Salvador Dali played football?

Salvador Dali played football?

In 2006 David James wrote a piece for the Observer called ‘Salvador Dali and Wayne Rooney - what a pair of artists’. In it he says “I love certain artists. Salvador Dali is one. He's technically superb. Dali can match the Renaissance art of Michelangelo, but he also does the abstract. Simply put, Dali is your Wayne Rooney equivalent: he can do the technical stuff but he can also do a bit more. He also invested meaning and emotion into his paintings.”

David James writes? Draws? Okay, just being cheeky, says the grammatically challenged copywriter, I’m a creative(with language), hate me. I am sure at the time James had no idea that Salvador Dali played football in his youth but neither did I until today. But still,that' some deep shit James.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/blog/2006/nov/18/salvadordaliandwaynerooney

When you think Dali, you think eccentric, never football and to quote James again in his element…


“Football and art have yet to really make a connection. Horse racing and cricket, athletics and even golf have made it into the classical arena, but football has been left behind. The few examples of football and art that I have seen tend to be static and devoid of feeling - the antithesis of the game itself. Perhaps the problem stems from football being part of popular culture.”

But by no means is Dali confined to just art in a classic sense, his creative range is quite immense. He contributed to theatre, fashion, photography and much more. He gave us the Lobster telephone and The Mae West Lips Sofa. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/3604018/Object-of-the-week-the-Mae-West-lip-sofa.html

He created jewellery pieces, 39 in fact giving us the "The Royal Heart", which is made of gold and is encrusted with 46 rubies, 42 diamonds, and four emeralds and is created in such a way that the centre "beats" much like a real heart.

He collaborated with Disney for a short film showing his artwork interacting with Disney animation. He also worked with fashion designers most famous being Christian Dior to create ‘ a special 'costume for the year 2045'. Photography with Man Ray, movies with Alfred Hitchcock and god knows what with Freud. He even collaborated with Romanian mathematician Matila Ghyka for ‘Leda Atomica’, organising it to a rigid mathematical framework following the divine proportion.

http://artchive.com/artchive/D/dali/leda.jpg.html

He designed the logo for Chupa Chups lollipops. Even Andy Warhol nicked his muse Ultra Violet, well sort of...

http://planetgroupentertainment.squarespace.com/the-uultra-violet-interview/

But football, really? and to the point of why I even began writing this piece. I am an arb info junkie to some, who hops from link to link on my pc or of my mobile, gobbling bits and pieces for no good reason. It is how I got here, but holds me in good stead for my current career as that is what is demanded of me:)

It all started with quotes from Dali, automatically, next stop Wiki, then links to make sure Wiki was not being tricky. And it was confirmed. Dali’s childhood friends included future FC Barcelona footballers, Sagi Barbá and Jose Samitier. During holidays at the Catalan resort of Cadaqués, the trio played football together.

http://www.biographyonline.net/artists/salvador-dali.html

But these were not just average Barcelona players, they were future stars. They were prominent members of the brilliant FC Barcelona team coached by Jack Greenwell.

Sagi Barba played 455 games and scored 134 goals for FC Barcelona and is best remembered for forming a successful partnership with the legendary Paulino Alcántara.

José Samitier scored 326 goals and is second only to Paulino Alcántara as the FC Barcelona's all time top goalscorer. As a player he pioneered the midfield general role and was nicknamed El Mag (The Magician) and Home Llagosta (The Grasshopper Man) due to his style. As a manager he led CF Barcelona to a La Liga title in 1945 and as a scout he recruited another CF Barcelona legend Ladislao Kubala.

That's some esteemed company to be knocking a game of holiday footy and holding your own. Then you get it, aha! He comes from Catalunya!

So this got me thinking, Salvador Dali in football? Would his shirt read like the Brazilians do? Would it be Dali, Salvador, Don Salvador or Avida Dollars(;p)? But most exciting, what would his post match interviews be like, his quotes.

You think Eric Cantona…

“When the seagulls follow the trawler, it is because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.”

"I am not a man, I am Cantona"

“I didn’t study; I live.”

http://www.goal.com/en/news/2377/top-10/2010/11/28/2235602/top-10-eric-cantona-quotes-seagulls-water-carrier-terminator-and-

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/film/5206945/Eric-Cantona-in-quotes.html

You think Jose Mourinho…

“Please don’t call me arrogant, but I’m European champion and I think I’m a special one.”

