quarta-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2025

CHAPTERS OF ART & MEANING - I

Pleading for my Land by Herbert Pagani

Yesterday, I was in the métro and I heard two ladies say,
“These Jews again, harking their demands at the UN.
What a pain in the ass!”
It’s true. We are a pain in the ass.
The world has been pissed off for centuries.
It’s in our nature, what can you expect?
Abraham with his unique god,
Moses with his Ten Commandments,
Jesus with his other cheek always ready for the second slap.
Freud, Marx, and Einstein,
They were all revolutionaries, enemies of the Establishment.
Why so? Because the Establishment, throughout the centuries,
Could not satisfy them, since they were always excluded.

To question, to see further, to change the world, to change destiny,
Such was the fate of my ancestors. That’s why they are so hated.

The right-wing anti-Semite blames the Jews
For carrying out the Bolshevik revolution.
It’s true. There were a lot of them in 1917.

The leftist anti-Semite blames the Jews
For being the owners of Manhattan, the managers of capitalism.
It’s true. There are a lot of Jewish capitalists.
The reason is simple: Culture, religion, revolutionary ideas,
On the one hand, money and banks,
On the other, are the only transportable values,
The only available possessions for those who have no country.

Now that there is one, anti-semitism is rising from its ashes,
Or rather from OUR ashes, and it’s called anti-Zionism.
It has applied to individuals, now it applies to a nation.
Israel is a Ghetto, Jerusalem is Warsaw.
The Nazis who besiege us nowadays eat couscous and speak Arabic,
And if their croissant sometimes disguises itself as a sickle,
It is the better to stalk us around the world.
I, a left-wing Jew, have nothing to do
With a left that wants to liberate all men to the detriment of some,
Because I am precisely one of them.
We should all strive for equality but also fight for the right to be different.
If the left wishes me to adhere to its precepts, it cannot ignore my problem.
And my problem is that, ever since the Roman deportations
Of the 1st century of the current era, we have been hated, banished,
Crushed, robbed, hunted down, and forcibly converted.

Why, you may ask?
Because our religion, our culture, were/are deemed dangerous.
Here are a few examples that illustrate what I mean:

Judaism was the first religion to impose the sabbath,
That is, the compulsory weekly rest.
You can imagine the joy of the pharaohs,
Always intent on building a new pyramid!

Judaism forbids slavery.
You can imagine how sympathetic to the idea
The Romans were, the most significant wholesalers of free labor in Antiquity.

The Bible says: ‘The earth does not belong to man, but to God.’
From this sentence a by-law was passed,
The automatic handing-over of property every 49 years.
You can imagine the effect of such a law on the Popes of the Middle Ages
And the builders of empires during the Renaissance.

Then too, it was imperative that the people not learn the truth.

The powers that be started by banishing the Bible, then there were the libels: 
Walls of defamation that became walls of stone, that led to the ghettos.
Then came the Inquisition, the pyres, and later on the yellow star.
Auschwitz is but the industrialization of genocide,
Yet there were thousands of other genocides.
It would take me three days only to name all the pogroms
Of Spain, Russia, Poland and North Africa.

As he was forced to flee and to move around,
The Jew went everywhere, ending up being of nowhere.
We are among the people similar to the welfare children.
I don’t want to be adopted any more.
I don’t want my life to depend on my owners’ moods any more.
I don’t want to be a ‘rented citizen’ any longer.
I’ve had enough of knocking at History’s doors and of waiting until I’m told:
‘Come in!’ So, I enter and I yell!
“I am at home on this earth and in it I have my land:
It was promised to me, and it will be mine!”

What is Zionism? It is summed up in a simple sentence:
“Next year in Jerusalem.”
No, it’s not a slogan of the Club Med.
It is written in the Bible,
The book that has sold more copies than any other,
And has been misunderstood more than any other book in the world.
And this prayer became a roar, a roar that is over 2000 years old;
The fathers of Columbus, Kafka, Proust, Chagall, Marx, Einstein,
And even Mr. Kissinger, have repeated this sentence, this roar,
At least once a year, on Passover.

Then, is Zionism equal to Racism?
Don’t make me laugh!
Is ‘Gentle France, dear country of my childhood’
(A song by Charles Trenet: ‘Douce France, cher pays de mon enfance’)
A racist anthem?
Zionism is the name of a struggle for freedom!

