<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:36:06.621Z</updated><title type='text'>Digital Writing &amp; Art Works of Franck Kaiho</title><subtitle type='html'>all comes to my mind  (across  the  centuries) ..From Giordino Bruno's time to today's events</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-2210633557610670410</id><published>2008-11-22T20:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:16:48.431Z</updated><title type='text'>A new love in Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Based on the book of portraits by renowned photographer Nobuyoshi Araki, A New Love in Tokyo is a light-hearted look at the lives of a group of Tokyo call girls. Araki, well known for his fascination with female nudes and sexual deviation, briefly appears in the film as himself, photographing the lead characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In many parts of the world, A New Love in Tokyo was released as a sequel to Ryu Murakami's art house hit Tokyo Decadence. Aside from a commercial one, the reason for this might be that both films portray the lives of prostitutes. However, the approach of Takahashi's film is almost the mirror image of Murakami's. The tone throughout is one of light-heartedness, from time to time even side-stepping into comedy. The film is populated by characters who go through life with an unnatural cheeriness, as if prostitution was the most normal of career choices for a young woman, a mere job on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact, one of the few unpleasant occurrences in the entire film, when one of the girls' clients turns out be a knife-wielding psychopath, actually ends in one of the most blatantly comedic scenes: tough guy actor Sho Aikawa parodying his on-screen image as a stereotypical cool yakuza who eats his own sunglasses to show just how tough he truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite (or perhaps because of) Takahashi's approach, the women in the film come across as the dominant characters. The men in their lives are pathetic and sad, slaves to their own lusts and instincts. The women seem invulnerable to any obstacle the world may throw in their paths, be it a knife-wielding psycho or venereal disease. Nobuyoshi Araki's photographs of the lead characters, which appear throughout the film, project a similar strength and self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, one wonders if the subject matter is really suited to the portrayal of strong female characters. Especially when that subject is treated in such a breezy manner. The fact of the matter is that prostitution is far from breezy and if painting a portrait of strong women was the director's intention, then the end result borders on conceit. If his intention was merely entertainment, then the lackluster plotting and pace still make the film fall flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-2210633557610670410?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2210633557610670410/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=2210633557610670410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/2210633557610670410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/2210633557610670410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-love-in-tokyo.html' title='A new love in Tokyo'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-6688739086693298254</id><published>2008-11-22T20:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:17:14.701Z</updated><title type='text'>ARAKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A 64 ans, Nobuyoshi Araki continue à jouer au lutin lubrique. Adulé chez lui au Japon comme un dieu vivant, il en est aussi le produit culturel d'exportation le plus embarrassant. Surnommé le Toulouse Lautrec nippon, ce photographe aujourd'hui exposé dans les plus grands musées du monde a commencé il y 40 ans à publier ses clichés érotiques dans des revues pornos. Son talent: avoir rendu artistique une culture de ghetto, celle du bondage et du sadomasochisme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Véritable icône auprès des lolitas japonaises, Araki n'a aucun mal à trouver ses modèles amateurs. Tracks a suivi le maître parti la nuit tombante chasser le modèle sur ses terres de Shinjuku, le quartier chaud de Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nobuyoshi Araki : Mon père travaillait comme marchand de sandales traditionnelles. Mais comme il adorait faire de la photo, il délaissait souvent son travail pour se consacrer à sa passion. C'était un vrai photographe amateur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;D'abord j’ai travaillé dans une grosse agence de publicité. C'est là que j'ai appris ce qu'était la vie. J'ai vu le côté le plus abject de ce métier. Si j'avais choisi d'être grand reporter, j'aurais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sûrement été tué dans une guerre. Comme Robert Capa. Alors au moins travailler dans une boîte de pub, ça me mettait à l'abri. Et puis j'ai pu y apprendre toute l'essence de la photo. Dans ce genre de métier, on profite de son travail pour se faire sa propre pub plutôt que celle du produit ou du client. Alors j'ai compris qu'il fallait que je sorte très vite de là si je voulais m'orienter vers l'art. Je ne regrette pas cette période. Quand j'y repense, la pub m'a permis de mieux approcher la vraie nature des gens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nobuyoshi Araki : Je suis pas du genre à donner des ordres. Au moment du déclic ce sont les modèles qui décident de leurs poses. Moi je reste seulement concentré, sans chercher à faire de la mise en scène. Je suis l'esclave de mes sujets. On peut même dire l'esclave des femmes tout court. J'ai toujours considéré la séance photo comme un vrai corps à corps. C'est une relation physique entre un homme et une femme. Comme une relation amoureuse. Du coup, c'est normal d'avoir des relations sexuelles pendant ou après la séance photo. Evidemment, s’il y a plusieurs modèles ça peut devenir très vite épuisant. Et après je risque d'être incapable de me remettre au travail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-6688739086693298254?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6688739086693298254/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=6688739086693298254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/6688739086693298254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/6688739086693298254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2008/11/araki.html' title='ARAKI'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-8589012731492015724</id><published>2008-09-25T21:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:10:06.455Z</updated><title type='text'>atlas de Borges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/SNv-JP54FRI/AAAAAAAADE0/_rDbAQ-Mk-s/s1600-h/aay_0.351558001221043673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/SNv-JP54FRI/AAAAAAAADE0/_rDbAQ-Mk-s/s200/aay_0.351558001221043673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250069225472005394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’Atlas de Borges&lt;br /&gt;Exposition de photographies et textes de voyages de Jorge Luis Borges et María Kodama, inspirée du livre Atlas de Jorge Luis Borges en collaboration avec María Kodama (traduit par Françoise Rosset, Ed. Gallimard, 1988).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du lundi au vendredi, de 11h à 19h&lt;br /&gt;Exposition produite et réalisée par la Fundación Internacional Jorge Luis Borges &lt;br /&gt;et la Ville de Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;Commissaire : Fernando Flores&lt;br /&gt;Coordinatrice : Nomi Rozanski - Design et montage : Vanesa Trosch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’exposition L’Atlas de Borges réunit plus de 130 photos de ce qui constitue l’album de voyages (mais dont une petite partie seulement apparaît dans le livre Atlas), appartenant à la collection personnelle de María Kodama. Elles sont ici regroupées en regard avec les textes écrits par Borges au cours de sa longue vie, sous la forme de dix-sept ensembles ou chapitres, proposant au lecteur et au visiteur de rentrer dans l’intimité du monde borgésien. &lt;br /&gt;Recréant le parcours d’un parcours, cette union des mots et de l’image tente de refléter la puissance évocatrice des lieux, la force de l’authentique et de l’émerveillement, la fraîcheur de la perception et de l’expérience conjugués.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-8589012731492015724?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8589012731492015724/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=8589012731492015724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-6866463155691329214</id><published>2008-02-22T14:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:53:30.680Z</updated><title type='text'>zulfi livanelliden --LORCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SuBFWsHX_U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SuBFWsHX_U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-6866463155691329214?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SuBFWsHX_U' title='zulfi 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src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-3598654098618029932</id><published>2007-12-23T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:58:36.415Z</updated><title type='text'>La casada infiel</title><content type='html'>La femme adultère&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lydia Cabrera y a su negrit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je la pris près de la rivière&lt;br /&gt;Car je la croyais sans mari&lt;br /&gt;Tandis qu'elle était adultère&lt;br /&gt;Ce fut la Saint-Jacques la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Par rendez-vous et compromis&lt;br /&gt;Quand s'éteignirent les lumières&lt;br /&gt;Et s'allumèrent les cri-cri&lt;br /&gt;Au coin des dernières enceintes&lt;br /&gt;Je touchai ses seins endormis&lt;br /&gt;Sa poitrine pour moi s'ouvrit&lt;br /&gt;Comme des branches de jacinthes&lt;br /&gt;Et dans mes oreilles l'empois&lt;br /&gt;De ses jupes amidonnées&lt;br /&gt;Crissait comme soie arrachée&lt;br /&gt;Par douze couteaux à la fois&lt;br /&gt;Les cimes d'arbres sans lumière&lt;br /&gt;Grandissaient au bord du chemin&lt;br /&gt;Et tout un horizon de chiens&lt;br /&gt;Aboyait loin de la rivière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand nous avons franchi les ronces&lt;br /&gt;Les épines et les ajoncs&lt;br /&gt;Sous elle son chignon s'enfonce&lt;br /&gt;Et fait un trou dans le limon&lt;br /&gt;Quand ma cravate fût ôtée&lt;br /&gt;Elle retira son jupon&lt;br /&gt;Puis quand j'ôtai mon ceinturon&lt;br /&gt;Quatre corsages d'affilée&lt;br /&gt;Ni le nard ni les escargots&lt;br /&gt;N'eurent jamais la peau si fine&lt;br /&gt;Ni sous la lune les cristaux&lt;br /&gt;N'ont de lueur plus cristalline&lt;br /&gt;Ses cuisses s'enfuyaient sous moi&lt;br /&gt;Comme des truites effrayées&lt;br /&gt;L'une moitié toute embrasée&lt;br /&gt;L'autre moitié pleine de froid&lt;br /&gt;Cette nuit me vit galoper&lt;br /&gt;De ma plus belle chevauchée&lt;br /&gt;Sur une pouliche nacrée&lt;br /&gt;Sans bride et sans étriers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis homme et ne peux redire&lt;br /&gt;Les choses qu'elle me disait&lt;br /&gt;Le clair entendement m'inspire&lt;br /&gt;De me montrer fort circonspect&lt;br /&gt;Sale de baisers et de sable&lt;br /&gt;Du bord de l'eau je la sortis&lt;br /&gt;Les iris balançaient leur sabre&lt;br /&gt;Contre les brises de la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Pour agir en pleine droiture&lt;br /&gt;Comme fait un loyal gitan&lt;br /&gt;Je lui fis don en la quittant&lt;br /&gt;D'un beau grand panier à couture&lt;br /&gt;Mais sans vouloir en être épris&lt;br /&gt;Parce qu'elle était adultère&lt;br /&gt;Et se prétendait sans mari&lt;br /&gt;Quand nous allions vers la rivière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduction Jean Prévost [Extrait de "El Romancero Gitano"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La casada infiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lydia Cabrera y a su negrit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que me la lleve al río&lt;br /&gt;creyendo que era mozuela,&lt;br /&gt;pero tenía marido.&lt;br /&gt;Fue la noche de Santiago&lt;br /&gt;y casi por compromiso.&lt;br /&gt;Se apagaron los faroles&lt;br /&gt;y se encendieron los grillos.&lt;br /&gt;En las últimas esquinas&lt;br /&gt;toque sus pechos dormidos,&lt;br /&gt;y se me abrieron de pronto&lt;br /&gt;como ramos de jacintos.&lt;br /&gt;El almidón de su enagua&lt;br /&gt;me sonaba en el oído&lt;br /&gt;como una pieza de seda&lt;br /&gt;rasgada por diez cuchillos.&lt;br /&gt;Sin luz de plata en sus copas&lt;br /&gt;los árboles han crecido&lt;br /&gt;y un horizonte de perros&lt;br /&gt;ladra muy lejos del río.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasadas las zarzamoras,&lt;br /&gt;los juncos y los espinos,&lt;br /&gt;bajo su mata de pelo&lt;br /&gt;hice un hoyo sobre el limo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo me quité la corbata.&lt;br /&gt;Ella se quito el vestido.&lt;br /&gt;Yo, el cinturón con revólver.&lt;br /&gt;Ella, sus cuatro corpiños.&lt;br /&gt;Ni nardos ni caracolas&lt;br /&gt;tienen el cutis tan fino,&lt;br /&gt;ni los cristales con luna&lt;br /&gt;relumbran con ese brillo.&lt;br /&gt;Sus muslos se me escapaban&lt;br /&gt;como peces sorprendidos,&lt;br /&gt;la mitad llenos de lumbre,&lt;br /&gt;la mitad llenos de frío.&lt;br /&gt;Aquella noche corrí&lt;br /&gt;el mejor de los caminos,&lt;br /&gt;montado en potra de nácar&lt;br /&gt;sin bridas y sin estribos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero decir, por hombre,&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que ella me dijo.&lt;br /&gt;La luz del entendimiento&lt;br /&gt;me hace ser muy comedido.&lt;br /&gt;Sucia de besos y arena,&lt;br /&gt;yo me la llevé del río.&lt;br /&gt;Con el aire se batían&lt;br /&gt;las espadas de los lirios.&lt;br /&gt;Me porté como quien soy.&lt;br /&gt;Como un gitano legítimo.&lt;br /&gt;Le regalé un costurero&lt;br /&gt;grande, de raso pajizo,&lt;br /&gt;y no quise enamorarme&lt;br /&gt;porque teniendo marido&lt;br /&gt;me dijo que era mozuela&lt;br /&gt;cuando la llevaba al río. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SzHALWnphI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SzHALWnphI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-3598654098618029932?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3598654098618029932/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=3598654098618029932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3598654098618029932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3598654098618029932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-casada-infiel.html' title='La casada infiel'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-3274108274699078383</id><published>2007-12-23T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:50:52.124Z</updated><title type='text'>Frederico Lorca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Célèbre poète et écrivain de théâtre, Federico Garcia Lorca est né le 5 juin 1898  à Fuente Vaqueros, près de Grenade.  Jeune homme, il fit ses études en philosophie,  en littérature et en droit à l'Université de Grenade.   Surtout reconnu pour son talent d'écrivain, Lorca était aussi un peintre  et musicien accompli.  Ses oeuvres musicales puisent de la musique et du  folklore gitans, plus particulièrement du flamenco, musique populaire de son  Andalousie natale.&lt;br /&gt;En 1922, Lorca et le compositeur Manuel de Falla organisèrent la  &lt;i&gt;Fiesta del Cante Jonco&lt;/i&gt;, un festival de musique folklorique consacré  à la &lt;i&gt;chanson profonde&lt;/i&gt;, le style de chanson le plus &lt;i&gt;velouté&lt;/i&gt; dans  la tradition flamenco.  C'est dans deux de ses poèmes les plus importants, «Poema del Cante Jondo»  et «Romancero Gitano», que l'on ressent le plus l'influence du flamenco;  ces deux poèmes révèlent, sous forme lyrique, les impulsions musicales,  poétiques et spirituelles de Lorca.  On retrouve sur ce disque compact,  «Corazon Malherido» et «Romance de la Luna, Luna», deux chansons inspirées  à partir de ces oeuvres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'influence du folklore transparaît également dans ses pièces de théâtre  &lt;i&gt;Bodas de Sangre&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Yerma&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Las Casa de Bernarda Alba&lt;/i&gt; où Lorca réussit  subtilement à capter l'essence de l'âme divisée du peuple espagnol de l'époque.   Ses livres sont lus dans tous les pays de langue espagnole et ont connu  un immense succès en Argentine, Uruguay et à Cuba.  Les principaux thèmes  traités dans ses oeuvres sont l'amour, la fierté, la passion ainsi que  la mort violente, qui ont beaucoup marqué la vie de Lorca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;À la veille de la guerre civile espagnole en 1936, Lorca fut arrêté par  des membres de la &lt;i&gt;Falange&lt;/i&gt; du parti fasciste, partisans du général Franco.   Deux jours plus tard, le 19 août, il fut exécuté par un peloton d'exécution.   Par une nuit sans lune, son corps fut jeté dans une tombe sans nom.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="title"&gt;   Biografia &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  5 de junio: 1998,  Federico García Lorca nace en Fuente Vaqueros (Granada).   Lorca estudió letras en la universidad de Granada y música con Manuel de  Falla, fue unas de las puntas del triángulo surrealista formado por él, Salvador  Dalí y Luis Buñuel, atraídos por el tremendo significado del manifiesto surrealista de André Breton .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1929-30 visitó los Estados Unidos (Poeta en Nueva York) y cuba, y en 1933  a Buenos Aires y Montevideo.  Durante la república fundó y dirigió &lt;i&gt;La Barraca&lt;/i&gt;,  un grupo de teatro universitario que recorrió muchos pueblos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rápidamente se embebió del mundo gitano,«vivían en un mundo de ensueños de  extraño y contenido pesar.  Pero también en un mundo tremendamente vital, de pasiones  fuertes».  Esta fascinación quedó claramente marcada en  su &lt;i&gt;Romancero Gitano&lt;/i&gt;, mezcla de realidad fulgurante y sensibilidad extrema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ternura plasmada en un torbellino de imágenes, («¡Que perfume de flor  de cuchillo!»), se desarrolla en toda su obra, &lt;i&gt;Poeta en Nueva York&lt;/i&gt;,  &lt;i&gt;Bodas de sangre, Poemas del cante jondo, Llanto por la muerte de Ignacio Sánchez  Mejías, Mariana Pineda, Bodas de sangre, La casa de Bernarda  Alba, Yerma... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En 1934 declaró en una entrevista concedida al diario &lt;i&gt;EL SOL&lt;/i&gt;:  «Yo siempre soy y seré partidario de los pobres.  En el mundo ya no luchan  fuerzas humanas sino telúricas.  A mí me ponen en una balanza el resultado de  esta lucha: aquí tu dolor y tu sacrificio, aquí la justicia para todos, aún  con la angustia del tránsito hacia el futuro que ya se presiente pero que se  desconoce, y descargo el puño con fuerza en este platillo».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaQkrzwqjVE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaQkrzwqjVE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-3274108274699078383?