Against the noise, overcrowding of people, traffic and chaos here in the city — I’ve revived my love for jazz music. The likes of Chet Baker, Stan Getz — God, anything to ease some of the irritability and stress of living. Night yall - S
Ca khúc: Je Ne Suis Que De L’Amour - Khi Có Chàng (1975) (Lời: Pierre Delanoé - Nhạc: Pierre Bachelet - Lời Việt: Minh Phúc) (Thème du film “Histoire d’O”) Il me traite certains jours Comme une reine Il m’a dit œil de velours Mais je t’aime Et je suis heureuse avec lui Il me parle aussi parfois Comme à son chien Il me fait mal, il me bat Mais je reviens Car je suis heureuse avec lui Je ne suis que de l’amour C’est ma seule vérité Je n’ai plus de liberté qu’aimer Je ne suis que de l’amour Je suis faite pour donner Je n’ai rien à demander Je n’obéis qu’à sa loi Qu’à son désir Je ferais n’importe quoi Pour son plaisir Ce qui vient de lui : c’est ma vie Je ne suis que de l’amour Un instant d’éternité Il peut jouer à volonté de moi Je ne suis que de l’amour C’est ma seule vérité Je n’ai plus de liberté qu’aimer Je ne suis que de l’amour C’est ma seule vérité Je n’ai plus de liberté qu’aimer Je ne suis que de l’amour…. He treats me some days Like a queen He said eye velvet But I love you And I’m happy with him He talks to me sometimes As to his dog It hurts me, it beats me But I come back For I am happy with him I am only love That’s my only truth I have more freedom to love I am only love I am made to give I have nothing to ask I obey only the law That in his desire I’d do anything For pleasure What comes from him is my life I am only love A moment of eternity He can play at will from me I am only love That’s my only truth I have more freedom to love I am only love That’s my only truth I have more freedom to love I am only love …. Nhiều đêm yêu đương, Ôi nồng thắm! mơ thấy thiên đàng ! Lòng luôn yêu, dầu biết chàng đã không thật lòng Vì đời thấy tươi đẹp khi có chàng Dù chàng đôi lúc đã la mắng, không xót thương gì Dù chàng nhiều khi đã tàn nhẫn, ta vẫn không màng Vì đời thấy tươi đẹp khi có chàng Lòng ta yêu chàng, yêu say đắm ! Tình ta yêu chàng, tình nồng thắm ! Tình ngây ngất trong ta dạt dào, tràn dâng Lòng ta yêu chàng, yêu say đắm ! Tình yêu muôn đời, tình dâng hiến ! Tình đã khiến ta quên muộn phiền… Dù cho gian khó, Vẫn theo những ước muốn của chàng Để chàng được vui, đau đớn vẫn luôn hé môi cười Vì ta đã yêu chàng, yêu suốt đời Lòng ta yêu chàng, yêu say đắm Tình ta yêu chàng, tình nồng thắm Tình ngây ngất trong ta, dạt dào, tràn dâng Lòng ta yêu chàng, yêu say đắm Tình yêu muôn đời, tình dâng hiến Tình đã khiến ta quên muộn phiền Là la la là la la lá… Là la la là la la lá… Là la lá la la là là…
Last night, I had an urge to get out of my routine and decided to check out The Brecht Forum in greenwhich village. It ended up being an amazing night.
Marxists, Revolutionaries, Progressive Thinkers, Crazies, Artists, and Theatre Practitioners alike. All 50 something people, jammed into a room to witness a panel talk about the works of radical acts by Bread and Puppet Theater’sPeter Schumann and The Living Theater’s Judith Malina — both of which are legendary theatre artists who’ve staged shows for political and social change for over 40 years now. It was basically a freewheeling convo which turned into a heated open forum about theater, art, politics, culture, changing the world, just seriously interesting things that excite me.
Judith on censorship, doing work in America Vs. other countries: "Fuck America. Fuck the U.S. Fuck the Govt and Fuck God! Not literally, but at least living in the U.S., we have the freedom to say these things versus everywhere else in the world where oppression doesn’t allow for it."
"We must commit to a life devoted to ourselves and eachother. It’s a condraction, how do you live a life for yourself, and others? Theatre allows us to reexamine our lives" - Calling for Beautiful Non-Violent Revolutionary actions, she stressed the Social-oriented over the Ego-oriented, doing good work at the grassroots, city level, because sometimes that’s all you can do, all you have.
"Political Theatre: To make people cry for a cause. To make theatre useful. The Problem + The People = Theatre. A public address where any form of discussion through art can address oppression."
Peter on what happens when things don’t work, failures: "Low points? There’s one every week! Sometimes it doesn’t ever work out. But this is where we turn it into a high point. There really are no low points. It’s all just part of the work."
All in all, a powerhouse of ideas on social engagement, political/socio action through artistic practice. It was cool seeing veteran artists talk about their work, about their affect on people, and to realize that the work needs to continue — for young artists and young professionals to do meaningful work that has the potential to spark change. I am reminded once again of how powerful art can be. Renewed and inspired. All this crazy talk, crazy people, god I love New York.
Moving away from California has been nothing but a worldly experience. One that has challenged dependence, displacing oneself from the comforts of familiarity and, well, a chance to do some more growing up — sometimes, a bit too fast. With all the years of our adolescence wanting to rebel and become older than what we really are, New York has taught me that you shouldn’t speak too soon, as it will slap you in the face, leaving you walking simultaneously thru a sea of people, thinking to yourself, “there must be more to life than this”
Yesterday, while I was reading at a coffee shop in the city, this old couple well into their 70’s was sitting right besides me enveloped in this intense conversation about film. What fascinated me most wasn’t the subject of the conversation, but the passion in which they spoke with. Hand gestures were flying rampant and they had this deep and involving eye contact with one another. There was this sense of intimacy, a vibe of absolute comfort between these two individuals, who probably spent most of their adult lives together. They were engaging in this invigorated discourse even at their old age. At that moment I realized that passion never dies, it’s forever ingrained in us, even as we grow wrinkled and ripe, we still have that need to express our passions. For about an hour, I watched these two in admiration, knowing that one day I want exactly what they have.
“Tell me the thoughts that surround you. I want to look inside your head.”