In the world, everybody has its Jews.
The French have theirs: they are the Breton, Occitans, Corsicans,
And the immigrant workers.
The Italians have their Sicilians;
The Americans have their Blacks;
The Spaniards their Basques.
As for us, we are EVERYBODY’S Jews.

To those that tell me: ‘What about the Palestinians?’,
I answer: “I am a 2000 year-old Palestinian.
I am the oldest oppressed man in the world.”

I will negotiate with them, but I will not yield my place to them.
There’s enough space there for two peoples and two nations.
The borders are to be determined together.
But the existence of one country
Cannot in anyway exclude the existence of the other.
And the political options of a government
Never called into question the existence of a nation, whatever the nation.

Then why should Israel be an exception?

When Israel is out of danger,
I will choose among the Jews and my Arab neighbours,
Those who share my philosophy, my ideals.
But until then, I must be united with all of my people,
Even those whom I hate,
In order to counter RACISM, that terrible enemy.

Descartes was wrong when he stated: ‘I think, therefore I am’.
To me, it means nothing whatsoever.
We have been thinking for 5000 years, and we still don’t exist!

My motto therefore is: ‘I defend myself, therefore I am!’

Pleading For My Land by Herbert Pagani, 70s (1975-1976).


 


   Herbert Avraham Haggiag Pagani (1944-1988) was a Jewish artist that spent his short life creating in every area. He was a musician, a songwriter, a draftsman, a visual artist, a sculptor, a poet, a radio broadcaster, an actor, a performer...

     Herbert Pagani was expelled from Libya with his family, as many thousands of other Jews, after the second Independence of Israel in 1948. The fact that Libya was an Italian colony and that Italy lost the war (2nd World War) was also responsible for the mass migration to other countries.

     His art is very impressive, both for the originality and the deep meaning of each piece. Some are poetic and hopeful, but the most part is full of pain and the collective suffering of the Jeish people. Many of his sculptures are made with garbage and materials like wood, metal and plastic.

     About his art, Louis Aragon said:

“In my view, it is now impossible to speak of contemporary representation without taking account of Herbert Pagani’s existence. His appearance is similar to that of the greatest.”

     Below are some examples of his art.

Milan, Autumn by Herbert Pagani, 1986.

Mont Saint Michel year 2000 by Herbert Pagani, 1985.

Wheat Field in Umbria by Herbert Pagani, 1985.

Jerusalem by Herbert Pagani, n.d.

Mein Kampf by Herbert Pagani, 1986.

War Correspondant by Herbert Pagani, 1986.

Untitled by Herbert Pagani, n.d.

Rape by Herbert Pagani, 1983.

Perspective by Herbert Pagani, 1964.

Nightmare by Herbert Pagani, 1964.

Monsters by Herbert Pagani, 1964.

Untitled by Herbert Pagani, n.d.

HERBERT PAGANI official website


terça-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2024

MUSICAL CHAPTERS VII

 I'm Still Wet From October Rain


     The Eurovision festival of this year (2024) in Malmo (Sweden) was a shameful parade of hate, antisemitism, hypocrisy and censorship. The jury began refusing the Israel's song (October Rain) considering it a political song, while allowing other "political" songs and declarations coming from several of the participants, not to talk about the flags of the Islamic terrorists and the manifestations outside calling for the genocide of the Jews.

     The song was political only in the sense that it was a painful testimony that could evoke the October 7 massacre in Israel, commited by Islamic terrorists against the Israeli, Jews, Muslim, Druze and citizens from several Western countries. That song should have been praised and supported, yet it was rejected, but only by the jury because the public voted massively in that song. 

     Israel changed the title to Hurricane and parts of the lyrics. But I still hear October Rain and the message.

     Below are the lyrics of October Rain and of Hurricane.



Eden Golan - Hurricane | Israel 🇮🇱 | Official Music Video | Eurovision 2024


OCTOBER RAIN

Writers of the history

Stand with me
Look into my eyes and see
People go away but never say goodbye

Someone stole the moon tonight
Took my light
Everything is black and white
Who's the fool who told you boys don't cry?