"For me, pressure is bird flu. I'm feeling a lot of pressure with the problem in Scotland. It's not fun and I'm more scared of it than football."

http://www.goal.com/en-us/news/86/italy/2009/07/10/1375062/10-classic-jose-mourinho-quotes

Now here’s a taste of Dali’s quotes to give you an idea…


At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.

Every morning when I wake up, I experience an exquisite joy — the joy of being Salvador Dalí — and I ask myself in rapture: What wonderful things is this Salvador Dalí going to accomplish today

The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.

There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.

I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it.

There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.

It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.


What is an elegant woman? An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and who has no hair under her arms.

In the subconscious you fuck ugly people, never beautiful, because the libido always desires something repulsive.

“Happy is he who causes a scandal”

“I shall be so brief that I have already finished”

“Let my enemies devour each other.”

Liking money like I like it, is nothing less than mysticism. Money is a glory.

The only difference between me and the Surrealists is that I am a Surrealist.

You have to systematically create confusion, it sets creativity free. Everything that is contradictory creates life.

I have Dalinian thought: the one thing the world will never have enough of is the outrageous.

http://www.artinthepicture.com/artists/Salvador_Dali/Quotes/
http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/s/salvador_dali.html
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Salvador_Dal%C3%AD


#The beauty of reading online is always knowing Google is at your side to enquire further, use it, don’t use it, I’m just saying. Another mad rambling by Luciano Vandyar

Michael Jackson and Prince (no, not MJ's son) - Bored at work, awaiting clients approval 7pm going on past 8

So I sit here at my desk and I say to myself, let's go look on the interweb to see what I can dig up on the 2 and their so called rivalry, yes I needed answers on the gloved one and his purple highness, so sod off if I offend you with my curiosity.



I was surprised with what I found...



(for dramatic effect ala E!)...One had Neverland, One had Paisley Park. One had Thriller, the other Purple Rain. One is dead, the other is alive!



Did you know that at a James Brown Concert in 1983, James Brown spotted Michael Jackson in the audience and asked him to come up on stage to do a lil something. Michael obliged, then after whispered into James ears that Prince was in the crowd to, and James had him come on to. So Michael and Prince have appeared on Stage together...watch it unfold on youtube.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lHaFj7gOWh4



From what I gather on the net, it goes that MJ actually wanted his song BAD to be a duet with Prince, but that idea fell through after the two had creative differences over lyrical content and Prince refused the project. Prince stated later that he thought the song would be a hit whether he was in it or not. Fans speculate that the lyrical content in question was the opening lyrics‘ "Your butt is mine".



A bit more FROM MTV Newsroom…



‘But did Jackson and Prince really dislike each other? The evidence suggests that the rivalry was for real, if not a bit one-sided. On his 2004 album Musicology, Prince had a lyric that went, "My voice is getting higher/And Eye ain't never had my nose done/That's the other guy."



He also ducked out of the Jackson-helmed "We Are The World" sessions (though he did end up donating a song to the benefit album).



However, recent interviews with former Prince band members reveal a more genial side. "They'd shoot hoops at Paisley Park," longtime Prince drummer Bobby Z told the Star-Tribune. Prince had a deep-seeded competitive nature, so it's easy to see where he would measure himself against Jackson's success. Engineer David Z told a story about Prince's attempt to play ping-pong with Jackson. "Michael drops his paddle and holds his hands up in front of his face so the ball won't hit him. Michael walks out with his bodyguard, and Prince starts strutting around like a rooster. 'Did you see that? He played like Helen Keller.'”



http://newsroom.mtv.com/2009/06/29/michael-jackson-vs-prince-the-forgotten-rivalry/



The hoops bit and competitive nature of Prince chuckles me straight back to the raconteurs of Charlie Murphy(Eddie Murphys brother) on the Dave Chappelle show about playing hoops with the Purple one and Eddie at Paisley Park :)



For the most part though I think their rivalry was good for fans and themselves as it kept challenging them both to be better artists, well, in the 80’s and 90’s that is;)



Prince though had finally this to say when he was asked about his feelings on the death of Michael Jackson, reluctant, not wanting to dwell on the subject answered: “It is always sad to lose someone you loved."

