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”


S’katt, or the molting of the Algerian Goldfinch, El_Mackkneen

One thing to be aware of it _ now, like the flu season is here, that is, the molting that occurs in the breeding cycle of the goldfinch, which is called the S’katt in Algeria by the aficionados of the bird breeding of the Chardonneret bird, in French, the name of  a Goldfinch.
Continue reading S’katt, or the molting of the Algerian Goldfinch, El_Mackkneen

The Exquisite Duet: the Canary and the Goldfinch

Courtesy to JMWWBlog

The-duetquisite Duet (formerly Exquisite Quartet) is not so much a composition between two writers, but rather something created within the murky midlands of each author’s mind, yet set off by the same first sentence. Meg Tuite chooses two writers each month and gives them a first sentence to start with and a 250-word limit to finish an exquisitely mesmerizing story or poem. These duet-dueling writers will craft two completely different cosmos that have rotated, pitched, and blasted from the depths of their cerebral cortex to the twitching nerve endings of their digits onto dueling keyboards and separate screens until their sublime duet is prepared to see the light of an audience.

At first,  when I read the paragraph above, from JMWWBLOG, it came in my mind, to  talk about a duet,  an opera singer, and a songwriter or poet, singing together, in a duo on stage, like Pavarrotti, Andrea Bocelli, then it’s too common, I thought that a duo singing for fundraising, or for some cause or another. Then, it strikes me to the core of the morrow, we I heard a mullet, the bird gender of  the canary and the goldfinch couple  singing. In a split second, I put me back on track  in the gist of the matter.

Certainly not, that’s the canary bird is endangered for now_ but, for instance, and as most of the rare species; It is. Just by paying a little attention to today’s news, you will be surprised by the multitude and simultaneity of some weird phenomenons happening, now and then; whales that came to die on sea shores periodically, in Australia, thousands of birds found fallen from the sky, frozen dead, in America, and so on. What I would like to say, here, in aparte, besides, that the canary has been praised since the belle epoch of Des Annees-Folles_Coco Chanel, the caged bird, and cigarettes pipes, which accessories were synonym of a certain elegance. Modestly, on another register, and few latitudes under, nonetheless, the Goldfinch was devoted in to the same etiquette of elegance and esthetics.

Put it together; few decades later, by accident, dame nature, certainly , and Man ingeniously, successes in breeding different species that gave a mullet, a gender that alleys beauty and elegance with a unique chant that mingle both of the two birds singing, alternatively in crescendo. Then, the enjoyment for the new pet grown up with time, and so the demand went along, to the point that the goldfinch male bird became vulnerable and more endangered. Period

Best Maknine Friends Blog

By Thomas Mallon

In the parlance of the time, people purchased the novel “for one thing only,” and they didn’t care about its mind.

Courtezy to the Aurhor

Why El Makine? Why  to fuss about, an obsession for, and all  those blogging posts around?

Of all times, this little bird was a companion-pet of aficionados of all trades and crafts. As you can see  in Wikipidea, and YouTube, there is a lot of video-clips on related suject to it, and one of them in particular, it shows an Arab cafe of old , in the 20’s-30’s, and if you look closer to it,  just under the awnings,  several cages adorned the entrance.

These Moorish cafés were a kind of, the speak-easies that existed in that time in America or the clubs, and tea houses, and lounges in London, but the only difrence, it’s by the facts that  in Algiers, these places were the only ones  where it was permitted for the Arabs to regroup, due to the separation between the Europeans, and the Arabs, on those times.

But this is not the topic of the moment, but what I mean, a bird in cage, it was sort of, a companion pet, exposed under the awning of a Moorish café, where it was the only place where to listen to music, the presence of a duet, a trio, or a quartet  of Chaabi music were always performing on soirée constitute a substitute for the gramophone and, or a radio sets that they were at it debuts of their invention, that they were too expensive for the small people to afford them.

Beside that, it was in the habits and costumes, to find a bird in the Andaluzian style of the houses, The Riads, since in their Arab-Moorish design, and their way of life and costumes, the Arabs and the Mores, that their pets had been always existed, as a part of there life. Even though in the wild, the Bedouins had a great respect for the animals, and birds. Taken for example, the Slougui, the Algerian hound, and the falcon, El Baz; the relationship, and the care of the master for his dog is cited by the first orientalists explorers of the deserts and  its cities and oases inthe last centuries in their journals, and books.

