Le peul

C'est un langage francophone parlé en Afrique de l’Ouest {à partir du Sénégal au Cameroun et au Soudan}.

Malgré son status francophonique. cette langue n’a rien à faire avec le français. C’est assez de noter qu’ on appelle un chien, un rawaandu.

Le théâtre contemporain français

Le théâtre est un art qui a pour but la représentation d’une suite d’événements devant un public où des êtres humains agissent et parlent. Les premières formes de théâtre avaient lieu en Grèce. Puis, d’autre artistes autour du monde étaient inspirés de ces innovateurs et voilà donc le théâtre partout. Dans chaque pays, cet art est enrichi par des caractéristiques indigènes et on peut ainsi parler de théâtre anglais, allemand, français et tout le reste.

En ce qui concerne le théâtre français, ce sont des auteurs comme Molière et Corneille qui brillent. Cependant, beaucoup d’autres génies ont donné leur participation au fil des siècles pour réaliser ce qu’on appelle aujourd’hui le théâtre moderne. C’est justement dans la période de l’après-guerre que le théâtre est rendu autonome pour la première fois avec la fondation du Centre dramatique de l’Est. L’écriture prédominante est celle de la mort et de la peur où l’Histoire se pose des questions de liberté et où la politique s’arrête devant des problèmes de conscience et de morale. Ici, des auteurs comme Jean-Paul Sartres, Albert Camus et Henry de Montherlant triomphent avec leurs pieces Huis Clos, Caligula, et Port-Royal.

Puis dans les années cinquante, on connaît une révolution dramaturgique dans la langue théâtrale. Les auteurs de l’époque; Beckett, Adamov, Ioneco parmi eux, étaient sévèrement critiqués par Le Figaro commes des idiots et monotones. Cela ne vaut plus aujourd’hui où ce théâtre est tellement connu, joué, étudié et célébré. Au contraire, les années soixante porte avec elles une crise d’identité pour les écrivains. Le public préfère assister aux pièces classiques qu’aux celles des nouveux metteurs en scène dont il ne sait rien. On donne plus d’imporantce au spectacle qu’à la pièce. Donc beaucoup d’auteurs, comme Jean Vauthier, Jean Andureau, et René Kalisky, ont continué leur travail loin des salles des théâtres.

Heureusement, dans les années soixante-dix et quatre-vingt on retourne dans un âge où le metteur en scène regagne son caractère. Il devient roi, parfois même un tyran qui commande à tous; acteurs, auteurs et décorateurs. On voit ici l’introduction des médias dans le secteur théâtral et des metteurs en scène comme Adrien, Brook et Chéreau deviennent des vedettes.

Plus récemment, dans les années quatre-vingt dix et le nouveau millénaire, l’auteur est à la fête. Cela est souligné par exemple par la croissance remarquable de la plus jeune des maisons d’édition, Les Solitaires Intempestifs, consacrée aux textes de théâtre d’auteurs contemporains. De plus, des festivals (le Mousson d’été de Michel Dydim) et des revues (Alternatives théâtrales) dediés à la scène, connaissent un grand succès. On peut noter aussi des nouveaux formes de théâtre comme le théâtre de rue, le nouveau cirque, le dadaïsme et le surréalisme, avec des artistes comme Jean-Luc Courcoult et Bartabas le maestro du cirque Zingaro.

Pendant les années, le théâtre a toujours resté un lieu vivant et communautaire malgré des changements exigés par la réalité du moment. Le théâtre contemporain parle du monde et comme il va et tent de faire un pont avec ses origines. La question du rapport de la vie de l’individu à l’histoire des hommes reste au centre de cette écriture théâtrale comme elle l’a toujours été.

Soon on the roads

I would like to inform the general public that as from next Tuesday I will be on the roads. I therefore, will not assume any responsiblity for potential damages as everyone is now advised to get off the roads as much as possible for the rest of one's life!

Current Reading List

Le Tartuffe by Moliere













Les Chouans by Honore de Balzac














Le Meunier d'Angibault by Georges Sand



















Phedre by Jean Racine

New Oxford Dictionary

University: a system/place where the staff knows absolutely nothing about the system/place

Maltese bookshops: an outlet where there's a 99% chance that you don't find the book you are looking for and where if you decide to order that book you must spend the rest of your lifetime waiting for it

Dear Nannu

I hope you get well soon although I know it would take a very long time. Let patience be with those who will be taking care of you if fate is kind enough to let you survive your misadventure and also with those currently curing you at the hospital. You are a much loved person not only by your family but also others who have met you at some point in their life. Thanks for everything you've been and done for us and I can assure you that you'll never be erased from our hearts and minds.

