Wednesday, February 25, 2015

RIEN ...!!!!!! NOTHING...!!!!!!!

They know that I know that they know nothing!!!!!!

 That was the famous answer that a friend, actually a very close friend, gave me a few years ago when I asked him why he suddenly was not being considered for an important position anymore, or for a new job, or for even for a guest appearance just when he was reaching his highest level of competence, the total control of his potential.


He added: We live in a world where nobody knows anything or even tries to learn anything… It seems that knowledgeable people are looked at with distrust, with contempt and almost with hatred….
Some people turn their backs when they see them, or ignore them ,or act sometimes as though they don’t recognize them or even know them…
They are disturbing the new order of things, they are preventing the world from functioning according to new rules they have set up, they are pushed away from all possible important decisions…
It seems that today to get ahead in the new society, in politics, in business, or in the arts, you must know NOTHING for the terrible reason that you should not and will not bring with you an old world, old methods, or an old style.
They believe that the less you know, the more inventive you can be, the more creative and the more adequate you are in order to fit in with the surrounding mediocrity and that then you will bring new ways.

My friend may have been bitter or dissatisfied by the turn of events in his life or couldn't admit that a time comes when we have to accept to put our weapons on the table, look at the changing world with a smile of tenderness or with a wink meaning ” I know, I was there before”.

But recently his statement came back to me very vigorously, and I am asking the same questions because the world we are living in seems to be more and more in realm of his thoughts…
 Or perhaps because I am becoming like him.
NOTHING!!!!
It seems that today to know or to have references based on history is obscene and against the new world…
We find individuals in key positions with no experience, no culture, no background, no desire to improve and they believe this is inventive, and that by acting this way, the followers, the ordinary men and women will feel safe and will accept their so called great ideas to reinvent the world and will even protect them.
I remember the time when someone who was a real leader in ANYTHING was the one who had the gift to surround himself with people who knew more in their department than he did. The leader knew enough about every aspect of his work to be able to discuss with his associates….and then the leader could make the final decision, have the last word and under his guidance everyone would go ahead in the right constructive direction…
It seems that now, too often, things function the opposite way, everything is filled by a crowd of people who know nothing led by somebody who knows even less, and everybody navigates floating in the mirage of appearance. 
And these people with no experience or background or knowledge and worse without the desire to learn, lead other people…

This system has created the so-called new way of looking at things. We no longer try to understand human feelings, human souls, human hearts, social dramas and joys, relationships, we just disguise all this by a so-called new approach attempting to reveal a new way of understanding.

In my profession, this situation may be the worst…I sometimes find myself guilty of falling in this trap… and we see more and more, actually almost as a rule, some truly unbelievably silly things…
The child of Butterfly in the Puccini opera is a puppet, Scarpia is Mussolini or a Maffia boss from the suburbs of Palermo, the chorus of Manon is a bunch of people dressed in tuxedo instead of the popular crowd of Paris, the men in Rigoletto are disguised and made up as lady bugs and I have seen some operas set in toilets or in a subway or anywhere except where the story dictates … and the list is infinite…

In order not to be “passé”, in order not to be considered as a “routine”, they have to become irrelevant and even silly.
When we go to the Louvres Museum in Paris, do they distribute special glasses at the entrance, so we can see the painting of LA GIOCONDA in red and blue, or in three dimensions?
Is The THINKER by RODIN dressed in a military costume in order to make him relevant to our times?
What if we were projecting on a Rubens painting the images of the red Sea?
What if we were translating a novel by Goethe in the strongest English slang?
What if we were listening to a Beethoven Symphony performed by some rappers?
What if pasta was cooked on a grill?
What if cars had 3 wheels?

A friend sent to me recently a copy of this letter sent by Beckett in 1973


Beckett was not always the genius we believe he was…
While he was my god, my inspiration and my intellectual guide in the sixties, I met him in 1967 in Paris, and it turned out being the most incredibly disappointing experience of my life.

I spent 2 hours with him and another friend, the actor Lucien Raimbourg who created the part of Estragon in Waiting for Godot….
I have related this encounter in my book “The Shattered Sky”. It was indeed a low moment, but life taught me later that Beckett was just a man and should not be put on a pedestal, there is Beckett the writer of genius and Beckett the man.

