No âmbito do evento Fórum do Futuro, organizado pela Câmara Municipal do Porto, Martha Rosler conversou com João Ribas, sob o tema "O lugar dos artistas e a gentrificação da cidade"
Gentrificação
The unconscious in psychoanalysis and cognitive science
"Ego
functions are intrinsically unconscious. ID functions are intrinsically
conscious. The ID functions when they extend up onto ego, when these
free energies of the ID extend onto the inhibited functions of the ego,
they render the ego functions conscious. So it is exactly the opposite
way around to how Freud put it. I'm sorry but it is. [...] What
is pleasure without consciousness? How can you possibly speak of
pleasure without consciousness? This is the very same Freud that said
that affects always have to be conscious. It's no such thing as
unconscious affect, said Freud. How can the part of the mind be
unconscious where the pleasure principle reigns?"
Mark Solms
Id = Free Energy
Id = Consciousness
> Free Energy = Consciousness
Ego = Bound Energy
Ego = Unconscious
> Bound Energy = Unconsciousness
Se não sabe, porque é que pergunta?
"Each movement we make by which we alter the appearance of objects
should be thought of as an experiment designed to test whether we have
understood correctly the invariant relations of the phenomena before us,
that is, their existence in definite spatial relations."
Hermann von Helmholtz
making sense
"In order to minimize the entropy of both sensory and external states... To minimize surprise, I have to believe that my beliefs will be very precise. It is necessary to minimize the uncertainty of the causes of your sensations.
Now, you can't know the causes of your sensations. You have to infer them, so what that basically means is that, a priori, you have to believe you are going to sample the world in a way that minimizes your uncertainty, or maximizes your confidence about the explanation for the causes for your sensory input. There's a selective aspect to perception that is in the service of selecting hypotheses and explanations for our transactions with the outside world or others. That has to be continually upgraded and maintained and has to be revised in a dynamical way that in enforced by this imperative to go and sample the next most salient arena that will confirm the hypothesis."
Karl Friston, Consciousness and the Bayesian brain - 08 - Sandler Conference 2014
do hermético, do obscuro e da arrogância, da Europa continental [Portugal incluído] e dos anglo-saxões
"Os recentes êxitos de livros sobre ciência relacionam-se com a
natureza interdisciplinar de muitos dos novos trabalhos científicos. Os
professores escrevem para colegas de outras disciplinas. Por isso, têm
de fazê-lo em linguagem simples, evitando o jargão da área a que se
dedicam. Se eu escrevesse um livro apenas para filósofos — a minha área
—, fá-lo-ia desse modo e pelas mesmas
razões. Sei que este problema do jargão existe em todas as disciplinas,
mas na filosofia põe-se logo à partida. Grande parte dos falsos
problemas que surgem em filosofia provêm do facto de especialistas
falarem para especialistas. O maior pecado que um especialista pode
cometer quando fala com outro é explicitar o assunto, <
Existe uma diferença profunda entre a tradição universitária anglófona e
europeia. Na Europa continental, os professores falam do alto das suas
cátedras, nas suas torres de marfim, debitando a sua sapiência, e o
aluno toma notas e não faz perguntas; se são difíceis de entender e
inacessíveis, melhor para eles — compensa. É assim que se consegue uma
reputação — sendo obsuro. O mesmo não se passa na tradição universitária
de língua inglesa, pelo menos com tanta intensidade. Não sei qual é a
relação com a ciência, mas vê-se que essa atitude também influencia a
escrita não científica, semicientífica ou filosófica dos cientistas do
continente europeu."
Daniel C. Dennett, in A Terceira Cultura, de John Brockman
Daniel C. Dennett, in A Terceira Cultura, de John Brockman
So here I am
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years-
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres-
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholy new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate - but there is no competition -
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
T. S. Eliot, East Coker V, in Four Quartets
Mente jovem em corpo jovem / When you're mindless, you're mindless
“She’s one of the people at Harvard who really gets it,” Rediger told
me. “That health and illness are much more rooted in our minds and in
our hearts and how we experience ourselves in the world than our models
even begin to understand.”
Mais, aqui
Sobre Ellen Langer
To This Day Project
To This Day
When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it
not really a big deal
one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body
I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been
a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home
I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”
this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname
pork chop
to this day
I hate pork chops
I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize
it does
she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog
to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing
he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit
to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity
we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell
but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong
they have to be wrong
why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me
of course
they did
but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.
Solidão
"A minha mãe tem 89 anos e é surda. Quando lhe pergunto alguma coisa, responde ao lado. Protesto contra a sua surdez, ela afirma que "como" as palavras. No fundo, conversa de surdos. Traz-me triste, esta questão da incomunicabilidade. Percebo que a inteligência tem consigo, uma obrigação moral, tal como é expressa na parábola dos talentos. O que nunca ninguém diz, porventura com medo de parecer vaidoso, é que a inteligência tem um preço: a solidão. Dizia o meu amigo Jacques Brel, (nunca o conheci, entenda-se), numa entrevista a que tive o privilégio de assistir: 'Recuso-me a ser inteligente.' Julgo perceber o que quis dizer, e no entanto…"
Nuno Lobo Antunes, in Sinto Muito
Platão e o Corpo
Participam:
Jonathan Lear, University of Chicago: "Ironic Eros: Notes on a Fantastic Pregnancy"
Gretchen Reydams-Schils, University of Notre Dame: "What Does the Body Have to Do with Becoming Like God in Middle-Platonism?"