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pierdelune.com/lorca.htm' title='Frederico Lorca'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3274108274699078383/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=3274108274699078383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3274108274699078383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3274108274699078383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/12/frederico-lorca.html' title='Frederico Lorca'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-3265008455522203911</id><published>2007-11-25T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:13:50.204Z</updated><title type='text'>café y el libro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urWiNmaXTOY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urWiNmaXTOY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inicio / Cuenteros Invitados / Jorge Luis Borges / Ficciones / Funes el memorioso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lo recuerdo (yo no tengo derecho a pronunciar ese verbo sagrado, sólo un hombre en la tierra tuvo derecho y ese hombre ha muerto) con una oscura pasionaria en la mano, viéndola como nadie la ha visto, aunque la mirara desde el crepúsculo del día hasta el de la noche, toda una vida entera. Lo recuerdo, la cara taciturna y aindiada y singularmente remota, detrás del cigarrillo. Recuerdo (creo) sus manos afiladas de trenzado. Recuerdo cerca de esas manos un mate, con las armas de la Banda Oriental; recuerdo en la ventana de la casa una estera amarilla, con un vago paisaje lacustre. Recuerdo claramente su voz; la voz pausada, resentida y nasal del orillero antiguo, sin los silbidos italianos de ahora. Más de tres veces no lo vi; la última, en 1887... Me parece muy feliz el proyecto de que todos aquellos que lo trataron escriban sobre él; mi testimonio será acaso el más breve y sin duda el más pobre, pero no el menos imparcial del volumen que editarán ustedes. Mi deplorable condición de argentino me impedirá incurrir en el ditirambo -género obligatorio en el Uruguay, cuando el tema es un uruguayo. Literato, cajetilla, porteño; Funes no dijo esas injuriosas palabras, pero de un modo suficiente me consta que yo representaba para él esas desventuras. Pedro Leandro Ipuche ha escrito que Funes era un precursor de los superhombres, "un Zarathustra cimarrón y vernáculo "; no lo discuto, pero no hay que olvidar que era también un compadrito de Fray Bentos, con ciertas incurables limitaciones.&lt;br /&gt;Mi primer recuerdo de Funes es muy perspicuo. Lo veo en un atardecer de marzo o febrero del año 84. Mi padre, ese año, me había llevado a veranear a Fray Bentos. Yo volvía con mi primo Bernardo Haedo de la estancia de San Francisco. Volvíamos cantando, a caballo, y ésa no era la única circunstancia de mi felicidad. Después de un día bochornoso, una enorme tormenta color pizarra había escondido el cielo. La alentaba el viento del Sur, ya se enloquecían los árboles; yo tenía el temor (la esperanza) de que nos sorprendiera en un descampado el agua elemental. Corrimos una especie de carrera con la tormenta. Entramos en un callejón que se ahondaba entre dos veredas altísimas de ladrillo. Había oscurecido de golpe; oí rápidos y casi secretos pasos en lo alto; alcé los ojos y vi un muchacho que corría por la estrecha y rota vereda como por una estrecha y rota pared. Recuerdo la bombacha, las alpargatas, recuerdo el cigarrillo en el duro rostro, contra el nubarrón ya sin límites. Bernardo le gritó imprevisiblemente: "¿Qué horas son, Ireneo?"". Sin consultar el cielo, sin detenerse, el otro respondió: 'Faltan cuatro minutos para las ocho, joven Bernardo Juan Francisco". La voz era aguda, burlona. Yo soy tan distraído que el diálogo que acabo de referir no me hubiera llamado la atención si no lo hubiera recalcado mi primo, a quien estimulaban (creo) cierto orgullo local, y el deseo de mostrarse indiferente a la réplica tripartita del otro.&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo que el muchacho del callejón era un tal Ireneo Funes, mentado por algunas rarezas como la de no darse con nadie y la de saber siempre la hora, como un reloj. Agregó que era hijo de una planchadora del pueblo, María Clementina Funes, y que algunos decían que su padre era un médico del saladero, un inglés O'Connor, y otros un domador o rastreador del departamento del Salto.&lt;br /&gt;Vivía con su madre, a la vuelta de la quinta de los Laureles. Los años 85 y 86 veraneamos en la ciudad de Montevideo. El 87 volví a Fray Bentos. Pregunté, como es natural, por todos los conocidos y, finalmente, por el "cronométrico Funes". Me contestaron que lo había volteado un redomón en la estancia de San Francisco, y que había quedado tullido, sin esperanza. Recuerdo la impresión de incómoda magia que la noticia me produjo: la única vez que yo lo vi, veníamos a caballo de San Francisco y él andaba en un lugar alto; el hecho, en boca de mi primo Bernardo, tenía mucho de sueño elaborado con elementos anteriores. Me dijeron que no se movía del catre, puestos los ojos en la higuera del fondo o en una telaraña. En los atardeceres, permitía que lo sacaran a la ventana. Llevaba la soberbia hasta el punto de simular que era benéfico el golpe que lo había fulminado... Dos veces lo vi atrás de la reja, que burdamente recalcaba su condición de eterno prisionero: una, inmóvil, con los ojos cerrados; otra, inmóvil también, absorto en la contemplación de un oloroso gajo de santonina. No sin alguna vanagloria yo había iniciado en aquel tiempo el estudio metódico del latín. Mi valija incluía el De viris illustribus de Lhomond, el Thesaurus de Quicherat, los Comentarios de Julio César y un volumen impar de la Naturalis historia de Plinio, que excedía (y sigue excediendo) mis módicas virtudes de latinista. Todo se propala en un pueblo chico; Ireneo, en su rancho de las orillas, no tardó en enterarse del arribo de esos libros anómalos. Me dirigió una carta florida y ceremoniosa, en la que recordaba nuestro encuentro, desdichadamente fugaz, "del día 7 de febrero del año 84", ponderaba los gloriosos servicios que don Gregorio Haedo, mi tío, finado ese mismo año, "había prestado a las dos patrias en la valerosa jornada de Ituzaingó ", y me solicitaba el préstamo de cualquiera de los volúmenes, acompañado de un diccionario "para la buena inteligencia del texto original, porque todavía ignoro el latín". Prometía devolverlos en buen estado, casi inmediatamente. La letra era perfecta, muy perfilada; la ortografía, del tipo que Andrés Bello preconizó: i por y, f por g. Al principio, temí naturalmente una broma. Mis primos me aseguraron que no, que eran cosas de Ireneo. No supe si atribuir a descaro, a ignorancia o a estupidez la idea de que el arduo latín no requería más instrumento que un diccionario; para desengañarlo con plenitud le mandé el Gradus ad Parnassum de Quicherat y la obra de Plinio.&lt;br /&gt;El 14 de febrero me telegrafiaron de Buenos Aires que volviera inmediatamente, porque mi padre no estaba "nada bien". Dios me perdone; el prestigio de ser el destinatario de un telegrama urgente, el deseo de comunicar a todo Fray Bentos la contradicción entre la forma negativa de la noticia y el perentorio adverbio, la tentación de dramatizar mi dolor, fingiendo un viril estoicismo, tal vez me distrajeron de toda posibilidad de dolor. Al hacer la valija, noté que me faltaban el Gradus y el primer tomo de la Naturalis historia. El "Saturno" zarpaba al día siguiente, por la mañana; esa noche, después de cenar, me encaminé a casa de Funes. Me asombró que la noche fuera no menos pesada que el día. En el decente rancho, la madre de Funes me recibió. Me dijo que Ireneo estaba en la pieza del fondo y que no me extrañara encontrarla a oscuras, porque ireneo sabía pasarse las horas muertas sin encender la vela. Atravesé el patio de baldosa, el corredorcito; llegué al segundo patio. Había una parra; la oscuridad pudo parecerme total. Oí de pronto la alta y burlona voz de Ireneo. Esa voz hablaba en latín; esa voz (que venía de la tiniebla) articulaba con moroso deleite un discurso o plegaria o incantación. Resonaron las sílabas romanas en el patio de tierra; mi temor las creía indescifrables, interminables; después, en el enorme diálogo de esa noche, supe que formaban el primer párrafo del capítulo xxiv del libro vii de la Naturalis historia. La materia de ese capítulo es la memoria; las palabras últimas fueron ut nihil non iisdern verbis redderetur audíturn.&lt;br /&gt;Sin el menor cambio de voz, Ireneo me dijo que pasara. Estaba en el catre, fumando. Me parece que no le vi la cara hasta el alba; creo rememorar el ascua momentánea del cigarrillo. La pieza olía vagamente a humedad. Me senté; repetí la historia del telegrama y de la enfermedad de mi padre. Arribo, ahora, al más difícil punto de mi relato. Éste (bueno es que ya lo sepa el lector) no tiene otro argumento que ese diálogo de hace ya medio siglo. No trataré de reproducir sus palabras, irrecuperables ahora. Prefiero resumir con veracidad las muchas cosas que me dijo Ireneo. El estilo indirecto es remoto y débil; yo sé que sacrifico la eficacia de mi relato; que mis lectores se imaginen los entrecortados períodos que me abrumaron esa noche.&lt;br /&gt;Ireneo empezó por enumerar, en latín y español, los casos de memoria prodigiosa registrados por la Naturalis historia: Ciro, rey de los persas, que sabía llamar por su nombre a todos los soldados de sus ejércitos; Mitrídates Eupator, que administraba la justicia en los veintidós idiomas de su imperio; Simónides, inventor de la mnemotecnia; Metrodoro, que profesaba el arte de repetir con fidelidad lo escuchado una sola vez. Con evidente buena fe se maravilló de que tales casos maravillaran. Me dijo que antes de esa tarde lluviosa en que lo volteó el azulejo, él había sido lo que son todos los cristianos: un ciego, un sordo, un abombado, un desmemoriado. (Traté de recordarle su percepción exacta del tiempo, su memoria de nombres propios; no me hizo caso.) Diecinueve años había vivido como quien sueña: miraba sin ver, oía sin oír, se olvidaba de todo, de casi todo. Al caer, perdió el conocimiento; cuando lo recobró, el presente era casi intolerable de tan rico y tan nítido, y también las memorias más antiguas y más triviales. Poco después averiguó que estaba tullido. El hecho apenas le interesó. Razonó (sintió) que la inmovilidad era un precio mínimo. Ahora su percepción y su memoria eran infalibles.&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros, de un vistazo, percibimos tres copas en una mesa; Funes, todos los vástagos y racimos y frutos que comprende una parra. Sabía las formas de las nubes australes del amanecer del 30 de abril de 1882 y podía compararlas en el recuerdo con las vetas de un libro en pasta española que sólo había mirado una vez y con las líneas de la espuma que un remo levantó en el Río Negro la víspera de la acción del Quebracho. Esos recuerdos no eran simples; cada imagen visual estaba ligada a sensaciones musculares, térmicas, etcétera. Podía reconstruir todos los sueños, todos los entre sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Dos o tres veces había reconstruido un día entero; no había dudado nunca, pero cada reconstrucción había requerido un día entero. Me dijo: "Más recuerdos tengo yo solo que los que habrán tenido todos los hombres desde que el mundo es mundo". Y también: "Mis sueños son como la vigilia de ustedes". Y también, hacia el alba: "Mi memoria, señor, es como vaciadero de basuras". Una circunferencia en un pizarrón, un triángulo rectángulo, un rombo, son formas que podemos intuir plenamente; lo mismo le pasaba a Ireneo con las aborrascadas crines de un potro, con una punta de ganado en una cuchilla, con el fuego cambiante y con la innumerable ceniza, con las muchas caras de un muerto en un largo velorio. No sé cuántas estrellas veía en el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Esas cosas me dijo; ni entonces ni después las he puesto en duda. En aquel tiempo no había cinematógrafos ni fonógrafos; es, sin embargo, inverosímil y hasta increíble que nadie hiciera un experimento con Funes. Lo cierto es que vivimos postergando todo lo postergable; tal vez todos sabemos profundamente que somos inmortales y que tarde o temprano, todo hombre hará todas las cosas y sabrá todo. La voz de Funes, desde la oscuridad, seguía hablando. Me dijo que hacia 1886 había discurrido un sistema original de numeración y que en muy pocos días había rebasado el veinticuatro mil. No lo había escrito, porque lo pensado una sola vez ya no podía borrársele.&lt;br /&gt;Su primer estímulo, creo, fue el desagrado de que los treinta y tres orientales requirieran dos signos y tres palabras, en lugar de una sola palabra y un solo signo. Aplicó luego ese disparatado principio a los otros números. En lugar de siete mil trece, decía (por ejemplo) Máximo Pérez; en lugar de siete mil catorce, El Ferrocarril; otros números eran Luis Melián Lafinur, Olimar, azufre, los bastos, la ballena, el gas, la caldera, Napoléon, Agustín de Vedía. En lugar de quinientos, decía nueve. Cada palabra tenía un signo particular, una especie de marca; las últimas eran muy complicadas... Yo traté de explicarle que esa rapsodia de voces inconexas era precisamente lo contrario de un sistema de numeración. Le dije que decir 365 era decir tres centenas, seis decenas, cinco unidades: análisis que no existe en los "números" El Negro Timoteo o manta de carne. Funes no me entendió o no quiso entenderme. Locke, en el siglo xvii, postuló (y reprobó) un idioma imposible en el que cada cosa individual, cada piedra, cada pájaro y cada rama tuviera un nombre propio; Funes proyectó alguna vez un idioma análogo, pero lo desechó por parecerle demasiado general, demasiado ambiguo. En efecto, Funes no sólo recordaba cada hoja de cada árbol de cada monte, sino cada una de las veces que la había percibido o imaginado. Resolvió reducir cada una de sus jornadas pretéritas a unos setenta mil recuerdos, que definiría luego por cifras. Lo disuadieron dos consideraciones: la conciencia de que la tarea era interminable, la conciencia de que era inútil. Pensó que en la hora de la muerte no habría acabado aún de clasificar todos los recuerdos de la niñez.&lt;br /&gt;Los dos proyectos que he indicado (un vocabulario infinito para la serie natural de los números, un inútil catálogo mental de todas las imágenes del recuerdo) son insensatos, pero revelan cierta balbuciente grandeza. Nos dejan vislumbrar o inferír el vertiginoso mundo de Funes. Éste, no lo olvidemos, era casi incapaz de ideas generales, platónicas. No sólo le costaba comprender que el símbolo genérico perro abarcara tantos individuos dispares de diversos tamaños y diversa forma; le molestaba que el perro de las tres y catorce (visto de perfil) tuviera el mismo nombre que el perro de las tres y cuarto (visto de frente). Su propia cara en el espejo, sus propias manos, lo sorprendían cada vez. Refiere Swift que el emperador de Lilliput discernía el movimiento del minutero; Funes discernía continuamente los tranquilos avances de la corrupción, de las caries, de la fatiga. Notaba los progresos de la muerte, de la humedad. Era el solitario y lúcido espectador de un mundo multiforme, instantáneo y casi intolerablemente preciso. Babilonia, Londres y Nueva York han abrumado con feroz esplendor la imaginación de los hombres; nadie, en sus torres populosas o en sus avenidas urgentes, ha sentido el calor y la presión de una realidad tan infatigable como la que día y noche convergía sobre el infeliz Ireneo, en su pobre arrabal sudamericano. Le era muy difícil dormir. Dormir es distraerse del mundo; Funes, de espaldas en el catre, en la sombra, se figuraba cada grieta y cada moldura de las casas precisas que lo rodeaban. (Repito que el menos importante de sus recuerdos era más minucioso y más vivo que nuestra percepción de un goce físico o de un tormento físico.) Hacia el Este, en un trecho no amanzanado, había casas nuevas, desconocidas. Funes las imaginaba negras, compactas, hechas de tiniebla homogénea; en esa dirección volvía la cara para dormir. También solía imaginarse en el fondo del río, mecido y anulado por la corriente.&lt;br /&gt;Había aprendido sin esfuerzo el inglés, el francés, el portugués, el latín. Sospecho, sin embargo, que no era muy capaz de pensar. Pensar es olvidar diferencias, es generalizar, abstraer. En el abarrotado mundo de Funes no había sino detalles, casi inmediatos. La recelosa claridad de la madrugada entró por el patio de tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces vi la cara de la voz que toda la noche había hablado. Ireneo tenía diecinueve años; había nacido en 1868; me pareció monumental como el bronce,&lt;br /&gt;más antiguo que Egipto, anterior a las profecías y a las pirámides. Pensé que cada una de mis palabras (que cada uno de mis gestos) perduraría en su&lt;br /&gt;implacable memoria; me entorpeció el temor de multiplicar ademanes inútiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ireneo Funes murió en 1889, de una congestión pulmonar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www4.loscuentos.net/cuentos/other/3/19/158/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-3265008455522203911?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3265008455522203911/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=3265008455522203911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3265008455522203911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3265008455522203911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/11/caf-y-el-libro.html' title='café y el libro'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-8133880135758575189</id><published>2007-09-25T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:54:57.852Z</updated><title type='text'>Camille Pissarro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlngOA8AMI/AAAAAAAABzA/2KxAN0VuRnI/s1600-h/Camillepissarro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlngOA8AMI/AAAAAAAABzA/2KxAN0VuRnI/s320/Camillepissarro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114232655071412418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille Pissarro&lt;br /&gt;Landscape at Auvers-sur-Oise, 1878&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas. 54 x 65,1 cm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-8133880135758575189?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8133880135758575189/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=8133880135758575189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/8133880135758575189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/8133880135758575189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/09/camille-pissarro.html' title='Camille Pissarro'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlngOA8AMI/AAAAAAAABzA/2KxAN0VuRnI/s72-c/Camillepissarro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-3154091650363802614</id><published>2007-09-25T19:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:51:30.821Z</updated><title type='text'>Van Gogh à Madrid -Septembre 2007-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlmpuA8ALI/AAAAAAAABy4/_8Qsqwahgh0/s1600-h/vangogfieldofpoppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114231718768541874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlmpuA8ALI/AAAAAAAABy4/_8Qsqwahgh0/s320/vangogfieldofpoppies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/img/pretty-rss-button.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Van Gogh devoted his first weeks in Auvers to painting the village's streets and houses, during the month of June he turned to a very different setting: the nearby wheat fields. His views of the open fields suggest the influence of Daubigny and of 17th century Dutch landscape painting. In contrast to these models, however, his new paintings of the landscape around Auvers use a very high horizon. This functions to focus our attention on the pictorial handling, which suggests the texture and movement of the ears of wheat. In the fields painted by Van Gogh in Auvers we no longer see the figures of sowers or harvesters found in his earlier rural compositions. The fields are now empty of human presence, houses or any other narrative element. While the picturesque prevailed in the artist's views of the village, now he expresses the sublime, which is associated with the idea of the infinite. In a letter of this time Van Gogh wrote: "I myself am quite absorbed in the inmense plain with wheatfields against the hills, boundless as a sea". The sublime is an aesthetic value close to the tragic: "They are vast fields of wheat under troubled skies, and I did not need to go out of my way to try to express sadness and extreme loneliness".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-3154091650363802614?