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    <title>Welcome - bien venu</title>
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    <description>&lt;p&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;a new website for &lt;a href=&quot;http://buchingersboot.com&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;BUCHINGER'S BOOT MARIONETTES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A news update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Buchinger's Boot Marionettes presented their new show &amp;quot;The Armature of the
Absolute&amp;quot; on the 1st November 2007 at the Theatre Antic, Barcelona.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The Armature of the Absolute&amp;quot; will be performed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aurillac.net/programmation.htm&quot;&gt;Festival d'Aurillac&lt;/a&gt;,
Auvergne, France 20th to 23rd August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;If you would like to know more about any of the activities of the
people/groups featured here, please feel free to call or mail me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <description>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THE ARMATURE OF THE
ABSOLUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Premiere 1st November (centenary of Alfred Jarry's death) at the &lt;a href=&quot;http://lanticteatre.com/&quot; hreflang=&quot;es&quot;&gt;Theatre Antic, Barcelona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/ubu.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/.ubu_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;UBU&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Told through and around the mask of &lt;strong&gt;Alfred Jarry&lt;/strong&gt;, and in a
new ergative-accusative language developed and scored for this specific piece,
this show will be an examination of the algorithmic relationships between the
tripartite - genius, creation and interpretation - in this life and in the
next.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Critic from the show in Bastia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/Corse-matin_290308.pdf&quot;&gt;corse-matin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Told through and around the mask of &lt;strong&gt;Alfred Jarry&lt;/strong&gt;, and in a
new ergative-accusative language developed and scored for this specific piece,
this show will be an examination of the algorithmic relationships between the
tripartite - genius, creation and interpretation - in this life and in the
next.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 1, 2007 marks the 100th anniversary of the death of Alfred
Jarry. On this day, Buchinger’s Boot Marionettes will premier their latest
work, &lt;q&gt;The Armature of the Absolute&lt;/q&gt; at the Teatre Antic ,
Barcelona.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/bosse-de-nage.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/.bosse-de-nage_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;BOSSE-DE-NAGE&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The international theatre troupe will be gathering artists and
‘pataphysicians (‘pataphysics= the science of sciences) from all over the world
to celebrate this monumental moment. The participants will come from diverse
disciplines of arts and sciences and will unite under the common enthusiasm for
Alfred Jarry and his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick Sims&lt;/strong&gt; - Writer, director, music, puppet
construction, puppeteer&lt;br /&gt;
buchingersboot@hotmail.com&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mafalda da Camara&lt;/strong&gt; - Scenic design/construction, costumes,
puppeteer&lt;br /&gt;
buchingersbootmarionettes@hotmail.com&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Penny&lt;/strong&gt; - Stage design and construction, props,
machines, puppeteer&lt;br /&gt;
richard-alien@hotmail.com.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josephine Biereye&lt;/strong&gt; - costumes, puppet construction,
puppeteer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philippe Hauer&lt;/strong&gt; - Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian Weare&lt;/strong&gt; - Lighting designer and technician&lt;br /&gt;
julian_lights@yahoo.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oriol Viladomiu&lt;/strong&gt; Sound technican&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ata Ekbhetar&lt;/strong&gt; Music&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;See more at the &lt;a href=&quot;http://marionettes.buchingersboot.com&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;buchingers website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/dr.-faustroll.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/.dr.-faustroll_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;DR FAUSTROLL&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rather than being a piece solely about Jarry or his work, this performance
will be choreographed according to a fusion of themes from both the artist's
life and his creations, as well as the reactions, interpretations, and
inspirations or detestations they have elicited in the past 100 years. We will
be taking into account the fact that Jarry died on all Saints Day, that his
last request was for a toothpick, that he could not savour his own work until
he died.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Backed up with an eruditious study of the diverse biographies of Jarry, a
firm grasp of his oeuvre, and a general understanding of ‘pataphysics, the
college of ‘pataphysics, its publications and its underground followings - in
cyberspace, eternity, or nowhere - Buchinger’s Boot Marionettes will create a
unique performance that guarantees to make everyone redefine their personal
definition of ‘pataphysics and the saint who put it in its place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;The Armature of the Absolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;by Patrick Sims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYNOPSIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“…it is acceptable only after the poet’s death- maybe a hundred
years later- when the astringent explosives of the poets heart have had time to
calm down. For as long as he is alive, they are too powerful…” Antonin
Artaud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Armature of the Absolute&lt;/strong&gt; is a depiction of the triumph
of a single individual consciousness over a “trespassing orgy of the collective
unconscious.” It is a work about the attempt to preserve oneself from sickened
everyday life through the proliferation of imagined universes, masks and
invented postures. From his youth onward, Alfred Jarry was occupied with the
documenting and mapping of his own ontogenesis, which is the study of an