The Chaàbi Music , The Goldfinch, and thé mint, a long story of people that came to gather

The Masters of the Chaâbi-Blues music in the Jewish-Arab and Andalusian collective heritage is the pure proof of existing songs

A final word, like the saying goes; any excess is evil, that is, it becomes chaos when everyone wants to have a chardoneret just to show off, a snobishness, like everybody does.

The Fahs, the disappearing Provinces of Algiers

The Fahs is a multitude of provinces spread along the slopes to the flat lands where the gradient levels, on the south face of the mount Bouzareah that dominates the Bay of Algiers, on the its foothill, in the north face. Viewed from there, Algiers like Rio de Janeiro, offers its card postal image of  the most beautiful bay in the world to your eyes only, if you take the courage to climb to top of its crests, as the travelers reported it in their guides, and that is, for the anecdotal, au passage.

The Fahs, once, were a prosperous region where rich French colonists gentlemen-farmers had their estates, splendid châteaux, beautifully nested villages and farms that extend to the vanishing points,  also inhabited by the native dwellers; the Arab Fahs, from which it draws its name. After the arrival of the colonists, the Arab owners were deposed of their proprieties in lieu of concessions given to the new settlers. From Blida to Algiers, and from Sidi-Feruch to Palesrto, all long the Metidja Valley, “the Grand Algiers” displayed the same image, swamps, and meadows, hills covered with forests and bushes. It is true that the new owners introduced modern agriculture concepts, and mechanisms, like drain canals to evacuate the flood of the Oued Mazafran, and the others affluent rivers that poor in to the basin of the Metidja Valley, and built dams and levies. Still, there was already an existing heritage of infrastructures to irrigate the lands, a system of aqueducts, and wells to draw water to the cities, as it was reported by commanders and generals of campaigns; beautiful mansions and estates covered the vicinities of the citadel-capital, and most of the population was literate, although it was in Arabic, despise the French civilization discourse. The main order was to destroy, burn and kill anything living on earth, people and animals, since the inhabitants were considered pageants. Thus preparing the terrain for the hordes of immigrants, coming from Europe, to populate the vacant country, in the 30’s as the recession hit the old world. The main resources of Algeria was agriculture, constituted of gigantically vineyards, orchards, and a vast fields of wheat

The day after July 5th, 62, once the joy of the Independence Day consumed, the Algerian people took the challenge of being capable to stand alone to manage the farms, factories, and all the chains of productions which were interrupted, and in total vacancy  after the owners had  left the country without governance. The First International Fair of Expositions was organized the next summer 63, where it was  put on display the agricultural produces of Algeria , that were  proudly exposed to the guests, friends, and visitors of the newly independent country. The French boycott of its produces, by the fact that they detain the monopole of the trade in the mean time, while they still there in Algeria, they were the main producers and exporters to the metropolitan city and elsewhere worldwide, hurt deeply the country . As a result, there was an over flow of perishable merchandises, and the capacity of its storage silos insignificant per rapport to it; Algeria was only but the attics, silos, and remote  gardening backyards,  a packaging factories for produces, and raw materials in transit instance to France. The harvests of grapes remained on their stems, the caves of the farm, and châteaux flooded of wine. The “auto-gestion”, the socialist self-management adopted then by the leaders, averred out of context, to resolve the crucial problems of the moments; all the socialist economies were based on trade of merchandises, they sought the same needs of foods, medication, and education as refined products, in exchange of ores, and raw material. Still  the trade and exchange market was in the ownership of  the foreign companies. As an immediate solution, it was  painful to drag up from the roots all the grape trees, the second disaster was the claim as National Propriety of the soil  reserved to agriculture that followed. To grasp the meaning, one must bear in mind that the notions of possession, inheritance  and property are deeply endorsed in the mind of the population, and bloody tied to its identity and belief that their religion law stand for and decreed.  Any change to the form might be accepted at its début, although it seems beautiful, and profitable, its is immediately rejected when in the founds contradict their perception of the traditional precepts and dogma.