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.museothyssen.org/thyssen/exposiciones/WebExposiciones/2007/van_gogh/museo/museo3_ing.html' title='Van Gogh à Madrid -Septembre 2007-3'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3154091650363802614/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=3154091650363802614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3154091650363802614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3154091650363802614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/09/van-gogh-madrid-septembre-2007-3.html' title='Van Gogh à Madrid -Septembre 2007-3'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlmpuA8ALI/AAAAAAAABy4/_8Qsqwahgh0/s72-c/vangogfieldofpoppies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-2737637715356236161</id><published>2007-09-25T19:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:50:16.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Van Gogh à Madrid -Septembre 2007-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlmNeA8AKI/AAAAAAAAByw/ovp8OJ8r53Q/s1600-h/vangogTwilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114231233437237410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlmNeA8AKI/AAAAAAAAByw/ovp8OJ8r53Q/s320/vangogTwilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/img/pretty-rss-button.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of June 1890, Van Gogh started to use a new canvas format measuring 50 x 100 cm. Between June and July he painted a cycle of thirteen paintings (twelve landscapes and a portrait) using this shape of canvas. Most were devoted to the wheat fields around Auvers but he also painted other aspects of the rural scene such as the old thatched cottages and new houses, a garden, a wood, a path at dusk, and hills under the rain. The result was an entire panorama of rural life. The present exhibition includes three paintings from this series: Landscape at Twilight, Daubigny's Garden and Undergrowth with Two Figures, all of which are particularly imbued with symbolic resonances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-2737637715356236161?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2737637715356236161/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=2737637715356236161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/2737637715356236161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/2737637715356236161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/09/van-gogh-madrid-septembre-2007-2.html' title='Van Gogh à Madrid -Septembre 2007-2'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RvlmNeA8AKI/AAAAAAAAByw/ovp8OJ8r53Q/s72-c/vangogTwilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-8063324970351085798</id><published>2007-09-25T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:00:05.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Van Gogh à Madrid -Septembre 2007</title><content type='html'>Je suis  allé  à Madrid;  pour un séminaire d'IAIDO de trois  jours à ZanshinMadrid  , notre dojo  frère. J'ai eu  le bonheur d'être invité par les responsables du  dojo  à l'expo de Van Gogh. Que du Bonheur !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rvll1-A8AJI/AAAAAAAAByo/z_kTAw707eg/s1600-h/vangog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114230829710311570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rvll1-A8AJI/AAAAAAAAByo/z_kTAw707eg/s320/vangog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 20 May 1890, Vincent van Gogh got off the train at Auvers-sur- Oise, a village situated 35 kilometres from Paris. The artist had recently left the mental asylum at Saint-Rémy and came to Auvers in search of better health and tranquillity, hoping to start a new life and a new cycle in his work as a painter. Just two months later, however, on 27 July, in the fields near the château de Léry, Van Gogh shot himself with a revolver, dying in agony in the early morning of 29 July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Van Gogh was still a patient at Saint-Rémy his brother Theo had been looking for a peaceful rural location close to Paris where Vincent could lead an independent life but discreetly watched over by a trusted friend. The painter Camille Pissarro suggested the name of Paul-Ferdinand Gachet, a doctor, amateur artist and old friend of some of the Impressionist painters including Pissarro himself, Cézanne and others. Gachet lived in Auvers-sur-Oise, which was one hour by train from the capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Gogh's Auvers period was brief but extremely productive: in just seventy days the artist produced more than seventy paintings and around thirty drawings. This frenzied rhythm suggests a desperate race against time, as if the artist himself felt his days to be numbered. Before his arrival in Auvers, Vincent had spent three days in Paris at his brother's house where he had been able to see his own paintings, which literally covered the walls of the apartment and were piled up under the bed, the sofa and under the cupboards. This experience of seeing all his work together for the first time had a profound affect on Van Gogh and would determine his work over the following weeks, the last of his life. His final paintings would be a sort of recapitulation or epilogue to his entire career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-8063324970351085798?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8063324970351085798/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=8063324970351085798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/8063324970351085798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/8063324970351085798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/09/van-gogh-madrid-septembre-2007.html' title='Van Gogh à Madrid -Septembre 2007'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rvll1-A8AJI/AAAAAAAAByo/z_kTAw707eg/s72-c/vangog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-2657649221415852386</id><published>2007-09-12T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:05:09.070Z</updated><title type='text'>::la femme:: de Modigliani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RueraD1zExI/AAAAAAAABxI/RDHnoOYB6kU/s1600-h/amodigliani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/RueraD1zExI/AAAAAAAABxI/RDHnoOYB6kU/s320/amodigliani.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109240766471017234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche  mais   comment le faire  face à une belle femme  offerte?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-2657649221415852386?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/2657649221415852386/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=2657649221415852386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/2657649221415852386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rûmi&lt;/strong&gt; fuit avec sa famille devant le cataclysme mongol de 1220-1222 en Asie centrale et s'installe à Konya, capitale des Seldjoukides de Roum (anciens territoires "romains", c'est-à-dire byzantins, en Anatolie), d'ou son surnom de Roumi (romain, byzantin, Anatolien).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il existe une demi-douzaine de transcriptions du prénom Djalal-el-dine, « majesté de la religion » (de djalal, majesté, et dine, religion, mémoire, culte). Shams ed-Din peut être traduit par « soleil de la religion ».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rûmi a également repris à son compte les fables d'Ésope dans son principal ouvrage le "Masnavi" ("Mathnawî", "Mesnevi"), que La Fontaine retraduira partiellement à son tour en français. Les Turcs et les Iraniens d'aujourd'hui continuent d'aimer ses poèmes. Reconnu de son vivant comme un saint, Djalaleddine Roumi avait des prises de position assez révolutionnaires par rapport aux pouvoirs politiques et au dogme musulman. Il aimait à fréquenter les chrétiens et les juifs tout autant que ses frères en religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On l'appelait aussi Molâna (prononcé en turc Mevlana), « notre maître ». Son nom est intimement lié à l'ordre des “derviches tourneurs” ou mevlevis, une des principale confrérie mystique de l'Islam, qu'il fonda dans la ville de Konya en Turquie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-266088832737834570?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/266088832737834570/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=266088832737834570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/266088832737834570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/266088832737834570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/08/dondum-mevlana-gibi.html' title='::Dondum mevlana  gibi::'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-6626965916024101339</id><published>2007-08-30T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:39:57.027Z</updated><title type='text'>A  sufi  music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIIvdbHm0j0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIIvdbHm0j0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« La vérité est un miroir tombé de la main de Dieu et qui s'est brisé. Chacun en ramasse un fragment et dit que toute la vérité s'y trouve »&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-6626965916024101339?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/6626965916024101339/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=6626965916024101339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/6626965916024101339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/6626965916024101339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/08/nice-clarnet-performance.html' title='A  sufi  music'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-8779899932169140478</id><published>2007-08-30T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:35:36.458Z</updated><title type='text'>Maîtres  de la photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I80OC5gGjsA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I80OC5gGjsA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-8779899932169140478?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/8779899932169140478/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=8779899932169140478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/8779899932169140478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/8779899932169140478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/08/matres-la-photo.html' title='Maîtres  de la photo'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-4907624560297973890</id><published>2007-08-09T21:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:54:23.567Z</updated><title type='text'>::Robots  &amp; Arts::  in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rrt79FPkbqI/AAAAAAAABtE/2pUCpT3XReo/s1600-h/9784770030122L.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096803692609564322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rrt79FPkbqI/AAAAAAAABtE/2pUCpT3XReo/s320/9784770030122L.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous savons tous que le Japon est un pays où le Robot et les études robotiques sont en avances sur l'Europe. Au délà de son aspect universitaire et industriel , le domaine du Robotique fait partie des hobbies des japonais. J'ai visité le musée et shop "ROBOTS" du Japon. J' ai été bien tenté d'acheter un mais vu le prix il m'était difficile d'en acquérir un. Mais un jour je ne désespère pas ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicker pour voir les photos sur la vignette ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2197142370045066704mzykhl"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00534" src="http://thumb4.webshots.net/t/50/550/1/42/37/2197142370045066704mzykhl_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le lien  pour le livre :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingthemachine.com/"&gt;About the Book Back &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the Machine&lt;br /&gt;The Art and Science of Japanese Robots&lt;br /&gt;Timothy N. Hornyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the amazing automatons of feudal Japan to giant animated robots and the cutting-edge androids of today, Loving the Machine is a fascinating journey of passion and discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan stands out for its long love affair with humanoid robots, a phenomenon that is creating what will likely be the world's first mass robot culture. While U.S. companies have produced robot vacuum cleaners and war machines, Japan has created humanoids and pet robots as entertaining friends. While the U.S. makes movies like "Robocop" and "The Terminator", Japan is responsible for the friendly Mighty Atom, Aibo and Asimo. While the U.S. sponsors robot-on-robot destruction contests, Japan's feature tasks that mimic nonviolent human activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can account for Japan's unique relationship with robots as potential colleagues in life, rather than as potential adversaries? This book attempts to answer this fundamental query by looking at Japan's histrorical connections with robots, its present fascination and leading technologies, and what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Edo-period humanoid automatons, through popular animation icons and into the high-tech labs of today's researchers in robotic motion and intelligence, the author traces a fascinating trail of passion and development.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-4907624560297973890?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4907624560297973890/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=4907624560297973890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/4907624560297973890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/4907624560297973890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/08/robots-arts-in-japan.html' title='::Robots  &amp; Arts::  in Japan'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rrt79FPkbqI/AAAAAAAABtE/2pUCpT3XReo/s72-c/9784770030122L.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-759993775724137441</id><published>2007-08-07T20:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:50:37.371Z</updated><title type='text'>::  Artworks  on Japaneese caligraphy::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/img/pretty-rss-button.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F447172190OHFCPM%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D447172190%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fentertainment.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F447172190OHFCPM&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fentertainment.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F447172190OHFCPM&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="325" height="284" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/album/447172190OHFCPM"&gt;calligraphies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-759993775724137441?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/759993775724137441/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=759993775724137441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/759993775724137441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/759993775724137441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/08/art-works-on-japeneese-caligraphy.html' title='::  Artworks  on Japaneese caligraphy::'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-589827862502015421</id><published>2007-02-20T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:52:52.959Z</updated><title type='text'>Cengiz Khan and his Heirs - The Great Mongolian Empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rdte-q9hapI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Dl2V0SIZaiU/s1600-h/ana_resim.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033721439293893266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rdte-q9hapI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Dl2V0SIZaiU/s320/ana_resim.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Mongol Empire enjoyed its golden age in the 13th and 14th centuries, as it spread from the Pacific seaboard to Central Europe, leaving lasting traces on every people and culture with which it came in contact. The Mongols were not only outstanding warriors, but superb administrators of the lands and peoples they ruled. An efficient system of government, measures to encourage trade, an advanced communications and transportion system, and cultural and religious tolerance were the building stones of the Pax Mongolica. The extensive commerce and exchange of thought and culture between Asia and Europe that resulted continued until the 16th century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-589827862502015421?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/589827862502015421/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=589827862502015421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/589827862502015421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/589827862502015421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2007/02/cengiz-khan-and-his-heirs-great.html' title='Cengiz Khan and his Heirs - The Great Mongolian Empire'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jCQOD5A-Uk/Rdte-q9hapI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Dl2V0SIZaiU/s72-c/ana_resim.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-4956771237173820211</id><published>2006-12-30T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:53:16.718Z</updated><title type='text'>zeugma:: an archelogy of  lost world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zeugmaweb.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zeugmaweb.com/zeugma/images/zeugmaban.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeugma’nın asıl önemi, kazılarla ancak küçük bir bölümü ortaya çıkarılabilen Roma Villaları ve bu villaların tabanlarını süsleyen mozaiklerdir. Benzerleri Türkiye sınırları içerisinde sadece Ephesus (Efes) Antik kentinde görülen bu yamaç villaları arkeolojik açıdan büyük önem taşımaktadır. Sadece A bölgesi kazılarında gün ışığına çıkarılan mozaiklerin alanının 1000 metrekareyi bulması Zeugma’nın tam anlamıyla bir mozaik kenti olduğunu ortaya çıkarıyor. Yapılan araştırmalar sonucunda uzmanlar Zeugma’daki kazıların tamamlanmasıyla Gaziantep Müzesi’nin dünyanın en büyük mozaik müzesi haline dönüşeceğini söylüyor. Yolların kesişme noktasında bulunması ve ticaret ve garnizon kenti olması Zeugma’yı sanatçıların gözünde çekici yapmış. Emekli olan subaylar bile kente yerleşmeye başlamışlar. Güvenli ve zengin bir kent olan Zeugma’ya dönemin en iyi sanatçıları akın etmeye başlamışlar. Böylelikle sanatçılar , kentte, günümüzde olaylar yaratan mozaikler, freskler ve heykeller bırakmışlardır. Zeugma çağımız yöneticilerinin nedenini bilmedikleri biçimde zenginleşirken, kültür ve güzel sanatlarda da gelişimini sürdürmüştür. Kentin hemen tam karşı kıyısında bulunan ve şimdi çoktan sular altında kalan Apameia kenti ise Helenistik çağdan sonra Zeugma’nın her alandaki rekabetine dayanamayınca terkedilmiştir. M.S.2.yüzyılda Zeugma’yı Apameia’ya bağlayan , ağaç kütüklerinden yapılmış salların oluşturduğu ahşap bir köprü bulunuyormuş. Zeugma’daki villa tipi yerleşimler , bu köprünün Fırat kıyısından başlayarak , batı yönünde yaklaşık 300- 350 metre yüksekliğindeki Belkıs Tepesi’nin üstündeki Akropolis’in eteklerine kadar ulaşmıştır. Yamaçların güney ve batı bölgesi nekropol (mezarlık) , doğu ve kuzeydoğu tarafı mahalleler, kuzey kesimi ise yönetsel bölümler ve lejyon bölgesiydi. Akropolis’in üzerinde ise Zeugma sikkelerinde sıkça rastlanan Tykhe (talih ve kader tanrıçası ) Tapınağı bulunmaktaydı. Zeugma’nın genel topoğrafik yapısı , tam bir yamaç kenti görünümündeydi. Helenistik dönemde başlayan villa geleneğine göre , yüksek ve manzaralı alanlar seçiliyordu. Roma dönemine gelince , yüksek yerlerde oturmak, asillere özgü bir tercih ve ayrıcalık olarak kabul edilmekteydi. nedenle kent ve villaları , arkasındaki tepelere doğru açılmış taraçalar üzerinde konumlandırılmıştı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANAT HARİKASI MOZAİKLER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir mozaik panosunda çok değişik malzemenin kullanılması gerekiyor. Ancak gelişim süreci içinde ele alındığında yüzeydeki süsleme malzemesinin köklü değişiklikler geçirdiğini görüyoruz. Mozaikte ilkin süsleme unsuru olarak farklı renklerde ve çoğunlukla da siyah-beyaz çakıl taşları kullanılmıştır. Zaman içerisinde çakıl taşlarının çeşitli renklerde boyandığına tanık oluyoruz. Bu dönemde çakılların traşlanmış örneklerine de rastlanmıştır. Ancak taşların gerçek traşlanması “ Tesserae “ denilen teknik önce eski Yunan , sonraları da Roma mozaiklerinde kendini göstermiştir. Bu teknikte taşlar kübik, dörtgen ve üçgen prizmalar biçiminde önceden kesilip, hazırlanır. Ardından mozaik panosuna işlenirdi. Tesserae’nin keşfi mozaiği resimsel tarzda yapma arzusundan doğduğu sanılmaktadır. Antik çağın en önemli mozaikleri çakıl ve camdan yapılmış, Tesserae’lerden üretilmiştir. Taştan sonra en önemli mozaik süsleme malzemesi camdır. İlk kez M.