organism from its most embryonic to its most evolved of forms. Throughout his
writings and manifestations, Jarry illustrated and modified his unrelenting
process as a series of spiraling recursive stages, that generated at all
levels, a literature and drama that highlight a tension between the opposing
barely-stable, assumed realities and willfully-created, supplementary
universes. His non-stop expansion between himself and the herd, this yardstick
which constituted personal freedom, was a perpetual individuation- that is,
life itself- which allowed for him a transformation of the everyday into a
veritable theatre of metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Armature of the Absolute&lt;/strong&gt; proposes a hypothetical
charting of Jarry’s ontogenesis that commences after his death. The fertilized
egg from which we begin this study is the entire legendary domain of Jarry
folklore- literary, dramatic, biographical, critical and pataphysical. The
embryo that will be traced throughout various stages of development is a
personality and its creations that have literally survived mundane death. It is
a tale of a man that has avoided expiration by associating himself so strongly
with his creations, yet all the while informing the milieu, or what it is not,
but from what it has emerged.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/les-palotins.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/.les-palotins_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;LES PALOTINS&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;introduces the coprophilic, autochtonous
murderer, Ubu&lt;/strong&gt;- the golem who stared Jarry in the eye everyday after
giving his master fame and had vampirically taken over Jarry’s public life. He
returns in the classic Ubic tradition in a battle between clean and unclean
forces, this time constipated and stooping even lower. He is accompanied by his
three henchmen and a mummified Artaud. Ubu reveals his mastery of the material
world and explains the reasons for his 100 years of constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/dr.-faustroll.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/.dr.-faustroll_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;DR FAUSTROLL&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 2&lt;/strong&gt; In Jarry’s private life, it is the character
&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Faustroll,&lt;/strong&gt; the other face of the Jarry-Janus, who through
telepathic postcards provides an account of companionship and comraderie in
moments of hermitage and time travel. Accompanied by his baboon and
writ-carrying bailiff, Faustroll travels to the ends of Eternity in order to
send his last Postcard to Jarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/les-palotins.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/les-palotins.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;LES PALOTINS&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Fixed-Pin Passion&lt;/strong&gt;, depicts a
marriage of Jarry with his bicycle and of a primordially infinite series of
falls that he overcomes by replacing the fantasy with even more fantasy. Told
through arcane bicycle culture terminology, it is a tale about something flying
off and completing the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/artaud.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/ARMATURE/artaud.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;ARTAUD&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Buchinger’s Boot Marionettes was founded in 2004. Their first work,
Shellachrymellaecum (2005), was an electronic opera about the inaudible and the
unspeakable that won two prizes (best dramatical content and best plastic art)
at the Lleida International Puppet Festival. They went on to tour at the Prague
International Festival of Puppet Art, Dresden’s Societasteater, in Marseille at
the L’Embobineuse and Gardennes School of Circus Arts, and Footsbarn Travelling
Theatre’s 35th anniversary celebration.&lt;br /&gt;
The next work was The Vestibular Folds, a tale about the engraving and
destruction of a metaphysical gramophone record, which was created in 2006 and
premiered at the Festival Neo, Institute de Teatre of Catalunia, then at the
Institute of Contemporary Art for the London Mime Festival, and finally at
Festival Printemps des Comediens in Montpellier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The universe created by Buchinger’s Boot is like a chamber of wonders- where
one extraordinary object or being replaces another, each time more singular
than before. This transient world contains all significant things and rarities
created by both nature and man, where nothing human is alien. Particularly
present are marionettes and sets made from bones, woods, metals, plants,
insects, bacteria, animals and their artificial copies (stuffed, preserved,
anthropomorphisized, mechanized)…tools, foreign instruments, all that
enlighten, please and horrify the eye. Such a collection points to a terror of
classification where possibilities and combinations spiral into chaos, and the
idea of enclosing nature in a closet becomes a parable for fragile
interpretations, being and its foetuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Buchinger’s Boot unique blend of puppetry techniques along with their
organic, circuit-bending soundtracks and beautifully disturbing images, have
resonated in its audiences throughout Europe, often leaving them moved,
shocked, bewildered and enthralled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE VESTIBULAR FOLDS - 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Episode I. &lt;strong&gt;Tetema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/vulcano.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/.vulcano_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Volvano&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Takes place in the schizophrenic zone called Tetema, a Mars-like ferruginous
landscape inhabited by rhizomatic beings unaware of the disasters that ensue or
of the larval vampires and quacks that feed on the blood of the body
outstretched in its slumber. Tetema is a zone that has existed ever since man
first scratched his head, not to squash a flea, but to release the itch of
reflective thought. Our tragic hero is a boxing sweet potato named Juba
Greencorn who ploughs his share under the wrong stars.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Episode II. &lt;strong&gt;Hilum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/washing_feet.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/.washing_feet_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot; &quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hilum, takes place inside a derelict nursery at the threshold of becoming.
Hilum implies the scar of the seed from where it attaches to the funicular, ie.
