Saturday, 26 October 2013

Language in Timor Leste


Timor Leste, Tetum, Portuguese, Bahasa Indonesia or English?

J. Ramos-Horta, Dili | Opinion | Fri, April 20 



Once in a while, a journalist or scholar opinionates on Timor Leste’s choice of its official languages. Victor Richard Savage, associate professor in geography at the National University of Singapore, wrote recently “The current presidential election in Timor Leste has brought international visibility to this rather marginalized state within Southeast Asia.”

Mr. Savage then proceeded to provide us with his scholarly opinion on what is actually a very simple issue in Timor Leste, the issue of languages.

Articles 13 and 159 of our Constitution determine that Tetum and Portuguese are our official languages and Indonesian and English are our working languages. Can one be more open-minded and pragmatic than that?

Timorese leaders and people, though islanders, are very outward-looking, open to cultural influences, eagerly learning and absorbing the good (and bad) we see, read and hear around us. We are among the most polyglot people in the world. A very large percentage of us manage as many as three to five languages — a native language, Tetum, Indonesian, English and Portuguese.

I always advise our youth to be open-minded toward information, knowledge and other cultures and learn as many languages as they can. I tell them not to be provincial as the average Australian, American or Briton, who speaks only English.

An increasing number of young Timorese are becoming conversant with English. It is estimated that English is understood by 31.4 percent of the population.

According to Timor Leste’s 2010 census, close to 90 percent of all Timorese use Tetum in their daily life. An estimated 35 percent are fluent Indonesian language users and 23.5 percent speak, read and write Portuguese. This is a very impressive number bearing in mind that in 2002 less than 5 percent of all Timorese understood Portuguese.

In his essay, Mr. Savage questioned the wisdom of Timor Leste’s language policy and suggested that we should opt for English rather than Tetum and Portuguese, ignoring the fact that our Constitution provides space for Indonesian and English as working languages.

However, Mr. Savage erroneously claims that while Tetum is an official language, “on the ground one gets the feeling that Portuguese has been given priority because it is the language of communication of the political and social elites — in short, it is an elitist language in Timor Leste. This language policy has its own challenges.”

It is obvious that either Mr. Savage has not been to Timor Leste or has been there only in the usual fly-in, fly-out fashion. Most proceedings in our National Parliament, Cabinet, seminars, etc are conducted in Tetum.

The Timorese resistance, government and our Church have done more for the spread and modernization of Tetum than anyone. That Tetum is today spoken by almost 90 percent of our people is a great measure of our success in nation-building. But Tetum is still in the process of becoming a truly modern, functional language. Hundreds of words are borrowed from Portuguese, some from Indonesian, and I believe that in another 10-20 years Tetum will be a very colorful, rich and dynamic language.

In another 10 years, at least half of our people will manage Portuguese; our own version of Portuguese, as lively and musical as the Portuguese spoken in Rio or Luanda. And Tetum will be as colorful and lively but better endowed to face the challenges that come with the nation’s opening to the world.

Mr. Savage, like many anglophiles, seems to hold a very simplistic view that English alone would literally opens heaven’s gate for poor Timor Leste and would solve our economic and social problems. And if English is the key to Timor Leste’s future then I presume it must also be every poor country’s road from rags to riches.

Conversely, following such a line of argument, does the said scholar and others want us to believe that it was the English language that actually catapulted nations like Japan, Korea, Germany, Italy and France into major industrial powers? And how does one explain Portuguese-speaking Brazil’s rise to global economic status overtaking aging England to become the world’s sixth-largest economy?

And how does one explain the ongoing “fragile state” of some Pacific islands and sub-Saharan African countries, which were under British rule and adopted English as their official language since independence?

Furthermore, how about our Aborigine brothers and sisters in Australia whose life expectancy is 10 years less than ours? Aren’t they supposed to be much better off since they have been colonized by English speakers for some 200 years?

Contrary to the Singaporean scholar’s assertion that our decision not to use Indonesian has to do with political sensitivities, I say we have no hang-ups as far as the Indonesian language and culture are concerned.

I have even argued that we should elevate Indonesian to official language status at some point. We just have to carefully look at all the implications in terms of costs, availability of qualified teachers, etc. An estimated 36 percent of our people speak Indonesian but in the age bracket of 5-10, particularly in rural areas, this percentage drops significantly.