Ö.3. ve 1.yy.’lar arasında Helenistik çağda görülmüş ve sanatçılara sınırsız bir renk kullanma olanağı vermiştir. Bu iki ana maddenin dışında mermer , kiremit parçaları , seramik Tesserae’ler , Terrekota parçalar ve nihayet altın ile gümüş kullanılmıştır. Bu son ikisi ilkin Romalılar tarafından uygulanmıştır. Altın Tesserae’lerin roma dönemine ait ilk örneklerine Antakya döşeme mozaiklerinde M.Ö. 300’lerden sonra görmekteyiz. Genç Hıristiyan ve Bizans mozaikleri döneminde altın Tesserae’lerin Tanrı ve İsa tasvirlerinde gümüş ise 2.derecede önemli kişilerde kullanılmıştır. Teknik ve malzemenin yanı sıra kullanılan harcın kendisi de büyük önem taşıyordu. Roma döneminde harç yüzeye iki üç kat oluşturacak şekilde ve Tesserae yüzeyi taşıyacak şekilde seriliyordu. Birinci kat harcın dibe çökmemesi için harç hamuru sık döşenmiş taşların üzerine çatlamaları önlemek amacıyla yerleştirilirdi. Yer mozaiklerinden başka duvar mozaikleri için de aynı uygulama dikkatle hazırlanır ve her durumda su geçirmeyen bir reçine ye da katran tabakası harçtan önce uygulanırdı. Ardından iki sıra kaba pürüzlü ve duvarın eklem yerlerinde çivilerle kuvvetlendirilmiş ikinci harç tabakası gelirdi. Üçüncü kat ise , oldukça koyu hazırlanmıştır. Ve yapıştırıcı olarak bileşiminde mermer tozu ve dövülmüş tuğla içermekteydi. Roma mozaikleri yapılış olarak ikiye ayrılabiliyor. Birincisi küçük küplerin yan yana konmasından meydana gelmiş Opustesselatum denilen tarz. Dörtgen ve prizmatik küplerden yapılmış olan desen çalışma bittiğinde değişik renklere boyanırdı. İkinci tekniğe ise Opusvermicilatum ya da minyatür mozaik deniyordu. Bu teknikte taşların doğal renkleri korunur ve küçük mozaik parçaları resmin gidişine göre dizilirdi. Ancak bu dizilme nedeni ile taşlar adeta bir solucan gibi uzayıp giderdi. Opusvermicilatum da zaten bu anlama gelmektedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARES (MARS) HEYKELİ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeugmada bulunan bir diğer önemli buluntu da Roma dönemine ait 1,50 m boyunda bronz bir Mars heykeli. Eski Yunan’ da savaş tanrısı olan “Ares’ in Romalı karşılığı Mars heykelin ilk temizlik bakımını yapan arkeolog Fatma Bulgan’ a göre “Mars Roma’ da çok önemli bir tanrı. Bereketi ve gücü simgeliyor. Bilindiği gibi Mars savaşçı bir tanrı ve bu kararteriyle kente çok uyuyor. Ayrıca, Fırat kıyısında bereketli topraklar üzerinde kurulmuş bir kent. Bu nedenle Mars’ ın Zeugma için çok önemli olduğunu düşünüyoruz. Yaklaşık 1800 yıl toprağın altında kalan bronz heykelin üzerini sert bir kalker tabakası kaplamış. Bunun temizlenmesi oldukça güç. Çünkü, eserin özgün bronz yapısını bozmadan ve oksitlenmeyi harekete geçirmeden bu temizlenmeyi yapmak uzmanca, titiz bir çalışmayı gerektirir. Mars heykelinin üzerinde birde yanık izi var. Arkeologlar bunun M.S 252’ de Parthlar ‘ın, Zeugma’yı ele geçirerek yakıp yıkmasından kalan izler olduğunu düşünüyorlar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-4956771237173820211?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/4956771237173820211/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=4956771237173820211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/4956771237173820211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/4956771237173820211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/12/zeugma-archelogy-of-lost-world.html' title='zeugma:: an archelogy of  lost world'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-3802898771266116481</id><published>2006-12-28T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:52:25.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Language Faily Trees</title><content type='html'>Je me pose depuis longtemps  la question de l'origine des AINUS qui vivent dans le nord du Japon.  Cette curosité  m'ammène  à chercher  les points  points communs  qui puissent exister entre ce peuple  ( dans le nord du Japon)  et sa proximité  avec la Russie  et en particulier  le detroit de Bering qui aurait pu  éventuellement  servir  un point de passage   entre  la diaspora des peuples turcs de l'Asie centrale et le Nord du Japon.&lt;br /&gt;En clicant sur le  lien Ainus , nous avons une explication ( parmi tant d'autres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Family Trees&lt;br /&gt;Altaic, Turkic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=90009"&gt;Altaic&lt;/a&gt;  (66)&lt;br /&gt;Turkic (40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=92732"&gt;Bolgar&lt;/a&gt; (1)&lt;br /&gt;Chuvash  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=chv"&gt;chv&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUE"&gt;Russia (Europe)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=90794"&gt;Eastern&lt;/a&gt; (7)&lt;br /&gt;Ainu  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=aib"&gt;aib&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=CN"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Chagatai  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=chg"&gt;chg&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=TM"&gt;Turkmenistan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ili Turki  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=ili"&gt;ili&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=CN"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Uyghur  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=uig"&gt;uig&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=CN"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Uzbek, Northern  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=uzn"&gt;uzn&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=UZ"&gt;Uzbekistan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Uzbek, Southern  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=uzs"&gt;uzs&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=AF"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Yugur, West  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=ybe"&gt;ybe&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=CN"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=92721"&gt;Northern&lt;/a&gt; (8)&lt;br /&gt;Altai, Southern  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=alt"&gt;alt&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Altai, Northern  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=atv"&gt;atv&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Shor  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=cjs"&gt;cjs&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Dolgan  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=dlg"&gt;dlg&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Karagas  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=kim"&gt;kim&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Khakas  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=kjh"&gt;kjh&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Yakut  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=sah"&gt;sah&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Tuvin  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=tyv"&gt;tyv&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=90026"&gt;Southern&lt;/a&gt; (12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=90027"&gt;Azerbaijani&lt;/a&gt; (5)&lt;br /&gt;Azerbaijani, South  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=azb"&gt;azb&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=IR"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Azerbaijani, North  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=azj"&gt;azj&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=AZ"&gt;Azerbaijan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Khalaj, Turkic  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=klj"&gt;klj&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=IR"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Qashqa'i  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=qxq"&gt;qxq&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=IR"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Salchuq  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=slq"&gt;slq&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=IR"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Crimean Turkish  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=crh"&gt;crh&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=UZ"&gt;Uzbekistan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Salar  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=slr"&gt;slr&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=CN"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=90038"&gt;Turkish&lt;/a&gt; (4)&lt;br /&gt;Balkan Gagauz Turkish  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=bgx"&gt;bgx&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=TRE"&gt;Turkey (Europe)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Gagauz  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=gag"&gt;gag&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=MD"&gt;Moldova&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Khorasani Turkish  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=kmz"&gt;kmz&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=IR"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Turkish  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=tur"&gt;tur&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=TRA"&gt;Turkey (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=92878"&gt;Turkmenian&lt;/a&gt; (1)&lt;br /&gt;Turkmen  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=tuk"&gt;tuk&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=TM"&gt;Turkmenistan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=90011"&gt;Western&lt;/a&gt; (11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=90094"&gt;Aralo-Caspian&lt;/a&gt; (4)&lt;br /&gt;Karakalpak  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=kaa"&gt;kaa&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=UZ"&gt;Uzbekistan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Kazakh  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=kaz"&gt;kaz&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=KZ"&gt;Kazakhstan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Kirghiz  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=kir"&gt;kir&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=KG"&gt;Kyrgyzstan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Nogai  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=nog"&gt;nog&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUE"&gt;Russia (Europe)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=90012"&gt;Ponto-Caspian&lt;/a&gt; (4)&lt;br /&gt;Judeo-Crimean Tatar  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=jct"&gt;jct&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=UZ"&gt;Uzbekistan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Karaim  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=kdr"&gt;kdr&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=LT"&gt;Lithuania&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Karachay-Balkar  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=krc"&gt;krc&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUE"&gt;Russia (Europe)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Kumyk  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=kum"&gt;kum&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUE"&gt;Russia (Europe)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_family.asp?subid=92727"&gt;Uralian&lt;/a&gt; (3)&lt;br /&gt;Bashkir  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=bak"&gt;bak&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUE"&gt;Russia (Europe)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Chulym  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=clw"&gt;clw&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUA"&gt;Russia (Asia)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Tatar  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=tat"&gt;tat&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=RUE"&gt;Russia (Europe)&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Urum  [&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_language.asp?code=uum"&gt;uum&lt;/a&gt;] (&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/show_country.asp?name=GE"&gt;Georgia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/family_index.asp"&gt;Language Family Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This web edition of the Ethnologue contains all the content of the &lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/print.asp"&gt;print edition&lt;/a&gt; and may be cited as:Gordon, Raymond G., Jr. (ed.), 2005. Ethnologue: Languages of the World, Fifteenth edition. Dallas, Tex.: SIL International. Online version: &lt;a href="http://www.ethnologue.com/"&gt;http://www.ethnologue.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-3802898771266116481?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/3802898771266116481/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=3802898771266116481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3802898771266116481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/3802898771266116481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/12/language-faily-trees.html' title='Language Faily Trees'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-116090619657058672</id><published>2006-10-15T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:21:58.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Liens sur BORGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Bu62HYqeBU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Bu62HYqeBU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-www.internetaleph.com, el sitio dedicado a Borges de Martín Hadis www.internetaleph.com- la vida y la obra de Jorge Luis Borges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·The Jorge Luis Borges Center for Studies &amp; Documentation&lt;br /&gt;www.hum.au.dk/romansk/borges/english.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Jorge Luis Borges Collection&lt;br /&gt;www.fst.com.ar/homeing.htm.borges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The Fundación Cultural Iberoamericana in collaboration with the Embassy of Argentina and Hispanic Culture Review of George Mason University www.mason.gmu.edu/~rberroa/borges.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Excerpts from Jorge Luis Borges "The Library of Babel www.dgp.toronto.edu/people/modjeska/Cities/borges.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Fantastic Philosophy: A www site devoted to Jorge Luis Borges y Italo Calvino www.mtsu.edu/~dlavery/fantphil.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Jorge Luis Borges en fotos&lt;br /&gt;www.literatura.org/Borges/Borges_Fotos/Borges_Fotos.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·The Garden of Forking Paths: A Jorge Luis Borges Web Site www.rpg.net/quail/libyrinth/borges/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·The Garden of Jorge Luis Borges&lt;br /&gt;www.sccs.swarthmore.edu/~pwillen1/lit/index3.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Argentime, The Argentine Review By Horacio Salas www.argentime.com/eng/issues/001/borges.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Jorge Luis Borges&lt;br /&gt;www.kirjasto.sci.fi/jlborges.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·The Works of Borges&lt;br /&gt;www.kaka.cosc.canterbury.ac.nz/~wolfgang/WWW.BorgesWorks.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Telecom Argentina - internautas h/artes.html&lt;br /&gt;www.telecom.com.ar/internautas/englis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Borges Center. Bibliografía de Borges (A. Louis &amp; Florian Ziche)&lt;br /&gt;www.hum.au.dk/romansk/borges/louis/abrev.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Borges: prodigios y secretos ESFERA. 42&lt;br /&gt;www.el-mundo.es/esfera/99/42/borges.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El arte de la lectura: encuentros con Jorge Luis Borges. Dos escritores en su Centenario: Borges y Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;www.nexos.com.mx/internos/saladelectura/borges6.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Jorge Luis Borges studies&lt;br /&gt;www.members.tripod.com/crist_az/BORGES.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-116090619657058672?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/116090619657058672/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=116090619657058672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/116090619657058672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/116090619657058672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/10/liens-sur-borges.html' title='Liens sur BORGES'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-116090613219808009</id><published>2006-10-15T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:17:18.