dimanche 25 novembre 2012

vendredi 23 novembre 2012

7 ans, châtré lors de sa circoncision !

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/7-year-old-loses-genitals-after-circumcision-fighting-for-life/articleshow/17330245.cms

La cour suprême du Canada rejette l'appel d'un condamné pour circoncision "religieuse"

Décision : http://scc.lexum.org/decisia-scc-csc/scc-csc/scc-csc/en/item/12716/index.do.

Article :

Trixie Whitley, a genius sings the blues for a beloved father


Very few jazzmen will have had their death celebrated as brilliantly as Chris Whitley (1960 - 2005). Indeed, his own daughter's songs seem to mourn him with a formidable rage. The rage of an admirable filial piety rebelling against the disappearance of a beloved dad when she was 18 years old. Trixie is making her way as a major singer songwriter, of great originality and talent, always happily accompanied by excellent musicians.



When I expressed my admiration to her at the exit of her 10.25.2012 Paris concert in La Cigale, I told her: "For me, you are a genius of jazz like Monk or Davis"; she seemed to doubt it and I repeated hardening my face so that she would not think it flattering.

She answered: "Oh, Monk is my hero!"

That was a lovely childish answer, and indeed, geniuses are the ones who, as adults, allow the child within themselves to speak up.

Congratulations, Trixie, when hearing your extraordinarily husky and heartwrenching voice, we cannot help but sharing your sorrow and grieving together with you. Such a voice gets us in the guts and will forever remain engraved in our hearts and souls.

dimanche 18 novembre 2012

L'excision à l'hôpital pire que la traditionnelle !

"The danger of medicalization of FC, lays in the fact that midwives tend to use scissors instead of penknives and thus this tools are used for real cutting of the clitoris (incision and excision), where traditional providers more often use penknives for more symbolic acts of scraping or rubbing, and pricking or piercing the outer part of clitoris."
 
http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache%3AepHsdQBxDYUJ%3Apdf.usaid.gov%2Fpdf_docs%2FPNACU138.pdf+indonesia+FGM+USAID&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk

samedi 17 novembre 2012

Stars and sexual mutilation





I spoke to Joan Baez at the end of her 21 March 2006 Paris concert in Le grand Rex. I had been waiting for her at the artist exit. After her formidable singing for at least two hours with an as powerful voice as when young, we glanced at each other over the barrier made by her nervous bodyguards (I heard them saying that someone wanted to murder her). I had the most fantastic eye orgasm of my life: not a love stream (cf. John Cassavetes's movie), a love river, at least the Nile..., an extreme enjoyment, "the time of my life", like never before and probably after... As she was passing a meter from me, I told her: "Mrs. Baez, I have come to ask you to say a few words in a movie against sexual mutilation." (that a French intactivist was making). She did as if she had not heard. I then tried to give her a letter against sexual mutilation, asking her to sing against it but, refusing to sign autographs to the three dozens of persons who had been queuing to talk to her, she abruptly went away in a roaring limousine. I had had the opportunity to give my letter to a member of her team; she never answered.

A few years after, at the end of her show in La Cigale, I asked Suzanne Vega to put in music my poem "For the rights of the child". We shook hands dearly but I never got an answer.

The year later, in the same place, I gave a similar request to a member of Ani Difranco's team (she did not come and speak to the people after the concert). No answer either!

At last, 23 July 2011, in my daily walk in the Latin Quarter, I dropped upon Carly Bryant busking at the cross-roads of rue de la Harpe and Rue Saint Séverin. I had a beautifully sweet time; mere enchantment. As I was amazed, the Chinese manager of the restaurant who was listening next to me taught me: "This is soul music, real good."


He couldn't notice the very sweet and long, obviously shared this time, love stream between Carly and I ("love at first sight"), my next after Joan Baez six years before. At the end of her gig, holding the 5 Euros of her CD out to her, I told her: "That was brilliant (I didn't know her name yet!), could I have a CD, please."



Later on, I sent her an e-mail asking her to sing in a concert against FGM,suggesting that she would write a song for the opportunity.

She did not only offer to do it:

"So, a song for human rights (I underline) I CAN do.",

but speaking about human rights rather than women's rights, she also interpreted my request in a nonsexist way; see the two kid drawing that she adopted in her photo album where she quotes this article on various opportunities:


AND SHE COULD; no one's heard the new song yet, it's called "H.E.L.P., part 2", with the same magnificent music as "H.E.L.P. - part 1":


I'm solemnly asking all intactivists around the world, particularly the feminists, to invite her to sing it.

info@carlybryant.co.uk

A star with a marvelous voice is born: Carly Bryant (updated 03.01.2016)


This article updates and translates the first one, issued August 21 2011 in the French edition of the Huffington Post (today disappeared but the archives of which may be consulted):
http://archives-lepost.huffingtonpost.fr/article/2011/08/21/2572706_a-star-is-born-carly-briant.html.
Following it, Carly told her friend Nadeah: "He is my best fan!"


- Carly by herself at Brunel music university: http://www.brunel.ac.uk/student-profiles/carly-bryant

- CARLY'S photo album

- Notice that, from her quoting several articles of this blog, Carly supports intactivism: the international movement favouring the sexual integrity of the child.

 



                                                     "Each second you feel strong, 
                                                   Well, it's one you deserve, baby."


It is not only a golden voice that England enjoys with Carly Bryant; it is above all a creativity that can only be compared with that of the Beatles. A singer songwriter, she sings sentimental ballads but she is not one more of those all alike plaintive soul singers; she is the one at least whose amazing vocal, musical and textual personality detonates. Formed in the streets and pubs of Brighton since fourteen years old, Carly puts a dazzling poetic and melodic richness in the service of a touchy sensitivity. She rocks us with beautiful stirring-rhythm melodies in a style that mingles elegance, sweetness and dynamism..




