Para mim, a poesia não é essa espécie de canto ornamental da existência humana. Não. A poesia é aquilo que nos põe em contacto com qualquer coisa que até ali nós não víamos, não sentíamos. Passamos a ter uma outra visão, realmente. Distinta da visão natural e ingénua que é a nossa, quando a gente vem a este mundo enquanto é jovem. A grande poesia é aquela que, de repente, nos oferece um mundo, no qual a vivência deste se altera em cores e dimensões não sonhadas.
É a criação de um outro mundo que se acrescenta realmente ao nosso mundo visível.
É portanto isso e não os versos que são muito bonitos.
Eduardo Lourenço, Revista Ler, Setembro 2008
Vícios privados, públicas virtudes
A moral vigente e o preconceito esforçam-se por fazer um bom trabalho no que toca a contrariar o que há de mais individual e íntimo em cada ser humano.
To love is to suffer, to avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you are getting this now?
Regarding love, well, what can you say? It´s not the quantity of your sexual relations that count. It's quality. On the other hand, if the quantity drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into it.
Woody Allen
Regarding love, well, what can you say? It´s not the quantity of your sexual relations that count. It's quality. On the other hand, if the quantity drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into it.
Woody Allen
Penélope
Penelope Awaiting Ulysses
and always confessed with my lips.
Still waiting to be saved.
Wait as long as I have to for good news.
Dancing with adversity
When language doesn't allow us to evolve.
Adversity isn't an obstacle that we need to get around in order to resume living our life. It's part of our life.
The weight and impact of a person's struggle.
The question isn't whether or not you are going to meet adversity, but how you are going to meet it. Our responsibility is not simply shielding those we care for from adversity, but preparing them to meet it well.
Perhaps the existing model of only looking at what is broken in you and how do we fix it serves to be more disabling to the individual than the pathology itself.
By not treating the wholeness of a person, by not acknowledging their potency, we are creating another ill on top of whatever natural struggle they might have.
Darwin said, It's not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most inteligent. It's the one that's most adaptable to change. Conflict is the genesis to creation.
Until we are tested, we don't know what we are made of.
The real true disability is a crushed spirit.
Every
Child
Has known God,
Not the God of names,
not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who only knows four words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come dance with Me.”
Come
Dance.
The God Who Only Knows Four Words, Hafiz
Prevenir o cancro
Anda por aí um email, a circular, com informação errada acerca do que faz mal e do que não faz mal. É utilizado o nome (de forma incorrecta) da instituição Johns Hopkins.
A dita instituição, no seu site, informa, explica e desmistifica a informação veiculada no tal email.
Para quem ainda não sabe, e quiser saber, aqui vai alguma informação, retirada da mensagem da Johns Hopkins, sobre como prevenir o cancro.
1. Be as lean as possible without becoming underweight.
2. Be physically active for at least 30 minutes every day.
3. Avoid sugary drinks. Limit consumption of energy-dense foods (particularly processed foods high in added sugar, or low in fiber, or high in fat).
4. Eat more of a variety of vegetables, fruits, whole grains and legumes such as beans.
5. Limit consumption of red meats (such as beef, pork and lamb) and avoid processed meats.
6. If consumed at all, limit alcoholic drinks to 2 for men and 1 for women a day.
7. Limit consumption of salty foods and foods processed with salt (sodium).
8. Don't use supplements to protect against cancer.
Eu apenas acrescentaria: tentar levar uma vida feliz e sem stress (pois está provado que o stress debilita o sistema imunitário).
Ele há coisas do caraças!
Passei ANOS a digerir rejeições. Anos!
O sistema imunitário pagou caro por isso.
Locked in Syndrome
The misdiagnosis of persistent vegetative state
is horrifying but all too understandable.
To be locked in
Lançamento, no Porto
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Sábado, 16 de Outubro às 22.00 horas
Lançamento da revista PSIAX no Lófte
(Rua dos Caldeireiros, 43, 2º Andar)
Também à venda, com desconto, os antigos números da 1ª série
Rapid cognition
Decidir num abrir e fechar de olhos.
Homem prevenido nem sempre vale por dois!
Malcom Gladwell
A vida é aquilo que acontece enquanto nós fazemos outros planos.
Quem o disse foi John Lennon!
E eu subscrevo.
Como o Acaso Comanda as Nossas vidas, Stefan Klein
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That's me!
A post-war laboratory
Clothing that remain with time, clothing that is intriguing in a deeper sense.
All of the senses.
Emotional person.
Scrap of antique cloth.
Modern alchemism.
The ease of it, the way it can mold or blanket your body.
Shapes and forms that collapse on the body.
To touch a person in the most raw and instinctual way.
... pick up the pieces and bring it close to their noses, to smell or just to get closer.
Beauty is subtlety, a piece of clothing aged on a person, where it takes their form, the shape of their body, where the wear and color are changed with exposure, where it becomes an imprinted by the person that wears it...that is beauty to me at the moment.