My hope is still strong nann,
Love you
xxxxxxx

Visit to Comino

One evening, we decided that we were not doing enough activities and excursions. Therefore, we decided that a trekking session in Comino would be a start. There we went last weekend, 5 of us, with backpacks, walking shoes and other camping gear. After we disembarked the boat we headed towards St. Mary's bay (we are not the type that stand a lot of people around like the hassle there is at the Blue Lagoon). After about 30 minutes walking in the heat we were tired to death (and then we say we want to ascend the Kilimanjaro...we need much more intensive training my dears!) Thank god we had arrived at the desired bay and could refresh ourselves in a quite chilly water.

There we encountered quite a peculiar old couple. They had quite a big boat which was anchored a few meters from the shore. Then they mounted another boat, a small one this time, and rowed towards the shore. The woman got her feet in the water, walked a bit around, mounted the boat again and rowed back to the big boat. What the hell man? 2 boats just to dip your feet in the water for 5 minutes. That boat is a waste in hands like these. It should have a better owner...let's say me :)

Anyways, after a "light" snack we thought it better to find a quiet shady place. Well, Comino isn't known for shelters like these is it? The only location that we had to content ourselves with was the church with its walls protecting us from sunlight. A mass was taking place but we didnt bother that much and sat there. We were behaving well at first (to respect the church going people) but as time went by and bottles of beer were getting emptied there was no such thing as respect on anybody's mind. Soon enough our normal attitude was taking over and farts and swearing was what one could have heard (and smell!) We spent the whole day there, playing cards, eating, drinking, gossiping... Until 6 o'clock when another mass started and another took place immediately after :( I assisted to 3 masses in 1 day...enough to last a life time. But actually, I confirmed my beliefs. I dont know why some people go to church. There was this particular woman who was looking at us as if we had killed her mother when she saw us on the doorstep drinking beer. Then as soon as she got inside she kept staring at what was happening outside. Jeezz...do you call people like this devoted christians? I dont!

The plans were to sleep there also but then the wind got stonger and we decided to pull our tents. It also saved us from waking up at 6am when the church bells start calling the so-called-devoted for the early mass. All in all we had a good time although trekking and swimming were not a priority contrary to what was supposed. But perhaps...was it a first sign of inclination towards church and its community?

I doubt it.

Lost in St. Luke's

Yesterday I had to pay a visit to a relative who very unfortunately found himself on a bed at St. Luke's hospital. And when I said "I had", I really had. Hospitals are anything but my place. As soon as I make the first step inside I start imagining myself entering into a strange world. My mood changes all of a sudden...I cannot help feeling sad and sorry for those poor patients on their beds. For me it seems as if they are all in a long queue waiting for their death. And then you see doctors, nurses and other staff passing by smiling and chatting as if nothing is going on...I admire them actually because I'm not at all capable of acting "normal" inside that building. Perhaps some here know much better than me how to deal with it ;)

In fact, when we got near my cousin's bed, I didnt even pronounce one single word. I kept staring at him, making things even worse. I had 10 thousand words what to say to him but I just couldnt. Obviously, I hadnt the courage to ask him what resulted from the tests and what's to proceed neither. But thank god there was mum with me (who is much a better speaker than I am) and a television (at least I could pretend that I'm watching tv). But visiting F was only a small part of the visit to my dear Luke, because the majority of the time was spent treasure-hunting.

Well that's what I think those who saw us thought! There's not a room in St. Luke's which I didnt pay a visit to yesterday. We knew that F was a patient in a particular hall so we didnt ask at the reception. We checked the sings at the entrance and headed as directed. But to our great disbelief the hall had another name. We asked the staff several times and were sent to different places none of which mathced our target. We also asked some passers by but to no avail. We also met some others who were looking for the same room but who did not succeed either. We returned to the reception for better results (we hoped) but still the information was not correct. But at least the nurse at the desk of this section knew that recently some halls changed their location and we were finally sent to our destination.

Phew! That was one horrible hour knowing how I am with hospitals :S But anyways, that's history now. All I hope for now is for my dear coz to feel better because he didnt look that good to me yesterday :(

In loss of proctection

ι\'м ¢яуιиg ιиѕι∂є αи∂ иσ σиє киσωѕ ιт вυт мє

Regno delle anime

I used to love cartoons as a kid...well everybody does I think. Lately, my friend sent me this link http://regnodelleanime.gamesurf.it/l.htm and I found myself lost in this world of fantasy once again. Memories from the past keep coming back with each cartoon character and phrases like "those were the days" couldn't but be expressed. But anyways, thanks to sites like this one, such thought-free moments can be re-enjoyed. This time with a bigger smile on your face as you get to remember you as a little child on your grandma's sofa being forcefully fed by your aunt as you are alienated watching your favourite cartoon hehe

Damned by Septembers

Today I came to the conclusion that September should be banned from my calendar. Listen to this:

September 2004: chickenpox
September 2005: high temperature & big infection in throats
Eve of September 2006: big pain in the neck

Dear pain-in-the-ass- of- September, leave me fuckin alone!!!!!!