[Pre-Chorus]

Hours and hours and flowers
Life is no game for the cowards
Why does time go wild
Every day I'm losing my mind
Holding on in this mysterious ride

[Chorus]

Dancing in the storm
We got nothing to hide
Take me home
And leave the world behind
And I promise you that never again
I'm still wet from this October rain
October rain

Living in a fantasy
Ecstasy
Everything's meant to be
We shall pass but love will never die

[Pre-Chorus]

Hours and hours and flowers
Life is no game for the cowards
Why does time go wild
Every day I'm loosing my mind
Holding on in this mysterious ride

[Chorus]

Dancing in the storm
We got nothing to hide
Take me home
And leave the world behind
And I promise you that never again
I'm still wet from this October rain
October rain
October rain

(There’s no air left to breathe
There’s no space
I’m gone day by day
Everyone is good kids one by one)

Authors: Keren Peles, Avi Ohayon and Stav Beger
Performed by Eden Golan

 

HURRICANE


Writer of my symphony
Play with me
Look into my eyes and see
People walk away but never say goodbye

Someone stole the moon tonight
Took my light
Everything is black and white
Who's the fool who told you boys don't cry?

Hours and hours, empowers
Life is no game, but it's ours
While the time goes wild

Every day, I'm losin' my mind
Holdin' on in this mysterious ride
Dancin' in the storm, I got nothin' to hide
Take it all and leave the world behind
Baby, promise me you'll hold me again
I'm still broken from this hurricane
This hurricane

Livin' in a fantasy
Ecstasy
Everything is meant to be
We shall pass, but love will never die, mm

Hours and hours, empowers
Life is no game, but it's ours
While the time goes wild

Every day, I'm losin' my mind
Holdin' on in this mysterious ride
Dancin' in the storm, I got nothin' to hide
Take it all and leave the world behind
Baby, promise me you'll hold me again
I'm still broken from this hurricane
This hurricane

This hurricane



domingo, 31 de dezembro de 2023

MUSICAL CHAPTERS VI

EXPENSIVE SOUL

     Os Expensive Soul cultivam uma música de fusão que combina diversos géneros: jazz, blues, soul, rock, pop... Nos últimos anos, voltaram-se mais para o hip hop e o rap, que continua ainda assim mesclado de outras cores mais antigas e substanciais. A primeira fase foi a mais interessante. Esperemos que a ânsia de mudar e fazer sempre coisas novas não os faça perder aquela vibe irresistível.

     Os Expensive Soul também fazem trabalhos colaborativos com outros artistas. Um dos trabalhos mais interessantes foi o que resultou da parceria com o Rui Veloso no tema Mr. Dow Jones. Em palco, esta nova atitude resulta muito bem entre os mais jovens, que exigem ritmos e batidas fortes, mesmo que sejam demasiadamente repetitivos. Em disco, os temas mais antigos continuam a ser aqueles que, provavelmente, continuarão a ouvir-se com prazer daqui a algumas décadas.  

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Expensive Soul Live, 25-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.



sábado, 31 de dezembro de 2022

LEGENDS, MYTHS & FABLES II

The Philosophical Spider and the Empirical Fly

Spider Good morning, my beauty!

The spider said to the fly that landed just in front of her eyes, waving her shiny wings. The more she waved her wings, the more her little feet went down in the smooth threads of the web.

Fly What do you mean, good morning?

My morning and probably my life just ended right now...

Spider Don’t be a fatalist, my dear, what is life without surprises?

A red berry without flavour, an acid drop of rain that kills the soul but not the thirst...

If you fell in my web, that must have some kind of purpose and meaning. From my humble point of view, everything has a purpose, even the most absurd things. Let me give you a simple example...

 (Meanwhile the fly kept sinking in the silk like shiny threads, looking around for something to save her.)

 Spider ... Yesterday, the wind took my best hat away... it was my best hat because it was the one that allowed me to have the best ideas to create my art. You must know that my lineage is a succession of extremely gifted artists... My grandfather designed the contours of the first plot in history. All the authors that came after him only had to make some adjustments here and there, change a character, the scenery, some pieces of the dialogue and eventually an open ending since my grandfather invented all the closed endings there is... And my grandmother, as you surely know, was the first to paint the sky in shades of blue and the clouds in white… some ignorant, afterwards, decided to paint them in every colour… And what was the result? Now everybody says the weather is crazy and the clouds are treacherous! But they are wrong! The only thing that is mad and treacherous is the false artists and the iconoclasts that are trying to extinguish my lineage. It´s all in vain… my philosophy is undefeatable… and probably also my luck… Otherwise, how would you explain that you’ve fallen in my web precisely when I was yearning for something tasty like you?! 