Mais aqui.
Exacto: the improvement of sensual enjoyment
The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true;
As I have heard from hell.
The whole creation will be consumed, and appear infinite and holy, where as it now seems finite and corrupt.
This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
É nos nossos cérebros que os fantasmas aparecem, não nas nossas casas
Até hoje, os psiquiatras e filólogos discutem sobre se o dramaturgo [August Strindberg] terá mesmo sido um doente mental ou apenas um homem profundamente sensível e exaltado. [...] As pessoas com perturbações da personalidade de cariz paranóico procuram por todo o lado significados ocultos, têm uma confiança ilimitada no seu próprio saber e desconfiam dos outros. Pode parecer pouco simpático, mas o pensamento paranóico também tem o seu valor. Não serão essas tendências que caracterizam o estilo de muitos grandes escritores? Os poetas são visionários que com a sua percepção apuradíssima captam processos e acontecimentos em que os outros nem sequer reparam. [...] Na verdade, sem uma porção equilibrada de pensamento paranóico os próprios cientistas mal chegariam às suas conclusões. [...] Afinal de contas só se torna esperto quem sente dentro de si o desejo de reconhecer um sentido no mundo.
Como o Acaso Comanda as Nossas vidas, Stefan Klein
E, ainda a propósito disto, Shelley Carson e Jordan Peterson chegaram a algumas conclusões a respeito de "Génio, loucura e portas da percepção"
Mensagem encriptada / Muuuuuita dopamina no hemisfério direito / quicksands
Do you really think it's worth while wasting your precious time with me?
Why? Am I some kind of object of interest?
No hard feelings.
(to whom the shoe may fit)
O Homem Lúcido
O homem lúcido sabe que a vida é uma carga tamanha de acontecimentos e emoções que nunca se entusiasma com ela, assim como não teme a morte. O homem lúcido sabe que viver e morrer são o mesmo em matéria de valor, posto que a Vida contém tantos sofrimentos que a sua cessação não pode ser considerada um mal.
O homem lúcido sabe que é o equilibrista na corda bamba da existência. Sabe que, por opção ou acidente, é possível cair no abismo, a qualquer momento, interrompendo a sessão do circo.
Pode também o homem lúcido optar pela Vida. Aí então, ele esgotará todas as suas possibilidades. Passeará por seu campo aberto e por suas vielas floridas. Saberá ver a beleza em tudo. Terá amantes, amigos, ideais. Urdirá planos e os realizará. Resistirá aos infortúnios e até às doenças. E, se atingido por algum desses emissários, saberá suportá-los com coragem e mansidão.
Morrerá o homem lúcido de causas naturais e em idade avançada, cercado por filhos e netos que seguirão sua magnífica aventura. Pairará então, sobre sua memória uma aura de bondade. Dir-se-á: aquele amou muito e fez bem às pessoas.
A justa lei máxima da natureza obriga que a quantidade de acontecimentos maus na vida de um homem iguale-se sempre à quantidade de acontecimentos favoráveis. O homem lúcido que optou pela Vida, com o consentimento dos Deuses, tem o poder magno de alterar esta lei. Na sua vida, os acontecimentos favoráveis estarão sempre em maioria.
Esta é uma cortesia que a Natureza faz com os homens lúcidos.
(obrigada ACL por ter sido através de ti que fiquei a conhecer este homem)
For my friends
There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and red
clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs and the sow's pink-faint litter, and the
mare's foal and the cow's calf,
And the noisy brood of the barnyard or by the mire of the pond-side,
And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there, and the
beautiful curious liquid,
And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part of him.
The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him,
Winter-grain sprouts and those of the light-yellow corn, and the
esculent roots of the garden,
And the apple-trees cover'd with blossoms and the fruit afterward,
and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road,
And the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the
tavern whence he had lately risen,
And the schoolmistress that pass'd on her way to the school,
And the friendly boys that pass'd, and the quarrelsome boys,
And the tidy and fresh-cheek'd girls, and the barefoot negro boy and girl,
And all the changes of city and country wherever he went.
His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd
him in her womb and birth'd him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that,
They gave him afterward every day, they became part of him.
The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table,
The mother with mild words, clean her cap and gown, a wholesome
odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by,
The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger'd, unjust,
The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,
The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture, the
yearning and swelling heart,
Affection that will not be gainsay'd, the sense of what is real, the
thought if after all it should prove unreal,
The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time, the curious
whether and how,
Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are not flashes
and specks what are they?
The streets themselves and the facades of houses, and goods in the windows,
Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank'd wharves, the huge crossing at
the ferries,
The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between,
Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of
white or brown two miles off,
The schooner near by sleepily dropping down the tide, the little
boat slack-tow'd astern,
The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,
The strata of color'd clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away
solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in,
The horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh
and shore mud,
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who
now goes, and will always go forth every day.