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986)</title><content type='html'>Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/srsAvjSFPxM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/srsAvjSFPxM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentine poet, essayist, and short-story writer, whose tales of fantasy and dreamworlds are classics of the 20th-century world literature. Borges was profoundly influenced by European culture, English literature, and such thinkers as Berkeley, who argued that there is no material substance; the sensible world consists only of ideas, which exists for so long as they are perceived. Most of Borges's tales embrace universal themes - the often recurring circular labyrinth can be seen as a metaphor of life or a riddle which theme is time. Although Borges's name was mentioned in speculations about Nobel Prize, Borges never became a Nobel Laureate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "When the end draws near, there no longer remain any remembered images; only words remain. It is not strange that time should have confused the words that once represented me with those that were symbols of the fate of he who accompanied me for so many centuries. I have been Homer; shortly, I shall be On One, like Ulysses; shortly, I shall be all men; I shall be dead." (from 'The Immortal')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Luis Borges was born in Buenos Aires. His family included British ancestry and he learned English before Spanish. His father, of Italian, Jewish, and English heritage, was a lawyer and a psychology teacher, who demonstrated the paradoxes of Zeno on a chessboard for his son. In the large house was also a library and garden which enchanted Borges's imagination. Borges's mother was a translator; she lived far into her 90's. In 1914 the family moved to Geneva, where Borges learned French and German and received his B.A. from the Collège of Geneva. According to a story, Borges's father, worried about his son's sexual initation, sent him to a prostitute in the red-light district area, the Place Dubourg de Four. There Borges started to think that his father was her "client". Borges's visit failed miserably and perhaps contributed to his lifelong difficulties with women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After World War I the Borges family lived in Spain, where he was a member of avant-garde Ultraist literary group. His first poem, 'Hymn to the Sea,' written in the style of Walt Whitman, was published in the magazine Grecia. In 1921 Borges settled in Buenos Aires. There he started his career as a writer by publishing poems and essays in literary journals. Among his friends was the philosopher Macedonio Fernandez, whose dedication linguistic problems influenced his thought. Borges's first collection of poetry was FERVOR DE BUENOS AIRES (1923). He contributed to the avant-garde review Martin Fierro, and co-founded the journal Proa (1924-26). Sur, founded in 1931 by Borges's friend Victor Ocampo, became Argentina's most important literary journal. Borges was its chief contributor for decades. He also served as literary adviser for the publishing house Emecé Editores, worked as a literary editor of the Saturday Color Magazine of the tabloid newspaper Crítica, and wrote weekly columns for El Hogar from 1936 to 1939. As a critic Borges gained fame with interpretations of the Argentine classics. His writings displayed a deep knowledge of European and American literature, in particular for such writers as Poe, Stevenson, Kipling, Shaw, Chesterton, Whitman, Emerson, and Twain. He also translated Virginia Woolf's Orlando, Henri Michaux's A Barbarian in Asia, Herman Melville's Bartleby the Scrivener, and William Faulkner's The Wild Palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borges's father died in 1938, a great blow because the two had been unusually close. Borges also suffered a severe head wound. He developed a blood poisoning and nearly died. The experience freed in him deep forces of creativity, and at the hospital, where he spent several weeks, he wrote several of his most important stories. His first collection, EL JARDÍN DE SENDEROS QUE SE BIFURCAN (1941) was nominated for the National Literary Prize, but a lesser book was awarded, in spite of a special issue by Sur, in which a number of his friends and acquaintances expressed their support. Later collections include FICCIÓNES (1944), EL ALEPH (1949), and EL EL HACEDOR (1960). Borges's interest in fantasy was shared by another well-known Argentine writer of fiction, Adolfo Bioy Casares, with whom Borges coauthored under the pseudonym H. Bustos Domecq several collections of tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1937 Borges worked as a cataloguer at the Miguel Cane branch of the Buenos Aires Municipal Library. The job did not interest him and he usually disappeared into the basement to read (especially Kafka), write, and translate. The never-ending process of cataloguing inspired one of Borges's most famous short stories, 'The Library of Babel' (1941), in which the faithful catalog of the Library is supplemented with "thousands and thousands of false catalogs, the proof of the falsity of those false catalogs, a proof of the falsity of the true catalog". Borges spent nine years at the suburban library. He was fired in 1946 from his post by the Péron regime, and appointed poultry inspector for Buenos Aires Municipal Market, a position he declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borges's political opinions were not considered inoffensive. As a sign of negative attention, an attempt was made to bomb the house where Borges lived with his mother. His sister was imprisoned and his mother was placed under house arrest. With he help Miguel Cohen-Miller, a psychotherapist, Borges managed to overcome his shyness and he could accept lecture offers. Dr Cohen-Miller also noted that Borges was exaggerated sensitive, had guilt feeling and fear of sex. Later Estela Canto, whom Borges met in 1944, wrote in Borges a contraluz (1989), that Borges's attitude toward sex was one of "panic and terror".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1946 Borges took over the editorship of Los Annales de Buenos Aires, an academic magazine. After Peron's deposition in 1955 Borges became Director of the National Library. "I speak of God's splendid irony in granting me at once 800 000 book and darkness," Borges noted alluding to his now almost complete blindness. Borges also was professor of English literature at the University of Buenos Aires, and taught there from 1955 to 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "A librarian wearing dark glasses asked him: 'What are you looking for?' Hladik answered: 'I am looking for God.' The librarian said to him: 'God is in one of the letters on one of the pages of one of the four hundred thousand volumes of the Clementine. My fathers and the fathers of my fathers have searched for this letter; I have grown blind seeking it.'" (from 'The Secret Miracle') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borges shared the Prix Formentor with Samuel Beckett in 1961. After the death of his mother, his constant companion, Borges started his series of visits to countries all over the world, continuing traveling until his death. In 1967 Borges began a five-year period of collaboration with Norman Thomas di Giovanni, and gained new fame in the English-speaking world. When Juan Perón was again elected president in 1973, Borges resigned as director of the National Library. Despite his opposition to Perón and later to the junta, his support to liberal causes were considered too ambiguous. "If he thinks like a dinosaur, that has nothing to do with my thinking," said once the Chilean poet and Nobel Laureate Pablo Neruda. "He doesn't understand a thing about what's happening in the modern world, and he thinks I don't either." In 1980 Borges signed protests against the political repression and the "disappeared". In 1982 he condemned the Falkland Islands War - "Two bald men fighting over a comb" was his cited comment in the international media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borges, who had long suffered from eye problems, was totally blind in his last decades. He had a congenital defect that had afflicted several generations on his father's side of the family. However, he continued to publish several books, among them EL LIBRO DE LOS SERES IMAGINARIOS (1967), EL INFORME DE BRODIE (1970), and EL LIBRO DE ARENA (1975). "I need books," he once said. "They mean everything to me." In New Orleas he developed a passion to jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borges moved in 1985 permanently to Geneva, Switzerland. There he died of liver cancer on June 14, 1986, and was buried at the old Pleinpalais Cemetery. Borges was married twice. In 1967 he married his old friend, the recently widowed Elsa Asteta Millán, whom he had met decades ago when she was just seventeen. The marriage lasted three years. After legal separation, Borges moved back in with his mother. His last years Borges lived with María Kodama, his assistant; they married on 22 April in 1986. The relationship brought much happiness in the authors life. Kodoma had earlier participated in Borges's Old English study group and earned doctorate in English from the University of Buenos Aires. In 1984 they produced an account of their journeys in different places of the world, with text by Borges and photographs by Kodoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borges's fictional universe was born from his vast and esoteric readings in literature, philosophy, and theology. He sees man's search for meaning in an infinite universe as a fruitless effort. In the universe of energy, mass, and speed of light, Borges considers the central riddle time, not space. "He believed in an infinite series of times, in a growing, dizzying net of divergent, convergent and parallel times. This network of times which approached one another, forked, broke off, or were unaware of one another for centuries, embraces all possibilities of time." The theological speculations of Gnosticism and the Cabala gave ideas for many of his plots. Borges has told in an interview that when he was a boy, he found an engraving of the seven wonders of the world, one of which portrayed a circular labyrinth. It frightened him and the maze has been one of his recurrent nightmares. "Almost instantly, I understood: 'The garden of forking paths' was the chaotic novel; the phrase 'the various futures (not to all)' suggested to me the forking in time, not in space. A broad rereading of the work confirmed the theory. In all fictional works, each time a man is confronted with several alternatives, he chooses one and eliminates the others; in the fiction of Ts'ui Pên, he chooses - simultaneously - all of them. He creates, in this way, diverse futures, diverse time which themselves also proliferate and fork." (from 'The Garden of Forking Paths')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another recurrent image is the mirror, which reflects different identities. The idea for the short story 'Borges y yo' was came from the double, who was looking at him - the alter ego, the other I. There is a well-known man, who writes his stories, a name in some biographical dictionary, and the real person. "So my life is a point-counterpoint, a kind of fugue, and a falling away - and everything winds up being lost to me, and everything falls into oblivion, or into the hands of the other man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influenced by the English philosopher George Berkeley (1685-1753), Borges played with the idea that concrete reality may consist only of mental perceptions. The "real world" is only one possible in the infinite series of realities. These themes were examined among others in the classical short stories 'The Garden of Forking Paths' and 'Death and the Compass', in which Borges showed his fondness of detective formula. In the story the calm, rational detective and adventurer Erik Lönnrot (referring to the philologist/poet Elias Lönnrot, 1802-1884, the collector of Kalevala poems) finds himself trapped in cryptographic labyrinths in a fantastical city, while attempting to solve a series of crimes. However, Borges's Lönnrot has more in common with C. Auguste Dupin, Sherlock Holmes and Father Brown and their amazing powers of deduction than with the Finnish namesake, who traveled in the northwest Russia to collected ancient poems. The Kalevala was created by Lönnrot, edited from poems of his own and a number of separate poems and poem-fragments he had received from rune-singers. In similar way, Erik Lönnrot creates a coherent story from a series of crimes by interpreting cryptic messages and filling the holes with his own insights. Detective stories bring order into chaos. "In this chaotic era of ours," said Borges, "one thing is has humbly maintained the classic virtues: the detective story. For a detective story cannot be understood without a beginning, middle, and end... I would say in defense of the detective novel that it needs no defense; though now read with a certain disdain, it is safeguarding order in an era of disorder." ('The Detective Story', 1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 'The Library of Babel' the symmetrically structured library represents the universe as it is conceived by rational man, and the library's illegible books refers to man's ignorance. In 'Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius' Borges invented a whole other universe based on an imaginary encyclopedia. The narrator states, that 'Tlön is surely a labyrinth, but it is a labyrinth devised by men, a labyrinth destined to be deciphered by men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an essayist Borges drew on his European education and brought attention to ancient philosophers and mystics, Jewish cabbalist and gnostics, French poets, Cervantes, Dante, Schopenhauer, and above all such English writers as Shakespeare, John Milton, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Thomas De Quincey, H.G. Wells, and G.K. Chesterton. His key books were DISCUSIÓN (1932), HISTORIA DE LA ETERNIDAD (1936), and OTRAS INQUISICIONES (1952). When many Latin American writers dealt with political or social subjects, Borges focused on eternal questions and the literary heritage of the world. However, Borges has criticized his friend Pablo Neruda, a politically highly visible author, for denouncing all the South American dictators except Juan Perón, Borges's own arch-enemy. "Perón was then in power. It seems that Neruda had a lawsuit pending with his publisher in Buenos Aires. That publisher, as you probably know, has always been his principal source of income." (Jorge Luis Borges: Conversations, ed. by Richard Burgin, 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For further reading: La expression de la irrealidad en la obra de Jorge Luis Borges by A.M. Barrenechea (1957); Borges, the Labyrinth Maker by María Ana Barrenechea (1965); La prosa narrativa de Jorge Luis Borges by J. Alazraki (1968); Borges el poeta by G. Sucre (1968); Paper Tigers: the Ideal Fictions of Jorge Luis Borges by J. Sturrock (1977); Jorge Luis Borges by G.R. McMurray (1980), Jorge Luis Borges by Donald Yates (1985); The Aleph Weaver by Edna Aizenberg (1984); Jorge Luis Borges, ed. by Harold Bloom (1986); The Poetry and Poetics of Jorge Luis Borges by Paul Cheselka (1986); Borges a contraluz by Estela Canto (1989); A Concordance to the Works of Jorge Luis Borges 1899-1986 by Rob Isbister and Peter Standish (1992); Jorge Luis Borges by Beatriz Sarle (1993); A Dictionary of Borges by Evelyn Fishburn and Psiche Hughes (1990); Jorge Luis Borges: Conversations, ed. by Richard Burgin (1998); Borges and His Fiction by Gene H. Bell-Villada (1999) - Suom.: Suomeksi on myös ilmestynyt Pentti Saaritsan kääntämä läpileikkaus kirjailijan runotuotannosta 1923-1985 teoksessa Peilin edessä ja takana (1999).- See Magic Realism: García Márquez, Salman Rushdie - Links: Great Science-Fiction &amp; Fantasy Works - miBorges.com - A comprehensive Borges page by Martín Hadis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selected works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * FERVOR DE BUENOS AIRES, 1923&lt;br /&gt;    * LUNA DE ENFRENTE, 1923&lt;br /&gt;    * INQUISICIONES, 1925&lt;br /&gt;    * EL TAMAÑO DE MI ESPERANZA, 1926&lt;br /&gt;    * EL IDIOMA DE LOS ARGENTINOS, 1928&lt;br /&gt;    * CUADERNOS SAN MARTÍN, 1929&lt;br /&gt;    * EVARISTO CARRIEGO, 1930&lt;br /&gt;    * DISCUSIÓN, 1932&lt;br /&gt;    * LAS KENNIGAR, 1933&lt;br /&gt;    * HISTORIA UNIVERSAL DE LA INFAMIA, 1935 - A Universal History of Infamy&lt;br /&gt;    * HISTORIA DE LA ETERNIDAD, 1936 - History of Etenity&lt;br /&gt;    * trans.: Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own, 1937&lt;br /&gt;    * trans.: Virginia Woolf's Orlando, 1937&lt;br /&gt;    * ed.: Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis, 1938&lt;br /&gt;    * trans.: William Faulkner's The Wild Palms, 1941&lt;br /&gt;    * SIX PROBLEMS FOR DON ISIDRO PARODI, 1942 (with Bioy Casares under the preudonym H. Bustos Domecq)&lt;br /&gt;    * EL JARDÍN DE SENDEROS QUE SE BIFURCAN, 1941 - Haarautuvien polkujen puutarha&lt;br /&gt;    * SEIS PROBLEMAS PARA DON ISIDRO PARODI, 1942 - Six Problems for Don Isidro Parodi&lt;br /&gt;    * EL JARDIN DE SENDEROS QUE SE BIFURCAN, 1942&lt;br /&gt;    * FICCIONES, 1944&lt;br /&gt;    * DOS FANTASÍAS MEMORABLES, 1946&lt;br /&gt;    * UN MODELO PARA LA MUERTE, 1946&lt;br /&gt;    * NUEVA REFUTACÍON DEL TIEMPO, 1947&lt;br /&gt;    * ASPECTOS DE LA LITERARA GAUCHESCA, 1950&lt;br /&gt;    * LA MUERTE Y LA BRÚJULA, 1951&lt;br /&gt;    * ANTIGUAS LITERATURAS GERMÁNICAS, 1951 (with Delia Ingenieros)&lt;br /&gt;    * OTRAS INQUISICIONES 1937-1952, 1952 - Other Inquisitions, 1937-1952&lt;br /&gt;    * LOS ORILLEROS, 1955&lt;br /&gt;    * MANUAL DE ZOOLOGIA FANTASTICA, 1957 - The Book of Imaginary Beings (1969)&lt;br /&gt;    * LEOPOLDO LUGONES, 1957&lt;br /&gt;    * OBRAS COMPLETAS, VIII 1954-60&lt;br /&gt;    * LIBRO DEL CIELO Y DEL INFIERNO, 1960&lt;br /&gt;    * EL HACEDOR, 1960 - The Doer/The Dreamtigers&lt;br /&gt;    * ANTOLOGÍA PERSONAL, 1961 - A Personal Anthology&lt;br /&gt;    * MACEDONIO FERNÁDEZ, 1963&lt;br /&gt;    * EL OTRO, EL MISMO, 1964&lt;br /&gt;    * OBRAS COMPLETAS III, 1964&lt;br /&gt;    * PARA LAS SEIS CUERDAS, 1965&lt;br /&gt;    * INTRODUCCIÓN A LA LITERATURA INGLESA, 1965 (with María Esther Vásquez)&lt;br /&gt;    * LITERATURAS GERMÁNICAS MEDIAVALES, 1966 (with María Esther Vásquez)&lt;br /&gt;    * CRÓNICAS DE BUSTOS DOMECQ, 1967 - Chronicles of Bustos Domecq&lt;br /&gt;    * EL LIBRO DE LOS SERES IMAGINARIOS, 1967 - The Book of Imaginary Beings&lt;br /&gt;    * MUEVA ANTOLOGÍA PERRSONAL, 1968&lt;br /&gt;    * ELOGIO DE LA SOMBRA, 1969&lt;br /&gt;    * EL OTRO, EL MISMO, 1969&lt;br /&gt;    * EL INFORME DE BRODIE, 1970 - Dr. Brodie's Report - suom. Hiekkakirja&lt;br /&gt;    * EL CONGRESO, 1971&lt;br /&gt;    * EL ORO DE LOS TIGRES, 1972 - The Gold of Tigers&lt;br /&gt;    * Borges on Writing, 1973&lt;br /&gt;    * OBRAS COMPLETAS, 1974&lt;br /&gt;    * EL LIBRO DE ARENA, 1975 - The Book of Sand - suom. Hiekkakirja&lt;br /&gt;    * LA ROSA PROFUNDA, 1975&lt;br /&gt;    * PRÓLOGOS CON UN PRÓLOGO DE PRÓLOGOS, 1975&lt;br /&gt;    * LA MONEDA DE HIERRO, 1976&lt;br /&gt;    * LIBRO DE SUEÑOS, 1976&lt;br /&gt;    * ANDROGUÉ, 1977&lt;br /&gt;    * ASESINOS DE PAPEL, 1977&lt;br /&gt;    * HISTORIA DE LA NOCHE, 1977&lt;br /&gt;    * LA ROSA DE PARACELSO, 1977&lt;br /&gt;    * TIGRES AZULES, 1977&lt;br /&gt;    * OBRAS COMPLETAS EN COLABORARACIÓN, 1979&lt;br /&gt;    * PROSA COMPLETA, 1980&lt;br /&gt;    * screenplay: The Intruder, dir. by Carlos Hugo Christiansen, 1980&lt;br /&gt;    * SIETE NOCHES, 1980 - Seven Nights&lt;br /&gt;    * LA CIFRA, 1981&lt;br /&gt;    * NUEVE ENSAYOS DANTESCOS, 1982&lt;br /&gt;    * VEINTICINCO AGOSTO, 1983&lt;br /&gt;    * OBRA POETICA, 1923-1977, 1983&lt;br /&gt;    * Y OTROS CUENTOS, 1983&lt;br /&gt;    * LOS CONJURADOS, 1985&lt;br /&gt;    * TEXTOS CAUTIVOS, 1986&lt;br /&gt;    * EL ALEPH BORGIANO, 1987&lt;br /&gt;    * BORGES, EL JUDAISMO E ISRAEL, 1988&lt;br /&gt;    * BIBLIOTECA PERSONAL, 1988&lt;br /&gt;    * OBRAS COMPLETAS, 1989 (2 vols.)&lt;br /&gt;    * Selected Poems, 1998&lt;br /&gt;    * Collected Fictions, 1998&lt;br /&gt;    * Selected Non-Fictions, 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-116090613219808009?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.miborges.com.ar/' title='Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/116090613219808009/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=116090613219808009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/116090613219808009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/116090613219808009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/10/jorge-luis-borges-1899-1986.html' title='Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986)'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-115790142353342955</id><published>2006-09-10T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.791Z</updated><title type='text'>::Technocrati::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/q5t7pjc5t8" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-115790142353342955?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/115790142353342955/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=115790142353342955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/115790142353342955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/115790142353342955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/09/technocrati.html' title='::Technocrati::'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-115083362621209259</id><published>2006-06-20T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.719Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/coupe-paris-2006%20%2840%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/mercan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA TENTATION D'ISTANBUL Création&lt;br /&gt;Basilique– Mardi 13 juin 2006 – 20h30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercan Dede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercan Dede&lt;br /&gt;© DR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul s’est construite avec des tentations, nées de cette situation géographique exceptionnelle, entourée de mers, au carrefour des civilisations. Entre Europe et Asie, entre religions et laïcité, entre tradition et modernité, l’idée d’une Istanbul multiculturelle émerge. Les vestiges d’Istanbul tentent. Istanbul est tentée… par l’Occident. Cette ville fascine et nous évoque une possible coexistence des cultures. Inspirée du dernier film de Fatih Akin « Crossing the bridge », la Tentation d’Istanbul, création 2006 du Festival, entrouvre les portes de la Basilique et recompose un portrait musical actuel de la ville mosaïque. Le maître d’œuvre, c’est Mercan Dede, alias Arkin Allen, un seul et même musicien turc, qui partage sa vie entre Montréal et Istanbul, imprégné de culture traditionnelle soufie, de dee-jaying effréné, tantôt joueur de ney devant la danse d’un derviche, tantôt compositeur et manipulateur de sons, des plus artisanaux aux plus synthétiques. Cette fusion est son histoire, qui embrasse la diversité du monde, plonge dans la profondeur de ses racines natales et souffle l’air du changement. La Tentation d’Istanbul met donc en scène cette diversité : ses couleurs slaves avec la clarinette, proche-orientales avec le oud, occidentales avec le violoncelle, ou plus récemment les consoles et les platines, la minorité kurde représentée par la chanteuse Aynur, « lumière de la lune », dont l’apparition dans le film de Akin sonne comme un moment de grâce, les arméniens, avec un chœur qui entonne des hymnes liturgiques. L’Istanbul musicale d’aujourd’hui se diffuse dans la Basilique. Sa Tentation, c’est aussi celle de l’amour, de la paix et de la fraternité. La Turquie est aux portes de l’Europe, Istanbul en a été le centre pendant quelques siècles.