     Well, my dear, what do you think that happened to me after losing my hat?  Did I despair? Did I think that was the end of the world or the end of my life? No, my dear! Since I cannot fly, I didn’t even try to catch it in the wind. I know it would be impossible for me. So, I fabricated a completely new hat, putting inside all the ideas that I remembered to be inside my prodigious hat and... here lies the master trick... I left a big empty space... Why? 

 (This was in fact the question poseed by the fly, but her voice could hardly be heard because now the threads were getting into her mouth. In spite of that, the fly didn’t have in her eyes the look of fear or of surrender. Her little brain was following a more modest thought thread. Making simple and objective questions like: What lies below the web? How resistant are the threads? Do any enemies of the spider live around? Is there a secret passage to escape, freedom... a secret passage that even the spider-builder ignores?... Meanwhile, the spider goes on with her long speech...)

Spider Let me tell you why! My brain is unstoppable, once I put this new half empty hat on my head I’m sure that my brain will burst with new and prodigious ideas… It is almost finished, I can’t wait to try it! Do you want to see it? Probably you’d prefer to try it yourself… but I can’t allow you that, surely you understand. A total new experience may have completely unexpected consequences. Though I’m fundamentally an adventurer, my philosophical background doesn’t allow me to take as sure something that depends on the most unpredictable thing there is, EXPERIENCE itself!

 Fly Mmmm… hmmm…. Uhmmm… goshhh…

 (The fly answered imperceptibly… the spider smiling with her most lascivious, gluttonous,   mellifluous smile… anticipating the pleasure of the taste mixed with the pleasure of proving again (not to the world) but to herself the unbeatable supremacy of her brain and ancient lineage).

 Spider But I’m also the most generous being there is… so, I will put my precious hat over your head, just for a second, a luminous second before the end… I will allow you a tiny glimpse of the fabulous world that you would never understand any way, and now are losing any hope of understanding it any day…

     And so, the spider rather than putting the hat over the fly’s little head knocked her with her prodigious hat. But, oh prodigy of prodigies, golden destiny of the unbreakable logic, hope of the desperate and belief of the blind, at that moment one of those fatal surprises of life opened a hole in the web below the tiny feet of the fly. In seconds, she freed her tiny hands, grabbed the hat with all her residual strength and let herself fall into the unknown void below… taking with her the avid spider who would never give up of her precious philosophical hat.

     «And what was below, my dearest friends (yes, I’m talking to you, leaves of this tree where I inhabit)? No, not the void, not a protection net, not a monster from the swamps, not a flying carpet… no, no, no… There was only a calm little puddle of rain water where there lived a most peaceful frog, an animal of few words and decisive actions. Almost all his decisive actions usually began with him opening his big mouth and waiting that the fatidic game of fortune and un-fortune would bring him the reward for his natural and un-ambitious simplicity… under the form of a moth in the late noon, an un-cautious fly or a philosophical spider…

    Will you please make some silence, my dearest friends… the story is not over and all your guesses have the eternal flaw of the moralists that spend their time hearing stories instead of living or creating them… No, no, no… The spider didn’t fall directly into the mouth of the frog, neither did the fly escape immediately away… though I recognize that is a most common and predictable ending. However, here the moral isn’t the one which is based on a certain idea of justice, that ramshackle equilibrium between acts and consequences. Here the moral comes from beyond, it lies on the belief that life is always better than death, the belief that a lesson can only be learned if one is alive to learn it, the belief that generosity is better than revenge, the belief that the light and shiny memory of a moment of salvation can illuminate the following path than the past rage, pain or agony… Are you following me, my dearest friends? Because if you don’t follow me, this story doesn’t have a meaning and it wasn’t worth to tell it or hear it…»

    While the narrator was speaking this way to the leaves of the tree, a flower bloomed in the branch right on the side of the storyteller. Though she was just a newborn, she opened her big curious eyes and said: «Dear storyteller, I think I know how this story ended… may I say it out loud?»

— If you please! — The storyteller replied.

