Na Rue de Fleurus
"Todos traziam alguém. [...] Era de uma diversidade sem fim. E toda a gente vinha e ninguém fazia diferença nenhuma. Gertrude Stein sentava-se numa cadeira tranquila e quem podia fazia o mesmo, os restantes ficavam de pé. Havia os amigos que se sentavam à volta do fogão e falavam e havia os amigos sem fim que vinham e iam."
A Autobiografia de Alice B. Toklas, Gertrude Stein [pg 131]
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Gestão de tempos
Procuram-se olhares cúmplices.
Demoram-se em olhares cúmplices.
Há-os fugidios.
— Não me comprometas!
— Ai que me apanhaste!
Há-os irresistíveis.
— Nem me atrevo a olhar!
— Onde irei parar!
Outros há, ameaçadores.
Outros ainda, intrusivos.
Discursos inteiros... autênticos...
... silenciosos... para bons entendedores.
Não...
Não terás o meu olhar cúmplice.
Não te concedo essa confiança.
Deliberadamente, não o partilho.
Não me revelo ao teu olhar.
Não me revelo.
Revelo que não me revelo.
Espelhos...
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de acasos e legados
"It is the perverse logic of love that the reverse was true for Angélica: what kept her by my side when things didn't seem to be working out was, she has told me, the very fact that I came from some other place, her intuition that I would not treat her the way Chilean males treat women, that I could be totally trusted, that I was transparent, that I was naïve: in other words, that I was a gringo. A gringo that happened to be searching frantically for a country that would be the answer to his loneliness and transience.
Angélica possessed that country within her merely by virtue of having been born here, simply because her forefathers and foremothers had made love under these mountains and intermingled their races, their Iberian and Mediterranean and Indian and African stock, at a time when mine had even dreamed if emigrating. She possessed this country in the nursery rhymes in Spanish she had sung when I was reciting Old Mother Hubbard. [...] Her presence by my side as we strolled through the center of the city I had lived in for seven years suddenly transformed me into a tourist arriving at this foreign destination for the first time."
Ariel Dorfman, in "Heading South, Looking North. A Bilingual Journey" [pag. 179 -181]
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on captivating
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A máscara do vazio
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da mercantilização da obra de arte / o fim da arte
"... de ocasião para a 'reflexão' do espectador, a obra torna-se um simples reflexo da subjectividade deste. Não é mais o espectador que se deixa afectar na sua sensibilidade (como no período clássico grego) ou no exercício do seu juízo crítico (característico do advento da época moderna); não: é o próprio espectador que vê na obra aquilo que deseja ver, e o que ele deseja ver é o que lhe foi social e culturalmente negado. O espectador das mercadorias culturais resume-se ao consumidor dos seus próprios desejos ilusoriamente realizados."
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Doomed if you do, doomed if you don't
"One human being had seemed to love him and he had denied her life and happiness: he had sentenced her to ignominy, a death of shame."
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Tarkovsky Now Free to Stream Online!
- The Sacrifice: https://russianfilmhub.com/movies/the-sacrifice-1986/
- Andrei Rublev: https://russianfilmhub.com/movies/andrei-rublev-1966/
- Ivan's Childhood: https://russianfilmhub.com/movies/ivans-childhood-1962/
- There Will Be No Leave Today: https://russianfilmhub.com/.../there-will-be-no-leave.../
- The Killers: https://russianfilmhub.com/movies/the-killers-1956/
- I Am Twenty: https://russianfilmhub.com/movies/i-am-twenty-1965/
From here.
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The strength beneath
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O que tenho para dizer
O que tenho para dizer,
permanece pairando no espaço subcutâneo,
aguardando a folga de um poro.
O que tenho para dizer,
paira como loucas folhas redemoinhando no ar,
sem eira nem beira,
como que aguardando um forte sopro de vento,
que as guie numa direcção qualquer.
O que tenho para dizer,
carece de organização.
Espera no limbo do reino do tácito,
como um significado que ainda não encontrou o seu significado.
O que tenho para dizer,
flutua num caldo visceral que,
intermitentemente e sistematicamente,
insiste em forçar caminho,
na forma de ondas de ansiedade.
O que tenho para dizer,
aguarda uma boleia.
27 Março 2022
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Recurrences
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of art
"To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of beauty we have come to understand — that is art."
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of words
[...] "but yet it wounded him to think that he would never be but a shy guest at the feast of the world's culture and that the monkish learning, in terms of which he was striving to forge out an esthetic philosophy, was held no higher by the age he lived in than the subtle and curious jargons of heraldry and falconry. "
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This Old Man...
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a rose is a rose is a rose
A prática da religião católica tem permitido aos seus mais fervorosos devotos e aficionados, ao longo dos tempos, elaborar sobre aquilo que seria o Inferno, esse ‘todo-devorador lago de chamas’.
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da tristeza dos que mais sabem...
The men who know most are the most gloomy...
here.
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The ambivalence of the man-made
"These mythological personae [Hephaestus and Pandora] suggest the ambivalence about material culture that marked out our civilization from its origins. Western civilization has not chosen between these personae so much as fused them into ambivalence about man-made physical experience. Both Hephaestus and Pandora are artificers. Each of these artificers contains a contrary: a virtuous god who makes worthwhile everyday things yet whose person is ugly and inglorious; a goddess whose things are as beautiful, as desirable, as her body, and as malign. The fusion of these two personae was why Plato could celebrate the virtue of archaic, domesticating technologies yet assert the superior beauty of the immaterial soul; why early Christians could see virtue in acts of carpentering, sewing, or gardening yet scorn the love of material things themselves; why the Enlightenment at once embraced and feared the perfection of machines; why Wittgenstein could call his desire to realize a beautiful, perfect building a sickness. The man-made material object is not a neutral fact; it is a source of unease because it is man-made. "
Richard Sennett in, The Craftsman [pg 283]
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Career vs job
"Schools and state institutions, even profit-seeking businesses, can take one concrete step to support vocations. This is to build up skills in sequence, especially through job retraining. Artisanal craftsmen have proved particularly promising subjects for such efforts. The discipline required for good manual labor serves them, as does their focus on concrete problems rather than on the flux of process-based, human relations work. For this very reason it has proved easier to train a plumber to become a computer programmer than to train a salesperson; the plumber has craft habit and material focus, which serve retraining. Employers oftendon't see this opportunity because they equate manual routine with mindless labor, the Animal laborans of Arendt's imagination. But we've seen throughout this book that just the opposite is the case. For good craftsmen, routines are not static; they evolve, the craftsmen improve. "
Richard Sennett in, The Craftsman [pag 266]
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Restraint and imagination
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Context is everything
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