Back from Gozo

As the tradition goes, on the last week of August me and my friends parted for a weekend in a Gozitan farmhouse. We hired the same farmh0use in which we went last year and to no surprise it still many essentials missing. Then why did we hire it again? Because it has a massive pool which is the main attraction for us. However we will be changing the place next year becasue we couldnt take the recklessness of the owners any longer. We did revenge however. Our actions consisted mainly of smashing an egg on the TV (NB: showing only one channel), throwing rubbish after the TV set and scrathcing the floor by means of a wooden bench. Dont call us vandals...just defenders of our rights.

Leaving the above aside, the rest was simply unforgettable! Whole days were spent in the pool; swimming and playing strange games which only my more imaginative friends can ever come up with. The cherry on the cake was the last night and the morning after. M suggested to prepare a syncronized-swimming coreography for the night. We took this extremely seriously and were busily painting our faces with very pleasant make-up ( tridx tmur kemm kien pleasant!) Mine consisted of black eye-shadow which went up almost to my brain, 2 flaming red cheeks - redder than those of a clown, dark lipstick which disformed the shape of my lips, and a fake beauty spot down my chin (anyone interested in me?) :P After all was set, we headed for the pool area where Y agreed to film our much precious show. Well, the show was marvelous...I'm still surprised that I'm alive after swallowing a gallon of chlorine because I just couldnt stop laughing. The morning after was celebrated by putting all types of chairs, glasses and snack packets into the pool as we swore to destroy the house to pieces.

I promised you that adult acts were going to take place...and they did! Apart from those private acts which remained private, some private acts, in reality turned out to be public. I cant count the times I found myself undressed out of my bikini or trying to put someonelse out of their swimsuits. These activities were girls only although things got worse as time passed by. But I must admit...this was not the first time I swimmed naked and I confirmed the I love that sensation!

What a bunch of friends!!

Last weekend my other half and me together with another couple decided to go to Gozo to assist the drowning of the 2 boats in Ix-Xatt l-Ahmar. Althought the boats wouldnt sink no matter what was applied to them, in the end it was all worth it. It was spectacular after all and we really got some colour after 6/7 hours in direct sunlight!

The most interesting part however includes the activities of the night. From the very first night it showed that the other couple (which are 2 of our best friends) were very wildly having sex. The sound from their bed suggested that the poor thing was going to break down at any moment. I didnt mind it at all, in fact I couldnt stop laughing at the thought of it. The next morning I immediately remarked this fact to the couple in question and the girl seemed to point her finger at our upstairs neighbours at all costs. But believe me the sound was so near that if it was our neighborus making those sounds, they must have somehow having sex right outside our door!

These remarks and other such comments lasted for the whole weekend. Back to Malta we met our naturally spontaneous friend who put the cherry on the cake with her tales of how she and her bf were going to be caught having sex and their bizarre places where to have sex. These ranged from bed side tables to industrial estates! Of course, the advantages and disadvantages of each & every position and place had to be mentioned. Then all the couples joined in, each relating their shameful experiences and how they managed to get out of them.

The discussion went into such detail that at one point we found ourselves analyzing if we moan during sex and in which circumstances. Our already mentioned friend then passed on to discuss up to which stage one's dick has to be in your mouth before you feel like vomitting. This same person then suggested that we must take part in a competion while in Gozo again for our next weekend in Gozo in 2 weeks time. Cameras are going to be installed in each room and the couple with the best blow job wins a holiday abroad (well I'm training hard for this one lol!).

Oh god, never in my life did I went into such discussions with friends.
NB: the place where we were discussing this was very public. We were in a restaurant by the sea where most of the people come from the same villages that we come from. We are usually very loud speakers and as a results most of the tables around us were empty after a few minutes!
Veru hamallagni at its best!! (But I must admit that it was fun lol)

Israel - Lebanon

The supposed more civilized country is the author of the following massacres:



A kid trying to comfort his mother, who was injured in an Israeli missile strike on their vehicle, killing three and injuring 16.




























A huge plume of smoke billows over the town of Khiam, in southern Lebanon, after it was targeted by Israeli air raids.



















Wrecked apartment buildings are seen from the bombed bedroom of a flat in the southern suburbs of Beirut

















Three brothers were among the injured in an Israeli missile attack on the southern village of Srifa in Lebanon.







A collapsed apartment building in the southern suburbs of Beirut following Israeli air strikes.




These are a few mild photographs of what is going on i.e. civilians getting robbed up of their serenity if not of their lives which they have a right to.

Are these the people that we should bomb?
Are we so sure they mean us harm?
Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime?
Is this a mountain that we really want to climb?

