Ahé! Johnny Depp and all that Indian Jazz!

This blog comes orginally from ” Trail of Tears”
http://trailoftears.ning.com/profile/LunaTwist
I post it also at those places:
http://www.ipernity.com/home/81482?rev=31

http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=1123059196&ref=profile

(The introduction is about the fact I like a picture very much as it went well with my page,
you can see it below.)
If I haven’t post anything lately, it has all to do with the fact that I like the horse’s picture so much.
O! I can always find a thing or 2 to say.
No worries about that.
Since I read that fantastic book of Julia Cameron,
I am never short about what I could create or recreate.
And I am never short either of words, either of topics.
Like this one:
Many a woman I know have develop a kind of fixation on Johnny Depp.
And honestly, I always find him very Indian like looking,
so what do you think about that?
I think he is a good actor too and has a kind of humor I appreciate.
Well, yeah, sure, he is good looking too.
What were you expecting me to say?
Even if I think good looks have never mean you were automatically a good actor.
Personally I find DiCaprio is NOT good looking,
never found that.
Strange looking, yes.
But what an actor.
But to my knowledge he is just like me,
not one drop of Indian blood
so I’ll drop the subject.
My question is…
Yes, I have a question…
Which American actor is Indian?
Yes!
A simple as that.
The Blacks,
I can see plainly by myself,
but the Indians,
I am only guessing.
And I could be as wrong as possible.
If you would not know otherwise,
I bet you could say Jackie Chan is one….
I found that:
http://www.nativecelebs.com/actors8.htm
This blog is just meant to vent the sadness all around…
( one of my best pals there lost a son and we all share her sadness,
last years, in that quite knitten community,
2 others lost their in a span of one week)

Hey, look what I found after a googling search!
I thought so…
http://www.johnnydepp-zone.com/deppster/

Johnny’s Cherokee heritage comes from both sides of his family, but is particularly strong on his mother’s side. Johnny’s great-grandmother, Minnie, was a full-blooded Cherokee. He also has Irish and German ancestry. He discussed his ethnicity in a television interview in 2002:
Interviewer: Indian origins?
Johnny Depp: Yeah, I’m a sort of –
Interviewer: Cherokee?
Johnny Depp: Yeah, I’m a mixture of all sorts of things.
Interviewer: German, Irish?
Johnny Depp: Yeah. Pu-pu platter, yeah. Combination of weird things. Indian, Irish, German and god knows what. Just a mutt, really.

Don’t ask me why he wears what is like a sioux head.
(Photo below)
If I am wrong, tell me.
http://www.nativeartstrading.com/Headdresses.htm

Here, it is one of those clips, I adore.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMQGCoaXex0

Something interesting too.
Iggy Pop, Vanessa Paradis, Chrissie Hynde and Johnnnnnnnnny!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJ1XqEz9D1o
Chrissie?
Pic from Jim Jarmush’s movie:
Dead Man…

 

 

Les mots du Phoenix: pont et forêt…

Ce rêve de pont et de forêt, mon cher ami…

Je ne vous le cache pas, il me hante.

N’importe quel petit bois à cet effet sur moi.

Connaissez-vous cette comptine?

“Et derrière chez moi

Savez-vous, quoi qu’il y a?

….

Lonla, lonlaine…

Le p’tit bois….”

Et bien, derrière chez moi,

Il n’y avait en avait pas.

Non! Pas de petit bois

Lonlaine, lonla…

Seulement une prairie à pic

Où paissaient, broutaient,

Les brebis de ma Mère-grand.

Un peu plus loin,

Ou plutôt,  plus bas sur la route

             Que l’on appelait                 

Le Chemin de…

Nous conduisant chez elle,

Chez moi,

Malgré son nom,

Le petit

« Bois Saint-Antoine »

N’en était pas un.

 Seulement une sentine fort étroite …

Où, ma soeur, mes cousins et moi,

Rejouions les quatre cents coups.

D’une façon fort raisonnable,

Timides ou presque, comme nous étions.

Et là, hélas, trois fois hélas :

Point de pont: ni en pierre, ni en bois

Pour nous mener en ce bel endroit.

Cependant…

Le ruisseau séparant du talus

Notre maison familiale,

Lui, était enjambé par une minuscule

Construction de fortune:

(Quelques pierres, un peu de terre,

Et dieu seul sait quoi d’autre)

Exactement là où il s’élargissait

Et devenait un étang cimenté

Très vite envahi par les boues

Et les polis galets,

Que le  « Petit Ry » charriait

Et charrie toujours en chantant.

De cascatelles en cascatelles…

Loin d’être un lac,

Il n’était pas une mare:

Pas de canards!

Mais ! Que de têtards

Peu profond, il était bordé de buis

Et de lys d’un jour…

Ah! L’orange des hémérocalles!

Et à la fin de sa boucle,

Ses eaux se jetaient,

Quand elles le voulaient,

(Et peut-être en est-il toujours de même

Á ce jour…)

Dans une excavation,

Un genre de puits

Entouré de haies dissuasives :

Des houx aux baies rouges

Pour protéger les enfants curieux

Et en recherche de sensations

Indiennes que nous étions.

Alors, vous pensez bien que de voir

Réunis deux mots aussi poétiques

N’a pu que me tenter et m’entraîner

Vers cette évocation.

Source :

La maison où j’ai grandi… 

Pav goes to Budapest…

And I went to the Dragon poet song.

Pav met an Italian friend three times

In his stay of four days…

He calls that coincidence.

I like to say serendipity.

If I had time, what a lot of those synchronicities,

Would I evoke for you!

Then, is it something

More boring 

That someone memories?

However!

Let’s call my main personage: Lorenzacio.

For privacy sake!

Somewhere on an island, I met him.

Full moon night, Yuletide.

-Long time gone…

Don’t think much of the past for past sake-

I broke the pot which contained my savings;

Left without a-saying;

What could I do…

Them calling me a friend;

Was I?

Is a confident always a friend?

Or a kind of first hand garbage…

They were in the middle of the start

Of

The wreckage of their love,

Life.

Their ship was sinking very fast

And that just in front of the marina,

Full of sailors, foreigners and boats,

Such a part of it. 

Their Love daughter was only that by name.

Not all children are nice, remember.

So, when Lorenzacio

Started to quote

Anthonin Artaud,

The emptiness or the beauty

Asked for change…

At least of residence.

We decided for the land of plenty:

History blends with grapefruits.

He called me Adelaide;

That always send me a-shivering…

We drank cannelle-tea

-We spoke French-

Cinamar if you want…

Then…

I lost him in Athens.

Find in back on the green,

Three stones of Jaffa.

If you love Arthaud,

You might have

A side quite far from pale

Despite your emaciated face.

Lorenzacio had play the death game.

Was saved by a good Samaritan.

He told me he resented it.

Made me make the promise.

Let me die if I lay…

The promise , I did.

Not knowing better.

I had already see too much cancer

A month later….

Asked Orlando- name change

For privacy sake-

What happened between you two?

Is there murder or is it blood?

“No!

Only Rachel cuts his hair.” 

But also her clear and sound 

Love for life, sea and sun…

Has re-made him.

Now, he was a golden boy.

And I thanked her for that,

And still do.

Some are asked for death,

Other for life…

That you have to accept…