A bellybutton (umbilical cord), is also the point from which things come and
go; a trifle. The terror of Prima Materia, the residues from which we were
hurled, and unrealized potentiality paint this portrait of “Women’s work and
child’s play,” as described in the Alchemical Opus, where there is nothing to
do at this stage of the process but to pass the time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Episode III. &lt;strong&gt;West Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/elenorr_mask.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/.elenorr_mask_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot; &quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Lightning Autopsy takes place in West Orange in 1889 inside the
laboratory of Thomas Alva Edison (inventor of the incandescent lamp, phonograph
and electric chair). Present is Eleanor Fletcher Bishop, the mourning mother of
a famous magician, mind reader, and anti-spiritist who was murdered by Edison.
In that year, Edison had been busying himself trying to discredit AC current by
electrocuting all of the neighbourhood pets, including her cataleptic son (a
rabbit). The bereaved mother uses all of Edison’s inventions to call up all the
forces of hell to seek revenge on “that hillbilly inventor!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tetema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wolf of the Metals&lt;br /&gt;
Juba Greencorn- A boxing sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;
Xipe Totec- The last turnip in Tetema&lt;br /&gt;
Sir Isaac Newton- Inventor of Gravity and other advancements in optics and
light theory and so on, in this case, a tapped tree of man’s will&lt;br /&gt;
The milkmaid&lt;br /&gt;
Her cow&lt;br /&gt;
Reverend Ezekiel Elijah Giles- Moonshiner&lt;br /&gt;
Dr. Leo Mermex- An ant-lion, Flea Circus Ringmaster&lt;br /&gt;
Ms. Atkinson- Pig-faced lady, dental patient&lt;br /&gt;
Knuckleluck- a leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/juba2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/.juba2_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot; &quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Abraham-an ancient of ancients&lt;br /&gt;
Tad-a twin&lt;br /&gt;
Poppy-a twin&lt;br /&gt;
Oedipus- a fish&lt;br /&gt;
Jupiter-angelic fisherman&lt;br /&gt;
Eeko-a sick bat&lt;br /&gt;
Ceph- a hydrocephalic kid (when too much water enters your head and makes your
skull expand)&lt;br /&gt;
Early- “birdboy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/cuss.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/.cuss_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot; &quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hannah- my great, great-grandmother&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Punch&lt;br /&gt;
Lacrissa- a crocodile&lt;br /&gt;
Filamenti- the filament from Thomas Edison’s first incandescent lamp&lt;br /&gt;
Eleanor Fletcher Bishop- ex-opera star, spiritist, psychic medium, bereaved
mother of Washington Irving Bishop.&lt;br /&gt;
Harley Muzzy- a monkey&lt;br /&gt;
Clementine Genesiouillepasfoux- a diagnosed schizophrenic&lt;br /&gt;
Lucifero&lt;br /&gt;
Maldoror- fisherman who sought to see which is the deeper, the human heart or
the depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;
A Jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;
Washington Irving Bishop- famous anti-spiritist, magician, and mind-reader. A
rival of Houdini and allegedly murdered by Thomas Alva Edison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/bbm15.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Buchingers/.bbm15_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Buchingers&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London performances 26-28th January – Institute of Contemporary
Arts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Inside the ICA, the show we saw had the exquisite specific cruelty and
beauty of what some extremely imaginative Edwardian children might dream up in
a puppet theatre they got for Christmas. The gigantic, headless presences of
the puppeteers lumbered carefully about the stage, all in formal, black
Victorian children's clothes, manipulating tiny, exquisitely grotesque
insectoid or skeletoid marionettes in three tiny acts. These embraced such
strange visionary flights as blighted deserts heaving with rhizomes and circus
performers, a fearful nursery where every newborn is a freak (shades of
great-great-grandmother Hannah's barrenness), and a scientist's lab where newly
invented electricity hums and flickers, and ancient records play, cracked in
half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two worlds collided in the implied narrative: the peculiar miniature fantasy
land and the uncomfortable purposefulness of the massive puppeteer-children
playing God in their specific, disturbed way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brilliant, lingering image-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Telegraph 31/01/2007 – Ismene Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
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    <title>Abhinaya Theatre - Kerala</title>
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    <dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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    <description>&lt;h2&gt;Abhinaya Theatre from Trivandrum, Kerala, Southern India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Abhinaya will place the first stone (of many) of their THEATRE VILLAGE. on
February 10th 2008, wishing them all good luck with their visionary
project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Their next creation will be &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;MACBETH&amp;quot; W. Shakespeare for