While we have great respect for the scholar’s seemingly great knowledge about Indonesia and are grateful for his very wise advice, Timor Leste and the Republic of Indonesia enjoy exemplary relations in every dimension thanks to the foresight of the leaders of the two countries in opting for a forward-looking, pragmatic approach in managing the relationship.

Timor Leste, since 2005, has been an active member of the ASEAN Regional Forum and participated in every ASEAN Ministerial meeting for almost 10 years now. We have full-fledged embassies in five ASEAN capitals and by the end of 2013 we will have embassies in the remaining five. We also have embassies in Seoul, Tokyo and Beijing. There are 20 foreign embassies in Timor Leste and international organizations based in Dili.

While I am grateful for Mr. Savage’s useful contribution to the debate on the language issue and for so generously showing us the possible ways out of “regional marginalization”, I dare to challenge the Anglo-Saxon-centric view that somehow the whole world would be a better place if we all surrendered to the dominance of the English language.

We all know that English is an important language, almost incontournable (inevitable) if one wants access information on science and technology, international trade and money markets. But, the fact that a particular language has regional or global usage does not necessarily mean we must all automatically dump our historical languages and roots and adopt that language as an official language.

Even if we were to be persuaded by Mr. Savage and other like-minded scholars about the “superiority” of the English language and adopt it as our official language, there would be extraordinary challenges in terms of the human and financial resources required to implement such a policy.

I concede we are not all as practically-minded as our Singaporean brothers and sisters. I confess we are mostly somewhat romantic, and possess a historical perspective, because we have a long history, and do not possess the Singaporean practical and trade-oriented mindset.

So, will we be condemned to slow progress merely because we have a vibrant multi-cultural, multi-lingua, colorful, dynamic society, spending time to enjoy the beauty of life?

I am sure we won’t. I am sure Timor Leste will be able to deepen the quality of education, integrate seamlessly within ASEAN and spur modern economic development without forsaking the common sense feeling of belonging to our roots.

The writer is a Nobel Peace Prize laureate and was President of Timor Leste May 2007 – May 2012

Taken from HERE.

Friday, 4 October 2013

Three Tunes No.4

Once again, if you're up for it, listen to the three songs in this zipped file and offer a review of your favourite one (or two - or all of them if you want). Do a bit of research to get some biographical information about the band or the artist. This will make your review journalistic rather than just a personal response. Here is the fourth pack of three...


Ane Brun - These Days


There were nights, and mornings, when you'd come to me. 
Find your way into my bones, my joints, into my veins. 
Like an animal you called your darkness around me 
you spelled your name in charcoal all over my body 

But these days I just walk with you 
These days, I let you stay 
A little further away but I'll walk with you 
These days, I let you stay 

There were summer days and nights when I was blind to you. 
You were quiet and you were still even when the moon was full 
My temporary state of lightness would scare me 
After all I was sure you were most wrong then, I was daring. 

But these days I just walk with you 
These days, I let you stay 
These days, I just talk with you 
These days, I let you stay 

A little further away but I'll walk with you 
These days, I let you stay 
The things you showed me over the years, 
The roads you blocked and how you define me 

These days, I just walk with you 
These days, I let you stay 
These days, I just talk with you 
These days, these days 


David Bowie - "Heroes"


I
I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins
Like dolphins can swim
Though nothing
Will keep us together
We can beat them
For ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes
Just for one day

I
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be us
Just for one day

I
I can remember
Standing
By the wall
And the guns
Shot above our heads
And we kissed
As though nothing could fall
And the shame
Was on the other side
Oh we can beat them
For ever and ever
Then we can be Heroes
Just for one day

We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day


The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends


People I know places I go 
Make me feel tongue tied 
I can see how people look down 
They're on the inside 

Here's where the story ends 

People I see, weary of me 
Showing my good side 
I can see how people look down 
I'm on the outside 

Here's where the story ends 
Ooh here's where the story ends 

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year 
Which makes my eyes feel sore 
Oh I never should have said the books that you read 
Were all I loved 
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year 
Which makes me wonder why 
It's the memories of the shed that make me turn red 
Surprise surprise surprise 

Crazy I know, places I go 
Make me feel so tired 
I can see how people look down 
I'm on the outside 

Oh here's where the story ends 
Ooh here's where the story ends 

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year 
Which makes my eyes feel sore 
& who ever would've thought the books that you brought 
Were all I loved 
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed 
I know where I belong 
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say 
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong 

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year 
Which makes me smile inside 
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way 
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise 

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Friday, 27 September 2013

Three Tunes No.3

If you fancy it, listen to the three songs in this pack and offer a review of your favourite one (or as many as you want). Do some research and find a bit of biographical information about the band or the artist to make your review journalistic rather than just a personal response. Here is the third pack of three...