I think we should revise the meaning of the word "civilized" because it has lost its sense.

America & all those helping the Israelit Government: please hear us when we call:

You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle
You got Atticus Finch
You got Jane Russell
You got freedom of speech
You got great beaches, wildernesses and malls
Don't let the might, the Christian right, fuck it all up
For you and the rest of the world

Wales - the land of breathtaking scenery

Please have a look at some photographs here:

http://buxi1988.spaces.msn.com/photos/?_c02_owner=1

Roger Waters in concert

Oh what a show! What a show! Although I hesitated whether to buy a ticket or not because of the price, I can now declare that it was worth every penny. Roger played some really exceptional songs, both of Pink Floyd and of his own. I wasn't really familiar with his songs outside of Pink Floyd but I must admit that he really is a genius. The lyrics are intriguing making you reflect on our life (and how we/them are ruining it). One particular line struck me so hard that I cannot help not to mention it:

Oh George! Oh George!

That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small

(from the song Leaving Beirut)



A really good one Roger! The crowd could sense that because the atmosphere was marvellous...everybody singing

at the top of their voices, clapping and encouraging the band. And what about that come-back? The audience

shouted eagerly "we want more" and there were you with plenty of energy as never before. Those fireworks and

 fiaccoli left us speechless indeed.



At one point the thing was turning political when cameras from NET TV projected on the big screens a shot

of Mr. Gonzi. But our answer was simple and clear because as soon as Roger asked us "Should I trust the

government?" , we heartedly answered "Nooooooooooooooooo!"



All in all, well done guys. It really rocked!!

World Cup Fever

For those who mumble that Italians are lucky and that's why they win: I hope that you enjoyed yesterday's game as much as I did. That's what I call lovely football!!Italy has made to the final because the players showed that they deserve it more than anybodyelse.

So put your hands up in the air and sing:

notti magiche
inseguendo un goal
sotto il cielo
di un'estate italiana

e negli occhi tuoi
vogila di vincere
un'estate
un'avventura in piu`

Bye Bye Wales

Goodbye Wales!! I'm back to Malta, unfortunately. The holiday in Wales was superb. Picturesque scenery, friendly locals, good company...can I ask for more? Not really! The only accident to momentarily marr this beautiful experience was when at arriving at the doorstep of the farm I had booked days before, the owner told me she couldn't make it. I really got angry and fought (verbally of course) with this hell of a woman like I was fighting for my life. So much so, that my friends kept pulling my legs about the situation for hours. To cut a long story short, we managed to find a much nicer accommodation at a more reasonable price....everything happens for a reason they say.

There were also moments of great tension at times, result of being a large group. Some prefer this over that and so on, and sometimes these preferences tend to clash. All in all, I declare each penny spent for this holiday as totally worth it. A detailed program of the holiday together with some pictures will be posted later.

When today is not your day

Saturday

13.00pm: PC cannot be switched on. Windows failure or something. Have to buy either a new RAM or a motherboard :-s

15.00pm: cannot watch TV because it seems that satellite codes are being changed every split of a second

21.00pm: the so-longed-for Mongolian meal cannot take place because restaurant is fully booked

21.45pm: at the D'Amici Restaurant. I ordered veal in honey & mustard sauce. Fine, the menu looked good. Food is ready. First bite...the mustard sauce must have gotten lost at some point on the way because there was not the least hint of it on my plate. Cost: LM 5.25. Content: 2 pieces of veal the size of a chickpea, with no vegetables or potatoes. Ideal for: a 3 year old.

A side note on this restaurant: later we got to know that it specializes in Russian cuisine. Now, do you call a restaurant which has a pasta-pizza-grill menu & where you are greeted in French, Russian? Oh god, I think this sense of universalism & global - village thingy is becoming too much powerful, don't you think?

Tear - washed face

I love them. They love me. They are my parents. However, this love is strange. It clashes over and over again. It seems as if it is incompatible. These are the people who gave you life, who help you grow...the first people you get to know in this shit-loaded life...how can it be that such a strong wall of separation grows between "you" and "them" ?

I admit that sometimes it is all my fault. I give them trouble, even to the extent that they end up arguing between them. I'm not perfect and I know it. But who is? I do not excuse myself though, I feel hatred for myself when I realize I had hurt them. After the death of my sis, they focused all their attention on their only other child...me, and I don't blame them. It is for this reason that in such instances I try to do my best to alter this sad situation.

But it is after this attempt fails that I feel the most depressed. It is when I know I did nothing wrong and they turn against me nonetheless that I wish the earth to jerk apart and that I get buried somewhere deep down, so deep that I can never see the surface again. When things happen from a force outside of you there is nothing you can really do about it, and that is even more killing.

My roots are broken and I'm lost....and sad