Parade

Aqui e mais aqui

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]

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...

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]

on captivating

"[...] an actor is a dedicated being who works very hard — so damn hard that his level of understanding makes him a qualified artist in self-expression, physically, psychologically, as well as spiritually, to captivate."
Bruce Lee

John Little, in "Bruce Lee, Artist of Life" [pag. 235]

Acerca de Bruce Lee: aqui

A máscara do vazio

Ver também: aqui
Ver, também, o documentário, aqui

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."

A Vida a Crédito, de Tomás Maia [pag. 42]

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."


James Joyce, in Dubliners, A Painful Case [pg 325]

The strength beneath



John Cassavetes was inspired to write "A Woman Under the Influence" when his wife Gena Rowlands expressed a desire to appear in a play about the difficulties faced by contemporary women. His completed script was so intense and emotional she knew she would be unable to perform it eight times a week, so he decided to adapt it for the screen. When he tried to raise funding for the project, he was told, "No one wants to see a crazy, middle-aged dame."

Lacking studio financing, Cassavetes mortgaged his house and borrowed from family and friends, one of whom was Peter Falk, who liked the screenplay so much he invested $500,000 in the project. The crew consisted of professionals and students from the American Film Institute, where Cassavetes was serving as the first "filmmaker in residence" at their Center for Advanced Film Studies. Working with a limited budget forced him to shoot scenes in a real house near Hollywood Boulevard, and Rowlands was responsible for her own hairstyling and makeup.

Upon completion of the film, Cassavetes was unable to find a distributor, so he personally called theater owners and asked them to run the film. According to college student Jeff Lipsky, who was hired to help distribute the film, "It was the first time in the history of motion pictures that an independent film was distributed without the use of a nationwide system of sub-distributors." It was booked into art houses in 1974 and shown on college campuses, where Cassavetes and Falk discussed it with the audience. It was shown at the San Sebastián Film Festival, where Rowlands was named Best Actress and Cassavetes won the Silver Shell Award for Best Director, and the New York Film Festival, where it captured the attention of film critics like Rex Reed. When Richard Dreyfuss appeared on "The Mike Douglas Show" with Peter Falk, he described the film as "the most incredible, disturbing, scary, brilliant, dark, sad, depressing movie" and added, "I went crazy. I went home and vomited," which prompted curious audiences to seek out the film capable of making Dreyfuss (who is himself bipolar) ill. (Wikipedia)

Taken from here.



John Cassavetes / Rowlands and Falk discuss „A Woman Under the Influence...

Space-time is doomed


Donald Hoffman: Reality is an Illusion - How Evolution Hid the Truth | Lex Fridman Podcast #293

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




Recurrences

E volto a citar Joyce...

Foi para partir à descoberta disto e para o viver na sua plenitude, que James Joyce partiu da sua Irlanda, cortando com as fortes amarras da religião que o criou [também representada pela sua 'mother figure' — com toda a eventual carga simbólica que aí resida].

No entanto... dizem os entendidos... que JJ nunca 'saiu de Dublin'.
Na verdade... Nem nós, nem ninguém...
Certo?

A vida é  como as ondas do mar.
Voltam e tornam a voltar à costa.

"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."

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce

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."


A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce  [pg 183]

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. "

James Joyce, in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man [pg 158]

This Old Man...

 


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’.


Contra todas as leis da física e da biologia, a infinita capacidade imaginativa humana descreve, por linhas vis, a dimensão da culpa. Arma para contrariar, ou resfriar a, toda-poderosa, pulsão do prazer.

"Master and Margarita", de Viktor Lazarev


da tristeza dos que mais sabem...

 The men who know most are the most gloomy...

here.

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]

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]

Restraint and imagination

Dos limites do perfeccionismo. 
O 'processo' à vista.
Cicatrizes de dores de crescimento. 
Quando a falta de dinheiro restringe a obsessão pela perfeição e estimula a criatividade e a aprendizagem. 
Adolf Loos vs Ludwig Wittgenstein. 
Villa Moller  vs a casa de Kundmanngasse.

"[Adolf] Loos's need to  respond positively to the difficulties he encountered appeared in the errors that occurred during the construction of the Villa Moller. When the foundations were not laid as specified, he could not afford to dig them up and start again; instead, Loos thickened the form of one side wall to accommodate the mistake, making the thickened wall an empathic side frame for the front. The formally pure properties of the Villa Moller were achieved by working with many similar mistakes and impediments Loos had to take as facts on the ground; necessity stimulated his sense of form. Wittgenstein, knowing no financial necessity, had no such creative dialogue between form and error." 

Richard Sennett in, The Craftsman [pg 256]

Context is everything


A dwelling for the gods: here