Mackneen_The Algerian Goldfinch, And It’s “All About Me.” This is It

Mackneen, The Algerian Goldfinch
It’s All about me

This is it
I have read the post “Capturing the Goldfinch, by Mr. Nevala Lee, and wondered how come it slipped from my mind, to put ink to paper all the moments in my life I passed reading books, and didn’t get the idea to start writing, although sometimes, I got inspired, first by my father who was illiterate, and saying to me that if he could write, and read, he can fill a tome with his experiences in life. Then, I listen to music, of all genres, but my preference goes to opera,Puccini, and Algerian Chaabi music, whereas the lyrics in a story that moves you to the edges of your feelings to get inspired to write your own history.
Capturing the Goldfinch
To begin with, start by capturing the idea, before writing a book; first, catch yourself a goldfinch , then the moment you sat, write; just write, and keep writing, while listening to the tweeting of the bird, don’t edit! just write!

“Seize  the thing, and the words will follow.”_Cicero, Roman centuries”

How to catch a Goldfinch à-l’ancienne_ the olde way

First, go to the pet market, buy a caged goldfinch, preference goes to a five to ten years old one, it’s expensive, by the way, and because of the ramage; it has a long-lasting tweeting, and it serves as a bait for capturing a goldfinch. Then, plan a trip to the wild, where hiking is a must. The trick is, to capture a goldfinch you need to conceive a recipe to make a natural glue made from thistles milk that you rob with some tiny sticks, that you fix on sprigs of a thistles once in the wild, on the spot where a flock of finches drop from the tree to feed and bath and drink from a pond or a rivulet; one might stick to the tricky sticks. Why thisles? Because it’s a preferred plant for its seeds for a goldfinch, and it’s from where that it is French named. Then, It’s risky, it’s illegal, and you can pay a fine, get arrested for poaching if you don’t have authorization from The National Parks; (you can keep a bird for one year, for studies and the like, than you must return it to its environment site. Otherwise, Take with you your watercolor kit your camera, and a sketchbook if you are just a bird-watcher,like me, plus a notebook, for when you are sentences watcher like me

Then, how to write a book, a novel, one of a kind, to get inspired ;  by chance I get across the book, through  the Reader, when I read the post about The Goldfinch.


Mackneen, The Algerian Goldfinch
Mackneen, The Algerian Goldfinch

The Goldfinch

Literally, it’s so true, and captivating too, a page-turning, pining to seat, and all, and all. Have you ever read the book_The Goldfinch?_a novel, by Donna Tartt. I Didn’t get the chance yet to finish reading the book, to capture the moment, alas! Time flies. It’s annoying, that you keep reading after a hundred pages, pined to your seat, waiting  for the writer to come to the point, but you can’t give up; and this is the secret: “The fascination by the Quest.” I wish! I could do it, at least once in my life,  like Vladimir Nabokov did it, and the happy few other writers of the last century also, who had the time to run after butterflies, live their life, and write. To leave a book that others read, like” Speak, Memories.”

Hemingway, also did it, “The Sun also rises,” it makes you travel with him by car, seated as you were a discrete ghost-writer, invited for a journey from Paris to Spain through the landscapes,  and you discovered  surprisingly, that he stopped at inns, had the time for fishing, and to go on foot to a river faraway, and forced you to follow him, you can’t stay alone in the inn curious about what happened, with the sole idea of thinking of it, it is enough to discourage you to go buy cigarettes at the newsstand, next door, when outside  is 94 F by noon. Then, to fish, to swim, to lunch, and to take a nap, it is a luxury, and a gourmet,  nowadays…I don’t know if writers still do it, with a half-hour lunch break. Then, (It is in the book), the author, writer, and character, all in one personage, he walked you through pages, to beautiful Spain villages, and dusty towns,  with a couple of friends, looking after corrida, toros, depaysement, a change of scenery, and love affairs, and to resume and leaves you at a cross-street lights, puzzled.