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, come again, whoever you are, come!&lt;br /&gt;                              Heathen, fire worshipper or idolatrous, come!&lt;br /&gt;                     Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times,&lt;br /&gt;                            Ours is the portal of hope, come as you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mercandede.com/md/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=3390&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-115022716120009596?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mercandede.com/md/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=3390' title=':: mercan dede ::'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/115022716120009596/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=115022716120009596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/115022716120009596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/115022716120009596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/06/mercan-dede.html' title=':: mercan dede ::'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-115003669237621405</id><published>2006-06-11T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.580Z</updated><title type='text'>sen no  sen</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/640/champ-fr-dim-06%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/champ-fr-dim-06%20%282%29.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/champ-fr-dim-06%20%2828%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Championnat de France d'IA�DO 2006 �quipes du Dojo Sanbokyodan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114953311134258156?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114953311134258156/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114953311134258156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114953311134258156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114953311134258156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/06/championnat-de-france-diado-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114875850668252841</id><published>2006-05-27T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.426Z</updated><title type='text'>YOKO GUMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/DSC02763.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/DSC02763.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOKO GUMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il s'agit d'un des katas   importants de l'école de shinkageryu ( my  favorite;_))&lt;br /&gt;plus  d'info :&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sanbokyodan.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114875850668252841?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114875850668252841/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114875850668252841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114875850668252841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114875850668252841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/05/yoko-gumo.html' title='YOKO GUMO'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114761928270759385</id><published>2006-05-14T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Buddha was the greatest scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/1600/buddha-enlighten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/buddha-enlighten.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/img/pretty-rss-button.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on this day, in 563 BC, that the Buddha was born as Siddharth in the royal family of Kapilavastu. It was on this day that he attained enlightenment. Again, it was on this day that he left this world. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were many others who influenced me deeply, and they were not Buddhists. Mahatma Gandhi and Tagore are some of the Indians whom I regard as the greatest exponents of the Buddha’s dharma. What compels my admiration has been the Buddha’s stress on a scientific way of life. His dharma was to make religion a dynamic force and mechanism to steer life through, in a way that created compassion, forgiveness and creativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He advocated scientific thinking and freedom of rational thought. If we fail to do that, or don’t want to apply it, we are no better than less-endowed animals. Lack of scientific and rational thinking has led to all the ills that we suffer from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when our beautiful planet is torn apart because of religious dogmatism and extremism, the relevance of the Buddha’s teachings cannot be overestimated. They can bring peace among the warring nations and groups within nations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114761928270759385?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.buddhistchannel.tv/index.php?id=29,2706,0,0,1,0' title='Buddha was the greatest scientist'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114761928270759385/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114761928270759385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114761928270759385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114761928270759385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/05/buddha-was-greatest-scientist.html' title='Buddha was the greatest scientist'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114699369785276189</id><published>2006-05-07T09:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.262Z</updated><title type='text'>IKIRU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/1600/200px-Ikiru_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/200px-Ikiru_Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ikiru"&gt;Ikiru (1952)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed By: Akira Kurosawa &lt;br /&gt;Screenplay: Shinobu Hashimoto, Akira Kurosawa, Hideo Oguni&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Takashi Shimura, Shinichi Himori&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This film is about the importance of saying yes: to life, to adventure, to human need. &lt;br /&gt;Ikiru, which means "to live," is about Kanji Watanabe (Takashi Shimura), a Tokyo office chief whose stamp of disapproval falls on almost any project, regardless of merit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray and unemotional, he's less a man than a stolid piece of furniture, a bureaucrat who might as well be a bureau. Then he learns he has stomach cancer, and takes stock of all he has left undone. Replaying It's a Wonderful Life, but in reverse gear, the movie sends him on a journey through Tokyo's nighttown to demonstrate that, no, his life as husband, father, worker didn't make a difference. He might as well never have been born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114699369785276189?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ikiru' title='IKIRU'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114699369785276189/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114699369785276189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114699369785276189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114699369785276189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/05/ikiru.html' title='IKIRU'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114659748486400372</id><published>2006-05-02T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.175Z</updated><title type='text'>Late  evening.............  Flower in my Room::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/1600/DSC02877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/DSC02877.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/img/pretty-rss-button.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensif, je regarde les contours et &lt;br /&gt;les profondeurs,&lt;br /&gt;de cette merveilleuse nature ,&lt;br /&gt;Que représente-t-il le  coeur de &lt;br /&gt;cette  fleur?&lt;br /&gt;Kaiho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114659748486400372?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114659748486400372/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114659748486400372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114659748486400372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114659748486400372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-evening-flower-in-my-room.html' title='Late  evening.............  Flower in my Room::'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114631838655946543</id><published>2006-04-29T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.078Z</updated><title type='text'>Celui qui ne boit pas de thé peut-il être chinois ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/1600/n%26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/n%26b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui qui ne boit pas de thé peut-il être chinois ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par Nicolas Zufferey&lt;br /&gt;Professeur à l’université de Genève.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1823, le Britannique Robert Bruce, officier de l’East India Company, repéra des théiers sauvages dans la province indienne de l’Assam. Jusque-là, il allait de soi que le théier – baptisé d’ailleurs Thea sinensis ou Camellia sinensis par les botanistes du XVIIIe siècle – était d’origine chinoise. Pour certains, la découverte de Bruce indiquait que le thé était d’origine indienne. Par la suite, on avança l’hypothèse de la « double origine » (le thé à petites feuilles serait d’origine chinoise, le thé à grandes feuilles d’origine indienne) ; puis l’hypothèse de l’« origine multiple », dans différentes aires géographiques de l’Asie du Sud-Est ; et, enfin, celle d’une souche unique, mais sur une aire plus vaste, aux confins de la Chine, de l’Inde et de la Birmanie actuelles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces théories ne pouvaient satisfaire les Chinois. Ils traquèrent les théiers sauvages sur leur sol et en trouvèrent dans une dizaine de provinces, et sur au moins deux cents sites ; ils dénichèrent dans les textes anciens plusieurs références à des théiers sauvages ; ils rappelèrent qu’à l’époque de l’apparition du thé – il y a cent à deux cents millions d’années –, le nord de l’Inde était soit immergé, soit séparé de l’Asie par un océan. Enfin, ils firent valoir que les espèces à grandes et à petites feuilles étaient trop proches pour provenir de souches séparées.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ces temps reculés, ni les Chinois ni les Indiens pas plus que la Chine ou l’Inde n’existaient à proprement parler, et cette volonté de récupérer le thé à tout prix peut paraître un peu ridicule – d’autant qu’elle s’accompagne parfois d’accents indignés qui rappellent le ton de discours patriotiques sur des questions autrement plus importantes comme l’indépendance du Tibet ou le statut de Taïwan. Cette susceptibilité est étonnante, personne ne contestant le rôle des Chinois dans la « découverte » du thé comme boisson, ou leur contribution à la « culture du thé » (cha wenhua).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel autre peuple, en effet, a fait du thé l’un des « sept trésors » des lettrés, avec la cithare (qin), les échecs, la calligraphie, la peinture, la poésie et... l’alcool ? Dans quelle autre culture le thé est-il depuis un millénaire rangé parmi les « sept nécessités » de la vie quotidienne, au même titre que le bois de chauffage, le riz, l’huile, le sel, la sauce soja et le vinaigre ? Mais cette importance même confère à la question des origines une dimension particulière : l’histoire du thé est liée à l’identité nationale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tous les textes ressassent que l’usage du thé a « cinq mille ans d’histoire  (1)  ». Mais d’où vient ce chiffre ? Un lien est fréquemment fait entre la découverte du thé et la figure mythique de Shennong, le « Divin Laboureur », qui aurait vécu au début du IIIe millénaire av. J.-C. La tradition veut certes que le Bencao jing, un traité de pharmacopée qui mentionne le thé, ait été l’œuvre de Shennong ; mais, le Bencao jing datant en réalité du début de notre ère, il ne prouve rien quant à la consommation de thé trois millénaires auparavant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuxième explication de ces « cinq mille ans » : la durée même de l’histoire chinoise, dont les Chinois répètent à l’envi qu’elle est de cinq mille ans. Le thé étant en quelque sorte consubstantiel à la civilisation, la longueur de l’histoire de l’un et de l’autre ne doivent-ils pas coïncider ? Comme le dit un manuel récent sur le thé : « Lorsque l’on feuillette les cinq mille ans d’histoire de la nation chinoise, on goûte presque à chaque page le parfum du thé  (2).  » Le problème est que ce chiffre de « cinq mille ans » constitue une durée très exagérée en ce qui concerne l’histoire chinoise. Il résulte d’une confusion entre histoire et légendes : il renvoie à ces figures fondatrices qui auraient vécu au début du IIIe millénaire avant notre ère, et notamment l’empereur Jaune, dont tous les Chinois se considèrent comme « les enfants ou petits-enfants ». Mais les premiers textes qui mentionnent ces personnages ayant été rédigés des millénaires plus tard, leur réalité historique est pour le moins douteuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si l’histoire (l’écriture, le bronze, les premières villes, une organisation sociale complexe) commence à Sumer (Uruk) ou en Egypte il y a un peu plus de cinq mille ans, elle ne débute en Chine que mille cinq cents ans plus tard. Les premiers documents écrits en Chine datent en effet de la dynastie Shang (XVIIIe - XIe siècle av. J.-C.), âge qui voit également les débuts du bronze. La Chine a donc environ trois mille cinq cents ans d’histoire, ce qui n’est pas rien, mais ne suffit pas à ses historiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les premières sources écrites faisant référence de manière indiscutable au thé remontent à la dynastie Han (206 av. J.-C. - 220 apr. J.-C.). L’une d’entre elles est le remarquable Contrat avec un serviteur (Tong yue), daté de 59 avant notre ère, qui décrit en détail les tâches quotidiennes d’un domestique, dont celle d’acheter et de préparer le thé. Celui-ci n’a donc qu’un peu plus de deux mille ans d’histoire en Chine, et il faudra encore bien des siècles avant que son usage gagne l’ensemble du pays. Jusqu’au IIIe siècle de notre ère, le thé paraît pour l’essentiel confiné à la province actuelle du Sichuan, dans le sud-ouest de la Chine. Un recueil d’anecdotes du Ve siècle (le Shishuo xin yu) rapporte qu’un aristocrate du siècle précédent n’aurait pas reconnu le thé qu’on lui proposait, ce qui suggère qu’à cette époque le thé était encore une boisson exotique dans certaines régions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par la suite, le bouddhisme véhiculera cette plante vers le nord de la Chine, mais il faut attendre la dynastie Tang (618-907), et plus précisément le VIIIe siècle, pour que le thé devienne relativement courant ; c’est également au VIIIe siècle qu’il s’ancre dans la grande culture, avec le célèbre Classique du thé de Lu Yu (733-804), premier d’une longue série. Et c’est encore au VIIIe siècle que le caractère d’écriture cha, utilisé encore aujourd’hui pour désigner le thé, s’impose. On est donc très loin des cinq mille ans des manuels. Il reste que l’histoire du thé en Chine est beaucoup plus longue qu’en Europe, où il n’a été introduit qu’au milieu du XVIIe siècle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D’innombrables livres et revues, des produits dérivés et un public de connaisseurs – qui ne sont pas sans rappeler certains traits de l’œnologie en France – témoignent d’un renouveau de l’intérêt pour la « culture du thé » depuis quelques années. Le thé a été élevé au rang de « boisson nationale » (guoyin) : selon bien des auteurs, il y aurait un rapport en quelque sorte essentiel entre le thé et la « nation » chinoise. Certes, le vin en France ou le whisky en Ecosse renvoient eux aussi à des enjeux identitaires ; mais on n’irait pas jusqu’à dire que la « culture du vin » égale ou résume la culture française tout entière.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Chine, le thé partagerait avec la peinture et la poésie anciennes le fait d’être « fade » ou « sans saveur » (dan), mots français trop péjoratifs pour décrire l’état de subtile indifférenciation que les spécialistes de l’esthétique chinoise considèrent comme une qualité essentielle de l’œuvre d’art. D’autres liens sont faits avec la philosophie, la religion, ou, plus fondamentalement, avec la façon chinoise de voir le monde ou de vivre en société. Le thé est ainsi fréquemment associé à la notion d’« harmonie » (he), avec des discours qui oscillent entre le simple et le plus complexe : « Normalement, eau et feu ne se tolèrent pas. Dans la voie du thé, non seulement ils se tolèrent, mais ils profitent l’un de l’autre  (3). » En d’autres termes, le thé permet d’harmoniser les contraires : boire du thé ensemble, c’est accepter, au moins pour un instant, de déposer les armes. Les accents peuvent être grandiloquents, comme dans ce manuel selon lequel « la culture du thé est devenue un vecteur spirituel pour les hommes de ce monde qui recherchent la paix et la sérénité, et elle joue déjà un rôle important dans les relations internationales  (4)  ».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’idée d’une « Voie du thé » (cha dao) associant des dimensions techniques (le bon thé, la bonne eau, les bons ustensiles, la bonne préparation) et des dimensions spirituelles est plus que millénaire. Lu Yu, dans le Classique du thé dont il a été question ci-avant, affirmait déjà que, « lorsqu’en se consacrant au thé on s’imprègne de sagesse, de principes moraux, de vertu, qu’au moyen du thé on cultive sa nature et développe une bonne conduite, qu’on réfléchit à l’existence, qu’on médite et cherche la vérité, de façon à trouver bien-être spirituel et pureté morale, alors on atteint le royaume supérieur du thé : la Voie du thé ». Contrairement aux Anciens, qui n’avaient pas l’idée d’une nation chinoise, et dont le message était donc en quelque sorte universel, les auteurs récents confèrent à leurs théories une connotation identitaire très forte, en reliant cette « culture du thé » à des traits selon eux typiques, voire essentiels, de la nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour un auteur, « le thé se trouve dans os mêmes (5)  » : il devient une composante quasi biologique de l’identité chinoise. Un autre estime que « la Voie du thé, c’est la nature chinoise profonde  (6)  », et se demande si « celui qui ne boit pas de thé peut quand même être chinois  (7)  ». Beaucoup de textes insistent sur le fait que la simple habitude d’offrir du thé « reflète parfaitement la culture et la politesse de la nation chinoise  (8)  ». En opposition radicale avec l’Occident, qui « prône le feu et le pouvoir, tandis que la Chine peut se décrire comme pacifique, douce et aimable, ferme et tenace. (...) Le thé, qui est doux et pacifique, s’accorde avec ces caractéristiques (9)  ».