Caecille Norby - Life On Mars


It's a god-awful small affair 
To the girl with the mousy hair 
But her mummy is yelling "No" 
And her daddy has told her to go 

But her friend is nowhere to be seen 
Now she walks through her sunken dream 
To the seat with the clearest view 
And she's hooked to the silver screen 

But the film is a saddening bore 
For she's lived it ten times or more 
She could spit in the eyes of fools 
As they ask her to focus on 

Sailors fighting in the dance hall 
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go 
It's the freakiest show 
Take a look at the Lawman 
Beating up the wrong guy 
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know 
He's in the best selling show 
Is there life on Mars? 

It's on America's tortured brow 
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow 
Now the workers have struck for fame 
'Cause Lennon's on sale again 
See the mice in their million hordes 
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads 
Rule Britannia is out of bounds 
To my mother, my dog, and clowns 
But the film is a saddening bore 
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more 
It's about to be writ again 
As I ask you to focus on 

Sailors fighting in the dance hall 
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go 
It's the freakiest show 
Take a look at the Lawman 
Beating up the wrong guy 
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know 
He's in the best selling show 
Is there life on Mars?


Colin Hay - My Brilliant Feat


Did someone call my name?
Like a distant drum is beating
Or is it just another dream of long ago?
I dance again, I am spinning
In the light, I am living
And I can feel the power rushing through my veins
Once upon a time I could do no wrong
For the candle flickers, the flame is never gone

To my brilliant feat
They all pay heed
I hear the crowds roar oh so loudly

Is it a game of chance
Or merely circumstances
A jack to a king and back
Then you have to pay to play
The world it won't wait for you
It's got its own things to do
The sun's gotta rise and drive another night away
And as I listen to the silence
I can hear thunder in the distance

To my brilliant feat
I make grown men weep
And still my eyes grow oh so cloudy


Dresden Dolls - Backstabber


the record goes from blue to gold 
so thank you for all your help 
I know you want to jump around 
but try to contain yourself 
you always struck me as the type to take it lightly 
but now you’re gonna have to shut your mouth or fight me… 

backstabber, backstabber…. 

you’re all alone you’re all over  
the popular magazines will never care what do you care 
you’re down with the japanese 
but you’ve got no right to sit there saying I abuse it 
when you only sleep with girls who say they like your music 

backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber 

backstabber! hope grabber! 
greedy little fit haver! 
god, I feel for you, fool….. 
s**t lover! off brusher! 
jaded bitter joy crusher! 
failure has made you so cruel…. 

rotten to the core  
rotten to the core 

rotten like a crackwhore 
backing out out the backdoor 
show us what you’re good for 
stick it to the noise board 
come on join the bloodsport 
show us some support, still 
working at the drugstore 
is it because you’re A F****ING 

backstabber! hope grabber! 
greedy little fit haver! 
god, I feel for you, fool….. 
s**t lover! off brusher! 
jaded bitter joy crusher! 
failure has made you so cruel…. 
  
so don’t tell me what to write 
and don’t tell me that I’m wrong…… 
and don’t tell me not to reference my songs within my songs 

so here we go the open road 
is covered with taco stands 
and you can stop we’ll drop you off 
and write to you when we land 

BACKSTABBER!

Put on your music journalist hat. 

Saturday, 21 September 2013

Three Tunes No.2

Once again, if it's your cup of tea, listen to the three songs and offer a review of your favourite one (or as many as you want). Do your own research to obtain biographical information about the band or the artist. Here is the second pack of three...



Cowboy Junkies - Something More Besides You


One foot strands before the crib
The other by the casket
A question formed upon stilled lips
Is passed on but never asked

I guess I believe that there’s a point
To what we do
But I ask myself is there
Something more besides you? 

Two are born to cross
Their paths, their lives, their hearts
If by chance one turns away
Are they forever lost? 

I guess I believe that there’s a point
To what we do
But I ask myself is there
Something more besides you? 

This morning I awoke,
The bed warm where it once was cold
Small blessings laid upon us
Small mysteries slowly unfold

Yet I still wonder is there a point
To what we do? 
’cause I kind of doubt
That there is something more besides you

Although it’s hard to find the point
To what we do,
Do I dare believe that there is
Something more besides you?