“Seize the thing, and the words will follow,”_Cicero “

“Capturing The Goldfinch”_the book, literally  it’s so true, also

I know why The Caged Birds sing,
ah me, when his wing is bruised and his bosom sore
when he hit the bars, and would be free;
it is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his hearth’s deep core,
but a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings I  know why the caged bird sings__Maya Angelou

I have named my blog_ Mackneen, The Algerian Goldfinch, some five years ago, and almost two years before Donna Tartt, the Author was writing her novel, it was a good omen for me, some sort, although  I didn’t know the project then, but mine, it was that,  I was dedicated to write a book about , a goldfinch, this small bird, symbol of freedom, dear to Algerian people, to whom and for, I pay as a tribute of the episode in their fight for their liberty from 132 years, an usurped  and occupied country, until 1962 , until to be freed.

El Baji, an Algerian songwriter, wrote “El Mackneen”, his song, in prison in the later 50s, and was imprisoned for political protests, at the epoch of the French occupation of  the  Overseas Colonies. Unfortunately, decades later, after the Independence of Algeria, after that the joy of celebrating freedom was consumed,  the breeding of the birds, and encaging of the goldfinch, became a business flourishing, so anarchical , and devastating that It put the species at risk of being  an endangered bird in Algeria; so I write posts, in that regard, to bring to attention to  the youths, and the audiences throughout posts to mass medias.

So, please join me by your likes and follows on my blog. I don’t expect too much popularity, but it may help to persevere it, and to strife; it’s a challenge, and time is running, although the species became protected lately, thanks to the Authorities whom they struggle restlessly to put an end to the sordid business, but  still, it’s still remains endangered, and in its way to disappearance.

It was by chance that I discovered the subject, last time when I went back to Algiers, I was invited to a wedding party, and during a small talk that I had with an old friend of mine; a passionate guy about goldfinches, fishing,  and  Chaabi music, (a world Blues genre,)  at a detour of a conversation,  in wich he told me that the bird was becoming rare, and  the irreversible disaster caused by Bird breeding was already consumed. And, knowing that I am native from Kaddous, Oued-Roumane, a small village in  the shrubbery region in the suburbs of Algiers, and  then, ago was  the natural home and habitat of the goldfinch species, a small town of a hundred families,  hidden  among orchards, vineyards, and woodlands,  just at a throw of stone, in the vicinity of Algiers, the capital of Algeria, he asked me then if by any chance I know someone, of my relatives that could have one. This is it.

For instance, the species worth ten thousands Dinars each, almost two hundred dollars, just to have an idea about the whole birdie business. Actually, it’s more than that, just have a  look at YouTube.

So, please join me by your likes, and followings on my blog.

And Many Thanks

_Kalimelo June 21st, 2015 at 8:25 am Ps:Today, It’s the first day of Summer, the solstice, and the Celebration of Music,  worldwide, sort of, a happy coincidence to write a post, and to listen to: El Gusto Orchestra Music Chaabi

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First Crush

First Crush or  “The Early Years” never die”

First crush o’ “The Early Years,” never dies

She  walked in a hurry, and passed side by side of both of us, me and him, her hair was long and dark that falling on her shoulders, like a shadow of a tree in a desert like looking for some freshness at noon, and she smiled to both of us, furtively as she continue walking and we following her behind.

We were kids of just  ten years old then,  or twelve my friend maybe, and stilI remember, that day; ‘t was a day like today, sunny and bright, like after a snowstorm, ‘t seemed like a brand-new day  just for us _at least it’s what  I believed, or maybe that was love, the first time. I grabbed a handful of snow and  threw it gently at her, mid-fearless, mid-brave, with a smile that just hidden  the swoony feeling in my guts.

She turned back, and look at him, but then at me, her eyes regard fallen oblic on my mitts wet by the snow , and then  she smiled at me, and contained her laughter within her hand to her mouth, oh! my. And I, standing shy with a penod and guilty air, I felt what a pity I was in, then suddenly, I felt my face red like a thousand suns had burned my checks, and my hearth; I would loved I could have died instantly, and would dived and hidden in the deepest of your black eyes, at that instant, to cool down the fire that she  just had started  ablaze in my heart.