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans la même veine, les Chinois opposent leur Voie du thé à la cérémonie du thé japonaise (chanoyu) : l’usage du thé en Chine « n’obéit pas à des exigences aussi inflexibles que la Voie du thé japonaise ; du point de vue des habitudes de vie de nous autres les Chinois, la façon japonaise de boire le thé est totalement dénuée de joie de vivre  (10)  ». « Nous les Chinois considérons que la façon artistique (japonaise) de boire le thé n’est qu’une pure forme, alors que le but devrait être de manifester l’esprit intérieur  (11). » Les Japonais apprécieront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus gênant encore est l’usage du thé comme ciment national, comme moyen de transcender les différences, voire les antagonismes, entre Hans et non-Hans : « Les 56 ethnies ont toutes une relation affective profonde avec le thé. Cela s’explique peut-être par le fait que toutes descendent [des souverains mythiques] Yandi et Huangdi et sont unies par des liens de consanguinité  (12). » Ce souci d’harmonie n’empêche pas les hiérarchisations, bien des auteurs affirmant que la façon dont certaines ethnies consomment le thé (par exemple en le mélangeant avec d’autres ingrédients) correspond à un stade primitif de la « culture du thé » – les Hans, qui boivent le thé sans adjonction, étant bien entendu au stade le plus avancé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est intéressant de lire cette instrumentalisation du thé par rapport au contexte politique actuel. Depuis le début du XXe siècle, l’orthodoxie politique oscille entre idéologie révolutionnaire, qui présuppose un rejet plus ou moins total du passé, et discours nationaliste, qui, au contraire, insiste sur la grandeur de l’histoire « nationale ». Depuis la fin des années 1970, les idées révolutionnaires sont en fort recul en Chine, et le pouvoir s’appuie sur un discours national, avec une valorisation des traditions et des valeurs anciennes (dont la « culture du thé »), et ce d’autant plus volontiers que certaines de ces valeurs (notamment « confucianistes ») peuvent apparaître comme une morale de substitution dans une société en mal de repères.&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas Zufferey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dossier : Chine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Les ressorts cachés du dynamisme chinois, par Roland Lew&lt;br /&gt;-Mutations incertaines de l’économie, par Lyes Si Zoubir&lt;br /&gt;-De Mao Zedong à Hu Jintao&lt;br /&gt;-Emergence d’une diplomatie active, par Dingli Shen&lt;br /&gt;-Les guerres de l’opium revisitées, par Alain Roux&lt;br /&gt;-Entre Pékin et Tokyo, l’ombre des nationalismes, par Claude Leblanc&lt;br /&gt;-Celui qui ne boit pas de thé peut-il être chinois ?, par Nicolas Zufferey&lt;br /&gt;-Retour de l’Asie sur la scène mondiale, par Philip S. Golub&lt;br /&gt;-Lettre au capitaine Butler, par Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;-« Chine » : compléments documentaires&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Chine&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Alimentation&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Histoire&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Identité culturelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recherche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date - sujet - pays    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imprimer cette page&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Huang Zhigen, Zhonghua cha wenhua (« La culture chinoise du thé »), Presses universitaires du Zhejiang, Hangzhou, 2000, p. 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Ye Yu, Chadao (« La Voie du thé »), Presses populaires du Heilongjiang, Ha’erbin, 2002, p. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Ye Yu, op. cit., p. 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Huang Zhigen, op. cit., p. 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Kit Chow and Ione Kramer, All the Tea in China, China Books and Periodicals Inc., San Francisco, 1990, p. 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Huang Zhigen, op. cit., p. 62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Ibid., p. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Wang Congren, Chaqu (« Les Plaisirs du thé »), Editions Xuelin, Pékin, 2002, p. 191.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Wang Ling, Chinese Tea Culture, Foreign Languages Press, Pékin, 2000, p. 52.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Ye Yu, op. cit., p. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) Wang Ling, op. cit., p. 51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) Ye Yu, op. cit., p. 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114631838655946543?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.monde-diplomatique.fr/2004/10/ZUFFEREY/11561?var_recherche=japon%2C2006' title='Celui qui ne boit pas de thé peut-il être chinois ?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114631838655946543/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114631838655946543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114631838655946543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114631838655946543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/04/celui-qui-ne-boit-pas-de-th-peut-il.html' title='Celui qui ne boit pas de thé peut-il être chinois ?'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114599412667596922</id><published>2006-04-25T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:23.005Z</updated><title type='text'>morning  drops 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/1600/DSC02858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/tuileries28.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paris  Tuileries  Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114314770234946536?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114314770234946536/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114314770234946536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114314770234946536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114314770234946536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/03/paris-tuileries-gardencopyrightcengiza.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114263206358455284</id><published>2006-03-17T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:22.182Z</updated><title type='text'>Chroniques de l'oiseau à ressort</title><content type='html'>Chroniques de l'oiseau à ressort &lt;br /&gt;de Haruki Murakami, Corinne Atlan (Traduction), Karine Chesneau (Traduction) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Présentation de l'éditeur&lt;br /&gt;Un chat égaré, une inconnue jouant de ses charmes au téléphone, des événements anodins suffisent à faire basculer la vie d'un jeune chômeur, Toru Okada, dans un tourbillon d'aventures. L'espace limité de son quotidien devient le théâtre d'une quête sans cesse renouvelée où rêves, réminiscences et réalités se confondent. Aucune frontière, physique ou symbolique, ne résiste à l'effervescence des questionnements qui s'enchaînent au rythme de rencontres déroutantes, chacune porteuse d'un secret, d'une fragilité propre. Haruki Murakami (La Course au mouton sauvage, La Ballade de l'impossible) tente de nous donner à voir la part d'ombre des choses et des êtres. Replaçant la méditation bouddhique dans la violence contemporaine du japon ou d'ailleurs, il se propose d'explorer nos ténèbres intérieures. Sans se départir d'un humour où perce la détresse, il emmène le lecteur dans un monde fantastique où, toujours plus fuyante, la réalité n'en devient que plus envoûtante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biographie de l'auteur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruki Murakami, né à Kobé en 1949, a étudié la tragédie grecque et dirigé un bar de jazz à Tokyo, avant de se consacrer totalement à l'écriture. Traducteur de Fitzgerald, Irving et Chandler, il rencontre le succès dès son premier roman paru au japon en 1979. En France, les Editions du Seuil ont publié entre autres, La Ballade de l'impossible (1994), Danse, danse, danse (1995) et L'éléphant s'évapore (1998).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114263206358455284?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114263206358455284/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114263206358455284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114263206358455284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114263206358455284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/03/chroniques-de-loiseau-ressort.html' title='Chroniques de l&apos;oiseau à ressort'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114237092956051869</id><published>2006-03-14T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:22.098Z</updated><title type='text'>Eglise  Mont Sainte  Geneviève</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/1600/DSC02677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/DSC02677.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pretty-rss.snyke.com/img/pretty-rss-button.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114237092956051869?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114237092956051869/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114237092956051869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114237092956051869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114237092956051869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/03/eglise-mont-sainte-genevive.html' title='Eglise  Mont Sainte  Geneviève'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114055603199517071</id><published>2006-02-21T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:22.021Z</updated><title type='text'>Sumi-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/640/DSC02661.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/DSC02661.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le signe japonais est fort : admirablement réglé, agencé, affiché, jamais naturalisé ou rationalisé. Le signe japonais est vide : son signifié fuit, point de dieu, de vérité, de morale au fond de ces signifiants qui règnent sans contrepartie. Et surtout, la qualité supérieure de ce signe, la noblesse de son affirmation et la grâce érotique dont il se dessine sont apposées partout, sur les objets et sur les conduites les plus futiles, celles que nous renvoyons ordinairement dans l'insignifiance ou la vulgarité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roland Barthes in "Empire des Signes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114055603199517071?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114055603199517071/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114055603199517071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114055603199517071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114055603199517071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/02/sumi-e.html' title='Sumi-e'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114055589406138697</id><published>2006-02-21T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:21.950Z</updated><title type='text'>My Chineese Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/640/DSC02660.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/DSC02660.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le  coq  ,  symbole de la richesse ... intérieure  may be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-114055589406138697?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/114055589406138697/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=114055589406138697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114055589406138697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/114055589406138697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-chineese-painting.html' title='My Chineese Painting'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-114055578855855164</id><published>2006-02-21T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:21.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Gaugin's   Statuate in Orsay Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/640/DSC02640.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/DSC02640.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; 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   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ne güzel geceydi dün gece, ne güzel geceydi:&lt;br /&gt;Onunla sarmaşdolaş, dudak dudağa,&lt;br /&gt;talih kapısı ardına kadar açık,&lt;br /&gt;güneş kucağımızda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne güzel geceydi dün gece, ne güzel geceydi:&lt;br /&gt;Şarap tasını her sunuşunda&lt;br /&gt;diyordu aklına başına al.&lt;br /&gt;Hani dün gece aklın da tam sırasıydı ya!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113974030671766685?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113974030671766685/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113974030671766685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113974030671766685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113974030671766685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/02/dn-gece.html' title='Dün Gece'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113934818002078895</id><published>2006-02-07T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:21.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Statue dans le jardin des Tuileries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/tuileries18.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/tuileries18.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans le jardin des Tuileries  à Paris  , &lt;br /&gt;un après midi du mois de Janvier, &lt;br /&gt;le ciel bleu, &lt;br /&gt;la statue de l'homme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113934818002078895?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113934818002078895/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113934818002078895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113934818002078895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113934818002078895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/02/statue-dans-le-jardin-des-tuileries.html' title='Statue dans le jardin des Tuileries'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113855005316871805</id><published>2006-01-29T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:21.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Ecumes de mer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/1600/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/DSC00037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakin, kum denizinde, &lt;br /&gt;Tas adalar  arasinda, &lt;br /&gt;Ruhum  gezinirken, &lt;br /&gt;Ilik ruzgar&lt;br /&gt;Dalgari costuruyor....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113855005316871805?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113855005316871805/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113855005316871805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113855005316871805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113855005316871805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/01/ecumes-de-mer.html' title='Ecumes de mer'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113817759407281067</id><published>2006-01-25T08:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:21.159Z</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jcheudin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Virtual Worlds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce que vous voulez savoir  sur les mondes virtuels;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113817759407281067?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jcheudin.blogspot.com/' title='Virtual Worlds'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113817759407281067/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113817759407281067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113817759407281067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113817759407281067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/01/virtual-worlds.html' title='Virtual Worlds'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113813859362509212</id><published>2006-01-24T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:21.090Z</updated><title type='text'>YOKO GUMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/640/MOV01986.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/MOV01986.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/tokenji5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Dojo est le lieu d'une pratique sportive. Plus que cela, il est l'union d'un homme avec tout une histoire, une philosophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au pays du soleil levant, la vie est réglée à partir des concepts très approfondis de la spiritualité qui prennent racine dans la religion shintoïste, bouddhiste et parfois même, animiste. D’ailleurs, il est souvent dit qu’un japonais naît animiste, vit shintoïste et meurt bouddhiste... Le centre de gravité de la vie japonaise est souvent un lieu. Les maisons en bois, les jardins et l’homme ont leurs centres bien identifiés. Pour l’être humain, le centre de gravité (le Hara) de son univers est son ventre, plus exactement trois doigts sous le nombril qui s’appelle l’océan d’énergie. &lt;br /&gt;Et l’univers de l’homme, comme les astres autour du soleil, s’articule à partir de ce point. Le centre de gravité des pratiques spirituelles telles que les arts martiaux, la calligraphie, la cérémonie de thé, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Dojo est l'un de ces lieux gravitationaire. Do veut dire la voie, Jo veut dire l’endroit où l’on pratique une activité spirituelle ; ce qui exprime parfaitement que le centre est un lieu de pratique de « quelque chose »! Cette pratique peut être la calligraphie ou... l’art de dégainer le sabre. Voilà le mot magique est découvert aux yeux émerveillés des occidentaux. &lt;br /&gt;Pour le japonais, le dojo est un lieu sacré où souvent il règne une atmosphère de chapelle au couché du soleil. C'est un lieu où le bois qui constitue le plancher est patiné par des siècles de pratiques sur lequel les pieds refroidis des pratiquants glissent, se déplacent cependant que le plancher bouge pour épouser complètement en harmonie recherchée, le mouvement du corps qui y déambule. &lt;br /&gt;Le plancher du Dojo est parfois mal traité. Dans me Kendo, on ressent un affolement du vieux bois grâce ou à cause des mouvements rapides et saccadés en même temps qu’un amour cosmique lie le pratiquant au centre, à travers ses mouvements comme un fluide imperceptible alors que naît une harmonie totale entre la terre et le ciel. Le pratiquant étant le trait d’union de cette communion. Seul peut arriver seulement dans un Dojo ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un lieu espace de dialogue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Dojo est un lieu d’échange entre les adeptes, les dieux, le maître. Ce centre les relie les uns aux autres car le temple intérieur (par extension au Dojo) de chacun est représenté dans un vrai Dojo où le maître incarne des milliers d’années d’enseignement. La mémoire de ces années est accumulée dans les murs, sur le plancher, au Kamiza comme un trésor visible mais impossible à atteindre uniquement par une présence physique. Il faut pouvoir être en relation intime avec ce passé, avec l’histoire que les objets racontent, tel un sabre du 13 ème siècle, tel un bol à thé du 12 ème, telle une calligraphie du 15 ème d’un maître. Etre dans un Dojo est un privilège que seuls les initiés peuvent avoir. Atteindre ce lieu sacré, c’est déjà porter un Dojo en soi. &lt;br /&gt;Atteindre le centre de soi-même c’est dépasser son ego, c’est couper avec lui, c’est une pratique particulière dans un lieu particulier. La pratique de la voie est celle de tuer un peu son ego. Cela suppose aussi que l’on accède au Dojo par un chemin tortueux, difficile et rude... La recherche de sa propre vérité dans un Dojo est une démarche compliquée car rien ne scintille dans ce lieu, pas de richesses, ni même une statue en or ! Un lieu simple, dépouillé où il fait souvent froid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a sûrement un Dojo pas loin de chez vous. Renseignez-vous. &lt;br /&gt;A bientôt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaiho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113632053640838044?