— I guess the fly freed herself from the web threads before falling into the frog’s mouth… then, instead of flying away to a safe place, she flew in the direction of the spider which was just touching the frog’s tongue. The fly grabbed the spider by one of her eight legs and then, yes, she flew away with the spider to a safe place… I suppose this is an open ending but I just can’t figure clearly what happened afterwards…

      «That, my dearest flower, is not the most important in this story… If life has any meaning, that action of generosity probably generated other actions of generosity, a chain of generosity that ultimately led to the birth of a new world………» 

São Ludovino, 12/4/2013 

Tai Chi, photography by São Ludovino.

Sharing the Spirit I, photography by São Ludovino.



MUSICAL CHAPTERS V

LENA D’ÁGUA

 

     For more than 35 years Lena d’Água has been composing and singing. Time didn’t pass by her. Her voice is still expressive and limpid. Last summer she performed in open air before an audience composed mainly of young people. It was refreshing to see that many of them, though they didn’t know who Lena d’Água was (she began to sing when most of them weren’t even born), paid attention  and seemed surprised. Surprised with the music and the energy of the artist, but also surprised because older people, like me, were singing along as if the songs were the latest new hits. Some of those songs are timeless and some of her new songs will be timeless too. In fact, the young ones were there for the next concert, but not me.

Lena d'Água Live, 23-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Lena d'Água Live, 23-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.


Lena d'Água Live, 23-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Lena d'Água Live, 23-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.

Lena d'Água Live, 23-6-2022, photography by São Ludovino.




 

sexta-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2021

WOUNDED WORDS FROM A FORGOTTEN LAND

Wounded Words From A Forgotten Land

I was born in Bamyan
I was born in Kabul
I was born in Panjshir
I was born everywhere…

You don’t know me

But I know who you are.
You’re the one who came to kill me
And you will kill me
With all your evil skills
Just because I am who I am
Just because I dare to look
Into the abyss of your devil soulless eyes.

You may think that you killed me before

And you did, thousands of times
You may think you killed me forever
But you didn’t and you won’t.
You just shot the reflection of your evil mind.
My innocence, my strength and my hope
Will go on to haunt you and defeat you.

While I sit and sing

(I know you forbade me to do it
And that’s one more reason to do it)
I look at the clouds and touch the ground
Always for the first and the last time.

I can hear the roar coming

I know you are just around the corner.
Before you take me and rape me
You’ll kill all my family and all my sheep.
Yet, I don’t move
I sing, I wait, I persist.  

As you pass through the hidden valleys and plains

Through the ancient gorges and the peaceful mountains
All there is loses its natural joy and innocence.
My childhood escapes to the distance
My youth vanishes as I breathe
My old age is a useless wise ragged book
1400 years is the age of my fears and my pain
You’re the inventor and executioner
Of all my nightmares.

The only paradise that you’ll meet

Is the hell you have created
Since you were born.
No 72 virgins to rape
No honey and berries to taste
No glory or reward for your inhuman deeds.
Only emptiness, evil and death
Only you, alone, with yourself
And your endless darkness.

What I see

Is not what is before me anymore.
With your creed and your gun
With your blindness and cruelty
You shut my eyes to all there is.
Yet, here I am
I sing, I wait, I persist…  

In your eyes I see only

The nothing you will be…

São Ludovino, 17/10/2021

Wounded Words From A Forgotten Land, poem & video by São Ludovino


LIFE AS A MIRAGE

Initial excerpt of the text I wrote for the video Life as a Mirage:  

There are places in the world
where life seems always
incomplete

Too many times, to live
means only to survive
against all odds

One of those places

is Afghanistan,
again,
mainly to women, children
and minorities

After centuries of endless wars
After the fall of empires and kings
After ten years of guerrilla against
the soviet occupation (1979-1989)

After years of pseudo-communism
and anti-communism
autocracy and theocracy
And a civil war that was more
a religious and ethnical war
like all wars in Islamic countries…

After Afghanistan became the nest

of terrorist groups
like Al-Qaeda.

After a partial occupation by USA and allies (2001-2021)

that brought more war, guerrilla and terror attacks
perpetrated by Islamic extremists
like the Taliban

But also freedom and rights for the majority,

mainly women, children
and ethnical minorities...

Along with the constant

tribal and religious conflicts
and the constant collusion of Pakistan,
Qatar, and other Islamic countries
with terrorists and Islamic extremists…

On August 15, 2021, the Taliban,
an Islamic extremist group,
took over the power again
and brought fear, death
and oppression again...
after a first long bloody nightmare
1996-2001


Life as a Mirage - Afghanistan, text & video by São Ludovino