Lloyd Cole - Man on the Verge


Independent reader I
Looking for a better quality of life
Seeking to depart from lonely hearted page

Sensitive to greying hair
Looking for a w/sense of humour
Do you have a script
Perchance, I could rewrite?

Man on the verge
Of the nerve
For "Hello, I love your shirt"
Could it hurt?
Man on the verge

9/11 subway train
You had yellow hair and mine is grey
You half smiled
Got off at Astor Place

Man on the verge
Of the words
to "Hello, I love your shirt"
Could it hurt?
Man on the verge

Waiting for the kiss of life
seemingly lost without a TV Guide
Boyish 37
Sorely uninspired

Single melancholy male
Owning up to loneliness is no big deal
Everything is gone tomorrow miss you much

Man on the verge
Of the nerve
For "Hello, I love your shirt"
Could it hurt?
Man on the verge

Man on the verge
Mouthing the words
And the air between them
Could it hurt?
Man on the verge


XTC - Earn Enough for Us


I've been praying all the week through 
At home, at work and on the bus 
I've been praying I can keep you 
And to earn enough for us 

I can take humiliation 
And hurtful comments from the boss 
I'm just praying by the weekend 
I can earn enough for us 

Found a house that won't repair itself 
With it's windows cracking 
And a roof held together with holes 
Just because we're at the bottom of the ladder 
We shouldn't be sadder 
Than others like us 
Who have goals for the betterment of life 
Glad that you want to be my wife, but honest 
I've been praying all the week through 
At home at work and on the bus 
I've been praying I can keep you 
And to earn enough for us 

So you're saying that we're going to be three 
Now, a father's what I'll be 
Don't get me wrong, I'm so proud 
But the belt's already tight 
I'll get another job at night, but honest 

I can take humiliation 
And hurtful comments from the boss 
I'm just praying by the weekend 
I can earn enough for us 
Just because we're at the bottom of the ladder 
We shouldn't be sadder 
Than others like us 
Who have goals for the betterment of life 
Glad that you want to be my wife, but honest 

I can take humiliation 
And hurtful comments from the Boss 
I'm just praying by the weekend 
I can earn enough for us 
I can earn enough for us

Show us the budding music journalist in you. 

Friday, 13 September 2013

Three Tunes No.1

If it's your cup of tea, listen to the songs and offer a review of your favourite one (or as many as you want). Do your own research for biographical information about the band or the artist. Here is the first pack of three...

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Del Amitri - Nothing Ever Happens



Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
Janitors padlock the gates
For security guards to patrol
And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink
While the married ones turn on a chat show

And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore
Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go
And by five o'clock everything's dead
And every third car is a cab
And ignorant people sleep in their beds
Like the doped white mice in the college lab

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before

Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there
The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care
Close-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same video every day
And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed
Just survive constant action replay

Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs
While angry from Manchester writes to complain about
All the repeats on T.V.
And computer terminals report some gains
On the values of copper and tin
While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs
For the price of a hospital wing

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
They'll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock
And we'll all go along like before

And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow


Joni Mitchell - My Old Man


My old man
He's a singer in the park
He's a walker in the rain
He's a dancer in the dark
We don't need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
My old man
Keeping away my blues

He's my sunshine in the morning
He's my fireworks at the end of the day
He's the warmest chord I ever heard
Play that warm chord, play and stay baby
We don't need no piece of paper
From the city hall

Keeping us tied and true
My old man
Keeping away my blues

But when he's gone
Me and them lonesome blues collide
The bed's too big
The frying pan's too wide

Then he comes home
And he takes me in his loving arms
And he tells me all his troubles
And he tells me all my charms
We don't need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
No, my old man
Keeping away my blues


World Party - Put A Message In The Box


And if you listen now
You might hear a new sound coming in
As an old one disappears
See the world in just one grain of sand

You better take a closer look
Don't let it slip right through your hand
Won't you please hear the call
The world says

Now is the moment, please understand
The road is wide open to the heart of every man
A few simple words
So a mule could understand

He don't want tomorrow
If it's just crumbling into sand
Won't please hear the call
She says

Put the message in the box
Put the box into the car
Drive the car around the world
Until you get heard x 2

The world says
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
'Cause I'm waiting right here with my open arms

Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your soul to me
'Cause I'm waiting to behold your many charms
Is that love in the air? She says

Until you get heard x 4


The Three Tunes Pack No.1 tunes are HERE.

Let's hear from the budding music journalist in you!