I may have forgotten her name with time, and barely fathom the features of her face, but now and then, from time to time, as I cross a street,  it seems that I recognize you in the face of that beautiful woman who just  walked  to me, and passed, I looked behind over my shoulder, And  smile.

Time, and again

It reminds me a song of AbdelHaleem Hafiz, an Egyptian singer of the sixties, known also by the nickname of the Rosignol of the Middle-East

Chaabi hours

I felt so good, sometimes ago, last summer, when browsing YouTube, I came across a video of “ El Gusto” Group Orchestra, during its passage at the RockefellerCenter, in New York, taken by aficionado of the Chaabi Music of Algiers. Which exhibition unfortunately I missed, alas! Then, after show, it’s averred to be a grandiose manifestation of a coterie of remaining talented artists , who were still alive, belonging from all of the communities that existed in Algiers before the events of 1962. Which venue reunites them to un orchestra,  thanks to a lit’le bout- de- femme, named Safinez with a tremendous talent, for a unique Concert in the history of the Chaabi music of all times. And that event will make history for the next coming generations of fans, for sure. There were a golden time for the Algerian Chaabi music, a Blues Genre in the Algerian music repertoires in the 60’s, that was just  after the Independence of Algeria.

Continue reading Chaabi hours

The birth of the tragedy|Do you have a Dream?

Algeria, the birth the tragedy, and or the rebirth of the Phoenix from its aches

I haven’t read this book of Nietzsche since high-school. Then, the “noire decades” came along after the few years of bliss that followed the Independence day of Algeria. Surviving the two bloody eras, I came across the book while browsing online, then it stoke my memory, and I recalled the subject. In my opinion, the tragedy that Algeria has lived lately, in 1990’s, which we called it by the blackened Era, resembles in most of its aspects the ancient Greek tragedy, save that it started the same day, the 8th of May 1945, while the whole World was celebrating the end of war world II –WWII with the toll of 20 millions  people who died for democracy– the Algerian people broke out in the street parading and charging the joy of million people around the world, they were repressed in to their blood in response to his zealous audacity for asking for the promised independence, in tribute to their combat to free France, and the help they gave to get rid of the Nazism, and Fascism in Europe. Algeria yet had to paid more for a postponed liberty, with a struggle of seven years of combat, then after having tasted the savor of freedom for a few time, yet they had to discover the other mask behind the second act of the play; Democracy has an extra price to be paid for it, also, although they were debt-free.

In the last century we we’re spoiled from  our homeland in the name of freedom, see_Seven Pillars of wisdom, Lawrence of Arabia, the Arabs Revolution. I am afraid, we will be enslaved intellectually, in this new millennium, in the name of democracy, if we will not produce our own culture, and reject the fabricated one_From freedom to democracy, if we continue to indulge the imposed one, what they call it by “The Arabs Spring”. Notwithstanding that if we continue to accept dictatorship, then it is pure nihilism, and that is the masochism  that we have to suffer in the meantime, but still we have the genius to get rid of it with the use of our own tools–“Le butin the guerre”– dear to Kateb Yacine, Algerian writer_”Nedjma”

Save the Algerian Goldfinch! Sauvons le chardoneret Parva! اياو نحمي مقنين الزين

The Goldfinch|http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/10/31/daily-prompt-6/
Initially, that was my first blog and my calling:
One more day, and spring will be here.