The following words are screamed by Faust before he called Satan…

RIEN… EN VAIN J’INTERROGE EN MON ARDENTE VEILLE LA NATURE ET LE CREATEUR, PAS UNE VOIX NE GLISSE EN MON OREILLE UN MOT CONSOLATEUR.

NOTHING…

IN VAIN I QUESTION IN MY SLEEPNESS NIGHTS NATURE AND THE CREATOR, NOT ONE VOICE WHISPERS IN MY EAR A COMFORTING WORD.

And He adds: “Nothing…I see nothing, I know nothing, nothing, nothing.”
He tried all the good ways and the purity of asking questions, he tried the innocence of Knowledge, and he tried to be respectful of his culture and his belief...
 and the result was… HIM screaming:” nothing “

So, he turned the other way, and called in the devil…
Can we say that we are living in a similar period? We have to try Satan in order to continue to exist?

But of course we will use a new way of calling Satan …reinvent everything, recast the basics of our world, recreate human relations, political order, artistic values?
And should we believe that the silly and dangerous period we are living is only a moment, hopefully a transition?
And soon, we will be ourselves again….I don’t know what anymore.

But we need to try to live in these surroundings and with these new laws of our society.

THEY KNOW THAT I KNOW THAT THEY KNOW NOTHING…

Do we have to lie? 
 Do we have to fake? 
 Do we have to disguise ourselves in order not to be transparent and then play the games?

Can we be transparent and show what we know and be ignored and lose all opportunities of making progress in our profession or in life? 
Can we spend our entire life denying the changes, negative for us, to protect ourselves? 

Until when are we going to ask questions about this and that because we do not understand the mechanism of the new society?
Will we perpetually wonder why this one or that one is more successful when we believe we are better, we know more, we are more talented, more dedicated, more anything and everything?

How can we deal with those who are pushing us aside because we know?
What choice do we have?
Should we lie to ourselves?
Should we decide that we know nothing!
Should we melt in the surrounding mediocrity and when we are in a position of power or when we reach the desired point of our life, be back to ourselves and show THAT WE KNOW??????

By doing that taking the risks of losing other possibilities of achieving more or even continuing in our successes?

Or should we persist in our truth and become a Pariah?


I LET YOU DECIDE.


















Tuesday, February 3, 2015

La parole est d’argent mais le silence est d’or..... Words are silver, but silence is golden…


This line of another time means nothing today!!!

It seems that yesterday I was still walking in the streets of Philadelphia or Antananarivo or Paris or Dakar or Taipei …I don’t like to walk in cities anymore, and when I was younger I loved that so much… There is nothing left to discover, to see, only the surrounding mediocrity, the poverty… and  people wandering without knowing where they are going, who they are or what they really want … 
What happened to the dreams of happiness and the dreams of an equal society full of purpose and aspirations?

Words are silver, but silence is golden

In today’s world, it is accepted, no actually it is the only way to function: close your eyes, your ears and shove your tongue in your throat in order NOT to say what you believe could be the wrong choice, the wrong decision, the wrong behavior… 

BUT WRONG ACCORDING TO WHAT??? I don’t even know, it seems that no criteria is in order anymore.

SILENCE IS GOLDEN: Let people choose perpetually the wrong individuals for different responsibilities in order to obey today OBLIGATIONS, all based on what they believe is to be fair…. Fair to what? Fair to whom?

I cannot believe that some regimes 50 or 60 years ago were considered as PUBLIC ENEMIES,  and today  we do worse… we base our decisions for employing , casting, hiring on everything except work ethics, real talent,  knowledge or devotion.

Enough with that!!!!!

We are now afraid to offend anybody and everybody by having opinions or expressing judgments….The world around us does not want US to be able to think, to create, to exist… 
All is happening as we should be dead…Or we should be sitting in an armchair in a retirement home or community and look through the window at the emptiness around us…

We should look at the nonsense of life, we should contemplate what has not existed for a long time in order to justify everybody’s opinion and behavior or we should respect with no opinions the youth of some, their ambition to be, even though they still do not know enough…

 Finally we should stop existing by being Silent and understanding of everybody.

We should be able to live in denial, we should be like them and sometimes worry about the disease or the death of somebody, in order to prove that we have feelings, we have a soul, and we know how to be a good person.

