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Jeudi, juillet 9 2009

La mort de Mickael Jackson

Je ne vais pas m’étaler sur la mort de ce monument musical, mais je tenais à mettre ici le poème de Maya Angelou, qui a été lu par Queen Latifah lors de la cérémonie rendant hommage à Mickael.

We Had Him by Maya Angelou was read out at the memorial by Queen Latifah.

We Had Him

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing

Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace
Sing our songs among the stars and and walk our dances across the face of the moon

In the instant we learn that Michael is gone we know nothing
No clocks can tell our time and no oceans can rush our tides
With the abrupt absence of our treasure

Though we our many, each of us is achingly alone
Piercingly alone
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him

He came to us from the Creator, trailing creativity in abundance
Despite the anguish of life he was sheathed in mother love and family love and survived and did not more than that

He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style
We had him
Whether we knew who he was or did not know, he was our’s and we were his
We had him

Beautiful, delighting our eyes
He raked his hat slant over his brow and took a pose on his toes for all of us and we laughed and stomped our feet for him
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing
He gave us all he had been given

Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana’s Blackstar Square, in Johannesburg, in Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama and Birmingham England, we are missing Michael Jackson

But we do know that we had him
And we are the world.

Mercredi, avril 28 2004

Poème

Je ne sais qui est l’auteur de ce poeme, je sais simplement que c’est une traduction d’un poeme américain qui date des années 60 et je n’ai pas trouvé l’original…




Tue moi

Je ne suis pas encore né. Console moi J’ai peur du genre humain parce qu’il peut M’emmurer derrière de grands murs M’abrutir avec ses drogues, me tromper par ses savants mensonges Me fracasser sur des roches noires, me rouler dans des bains de sang…

Je ne suis pas encore né ; rempli moi De force contre ceux qui voudrait geler mon Humanité, me forcer à devenir un automate assassin Un rouage de la machine… Et contre tous ceux Qui voudrait faire éclater mon intégrité… Me répandre Comme de l’eau qu’on tient dans ses mains Ne les laisse pas faire de moi une pierre et ne les laisses pas me répandre

Sinon tue moi.