2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See critic from La Marseillaise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ABHINAYA/Abhinaya_Sidharta_critic_La_Marseillaise_12_July_2007.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ABHINAYA/.Abhinaya_Sidharta_critic_La_Marseillaise_12_July_2007_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;La Marseillaise 12/07/2007&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;SIDHARTHA&amp;quot; as seen in July 2007 at the festival &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.villeneuve-en-scene.fr&quot; hreflang=&quot;fr&quot; title=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Villeneuve-en-Scene&lt;/a&gt;, Villeneuve-les-Avignon, France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Abhinaya3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/./.Abhinaya3_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Sidharta&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voir &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rochefortnews.com/villeneuve_scene_2007.php&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;video
reportage 5 juillet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;&amp;quot;Une interprétation magique et colorée dans un univers harmonieux liant vie
et nature, chants, danses, couleurs et baigné de musique... Une vingtaine
d'artists indiens nous fait toucher du doigt leur culture et leur art par une
gestuelle toute en délicatesse&amp;quot; J-M Gautier La Marseilleise
12.07/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://abhinayatheatrevillage.org&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;ABHINAYA
WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ABHINAYA/sidhartha_blue.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ABHINAYA/.sidhartha_blue_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;photo3&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Le théâtre d'Abhinaya vient du bout méridional de l'Inde, de Trivandrum, au
Kerala. L’équipe présentera &amp;quot;Sidharta&amp;quot;, d’après Hermann Hesse - à noter cette
première européenne à l’occasion du festival Villeneuve-en-Scène du 6 au 22
juillet 2007 - 20 artistes indiens qui font le déplacement pour partager avec
nous, et nous faire toucher du doigt leur culture, leur art…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Le théâtre d'Abhinaya a été formé en 1994 par D. Reghoothaman, acteur et
directeur de la compagnie. Reghoothaman a passé deux ans avec le Footsbarn
Travelling Theatre de 1996 à 1998, pour &amp;quot;l'Odyssée&amp;quot; d’Homère. La première de
cette pièce était programmée alors au festival officiel d'Avignon 96.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;À plusieurs occasions, Abhinaya, a accueilli le Footsbarn à Trivandrum, en
collaboration avec le Prithvi Theatre de Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Son travail est tourné vers un public local, cependant, &amp;quot;Sidharta&amp;quot; a déjà
voyagé nationalement en Inde, notamment à Mumbai, New Dehli,
Bangalore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Abhinaya utilise l’essentiel du théâtre traditionnel pour basculer vers le
théâtre contemporain et pour explorer de ce fait plutôt un théâtre
expérimental. L’équipe s’est battue pour être un centre indépendant de
formation, pratiquant la recherche sans imposer de philosophie, le temps
prouvera l'existence et la pertinence de toute philosophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;En théâtre responsable, le groupe intervient pour une politique culturelle
liée au social. Abhinaya propose d'établir un village de théâtre à Plathara,
dans la banlieue de Trivandrum : avec une école de théâtre, des petites
maisons, des ateliers de recherches, une bibliothèque, des studios pour
sculptures /arts plastiques/musiciens. Le village ainsi défini reflèterait
toute l'approche entourant Abhinaya pour le théâtre liant Vie et Nature - une
harmonie rare pour la communauté, en marche. Le groupe pense que le
développement social passe par un développement culturel, et acte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sidharta&amp;quot; a été représenté pour la première fois en 2003, et mis en scène
par M G Jyothish. D. Reghoothaman joue le rôle principal de Sidharta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;La pièce est un regard contemporain sur l'histoire des techniques de
découvertes spirituelles mais en utilisant les formes théâtrales indiennes
traditionnelles. Le tout est une interprétation spectaculaire et colorée de ce
roman bien connu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ABHINAYA/photo2.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ABHINAYA/photo2.bmp&quot; alt=&quot;photo3&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;Note de mis en scène – Jyothish M.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dès leur naissance, les hommes sont aigris. Leurs idéologies, leurs mots,
leurs espoirs et leurs angoisses voilent et teintent la manière dont ils se
perçoivent, la manière dont ils perçoivent le monde qui les engloutit et dans
lequel ils se démènent. La tradition veut que seuls les êtres naturels et
respectables soient dignes de Sainteté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;La Vérité telle qu’elle est, nous est imposée et doit être inéluctablement
acceptée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Certains d’entre nous ont sûrement en eux une véhémence contre toutes formes
d’exploitations. Mais un simple regard à l’intérieur de soi suffit à prouver
que nos traditionnelles habitudes de préjugés et de croyances déterminent notre
structure d’esprit, elles nous rendent esclaves et soumis au fonctionnement des
structures exploitantes dominantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peut-être sommes-nous hautement respectables et parfaits! Mais hélas, un
homme parfait, droit, respectable ne pourra jamais s’approcher un tant soi peu
de la Vérité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Simplement parce que la Vérité est impraticable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;La beauté de la Vérité réside dans cette impraticabilité. La Vérité n’est
autre que la Vie. La Vie elle-même est Vérité. Elle ne peut être expliquée par
des idéologies, des nuances de mots ou à travers les teintes d’espoirs et
d’angoisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Synopsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Quand la pièce commence, le vieux Sidhartha est couché sur les berges d'une
rivière, près du bac. Vasudevan, le passeur, le prend dans son bateau.