David O'Connor, University of Notre Dame: "Ice Cold Feet"
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| Miss Anna O |
"Considering that Breuer is the beloved, but it seems that he was also a lover pregnant in soul. It's clear from the case history that he was impressed with Anna O, as well he should have been. Quote: 'She was markedly intelligent with an astonishingly quick grasp of things and penetrating intuition. She possessed a powerful intellect, she had great poetic and imaginative gifts which were under the control of a sharp and critical common sense, one of her essential character traits was a sympathetic kindness.' Unquote. [...] And if we look back at these pair of lovers with the benefit of hindsight, and if we try to cut through the draws of social pretense, and ask what was ethically significant about their interaction, we see that one person was asking another person for help and the other person was trying to offer help. And everything was going along smoothly in the production of a false theory and a false understanding of their relationship until miss O's unconscious interrupted it. And in effect, her pregnancy (her unconscience) was saying, 'I'm pregnant. I'm giving birth. This is your baby!"
Jonathan Lear
"How does wonder provoke us to put together our bodies and our souls? Something transcendent with something mundane? [...] If Wagner can't stir your anxieties about the relationship between the sensuous and the transcendent, you are stone cold dead. [...] King Marke, the legitimate spouse of Isolde, has been unable, ever, to have sex with her because he respects her too much. He sings this in music of great nobility and control. Which contrasts with the ecstatic eroticism of the music that the true lovers Tristan and Isolde tend to express their love in. Marke loved Isolde too much to become her sexual partner. He had a fantasy (I'm tempted to say) of love that would be undisturbed by the turbulence of erotic desire. I think Plato, too, knew all about this fantasy of philosophy without turbulence. [...] The fantasy of philosophy without erotic turbulence is enacted over and over again by Plato (it seems to me).A fantasy that he indulges but that he also chases. "
David O'Connor
Leituras Imaginadas
Tradução de Heusei Kestú.
"Possuía uma rapidez de processamento de informação visual e uma
capacidade para discriminar detalhes essenciais de não essenciais,
substancialmente acima da média. Coexistir com esta percepção em 'alta
definição' restringia-lhe a comunicação com os outros, sob pena de
sofrer comparações com lunáticos esquizóides, ou arrogantes sabichões.
O seu discreto, mas contínuo, isolamento levou a que se refugiasse na confortável ideia de que a indiferença dos outros era sinal de respeito e admiração.
Os seus amigos eram especiais. Eram como deuses que escrevem direito por linhas tortas. E quanto aos restantes, afinal de contas, ser para eles uma espécie de ódio de estimação, não é coisa que se descarte.
Costurava, assim, almofadas psicológicas nas quais se refugiava com leituras e bebidas quentes, aguardando ansiosamente a próxima chamada telefónica."
O seu discreto, mas contínuo, isolamento levou a que se refugiasse na confortável ideia de que a indiferença dos outros era sinal de respeito e admiração.
Os seus amigos eram especiais. Eram como deuses que escrevem direito por linhas tortas. E quanto aos restantes, afinal de contas, ser para eles uma espécie de ódio de estimação, não é coisa que se descarte.
Costurava, assim, almofadas psicológicas nas quais se refugiava com leituras e bebidas quentes, aguardando ansiosamente a próxima chamada telefónica."
A inteligência: uma das características mais hereditáveis!
Intelligence is a core construct in differential psychology and
behavioural genetics, and should be so in cognitive neuroscience. It is
one of the best predictors of important life outcomes such as education,
occupation, mental and physical health and illness, and mortality.
Intelligence is one of the most heritable behavioural traits. [...] Assortative mating pumps additive genetic variance into the population
every generation, contributing to the high narrow heritability (additive
genetic variance) of intelligence.
mais aqui
da História
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| Lev Tolstoy |
Malcolm Bradbury, in To the Hermitage
Reflexões do Desterro
Não acredito que os criminosos estão a "ser quem são". Só nos voltamos para a destruição quando perdemos o sentido de orientação e nos afastamos demasiado da ideia de sabermos a verdade sobre quem somos. Os criminosos perderam o seu centro e o que fazem aos outros é, na verdade, um reflexo do que sentem por si mesmos. Gostamos de pensar sobre os responsáveis por crimes e as vítimas como "eles" e "nós", mas não existem "eles". Só nós!
Anita Moorjani, Nascer de Novo
Depois de ter lido isto, um pensamento atravessou-se-me na cabeça:
— Diz-me qual o tamanho do meu eu que existe em ti, que dir-te-ei o tamanho do teu eu que existe em mim.
Pardon my thoughts
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| Ilustração de Edmund Dulac |
O que a rainha não sabia, era que a questão entre a princesa e a ervilha prendia-se mais com uma overexcitability do que com o facto de ela ser princesa!