Carly is bewitching but her smiling charm remains modest. Simple, cheerful, friendly, fresh with her great youth, Carly distinguishes herself by the extraordinary timber of vocal chords that all qualify "magic". She uses them with gentleness, tenderness or power, blended with irony and fighting spirit. Words can only give a pale image of that incredible voice which no one in our knowledge comes near to. Fascinating, it goes from the energetic virile ("One hell of a voice!") to the most tender feminine. Varying from exquisite compassion and delicacy to husky, passionate and rough accents, it has been compared with the chameleon. Poignant with emotional intensity, it locates her between Barbara and Krall but with a bite and irony that belong to her alone. Her exquisite sensitivity, enthusiasms and tenderness immediately take your heart with an evidence that won't let you go. Carly promises "a pocketful of rye" (title of her third CD) but gives a harvest of love. She sings straight to the heart.




The spellbinding and intimate atmosphere of her second CD: "sing a song of sixpence", each time gives us an emotional shock; we can but listen to it with reverence. It looks like a journey to hell that ends up in "paradise". Carly affirms herself as a poetess of deep sentiment and thinking about love and friendship, with the worry of social criticism of a sharp conscience, expert at revealing hidden truths: "… you found you were a part of a race for women…", "… the lies that break up the bonds between people", "each truth we need to speak makes the future less and less bleak", etc. She presents her encounters, sharing gripping thoughts and rare emotions.

With Any DiFranco


One year later, Carly has overcome her difficulties in a more mature, delightfully sentimental work. Her third CD confirms her taste for sobering thoughts but also for the intimate and the ephemeral: the sudden departure of an orchestra of swallows singing her a symphony, the sensuality of a smell, her as-fragile-as-glass heart that saddens at not being able to trust a whimsical sun. Carly counts us idylls in jeans and T-shirts. From the sadness of the idle "boys that (she) likes" to the ironic and carnal cheerfulness of her "mmm", passing by the Lamartinelike romanticism of "What you say", the moving tenderness of "fragility lies", the melancholy of "on & on & on" and the determination of "time is changing", she sings her loves, tastes, hopes, dreams and angers. She exposes the cruelty of a universe "without a clue", where a wedding with a seducer looks like a funeral, where "reason bears no resemblance to the truth" and where "it's what you don't say… that hurts". But "what you say" (the first song), Carly, is divine. You hate the lies of the perverse relationship between voyeuristic males and exhibitionist females. You are ironic about the sophisticated jargon of a gilded youth whose subtle but harsh lies break fragile hearts. You despise the snobbism and fashions of that world of appearances that loses itself in image while forgetting the essential:


"i'm not interested in the style and the fake tan
i'm not interested in an overnight singing sensation,
i'm not interested in a pimp-my-profile generation,
i'm not interested in the money of the rich man dream." (i don't think that you noticed me)

And you rebel against the suicidal violence of war games, cell phones and prostitution "on line" ("time is changing"). You revolt against repetition about which you wonder: "what am I doing wrong? how do we move on?" (on & on & on). You put your finger on the issue, asserting: "it's some kind of taboo", elephant like, that gnaws at us. So, if you radiate joy of life and if one of your favorite words is "orgasm", several of your songs have dramatic accents.

All have beautiful melodies to the point that making a "best of" them would be difficult; each one is a small masterpiece of melodic beauty, sharp intelligence and touching poetry.

Accompagnying Nadeah


A daughter of the Beatles, Baez, Dylan, Cohen, friend de DiFranco and Nadeah, Carly wants it to move on; she rejects as much the alibis of ignorance as the enticing exhibitionism and the dreams of the wealthy. Thanks for existing, Carly; a few moments with you are an enchantment. You are a rising star of soul, a great future is awaiting you. You sing: "I'm not the travelling type" ("Take me home") but you're going to spend your life in tours! You sing: "Take me home", the whole earth will be your home.

"Carly Bryant is so much more than just another girl with a guitar. Her voice has depth and originality, her compositions are peppered with spectacular and thought-provoking lines. She plays her guitar with such fluidity, panache and rhythmic effect that it becomes an extension of herself. This is a beautiful must-see, must-hear act." 




albums:
- twelve (2005) (unavailable)
"Carly Bryant can sing, can play, and is worth listening to. If you are very lucky you may find singer-guitarist Carly Bryant as I did playing the streets of Brighton. If you do, pick up a copy of her album Twelve. You will not regret it, it is brilliant!" Keith Parkins, journalist, 2007
- four and twenty blackbirds (2012)
Listen to the very beautiful "Take me home": https://soundcloud.com/carly-bryant
and try to find "Shadows"
- Underground man: https://vimeo.com/116056209
- a masterpiece: Porque te vas in French: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=500PaDf8-FU
- Carly's google page, notably for "Poisonous love": https://plus.google.com/107433232394650557864


Listen to 6 songs, of which 5 videos:
"Dancing from satellite to satellite": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jl0Z9FOGYbw
(the formidable first demo version has unfortunately disappeared, a great loss for Carly's admirers! Carly, please, put it back) 
"H.E.L.P.": the splendid first version that I could find again:
3 videos where Carly, merry as never, looks seventeen (Le cactus, Paris, August 2011)
(vidéo du 22 octobre)


Videos (La Maroquinerie - Paris, 12 december 2011) :
"Je voulais te dire" (Sophie Cappere cover)


photos by Sharon Kilgannon (?)
rare photos by Peter Williams