Résistance...

...Si tu n'as rien à faire lundi soir, passe donc faire un tour au Mumbai Times Café.

Comme toutes les deux semaines, le Bombay Elektrik Projekt organise une soirée poésie / slam où tout le monde peut venir s'exprimer, lire ses textes, s'opposer aux autres orateurs, partager sa passion des mots... En Anglais, en Hindi, en Français, avec ou sans instruments, tout est permis.

Pour ce lundi, les organisateurs ont invité Tenzin Tsundue, un poète tibétain, à venir lire ses textes et nous parler de son engagement pour la cause du Tibet.

Quelques extraits de sa biographie - empruntés à Friends of Tibet.

Born to a Tibetan refugee family who laboured on India's border roads around Manali, North India, during the chaotic era of Tibetan refugee resettlement in the early seventies. Tenzin Tsundue is a writer-activist, a rare blend in the Tibetan community in exile.

Tenzin Tsundue joined Friends of Tibet (INDIA) in 1999. Since then he's been working with the organization as its General Secretary. In January 2002 his profile peaked when he scaled scaffolding to the 14th floor of the Oberoi Towers, in Mumbai, to unfurl a Tibetan national flag and a banner down the hotel's facade which read 'Free Tibet'. China's Premier Zhu Rongji was inside the hotel addressing a conference of Indian business tycoons. The world's media featured this feat and Indian police officials congratulated him in prison for standing up for his rights. In April 2005 he repeated a similar stunning one-man protest that captured the world’s imagination while Chinese Prime Minister Wen Jiabao was visiting India’s tech capital, Bangalore.

Because of these daring protest actions, the Government of India restricted his movements at the request of the Beijing government during Chinese President Hu Jintao’s visit to India in November 2006. He was detained within Dharamsala jurisdiction for fourteen days, constantly surveilled by police and intelligence escort.

Un de ses poèmes...

A PERSONAL RECONNAISSANCE

From Ladakh
Tibet is just a gaze away.
They said:
from that black knoll
at Dumtse, it's Tibet.
For the first time, I saw
my country Tibet.

In a hurried hidden trip,
I was there, at the mound.

I sniffed the soil,
scratched the ground,
listened to the dry wind
and the wild old cranes.

I didn't see the border,
I swear there wasn't anything
different, there.

I didn't know,
if I was there or here.
I didn't know,
if I was here or there.

They say the kyangs
come here every winter.
They say the kyangs
go there every summer.

Alors, c'est où, quoi, quand comment?

C'est ce lundi 8 juin à 21h30 au Mumbai Times Café, Fifth floor, Crystal Shopping Arcade, Off Linking Road, Bandra (W). Juste derrière le KFC.