Roar Deal!

O Lion! Where art thou?

South African streets cry and bow.

Where does thou hide?

C'mon! Show your pride.



And yet - look at the Fox,

Walking London majestically.

Eating food semi domestically,

Ignoring stories of them acting slyly.



How the foreigners talk,

They hear tales of you walk.

Yet you nowhere to be seen,

Maybe its time you came clean.



Safari parks is where you are mister,

Parading for many a rich visitor.

From big game to big money,

Did you sell your country?



Copyright ©2006 Luciano Vandyar



Just a fun poem, bit tongue in cheek.

Your life never wasted Mr Mandela (2006 )

They watched, he never caved,
they tried, he smiled.
The fighter in his corner.
Robbed! Robbed! and Deceived.

Out for the count, they thought...
We counted, they watched, he waved , we cried.
The fighter now grey in grandeur, 27 the count.
Marvellous! Marvellous! Madiba!

The Undisputed Peoples Champ.
They watched, he never struck, they lied, he smiled.
To some, a life wasted.
Never! Never Again!

...A life robbed, living on Robben.

By Luciano Vandyar

Copyright ©2007-2009 Luciano Vandyar

* Nelson Mandela was an amateur Boxer in his youth.

Star Trek - To Boldly Go Where JJ Abrams Wanted Us to go

I must admit I had my reservations about director JJ Abrams helmed Federation and his choice of a young Captain Kirk. Firstly I knew JJ was not a fan of this legendary franchise and would have thought his friend Joss Whedon rather better kitted after seeing the brilliantly done “Serenity” which was Jonathan Ross’s and BBC’s viewers film of the year for 2005 beating Batman Begins, Star Wars Episode Three and Sin City. Whedon of Buffy, Angel and Firefly fame would have been an apt choice for this film but I guess after Serenity’s poor showing at the box office and the scars from his outing with Alien Resurrection he was left back on the small screen to deal with Dollhouse.

While JJ was not a fan, he revisited this franchise starry eyed and brought back all the ingredients that made one a Trekki, yet at the same time injecting warplike wonder that made you fall in love with the early Star Wars trilogy as well, which can only lead me to think that he was a fan of that rather. He did this artfully and skilfully, adding that visual brilliance but remaining faithful to the Star Trek galaxy that was Gene Rodenberry’s, never Lost in translation. His choice of writing duo, Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman, to write the script, who worked with him previously on Alias, Lost and Fringe proved an equally magical force. Fresh from writing the two titanic Transformer movies they submerged themselves in Trekki culture to find out what makes Trekki’s beep and have hit the button so to speak.


Chris Pine comes into his own as the Young Captain Kirk doing his “I go where angels don’t dare thread” bit with his own swashbuckling swagger. He banters and bamboozles in the grand everyman tradition you want to see. This really goes on to re-boot my theory that the wooden like Hayden Christensen could have done with an Hans Solo like character to play off in the Star Wars prequels he was in, it is in those characters like Kirk himself that we do relate and no amount of emotionless Jedi’s could replace, not even a Jar Jar Binks, the useless salvation of gravitational befuddlement. Besides when getting a glimpse of Star Fleet Academy and with regards to the Hogwarts School in Harry Potter, you have to feel that George Lucas missed the spaceship with regards to Jedi School, ah well, he had the power, mind moving stuff but back to this space odyssey.

All the old favourites were back with new trajectory and they took to the bridge with much pomp and ease. Mr Sulu comes in the Gung Ho guise of John Cho from Harold and Kumar fame. He does as much as he can do but I am sure much more is reserved for him in future outings with regards to personality. Chekov was funny but in a guilty sort of way, throwback humour to the Star Trek of old. Dammit! Bones was good but he is not a doctor but an actor. Karl urban played the part to clichéd perfection, constant frowning and forced outbursts as if in a parody of the movie suiting his character just fine. Simon Pegg as Scotty went one up on his predecessor and made this quirky role his own with his varying brand of witty remarks. Zoe Saldana’s Uhura is back, beautiful and brainy with much emotion including a love interest to surprise in the mould of Spock. Our Vulcan is played by Zachary Quinto from Heroes and did he do old Spock proud? So much so that the grand old Vulcan himself, Leonard Nimoy, chose to make a re-appearance of nostalgia, much older but loved always. Quinto is Vulcan brilliance and humanly endearing, his early sparring with Pine beams you back to previous timeless moments of other Star Trek movies, priming you for future classic camaraderie. For me the whole excitement of this movie, the build-up, the story, the score, special effects, cinematography and grandiose of it all left me actually bypassing Eric Bana’s portrayal of Nero. He did what he did well in terms of being the movie villain without thwarting this cosmic movie in the least bit, except maybe for this Star Trek’s alternate Universe. JJ has gone where this fan had wanted him to go and got me hoping this is not his final frontier.

