'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/

“One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor”

Sot pashe 'Life is worth losing' me George Carlin...ne fakt nuk dija nese duhet te qeshja apo te ndihesha keq me gjithcka ai po thoshte. Can smth be funny and sad, at the same time?

Disa thenie nga ai:

“By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth”
“Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?”
“Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity”
“Always do whatever's next”
“When you're born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you're born in America, you get a front row seat.”
“The reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept”
“There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past.”
“I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older; then it dawned on me . . they're cramming for their final exam.”
“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.”
“The next time they give you all that civic bullshit about voting, keep in mind that Hitler was elected in a full, free democratic election”
“You know an odd feeling? Sitting on the toilet eating a chocolate candy bar”

1 kile djath

...besoj te gjitheve ju ka ndodhur te shkoni te minimarketi i lagjes (mundesisht ai qe keni perballe pallatit) naten per te blere dicka 'shpejt e shpejt'. qe thoni ju dola dje per te blere djath....'shpejt e shpejt'.... zonjusha shitese te supermarketi i lagjes sime sapo kishte dale nga dushi dhe vazhdonte te mbante mbi koke peshqirin qe duhej te thante floket e lagur. qendrova nje moment sepse me te vertete qe me habiti peshqiri apo menyra si ishte lidhur....ne fakt nuk e di nga cfare u habita me shume ne ato momente. doja ti thoja 'a mund te te bej nje foto?', por ne vend te kesaj pyeta 'keni djath?'. zonjusha shitese me vezhgon me kujdes, duket qe nuk me ka pare verdalle neper lagje apo sidomos (cka eshte me e rendesishme) nuk me ka klienten e saj te zakonshme ne supermaketin e prinderve te saj, te ndertuar ne oborr te shtepise . 'kemi djath 3 mije lekesh edhe 7 mije lekesh'. mua me del nga shpirti nje 'wow' dhe pyes 'me fal por nuk keni djath qe kushton diku 4-5 mije leke?'. ajo mendoi se po tallesha dhe shtoi 'goce, djathi 3 mije lekesh eshte krejt niseshte. 7 mije lekeshi eshte shume i mire, djath dele'. problemi eshte qe une nuk e ha djathin e deles, por edhe nuk me dukej llogjike te kishte kaq shume diference ne cmim. marr gjysem kile niseshte (djath 3 mije lekesh) dhe zhgenjej totalisht shitesen.

sic duket teoria e djathit vlen per shoqerine shqiptare ne pergjithesi. ka ekstreme ne nivelet ekonomike. dmth ose ke te varfer qe duhet te hane produkte 'te cuditshme' ose te pasur qe duhet te hane djath dele (pavaresisht nese e hane apo jo djathin e deles). me falni, por ajo cka une nuk kuptoj eshte pse nuk kishte djath 5 mije lekesh meqe mua me kane rritur prinderit duke menduar qe i perkasim shtreses 'me nivel mesatar ekonomik'. sic duket nuk ketu nuk ka nje shtrese se mesme. ti ose je djath 3 mije lekesh ose 7 mije lekesh.

kshukshu....jave te mbare dhe mos u lodhni shume ne pune!