During the colony time , the French military forced the population to migrate, and put the people in centers, and controlled settlements, to isolate the FLN from the support of the populations in the fields; the douars and mechtas constituted a precious help, and care for the hungry , wounded and  continually harassed djounouds.

the war, and the long occupation left the country in total devastation, despite the efforts of civilization, and industrialization, introduced to the nation, but profited only to the Europeans. although Algeria is a vaster country,  the fertile  terrain was in possession of the colons, the neglected and of lesser value was left to the indigenes native people

The native small farmers, fully independents today, faced so many problems then, to trade the produces, to stock up the merchandise, even the raisers of live stock suffered from the ludicrous situation, to the point that many of them abandoned the ancestral activity to a steady job in the cities. The lands were laid fallow.

Years later on, the asphalt and concrete took over the fertile fields, new factories and a net of roads and houses built on  detriments of good soil. So as of today, as you  roam around the region, you can see sumptuous villas, erected projects of stabilized rent for low incomes, benefactions of  modern urban life, but no more trace of the Fahs, and the small nested villages of the Golden past, swallowed by the lawless urbanism. Nostalgia put aside, this is the pile side of the coin. Or the dark side of the moon…modernism.

pardon for typing mistakes, the autocorrect is horrible…

thank you for reading, this not an apology  for any kind…

In case it cross the mind, but just a state of mind,  and kind of blues

Mackneen_the Algerian Golfinch

Just as I published the precedent post, I saw the pop-up notification with a quote from the kind Author Anne Rice, about the love of words, unfortunately, I can’nt reproduce here without the permission of the author, and courtisy to her, I would say that I could’nt find a way other than words to reach an audience out there, in Algiers to say: there is a lit’le bird “Makneen” endangered, please take care of it.

It is Springtime, and the breeding-predators in their quest of the bird will put it at risk

Mackneen_The Algerian Goldfinch


Someones might be asking  themselves, why  I am so persistent  in talking about something as futile as a little bird, to the point to be boring, after all it’s a pet, no too different from the common sparrows perching on trees around, and not so endangered, as other animals and, as matter of fact, as it is pretended to be.

Well, the Chardoneret Elegant_(Carduelis Carduelis) is a goldfinch; for whom it might be concerned by such a small bird living, in all the countries around the Mediterranean Sea, and a well praised pet,  by people sharing the same cultures, and having the same tastes, and affinities, although with some variants of rituals in forms, but all ending up to resemble all the same in front. Birds, and humans alike, had migrated from place to place,  since the beginning of humanity as well, and Live as it began existing on earth, in general, since the first flitting “thingy-anosor”. Obeying the natural instant of conservation proper to the species, they follow the channels of migrating to pertuate the kind. The similitude to human behavior is so natural and identical, although unconsciously, that the representation of the bird is retraced along the history of humanity. Sacred by religions, and as profane Art as well  since the grotto’s drawings, to Egyptians Hieroglyphs Ibis, Aztecs, Mayas , The Condor, Greek Icarius, and Indian, Chinese, and Japanese cultures, and mythologies; all the cultures carry in them the image of the bird, buried in their subconscious, Icarius, Isis, and so many others, in their dreams, with respect, worshiped , with fear and devotion.

The perpose of this long entry was to sense the importance and grave and alarming effects of Global warming, in fact it is depending on everyone’s responsibility of one’s own act; to preserve the most essential element for Life is Water, first. Times change, and the climat affect the life of every living being in any part of the world, caused by the human behevior and its outcome on the environment and the habitat, the smallest gesture  we do can influete on it, as all.

Makneen Best Friends Blog

Makneen always! It’s not a fixation point, and utopia idea kind of, but what matters is to save the Algerian chardoneret Parva from extinction, why now? Because it’s Spring, birds are busy making their nests, and for aficianados of breeding birds, in their quest of male bird, they come to the point of destroying the nests, and them disturbing the micro-environment, natural habitat, and most disastrous of all, when they catch a female they might kill her, or the female abandons the nest with new chicks.

Some people might say: there is a more important matter going on, actually. Certainly, everybody is free to make his nest.

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

The Goldfinch|
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—
Comes Along…
___….AND HERE IT IS!…___


_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, 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