Sidhartha évoque les souvenirs de sa vie. Il rêve qu’elle ne puisse jamais
s’écouler en arrière comme à regret. Vasudevan lui répond que si la rivière
devait couler en arrière et retourner les pierres, le sable et les feuilles
tombées, ils ne seraient plus pareils de toute façon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sidhartha voit sa mère, son père, Kamala, Govindan et Bouddha passer devant
lui comme dans une illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Le jeune Sidhartha est alors en quête d’étancher sa soif, par une recherche
de vérité ultime. L'apprentissage de Veda et Upanishad devient vite trop simple
exercice pour lui. Il veut être un Shramana Sanyasin et informe de sa décision
de voyage et découvertes, son père, qui s’y oppose. Malgré cela, Sidhartha
maintient sa position. Sa mère lui offre un larmoyant adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Govindan, l’ami de cœur de Sidhartha, le suit comme une ombre. Quand
Sidhartha se lance à devenir un Shramana Sanyasin, Govindan le rejoint
aussitôt. Ils traversent ensemble les épreuves de mortification et autres rites
similaires, à la recherche de la vérité. Mais à un moment, Sidhartha sent qu'il
n’obtient que monotonie et que s’ils continuent cette route, ils ne seront pas
capables d’accomplissement. Govindan suggère d’aller à Bouddha et Sidhartha
consent. Ils le rencontrent et écoutent son prêche. Govindan choisit de tenter
la voie d’un Bouddha Sanyasin. Mais Sidhartha continue son voyage seul. Il
informe Bouddha qu'il n’est pas à la recherche d'une meilleure philosophie ou
d’un meilleur enseignement. Mais qu’il veut atteindre la vérité par son propre
chemin, unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Govindan manque à Sidhartha mais cette sensation diminue peu à peu. Son
chaos intérieur grandit et un tourbillon de confusion s’empare de lui. Il finit
sur les berges d’une rivière, près du bac. Vasudevan, l’homme du bac, le trouve
et le fait passer de l’autre côté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Une nouvelle idée le saisit, et il décide de ne plus se faire de mal afin
d'atteindre la vérité. Il sera dès lors son propre Gourou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Il atteint une ville et à l'entrée d'un jardin, rencontre une belle femme,
Kamala, une courtisane. Et soudain il se rend compte qu'il est en train de
tomber amoureux. Il lui déclare sa flamme. Mais elle lui rétorque qu’il doit
être suffisamment riche pour lui présenter des cadeaux luxueux... Elle le
dirige vers Kamasamy, un commerçant de son choix, tout en lui donnant un baiser
en réponse à un poème qu’il a improvisé en son honneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Il rencontre Kamasamy et lui dit qu'il peut penser et attendre, qu’il est
étudiant rapide. Kamasamy lui explique alors les façons tordues de commercer
qu’il a adoptées. Cependant Sidhartha décide de devenir partenaire de son
commerce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Le Sidhartha ascétique devient un homme d'affaires riche et gagne Kamala.
Mais souvent Sidhartha a tendance à dévoiler son envie profonde de vérité.
Kamala dit qu'il est resté un Sanyasin dans son fort intérieur et qu’il n'aime
pas vraiment n'importe qui. Son détachement la rend triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ABHINAYA/Abhinaya4.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ABHINAYA/.Abhinaya4_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot; &quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kamasamy réprimande Sidhartha pour son style peu orthodoxe d'homme
d’affaires. Sidhartha lui répond qu'il ne veut pas finir par devenir un méchant
commerçant. Kamasamy clame que c'est grâce à lui que Sidhartha est devenu
riche. Sidhartha veut faire entendre qu'il pourrait avoir appris le prix d'un
panier plein de poissons, ou le taux d'intérêt d'argent qu'il prête, autrement.
Et qu’il avait appris à penser bien avant de le rencontrer lui,
Kamasamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sidhartha paraît en repli. Il remet en cause son rôle de commerçant. Il se
met à boire beaucoup et se justifie ainsi sauvagement de ses mauvaises
manières. Kamala vient le rencontrer et lui demande quel âge il a... Elle le
console et lui apporte réconfort. Mais le détachement éternel que Sidhartha
montre parvient à son zénith. Kamala lui dit que la chaîne des relations
toujours se trouve brisée, cependant que nous résistons, la solitude est le
fait central et inévitable de l’existence humaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sidhartha se bagarre avec lui même. Il combat les multiples reflets
contradictoires de ses différentes facettes pour évoluer. Kamasamy le défie en
un jeu dans le jeu. En premier Sidhartha gagne et puis vient le tour de
Kamasamy de gagner, et en une ultime partie, Sidhartha gagne et rafle à
Kamasamy toutes ses richesses. Mais Sidhartha dégoûté, rend le tout à Kamasamy.
La crise intérieure de Sidhartha est profonde, et il se demande comment il a pu
vouloir devenir commerçant comme Kamasamy. Il lui arrive alors de rencontrer à
nouveau Bouddha. Bouddha lui dit qu’il est futile de résister aux
contradictions des mots sur le terrain sauvage des opinions et lui demande de
faire attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sidhartha se retrouve encore sur les berges de la rivière, vers le bac.
Vasudevan, l’homme du bac qui est délicieusement ignorant, le prend dans son
bateau. Il enseigne à Sidhartha à écouter la rivière, la rivière coulant de
vie. Sidhartha s’épanouit dans un nouvel éveil. Vasudevan demande à Sidhartha
de reprendre le rôle d’homme du bac, le rôle de passeur, et il s’en va.
