails are not really "roads that lead nowhere" because along the way, you experience the bifurcations of new roads that make you want to follow them ... You will follow some time, but others, suddenly , offer a window to tempt you, and here you branch off to another path open by chance, or another timber, which you seem A good way because The Good Road no, you know ....
And I suspect today that the meetings guide the most discoveries artistic / aesthetic of my life, and that way in a path, I walked along, I bifurcates, I think, and sometimes go back on my feet and sometimes continues until a new tour. .
Since C ... Snow and guided my interest Nazim Hikmet, I searched on my shelf and found a poetry anthology ... is my big sister that I had offered, and I read at random titles of the pages, I read and I repeat certain passages. ... Since I mentioned Cl Jules Renard about poppies I remember the pleasure of a text about chickens, I think, looking in my copy found, somewhat dog-eared due to excessive layering. I seek, search, and encounter along the way that other texts me away from my primary goal ...
Chance of programming the festival Trentels, the choice of MA, has given us to know Contet Pascal, whose records we thought previously "difficult" His presence and that the existence gives the music where the performer or improvises, sparked a new interest in what he proposes, led us to B. Cavanna, paths "chaotic" when open glades of light, among others, one which played Bruno Maurice and Schubert. And a return to the delicious tastes of all time, Schubert ... Like a day R. Galliano us back to Bach and Pascal Contet and Motion Trio to Chopin. Jean-Marc Luisada of Chopin Granados ...
I speak once again wandering the roads of the accordion that lead us to Piazzola to Cobra Verde of Chango Spaziuk to Tuur Florizone and popular roots an instrument that never sing nor quite the same nor quite another ...
I tell how the name of R. Galliano made us buy Europeana "Jazzphony n 1 'by Michael Gibbs Richard ... should play a few seconds before being relayed by Joachim Khun , but this disc, arrangements can be free and jazzy themes popular in Europe is a happy discovery ... It must be said that the author is stating a music search "for People with open ears and open minds," we is very proud to be the number ....
A kind of European Odyssey Mediterranean journey after Renaud Garcia Fon s A Girl and Paolo Fresu ...
Sometimes
like the little magic flute player of Hamelin is the sound of trumpets, cellos or draw us to music in music, Markus Stockhausen trumpet , our beloved music or the Devil! Paolo Fresu. The cello of Jean Charles Capon train of Blues sur Seine in Blue Rondo A La Turk , who remembers Claude Nougaro. It crosses Chick Corea, once very influential. Incidentally I found Laura and Astor, rare, and I love so much.
And now Charlotte, because it sings, focuses on the motion, asks to go to the Capitol to listen to opera, Rossini and will take me ... Beaumarchais
C ' Scrub is a true path that my culture ... a path similar to those of my country's forests, sandy among the pines, not dark or really wet, paved between gorse and heather, holm oak and cork trees, with patches of light and games of shadow and sun, a lazy way that does not lead to Rome and is unlikely to go around the world, but overall a nice little road ... sometimes shared
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