After watching Wolverine claw its way to the top of the box office and enjoying it as pure popcorn bliss, I can beam and say that Star Trek is light years ahead in terms of a movie, utilising the best bits of its own franchise history and classic touches of other box office spectaculars in getting the best ‘wow’ factor from audiences old and new. JJ’s cryptic use of reflecting light on the camera lens sparkles imagination and puts you firmly in the Enterprise yet leaving you all buckled up with no where to go at the final credits. And that my fellow Trekki’s is a good sign because we are only at the beginning of what is going to be a fantastic voyage in Star Treks film history. For now, I will go start a group on Spacebook petitioning for this movie to be translated into Klingon so that it may be made available with Klingon subtitles and not dubbed with silly humans moving their lips stupidly to beautiful Klingon dialects.

P.S. I hope Tobey Maguire uses the same writers and approach when producing Robotech since he has the rights for it.

P.S.S. Oh and hopefully never casts himself as Rick Hunter.

My Political Naiveté of great men who once were.

My Political Naiveté of great men who once were.

Recently I wrote a cynical blog greatly criticising the South African government on refusing the Dalai Lama entry to South Africa. I, like most people reacted with great resentment and embarrassment that such an act was possible by my South Africa, a country that is a symbol of freedom and triumph of good over evil, how could we be at such odds with our revolutionary constitution.

My knowledge of this spiritual leader I have to admit was rather boxed, mostly influenced and confined to the romanticised splatterings seen in newspapers and on television aside from occasional chatter. I knew, there was this great messenger of peace, who wanted only liberty for his country and to be granted independence from the frequent human rights transgressor, mainland China. And then I dug below the surface…

It all started with me watching a 1992 Woody Allen movie, Husbands and Wives, the last starring him and Mia Farrow together. Me being me and my annoying new habit, I googled the movie off my phone, and along with usual synopsis, a little background info surfaced and I found out that the they had only a son together (aside from adoptions), who is now estranged to him due to Woody being in a relationship with his sons step-sister. So I read on about this son, Ronan Farrow, who was something of prodigy, whilst many celebrity offspring look to an MTV Sweet 16 party, he was accepted into Yale Law school at the age of 16 which he deferred to go work as an advisor for Unicef. He is quiet the journo and activist, voicing his concerns on China’s bankrolling of the genocide in Darfur. He then went on to write an article titled the “Genocide Olympics”, in which he gave Steven Spielberg a public roasting for helping out in the staging of the Olympics, he then went on in further articles for the Wall Street Journal, slating president Gee Dubya Bush for attending the opening of the Olympics when most world leaders chose to stay away. What message was this sending out? (like George cared), China is everywhere in Sudan and is a huge contributor to that economy and the genocide in Darfur, whilst also holding Tibet hostage. In Bush’s defence, he did say he did not want to cause offence to the people of China by refusing to attend the Olympics.

It was in response to those articles I came across, “Friendly Feudalism – The Tibet Myth” by Michael Parenti, posted up by a writer. It basically served to set right this Shangri La/Paradise Lost image of Tibet (pre-china invasion), that many western nations have believed and spread for the greater purpose of new age living. In this informative piece, one finds out that the Lama’s of past along with kin and linage were much revered upper class of Tibetan society who employed a vast many tactics and abuses that is not much different to what China is accused of now. What this elite feared most at the time of invasion was not the control of Tibet but more so the loss privileged lives and entitlement, something they believed was conferred to them due to good karma. In the same respect, Tibetan Serfs(slaves), consisting of many rural Tibetans, had to accept their roles in life as punishment for the bad past life they once lived hence being born into servitude much in the same way as the lower caste in India do and is blindly accepted as part of life.