Walt Whitman
Identity in the Age of the Internet
"But many of these same ideas no longer seem abstract or esoteric when you immerse yourself in life on the Internet. For example, the idea that you are constituted by and through language is not an abstract idea if you're confronted with the necessity of creating a character in a MUD. You just have to do it. Your words are your deeds, your words are your body. And you feel these word-deeds and this word-body quite viscerally. Similarly, the idea of multiplicity as a way of thinking about identity is concretized when someone gets an Internet account, is asked to name five "handles" or nicknames for his activities on the system, and finds himself "being" Armani-boy in some online discussions, but Motorcycle-man, Too-serious, Aquinas, and Lipstick in others."
When MIT psychologist and sociologist Sherry Turkle was first experimenting with the Internet virtual communities known as MUDs (multiuser domains) she came across a character named Dr. Sherry. This Dr. Sherry had a room set up as an office in the MUD where it was said she interviewed people and handed out questionnaires about the psychology of online life. Turkle was taken aback by this, because Dr. Sherry wasn't her or hers. "It was like someone else had used my name as a trademark to mean 'cybershrink,'" she recalls.
The Edge
My old friend
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains, within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw,
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs, that voices never share.
And no one dared,
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed, In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed,
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
Diving Within
A Universidade de Berkeley convidou três personalidades para falar sobre o tema "Consciência, Criatividade e Cérebro":
– David Lynch
– John Hagelin
– Fred Travis
Basicamente toda a conversa anda à volta do tema da meditação transcendental e da sua influência sobre o cérebro, paz interior e criatividade.
Há uma observação em directo do que se passa ao nível das ondas cerebrais quando se medita (com um voluntário que se submete a um electroencefalograma).
Ordem dos oradores:
–David Lynch (que responde a perguntas do público sobre os seus filmes e a sua experiência de 32 anos a meditar)
–John Hagelin (que fala sobre como a ciência explica o processo do Diving Within: minuto 0:47:10)
–Fred Travis (que explica o que se passa ao nível do cérebro quando se medita).
– David Lynch (volta a responder a mais perguntas do público)
Tópicos da intervenção de David Lynch:
– "I amness", consciousness is here, there and everywhere. It's an abstraction.
– Consciousness grows and the result is enlightenment.
– True happiness lies within.
– The side effect to experiencing pure consciousness is that negativity starts to receed.
– On the surface we are all different, which is always gonna be, but underneath we're all one.
– Depression, Prozac, Ritalin
– Coincidence
– Intuition grows
– If you want to understand my films start meditating
– Descrição do processo de meditação (minuto 0:45:00)
Tópicos da intervenção de John Hagelin:
– The experience of the inner unity.
– The holistic experience (meditative state). It has with it a remarkable transformation and correlation in the functioning of the human brain. A complete transformation, so dramatically different from waking, that the meditative state is now considered to be a fourth major state of consciousness, distinct from waking, dreaming and sleeping.
– The phenomenon of atention.
– The self (0:54:38) with the big "S", the atman. The only thing in our lives that never changes.
– The meditative state engages the total brain.
Tópicos da intervenção de Fred Travis:
– Brain functioning shapes the content of daily experience.
– On the brain level we are constantly recreating networks which constantly recreate our reality.
– All experiences change the brain.
– If you want to develop certain parts of your brain, you have to have specific experiences.
– Transcending builds frontal connections in the brain.
Tópicos da 2ª intervenção de David Lynch:
– Mullholand Drive
– To "feel think"
– To live inside the ideas and being true to them
– Music "unlocks" a lot of things
– Film is a lot like music because it is a flowing of things in time
– "Water the roots and enjoy the fruit" (Maharashi Yogi)
– Meditation. peace and health
– Dreams. What happens in the physical body and brain during dreaming
– Absence of war and negativity
–Transcendental meditation vs social activism
– Solving the problem from underneath. Not from the level of the problem, but from underneath it.
(entretanto descobri que existe legendado em português).
Outros links:
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
The David Lynch foundation
Atman
...
Francesca
Uma boa representação faz TODA a diferença.
O casting foi muito feliz na escolha destes dois
actores para estes papéis.
Maduros, vividos, conhecedores do humano ser.
Nos silêncios, nas expressões faciais, no cuidado com o outro,
no respeito, na postura...
O texto é bom, e o que ele encerra é profundo.
Tinha que ser escolha do SENHOR Clint!
The experience of silence
There are two things that don't have to mean anything, one is music and the other is laughter. That is, in order to give us very deep pleasure. (E. Kant)
Dia Mundial da Música / Dia Europeu da Depressão
Se há UMA coisa que me concilia com a vida,
com o sofrimento, e que me liga às pessoas...
É, sem sombra de dúvida, a música.
With rings on my fingers and bells on my toes,
I shall [always] have music wherever I go.
Sound (para ouver nas alturas, até ao fim!)
