Printemps : suspends mon vol plané

Tout tourne autour de moi en ce moment, et pourtant, pourtant, je suis pris d'une énorme lassitude de tout. J'ai des entrevues qui viennent vite, et j'ai du mal à me concentrer sur ces instants qui vont encore décider de ma vie. Je ne le sens pas très bien. Pas prêt, anésthésié d'une certaine façon.

Une chape de plomb a envahi mon cerveau depuis ce week-end. Je crois que j'ai besoin de changer de peau. Pot. Po. Pau.

54th Mass regiment

During the Civil war, the first American battalion recruiting black soldiers was the 54th Massachusetts Regiment lead by R. Gould Shaw. It was formed by African Americans willing to fight against confederates and slavery. Tonight I watched the movie Glory that I didn't find so great in terms of direction and artistic quality, but it had the huge merit to depict this portion of history that was obscure to many people.

My understanding of the American Civil war is very limited but it really fascinates me. The division of the American nation still seems very acute nowadays: races, religion, politics. But patriotism is definitely of very high value in the American society. I admire (and sometimes laugh at) this high idea of union that people have here. But we have to acknowledge that Europeans are still far from this...

Wikipedia has a few great articles:

- the story of the 54th Regiment,
- Sgt. WH. Harney and the first medal of honor given to an African American,
- The Fort Wagner, Morris Island, South Carolina, where 50% of the regiment got killed during its assault.

Pro - Con List

Reasons for living in the City:

+++ to be able to watch foreign movies including French ones [seen this evening: look at me by A. Jaoui, I felt immersed in France during 2 hours, and found JP. Bacrie more soupe-au-lait than ever: exquisite moments]

++ to be able to buy cool CDs, T-shirts and shoes late at night

+ 10 degrees more than in Westchester


--- I live in Westchester. Oups..

- Brooklyn rocks !

Flexible. J-MB. 

Basquiat @ Brooklyn.museum

I spent a long afternoon at the giant Brooklyn museum, especially to see the exhibition about Jean-Michel Basquiat. The artist ,who started teenager as a soho graffiti painter, was completely unknown to me. From my childhood, I just remembered the griot head that probably scared me at this time.

I've been quite captivated by the combination of the emerging hip-hop culture + Caribbean + African + NYC + drug + ... he had produced in the early eighties. I try to imagine the walls of Soho covered by his weird sentences: Parabole link - Samo(c) is dead - Charles (Parker) the First.