This so called peaceful previous Tibet, practised eye gouging, flogging and numerous other indiscretions on any that did not follow their rule of law. Serfs worked the land and were paid next to nothing, making survival hard, so in turn they took out loans from their feudal masters, which could never really be repaid, placing them in a lifetime of debt. With China then taking control, the status quo of society was threatened as many land and social reforms would surely follow in line with communism and that could not happen. So in came the cavalry of the CIA, sponsoring the Dalai Lama and his group of followers to fight off communism. This was unsuccessful as a large number of the serfs and rural Tibetans would not contribute to this fight. In his piece he does not argue that China has not played its part in many wrong doings and atrocities, but more a case of explaining the “lesser of two evils”, as many rural Tibetans would love to see the Dalai Lama return but not a return to their previous way of living, though freedom may have been curtailed under Communism, one is not bonded as a slave as in the previous rule. And so Michael Parenti observes the now emerged Dalai Lama, conscious of this knowledge, reformed in his thinking, who even issued a statement in 1996 that surely must have sent quivers through the exiled Tibetan community when he equated himself to being half Marxist and half Buddhist and went on to explain that certain basic teachings of Marxism sought to treat all people fairly and justly.

I guess after his travels and experiences, the Dalai Lama, watching a changing world, is much more enlightened. One must wonder though if this will go down well with those exiled elite Tibetans, who make up a close group of his confidants. Will this new Tibet seek to emulate the much confused China, which under the façade of communism has corrupt capitalism at the heart of everything? Where will Tibet find itself in this world? How will the other Buddhist communities in Tibet that do not follow the Dalai Lama resolve to participate? Will there be civil war or further breaking up this small nation? And lastly, will there be US military bases set up to closely watch China as the CIA have always been wonderful benefactors to the Lamas?

After having read all of this, I stepped back to think of those who grew wiser through the passage of time, no one is born a saint but rather a work in progress, learning as we move along. Recently I have learnt of many utterances by an early Mahatma Gandhi in the Indian Observer Newspaper that does not exactly mesh well with the saintly image I had of him. I to, then learnt that he needed to go his course, he had his failures, but only through them did it lead to enlightenment. I note to myself, that he once ridiculed a black man along the lines of being ignorantly simple, a gatherer, living out his life in near nakedness, something Gandhi later opted for when he returned to India.

So do I rip up my Che Gueverra T-shirt for finding out about his downward spiral into madness and mayhem? He’d have surely sentenced most of the officials at Gauntanamo Bay to the firing squad for being too soft on prisoners. From philanderer to philanthroper, from catalyst with focus to instigator with no purpose, he was a person after all, now only protected by fairytale commercial Hollywood imaging that would have him turning in his grave.

Do I want someone to blow the dust of Nelson Mandela’s Madiba magic? With leadership comes courage and compromise, a balancing act very uncompromising. I must admit I’m too sensitive for this political bliss.

Power corrupts, absolute power crushes, quiet diplomacy subsides, underground democracy rages, there will be reprise and they will rise, so the cycle will continue, tides will turn, cultures overturn, civilizations born at the death of another, freedom fighters or terrorists, pessimists or optimists, to take up arms or peacefully work the farms, His-story or History, for where great men once walked lurks the shadow of a human being who once lived, whilst all around us, powers beyond us have kicked in, economic smeltdown and global meltdown, we simply look to live, watching MTV on our flatscreen TV.

By Luciano Vandyar

***Please note that these are ramblings of a human being, who is flawed and a contradiction of sorts and thought;)

Extra source reading :

Friendly Feudalism: The Tibet Myth – http://www.michaelparenti.org/Tibet.html

"No Olympic Medal for Bush," by Ronan Farrow, published in the Wall Street Journal, 11 July 2008. - http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121573874309444673.html

"The 'Genocide Olympics'," by Ronan Farrow and Mia Farrow, published in the Wall Street Journal, 28 March 2007 - http://www.genocideintervention.net/network/pressroom/coverage/2007/07/25/961

Hope (2001)

Her name is Dolly,
Consumated by science,
In the name of life.
A wolf in sheeps clothing.

Jurassic Park dreams,
So many genetic themes.
What next? Jesus Christ!
Oh Lord! Help us!