sot ska ndodhur asgje

...dmth pervec faktit qe EUR eshte cmendur!

PS.Chanel-i vazhdon te jete para meje.

(sigurisht, pa titull)

Vazhdoj te kem perballe spektrit te shikimit tim nje cante Chanel, imitim, ndoshta, crendesi ka. Vazhdon qendron aty si per ironi te realitetit qe e rrethon, dhe te faktit qe vazhdoj te jem ne dileme nese Channel shkruhet me dy ‘N’ ose jo. Gjithsesi, me dy ‘N’ do te ishte me seksi (e shprehur ne nje gjuhe televizive qe mendon se fjala ‘seksi’ eshte epitet shume interesant). Jashte vazhdojne te njejtat idiotsira (me perjashtim te bienales ), ndonjehere dhe brenda ka shume. Brenda ka hierarki, ku shefi eshte shef dhe specialisti eshte thjeshte.....’zar’, do thoshte nje kolegu im.

Jashte Aldo ben emisionin e tij te mengjesit, ku ideja kryesore eshte ‘si te tallem une me njerezit’....dhe vazhdon te pyesi studentet e vitit te pare ‘cfare eshte GDP-ja?”. Sigurisht qe telefonuesja nuk e dinte cfare ishte, por une nuk e kuptova cila ishte ideja e pyetjes. Valle Aldo donte te tregonte se gjeneratat e reja nuk ‘mbushin’?! Joooo, nuk besoj. Sepse pyetja tjeter ishte ‘ti zemer shkon ne shkolle, apo nga liqeni?’ ....

'jam e fejuar'

kohet e fundit degjoj 'cudira' te vazhdueshme ne televizor per shkak te fushates elektorale. sot ne mengjes po nderroja kanalet e televizorit ne perpjekje per te gjetur nje muzike qe do te me zgjonte nga gjumi. ndalova te klani (mos me pyesni cfare kenge ishte, momentalisht nuk e mbaj mend, po me siguri po kendonte gjebrea se tani vetem kenget e tij japin ne klan, urrrrrrrrra:(). mbaron kenga dhe aldo kerkon telefonaten e rradhes (never been a fan of this morning show). me shume 'xhentilese' aldo pyet telefonuesen se me cfare merret. goca (19 vjecare) pergjigjet: 'jam e fejuar'. buzeqesha, me dicka te trishtuar.

PS. mos valle duke pare nga fushata elektorale, kemi drejtuar syte nga ana e gabuar?!
ndoshta duhet te fillojme te shohim brenda shoqerise sone shqiptare dhe jo te numerojme sa buzeqeshje ne minute leshon ministri basha per kamerat ne cdo emision televiziv.

"Paper Thin Hotel"

The walls of this hotel are paper-thin
Last night I heard you making love to him
The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb
The grunt of unity when he came in
I stood there with my ear against the wall
I was not seized by jealousy at all
In fact a burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control
A heavy burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control

I listened to your kisses at the door
I never heard the world so clear before
You ran your bath and you began to sing
I felt so good I couldn't feel a thing

I stood there with my ear against the wall ...

And I can't wait to tell you to your face
And I can't wait for you to take my place
You are The Naked Angel In My Heart
You are The Woman With Her Legs Apart
It's written on the walls of this hotel
You go to heaven once you've been to hell

A heavy burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control
L.Cohen

Mbi artin kosovar!

(pjese e nje artikulli nga New Kosova Report)

The next time we are drinking together, I’m going to tell you what I expected to find when I moved to Kosovo. I expected punk.

I thought there would be young people angry about their situations, their thwarted ambitions. I thought they would want music that screamed and ranted and rocked. I thought that they would be playing songs about their lives.

And I thought that the music would be acoustic. Why plug into amps and speakers when the power might go out any second? Why not instead draw on the rich acoustic tradition of the Balkans and create a new music for a new generation – a generation which makes up half the population of Kosovo? Why try to make something that sounds Euro or American instead?

But instead the bands played songs about lives in the west: about western ghettos, western girls and so on. They played Lionel Ritchie. They played Deep Purple, and a hundred other songs that had nothing to do with their lives. They played the same songs that played over every stereo in Kosovo. They played these songs because they preferred to ignore the power cuts, the unemployment, the ambitions and situations—they played these songs because they wanted to entertain, and their audiences wanted to be entertained. They didn’t want to get hurt by any art. Great art is surprising. It can shock you emotionally and hurt your feelings. Often this is what keeps great artists poor. Perhaps Kosovars don’t really feel like they need that right now. Maybe they just prefer being entertained.