“Arabieya”, Spring-Time, is a song of El haj, the Master of Chaâbi, the Algerian blues genre usually amplified the street air of Algiers from the radio, with El Mackneen,  another song of Dahmane El Harrachi, the author of “Ya Rayah” the song that is spread worldwide today, Farid El Atrach, “waddi-Errabieÿh

One more day, and spring is here. “Ar’bayia”, the chaabi song of El haj El Anka, and El Mackneen ezzine of El Badji, that he wrote in prison, that El haj El Ankiss sang with virtuoso, hymn for Freedom
there is no best way to celebrate Spring than to make tha first day of Spring, the Day of El Makneen in Algeria. عيد المقنين Mars 21. A dream make lt true

you name it, French, English, Arabs, and whatever. This is, a tradition, a way to celebrate the coming of the spring that goes back to the days of olden, when people took their time to live, and appreciate the moment. Perhaps it is proper to Mediterranean people temperament; whom are more encline to enjoy the year-long sunny days, or perhaps. it is due to the clime of thought that I have in this moment, just as it cross my mind. My preferred ones  among those was “El Rab’beia “_The Spring, it was one of the latest Chaâbi song of El haj El Anka, at that time, and El Makneen_the Goldfinch _Ezzine of El Badji, which he wrote in prison, and that El haj El Ankiss sang with virtuoso, a hymn to Freedom. All those three are Algerian artists. Like in Europe, and some countries around the world, they celebrate the solstice of Summer with music, I thought there is no best way to celebrate Spring than the making as the first day of Spring, the Day of El Mackneen in Algeria. عيد المقنين  Marsh, 21st. or it is just a dream to make lt thru, never mind
Then back to reality:
Faut pas rever!  wake up. C’est pas  de l’ utopia, get some guts , open the d… cage and free the lit’le dude, while listening, to “Erb’yia”, or whatever  pleased you.

Happy day

For Les Amis de Mackneen, The Algerian Goldfinch Blog

—Once in a while—
SOMETHING
AMAZING
Comes Along…
___….AND HERE IT IS!…___

Voila!

_Spring is here, Brooklyn is blooming.

Happy, but a lit’le upset, I would  be glad, and more if I had an Algerian Goldfinch “Makneen”, my pet caged bird, then I would put some music Chaabi, a Blues genre, open the window, have a cup of Algerian green tea mint, and just sit, and write.

My Aim, five years ago, it was an invitation to the people of Algiers for a plea,  a petition to make this day –the 21st of March– the Mackneen Day, an Emblem of Algiers City, the capital of Algeria, since it is a symbol of Freedom, for the Liberation of Algeria from the French colonization of the country during 132 years of occupation. The plea was in homage  to El Baji, who wrote the lyrics, and sung it for the first time, the El Ankis, another Algerian singer,  Dahmane El Harachi, El Hachemi, and all the other masters of Algerian Chaabi Music, a Blues genre,  whom they sung_ El Mackneen, afterward, the Chardonneret, or if you like, the Goldfinch.

It didn’t work all this time , so I persisted in blogging about small things, peculiar to the subject, like the environment in wich the bird is living, the anarchic breeding, the people who bird breed , and the disaster that the urbanization caused, the housing projects, pollution, and all these factors that concurred to endangered the very existence of the Goldfinch, because it is the first thing obvious and an alarming fact, that it became hard to find in nature, and I was brooding around as much as I can to acknowledge people about it, but, it was not in vain.

Dear Reader, guess what!

It’s amazing! Today, I have a five years Anniversary blogging with WordPress.com, and a congratulation reward. An  achievement, finally my blog got a name,” Mackneen,The Algerian Goldfinch

_ a “Name; though it seem a superficial and outward matter, yet it carrieth much impression and enchantment.”__ Francis Bacon

It’s a  consolation, about  the stats of the whole period of blogging, it’s a meager score: 2000 hits, 200 likes, and 100 followers, but I got comments, from writers, poets, photographers, and very nice people from all around the world.

Still I have a year to go untill the next Spring! Inch’ Allah, Isn’t it?

_You hold My achievements on your hands,

so please, don’t forget to click on the Like button, before you leave the page; it’s for a good cause, and a noble ideal: the protection of endangered species, among others, like the Goldfinch, and many others poor little things that still, they are knocking about

Have a nice day