But most do not know or actually refuse to see that the world should not and cannot enclose us in the silence of the semi-death. The silence of acceptance, sometimes the silence of old age, the silence of the false peace of the soul….
We always have the strength to tame life, we should always  have a creative knowledge and the desire to act… 
We were and still are even if the majority is not and will not be…We cannot be satisfied by letting life leading us by the nose, no, not even life, but the irrelevant events of life …

Those who want to make us live in the silence have the nerve, the effrontery, and the blinding attitude to believe that they are superior and in charge of our destiny…
 If we try to be, we become UN EMMERDEUR DE PREMIERE CLASSE, A ROYAL PAIN IN THE ASS, preventing them from dictating as they look at us with impatience, trying to find a weakness, expecting a misstep and ready to send us to the doldrums…
They want us in bed at night, content to still be alive, happy to have good leaders and they force us to be attentive to the small problems of everybody around us in order to justify our humanity…

Today it’s snowing…I have seen snow very often…I do not like it…It creates a false impression of purity all this immaculate white, a false impression of quietude, of unexpected silence, a piece of white velvet protecting our wounds.

 Julien (Julien was the main character in my novel “The shattered sky”) walked often in the snow, and for the past 45 years he has been walking on the white velvet extending on his wounds trying to redo what was not… he is still walking since the sky was vaguely glued by all these years trying to finalize what never started.

The shattered sky has changed sky…I look at Julien and I forgive him… He is no longer that child full of anger…He doesn't want any more to assassinate the truth any more, he wants to reinvent the truth.
 The truth? The truth of what? Of the lies of imagination? The Truth of the unfinished fantasies? Forty five years since the corner of a blue sky in Paris…
Forty five years??? Did wisdom take over my self-destruction? Does wisdom leave some bitterness on the truth? Is that the reason why some people like the snow? Because snow covers the bitterness of the truth?

Julien you are now far, lost in the uncertain memories, in the memory of the lost senses, but I keep for you a tenderness full of bewilderment… Surprised to see that you are no longer, you are someone else, built by life and shaped by others…You too have disappeared in the fog of life, in the path of life called existence…You have disappeared recreated by the look of others, you became someone else…
Julien are you still capable of reshaping the world? Can you rethink it? Or do you also accept the fact that it is impossible to be yourself? Are you finding refuge in the cocoon of silence?

LE SILENCE EST D’ARGENT MAIS LA PAROLE EST D’OR


They always want to know: Is this all truth? Is your life true? Is it true? True? What does true mean? What is the TRUTH? Everything is the truth, and all is invented…There is only one truth, the one we want…

You have a tormented soul…A tormented soul? Not at all… Only a mind trying to understand the meaning of all this, the aim of life lost in the infinity of life…I am not tormented, the young Julien was not tormented, on the contrary, He knew how to tame adversity… he knew how to stay complete in his fragmentation, he was capable of staying strong and whole…

I love Julien, I admire him, I miss him…I miss his strength, his passion, his vision…Forty five years since my decision to start again from scratch, to turn the page, to go conquer a new world…Where did those years go…They went faster than the years spent to try to understand,  trying to live.

Too many people believe that life is what it is…We should not…Fatality, fate do not exist, we can change the world by looking at it in a different way, by interpreting it…Yes, sure, soon I am going to believe in Santa Klaus, should I just believe in the silence and let people continue to do whatever and never tell them anything?

 Everybody has good reasons for being what he is, to believe what he believes, to act according to his desires…
So, what should I expect anything from anybody? Why should I believe that what I know is more important? Why should I expect people to show some gratitude for what I did for them and give something back…
After all these years, I still have not understood that it means nothing…expect nothing from anyone, provoke nothing and no one…ask for nothing… BUT wait like an idiot that things happen and accept in SILENCE in order not to be difficult…
What a punishment, what a bore…

I just woke up sleeping in the plane, was this my last dream? Or a nightmare? Or both? Was I really asleep or just letting my mind ramble…
Can I be again a gypsy in Seville or a spy in Berlin…

It will never change…Life is a perpetual farce. 

Next to me in the plane a couple is exchanging words of love, they are cooing like two doves, they must be in their honeymoon…They are both extraordinarily ugly but they look at each other with eyes full of desire and admiration…They will build a life together, they will tell each other everything except the truth, they will take care of each other except for the big decisions, they will love each other with a quiet love, appeasing and silly…

NO…NO 
SILENCE IS SILVER BUT WORDS SHOULD BE GOLDEN