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://echo.levillage.org/107/66.cbb' title=':: a sacred place::'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113632053640838044/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113632053640838044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113632053640838044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113632053640838044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2006/01/sacred-place.html' title=':: a sacred place::'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113594172157646741</id><published>2005-12-30T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.946Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006</title><content type='html'>Voilà, Le premier jour  de l'année 2006.. Il est temps d'afficher les résolutions pour cette - 2006=2+6=8/2=4=2+2=1+1+1+1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mais  avant, il faudra faire un bilan de l'année 2005.. Cela sera assez fastidieux alors, je prendrai le temps de le faire.&lt;br /&gt;Connaître le passé pour mieux vivre le présent mais  avant tout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;se dépasser aujourd'hui de ce que l'on fût hier &lt;br /&gt;                           Kinou  no  wareni,  kyou  wa  katsu &lt;br /&gt;                              昨日の我に、今日は勝つ　 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113594172157646741?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kaihoweblog.tk' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113594172157646741/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113594172157646741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594172157646741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594172157646741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year-2006_30.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113594097800252520</id><published>2005-12-30T11:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.881Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/lobster.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/lobster.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is  christmass time ..  wanna eat this  lobster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113594097800252520?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113594097800252520/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113594097800252520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594097800252520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594097800252520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-christmass-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113594097722472747</id><published>2005-12-30T11:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.814Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/horse.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/horse.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stylised horse.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113594097722472747?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113594097722472747/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113594097722472747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594097722472747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594097722472747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/12/stylised-horse.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113594096321856303</id><published>2005-12-30T11:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.747Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/daruma%20sama.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/daruma%20sama.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daruma san.. full of  humanity in spide of  his  eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113594096321856303?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113594096321856303/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113594096321856303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594096321856303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594096321856303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/12/daruma-san.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113594081256495004</id><published>2005-12-30T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/happy%20fish.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/happy%20fish.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is my  todays's esquisse ( 29/12/205)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113594081256495004?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113594081256495004/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113594081256495004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594081256495004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113594081256495004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-my-todayss-esquisse.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113570163504093663</id><published>2005-12-27T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.612Z</updated><title type='text'>5 precepts of Buddhism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/1600/7-picture4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4874/289/320/7-picture4.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the suffering caused by the destruction of life, I vow to cultivate compassion and learn ways to protect the lives of people, animals, plants and minerals. I am determined not to kill, not let others kill, and not to condone any act of killing in the world, in my thinking and in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the suffering caused by exploitation, social injustice, stealing and oppression, I vow to cultivate loving kindness and learn ways to work for the well-being of people, animal, plants and minerals. I vow to practice generosity by sharing my time, energy and material resources with those who are in real need. I am determined not to steal and not to possess anything that should belong to others, but I will prevent others from profiting from human suffering of other species on Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the suffering caused by sexual misconduct, I vow to cultivate responsibility and learn ways to protect the safety and integrity of individuals, couples families and society. I am determined not to engage in sexual relations without love and a long-term commitment. To preserve the happiness of others and myself I am determined to respect my commitments and commitments of others. I will do everything in my power to protect children from sexual abuse and to prevent couples and families from being broken by sexual misconduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the suffering caused by unmindful speech and the inability to listen to others, I vow to cultivate loving speech and deep listening in order to bring joy and happiness to others and relieve others of their suffering. Knowing that words create happiness and suffering, I vow to learn to speak truthfully, with words that inspire self-confidence, joy and hope. I am determined not to spread news that I do not know to be certain and not to criticize or condemn things of which I am not sure. I will refrain from uttering words that can cause community to break. I will make all efforts to reconcile and resolve all conflicts, however small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the suffering caused by unmindful consumption, I vow to cultivate good health, both physical and mental, for myself, my family, and my society by practicing mindful eating, drinking and consuming. I vow to ingest only items that preserve peace, well-being and joy in my body, in my consciousness, and in the collective body and in the consciousness of my family and society. I am determined not to use alcohol or any other intoxicant or ingest foods or other items that contain toxins, such as certain TV programs, magazines, books, films and conversations. I am aware that to damage my body or my consciousness with these poisons is to betray my ancestors, my parents, my society, and future generations. I will work to transform violence, fear, anger and confusion in myself and in society by practicing a proper diet for myself and for society. I understand that a proper diet is crucial for self-transformation of society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113570163504093663?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113570163504093663/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113570163504093663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113570163504093663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113570163504093663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-precepts-of-buddhism.html' title='5 precepts of Buddhism'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113543898896962424</id><published>2005-12-24T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.541Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY  NEW YEAR 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/2006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/2006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous souhaite une bonne et heureuse ann�e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113543898896962424?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113543898896962424/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113543898896962424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113543898896962424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113543898896962424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year-2006.html' title='HAPPY  NEW YEAR 2006'/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113372095752263443</id><published>2005-12-04T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.394Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/bologne2005-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/320/bologne2005-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a library in Bologna -Italy a new book about   crazy Berlusconi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-113372095752263443?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/113372095752263443/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=113372095752263443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113372095752263443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/113372095752263443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-library-in-bologna-italy-new-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-113371984533545218</id><published>2005-12-04T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:20.309Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/32/5520/640/satgesanbo2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/DSC018651.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women , carpets , sun, street in Marrakesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112923598403201591?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112923598403201591/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112923598403201591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112923598403201591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112923598403201591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/10/women-carpets-sun-street-in-marrakesh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112923404877681831</id><published>2005-10-13T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:19.001Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/DSC01875.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/DSC01711.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pont alexandre III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112785705375213320?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112785705375213320/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112785705375213320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785705375213320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785705375213320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/pont-alexandre-iiicopyrightcengizalp.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112785702443694330</id><published>2005-09-27T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.785Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/DSC01712.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/DSC01742.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stairs  in Grand Palais Paris 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112785291548771047?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112785291548771047/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112785291548771047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785291548771047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785291548771047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/stairs-in-grand-palais-paris.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112785288497015546</id><published>2005-09-27T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.651Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/DSC01721.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/DSC01721.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Palais 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112785288497015546?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112785288497015546/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112785288497015546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785288497015546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785288497015546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/grand-palais-2005copyrightcengizalp.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112785284835625626</id><published>2005-09-27T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.589Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/DSC01734.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/DSC01768.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eiffel Tower in paris 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112785278428594676?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112785278428594676/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112785278428594676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785278428594676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785278428594676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/eiffel-tower-in-paris.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112785275767442133</id><published>2005-09-27T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.459Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/DSC01704.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/DSC01704.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre III  bridge and Seine river in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112785275767442133?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112785275767442133/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112785275767442133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785275767442133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112785275767442133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/alexandre-iii-bridge-and-seine-river.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112767852461522179</id><published>2005-09-25T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/DSC01068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/DSC01068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from Bourges cathedrale 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112767852461522179?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112767852461522179/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112767852461522179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112767852461522179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112767852461522179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/view-from-bourges-cathedrale.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112703739488325168</id><published>2005-09-18T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.330Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/toulouse2FC.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/toulouse2FC.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting in hotel lobby  before Toulouse Seminar 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112703739488325168?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112703739488325168/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112703739488325168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112703739488325168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112703739488325168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/resting-in-hotel-lobby-before-toulouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112643503724866016</id><published>2005-09-11T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.198Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/bretagne.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/bretagne.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a water color  drawing from BRETAGNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112643503724866016?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112643503724866016/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112643503724866016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112643503724866016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112643503724866016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/water-color-drawing-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112636808220328825</id><published>2005-09-10T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.134Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/coursdeau.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/coursdeau.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water flooding... 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112636808220328825?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112636808220328825/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112636808220328825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112636808220328825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112636808220328825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/water-flooding.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112636803551195199</id><published>2005-09-10T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:18.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/attente2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/attente2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITING....... for ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120053-112636803551195199?l=cengizalp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/feeds/112636803551195199/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120053&amp;postID=112636803551195199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112636803551195199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120053/posts/default/112636803551195199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cengizalp.blogspot.com/2005/09/waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Bushido</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://kaiho.smugmug.com/photos/17938751-M-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120053.post-112636798960167207</id><published>2005-09-10T15:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:02:17.962Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/640/do.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/5520/320/do.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHI  this the way ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright@cengizalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love. &lt;br /&gt;- L. 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