I know—you probably disagree with me. Maybe you’re going to tell me about a lot of art I don’t know about. That’s OK. Go ahead and post their links below. Or better yet, instead of writing me another angry email, write me a song instead. Write me a song about how foreigners misinterpret Kosovo society. Write me a song about your homeland, about how you really feel about it—the good things AND the bad. Write me a song about corruption, about your family, about your girlfriend, or the boyfriend that your family won’t let you date anymore. Write me a song about the way internationals have screwed up Kosovo, or about how you can’t find a job. Write me a song about how hard your parents work, or about how lazy your professor is.

Write me a song about sui generis, 1244 or six points, about beggars, power cuts and burek.

Maybe it won’t be a good song. Maybe it won’t be entertaining. But it very well might be art.

http://www.newkosovareport.com/200812161496/Blackbird/The-same-old-song.html

Kujdes me fjalen! (Z.Pango)

Dje ne mbremje ministri shqiptar i Kultures fyente vazhdimisht nje nga artistet tane, Z.Cashku. Z.Pango, (me nje background ne psikologji) harroi qe me mimiken e tij dhe me intonacionin qe po perdorte kundrejt bashke-debatuesit po humbiste edhe ate respekt minimal qe mund te kishte ngelur tek nje pakice shqiptaresh kundrejt figures se tij si politikan. Une, si qytetare e thjeshte, po mendoja qe po shihja ne oren 11 te nates, nje debat ku ministri i kultures fyente ne menyre te panderprere nje artist qe respektohet nga te gjithe shqiptaret. Per cfare po flisnin? Nuk ka rendesi ne fakt. Rendesi ka qe ministri nderpriste fjalen dhe fyente. Z.Cashku buzeqeshte lehte sepse normalisht ministri i kultures sapo kishte rene ne gracken e artistit, i cili pas atij debati ne TV, sigurisht fitoi edhe mbeshtjetje te tjera ne popull.

Ne fakt me beri edhe dicka tjeter shume pershtypje. Z.Pango shpjegoi se nuk ekzistoka nje ligj ne legjislacionin shqiptar qe te mbeshtese zgjidhjen e Z.Cashku per lulishten e Marubit. Ai shpjegoi qe Akademia Marubi paska shkelur ligjet me te dyja kembet. Po flasim per Shqiperine Z.Pango? Dmth, vendin ku ligji nuk respektohet apo zbatohet as nga politikanet dhe qeveritaret. Z.Pango kerkon edhe ti citohet ndonje rast i ngjashem qe mund te kete ndodhur ne vendet perendimore, ne menyre qe te ndiqet si shembull. Dmth qeverise sone i nevojitet nje shembull i njejten ne vendet perendimore, sepse ajo (vete) nuk e kupton qe duhet gjetur nje zgjidhje e ndermjetme per nje kauze te drejte.

Javes qe shkoi, kur sapo kishin filluar te shkaterroheshin ambientet e jashtme te Marubit, Z.Minister i Kultures shkroi ne gazeten Panorama nje artikull te mbushur plote e perplot me ofendime ndaj Z.Klosi dhe vetem ne hapesiren PS shpjegoi per 'te qartesuar publikun' konfliktin me Akademine e Marubit. Dmth,iu desh Z.Minister i Kultures, nje hapesire e gjate per te ofenduar duke marre me rradhe te gjithe biografine e Z.Klosi, por vetem nje hapesire PS per te shpjeguar pse nje artist shqiptar pothuajse qante ne televizor ndersa police shkaterronin ambientet e nje universiteti?! Wow.

Ceshtja 'Marubi' eshte mbuluar me arsyetime, shpjegime, zgjidhje hipotetike....por ajo per te cilen mua me vjen mire, eshte pas shume vitesh studente shqiptare mbrojne universitetin e tyre (Z.Pango do thoshte 'biznesin e prof').

Outside-in (A Tale of Three Cities)

by photographer Pablo Bartolomew
http://www.pablobartholomew.com/galleries/outside-in/