Sidhartha peut alors commencer à couler et flotter, vivre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Fiche technique &amp;quot;Sidharta&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adaptation, mise en scène et lumières : Jyothish M
G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Avec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;D Reghoothaman (Sidhartha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gopalan (Kamasamy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sreenivas V K (Vasudevan) (Boat Man) Shajahan (Buddha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Baiju S (Govindan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kani K (Kamala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;et avec :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jayamon C, Manu V R, Sreekantan S S, Shibi Jose, Bilas Nair, Kannanunni A,
Sam George Murukanbabu, Sudheer C K, Pratheesh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Musique : Biju K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Avec le soutien de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.iccrindia.org/&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Indian Council for
Cultural Relations&lt;/a&gt;, Govt. of India, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keralatourism.org/&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Department of Tourism, Government of Kerala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Special Thanks to: Sanjna Kapoor, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.prithvitheatre.org/home.php&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Prithvi Theatre&lt;/a&gt;,
Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Contact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;France: John Kilby johnkilby03@yahoo.fr Tél: 06 3112 5968
http://blog/johnkilby.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Inde: D. Reghoothaman – directeur abhinayatheatre@yahoo.in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bhandu Prasad – administration www.abhinayatheatrevillage.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
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    <title>Nola Rae</title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 15:40:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
        <category>Theatre</category>
            
    <description>    &lt;p&gt;Nola is the most bestest mime in the World.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shows in repertoire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;EXIT NAPOLEON....followed by
rabbits&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- &amp;quot;ELIZABETH'S LAST STAND&amp;quot; -
&amp;quot;MOZART&amp;quot;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Nola/Nap_Hitler.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Nola/.Nap_Hitler_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Nap&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;check Nola's website:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nolarae.com&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Nola
Rae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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    <title>Eric Butler</title>
    <link>http://blog.johnkilby.com/post/2007/02/19/Eric-Butler</link>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 15:35:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
        <category>Music</category>
            
    <description>&lt;p&gt;Eric Butler's a young singer/songwriter that I met in Galway in September
2006.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Eric/eric_copy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Eric/.eric_copy_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;eric_copy.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to Eric's new album at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ericbutler.org&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;www.ericbutler.org&lt;/a&gt; There's no distribution deal yet, but you
can hear the whole album or if you want you can pay for a download&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;We went on the tare one night and he stopped off to sing in a basement bar,
the band was in full swing and Eric took the stage and belted out some classic
rhythm 'n blues, brilliant! I bought one of his CD's &amp;quot;EB&amp;quot; thinking that I'd
play it once! But No! it's been on my playlist ever since...... for me the best
songs are the self penned ones.... there are covers of Dylan, Cohen, The Soggy
Bottom Boys, Leadbelly, Hank Williams and Coldplay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myspace.com/ericbutlerfanclub&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Eric on
MYSPACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Eric writes of himself:&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm an Irish born singer/songwriter and started playing music at the age of
nine when I first started studying the piano and button accordion. Sometimes
described as chalk and cheese I was introduced to two different types of music
at a much earlier age, classical by my father, also a pianist, and the
traditional music of Ireland by my mother, a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some years after that I came across a song by the name of &lt;em&gt;Bohemian
Rhapsody&lt;/em&gt; wherein lay the spark that would ignite my love for Rock 'n'
Roll. This was about the same time I first picked up an old battered acoustic
guitar that had been laying around the house since before I was born and with
three strings on this wooden box I was set. I taught myself to play by
listening to tapes of 'NIRVANA' and Cd's of 'Oasis' while of course picking up
little tricks from other musicians along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Over the next few years I formed different bands with various musicians,
traditional Irish bands, rock bands with the longest lasting being a heavy
metal band named 'PHOBIA' where I first found my taste for recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Eric/.Eric_F3_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot; &quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Over the course of these years I was also writing sporadically whenever I
felt the need to get something off my chest. My earlier songs were of teen aged
angst where the later ones are usually about things I see at home and abroad
that affect me in some way. The result being some songs are on a personal level
and others fall into the 'something to say' category. I've recorded one album
so far entitled 'EB', a live recording with just me and my guitar. Some of my
own songs are on this album along with some cover songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm currently working with a producer in a studio on a second album of all
my own songs. It will include other instruments and I'm confidant it will be
ready for release sometime in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Eric/SRA3_POSTER.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Eric/.SRA3_POSTER_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;postersp&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are three of Eric's songs, taken from his debut CD titled &amp;quot;EB&amp;quot; a joy,
to listen to as attachments..... enjoy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://myspace.com/ericbutlerfanclub&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Eric's fanclub on
myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
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    <pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 16:37:00 +0100</pubDate>
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    <description>&lt;p&gt;Ton und Kirschen based in Glindow (30 k's west of Berlin) David Johnston and
Margaret Biereye started their group in 1992 after nearly 20 years with
Footsbarn and perform worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ton%20und%20Kirschen/tk1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ton%20und%20Kirschen/.tk1_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;The Bluebird&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tonundkirschen.de&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Ton und
Kirschen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is an International Wandertheater and since it's
inception has created a diverse repertoire, in 2007 they are touring &amp;quot;The
Bluebird&amp;quot; by Maurice Maeterlink. A wonderful piece of outdoor
theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The group is capable of performing in German, French and English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ton%20und%20Kirschen/tk2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ton%20und%20Kirschen/.tk2_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;The Bluebird&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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    <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 19:23:00 +0100</pubDate>
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        <category>Music</category>
            
    <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sonsofthedesert.free.fr&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;The Sons of
the Desert website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/The%20Sons/sons2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/The%20Sons/.sons2_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Sons&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Ewan and Tracey Shiels are now living in Vieure, Allier where they have
recently bought a bar, concerts are organised on an adhoc basis. More news can
be found on their website.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And a new video of The Shiels &amp;quot;Born to Die&amp;quot; on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/theshiels&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;MYSPACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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    <link>http://blog.johnkilby.com/post/2007/01/15/Jargon</link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 12:49:00 +0100</pubDate>
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        <category>Music</category>
            
    <description>&lt;p&gt;Jargon - Maurice Horsthuis&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Jargon/Maurice.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Jargon/.Maurice_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Maurice Horsthuis&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jargon&lt;/strong&gt; is the name of a collective run by the composer and
viola player &lt;strong&gt;Maurice Horsthuis&lt;/strong&gt; who is also responsible for
much of Footsbarn's music.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jazz and Contemporary music, Jargon has several formats from a touring group
of 9 people to weekly concerts in a bath house in Amsterdam often featuring 60
first class musicians.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Their website is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jargon.ws&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;JARGON&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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    <link>http://blog.johnkilby.com/post/2007/02/15/Cookie-Girl</link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 22:51:00 +0100</pubDate>
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        <category>Gastronomy</category>
            
    <description>    &lt;p&gt;This is for those who are close to Portobello the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cookiegirl.co.uk&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;COOKIE GIRL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Food/cookiegirl.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Food/.cookiegirl_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;The Cookie Girl!&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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    <link>http://blog.johnkilby.com/post/2007/01/12/Chris-Thomas</link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 11:40:00 +0100</pubDate>
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        <category>Art</category>
            
    <description>&lt;p&gt;Chris Thomas from Trevalga, Cornwall&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ART/.chris_thomas_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Chris Thomas&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Chris and his wife Rosalind (also an artist of quality) have been friends
for many years, after struggling as all artists do to get recognition, Chris
has finally broken into the mainstream art market check his website
here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.christhomas.info&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;http://www.christhomas.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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    <link>http://blog.johnkilby.com/post/2007/01/11/Rene-Halkett-1900-1983</link>
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    <description>&lt;h3&gt;Rene Halkett (1900 - 1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ren%C3%A9%20Halkeyy/halkett_1938_ohneTitel.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ren%C3%A9%20Halkeyy/halkett_1938_ohneTitel.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Halkett&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I had the good fortune to have met René Halkett in 1976, when I moved to
North Cornwall with Footsbarn. René accepted to be on the management committee
of the group. He was a true source of inspiration and information for me,
spending many an evening with him in his musty cottage in Camelford.,
discussing his life and times. It was an Aladins Cave of memories and where he
stored most of his paintings (I had the privelege to see them all), sitting in
the front room in front of a mirror that he never cleaned and delving back
through his history was a pleasure. René always came to see rehearsals of the
Footsbarn shows and from the time we were there 1976 to 1981 he was ever
present for the dress rehearsals. One of his passions was theatre, and he often
referred to theatre in his weekly &amp;quot;Letter from Cornwall&amp;quot; recorded in Plymouth
for the BBC World Service (Germany). It was with a heavy heart when I heard
that he had died, and true to his attention to detail and friendship he left me
a violin in his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ren%C3%A9%20Halkeyy/rene-halkett.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ren%C3%A9%20Halkeyy/.rene-halkett_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;halkett2&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;RENE HALKETT was born on the 5th of February 1900 in Weimar, Germany. His
real name was ALBRECHT GEORG(E) FRIEDRICH FRIEHERR von FRISCH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He came to England in 1936 and became a British subject in 1946. It is
believed that it was at that time when he changed his name to Halkett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rene was widely known as a painter, writer, lecturer and BBC broadcaster. He
lived and worked in several countries. Early in 1923 Halkett joined the
Stagecroft Workshop of the original &amp;quot;Staatlichas Bauhaus Weimar&amp;quot; where he also
came under the influence of Klee, Felniger, Kandinsky and
Moholy-Nagy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ren%C3%A9%20Halkeyy/Halkett-Slightly-2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/Ren%C3%A9%20Halkeyy/.Halkett-Slightly-2_s.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Slightly&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0 auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rene was a prolific artist. Four (4) of his paintings can bee seen on
Baecker Art Gallery's Web site - Contemporary European Paintings - Galerie Inge
Baecker - &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.artnet.com/ibaecker.html&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;http://www.artnet.com/ibaecker.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Frau in rotem Garten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Frauenkopf an eisernem Haken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Gandhi-Buste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Hand mit Frau, Farbhandtucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Forty (40) of Rene’s drawings are portrayed his book “Rene Halkett
Drawings.” The book was printed by Ben Maile Art Pint Products and published by
Peter Edwards for the North Cornwall Museum and Gallery in 1981. It can be
purchased from Amazon.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was also a noted poet. The words of Rene Halkett's haunting poem
“Nothing”, spoken in his own voice with David Jay's accompaniment, was recorded
on a portable cassette recorder in the backroom of Rene's cottage on the 28th
of July 1980. It, along with another poem titled &amp;quot;Amour&amp;quot;, was released in
1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Both poems are provided below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;NOTHING&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As if I could not remember it I know -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing is left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not even past to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If no one can remember no one can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Can remember -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As if I could remember it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'd tell -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was that light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That blinding light which turned all matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;to unseen light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Darkness cannot exist where light can not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing is left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And no more light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And no more dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As if I could remember it I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unseen in my weightless hand restlessly lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;on nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For it needs to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To write what matters when no matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;is left to write upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My hand now writes on nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Know then that nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And nothing will remain when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These words on nothing will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For nothing lasts for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Waiting for new creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”ARMOUR”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am distressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How. Did the burning wood disintegrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;at last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am undressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Between the iron and my naked skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing is left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No more protection against my armour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I dare not move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cold iron cuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My naked flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cold pain. Sharp pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disarming pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Armour protects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But now my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Can not wiled arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Frozen, in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slowly, in hope or fear, my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spreads out the gaudy surcoat -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;challenge or disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The tatters fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My armour is undressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Steal, beg or borrow other guise, and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Play the fool, the hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Play the lover, the monk, the peasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Play one an all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Play them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And let them play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let Hero play the Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And Fool the Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let Peasant play the Monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And Monk the Peasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All play the Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lover play them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Play, guiser, endless permutations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;of disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Armour protects you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And while play in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Protecting iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Will scrape away your skin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your naked flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;will leave your bones undressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your secret core disclosed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And rest you truly, gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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    <link>http://blog.johnkilby.com/post/2007/01/11/A-presentation-of-friends-with-film-projects</link>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2007 20:32:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
        <category>Film</category>
            
    <description>&lt;p&gt;This page is dedicated to friends with filming projects....&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandra Grau de Sola&lt;/strong&gt; is a young up and coming film
director, visit her website:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.alexandragraudesola.com&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Alexandra
Grau de Sola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her latest project is &amp;quot;Le Saut de Deux Fous&amp;quot; filming took place in Lortet in
the haute pyrenées in February 2008, and even got to play one of the deux fous.
Release date end of 2008&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pascal Reneric&lt;/strong&gt; - Director and actor&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;The White Crocodile&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt; (le crocodile blanc) filmed in the
Auvergne August 2003, is a french spaghetti western (western/manouche) set in
itinerant theatreland and follows the story of Terry Poorest (played by
Guillaume Méziat) and how he came to have a hole in the head. The sheriff
(played by Pierre Samuel) is forced to find the elusive white crocodile, but
beware all is not as it seems! God (played by Christian Dumont) has his part to
play. The film was made just after the Avignon Festival in 1993 at Footsbarn's
base La Chaussée. It was filmed just after the strike by &amp;quot;intermittants de
spectacle&amp;quot; (actors and techniciens) cancelled the festival, a hot summer indeed
and the story of the intermittants was woven into the storyline during the
shooting of the film. The White Crocodile was the first artistic reaction to
the problem, that still exists today in 2008. I played the part of the mystery
tramp and wrote the song &amp;quot;Shooting Stars&amp;quot; for the credit roll. 52 mins.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Invisible&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt; filmed at the Footsbarn 35th anniversary in
August 2006. The film centres on the children of the artists during the
celebration, but more than this Pascal was inspired by finding his milk teeth
in a matchbox! 30 mins.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pascal made the video clip for The Shiels &amp;quot;Born to Die&amp;quot; see it on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/theshiels&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Both the Crocodile Blanc and Invisible are available on DVD, for copies
please write to johnkilby03@yahoo.fr&lt;/p&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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    <title>La Galerie Pomié</title>
    <link>http://blog.johnkilby.com/post/2008/03/11/La-Galerie-Pomie</link>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 13:50:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
        <category>Art</category>
            
    <description>    &lt;p&gt;Here is a link to Keith and Miranda Payne's gallery in the Lot region of
France, it's beautiful situation and well worth a visit of you're passing
through.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.galeriepomie.com/&quot; hreflang=&quot;en&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0 auto&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://blog.johnkilby.com/public/ART/KP.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.galeriepomie.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.galeriepomie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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