Friday, March 26, 2010

The Sun has Fallen into the Sack by Jerzy Bieniecki (Poland, 1975)



Elzbieta Gaudasinska

bare hearts show




our world is love

a tiger walks the plain
looking for prey, from above
an eagle scopes his moves, silently

a big wide fish
roams the oceans, following a distant music
little fish follow, not knowing
about the music

many men come to this place
shout and jump
then leave, silent
like a beach after rain

we go about
searching, scavenging
we collect and hide
sometimes, we open windows and let
bare hearts show

El bosque pintado



useful link

peine del viento



PEINE DEL VIENTO
EDUARDO CHILLIDA

At one end of the Bay in San Sebastian at the foot of Mount Igeldo was where Eduardo Chillida placed his favorite piece of work, the Wind Comb (Peine del Viento), in 1977, with three spectacular pieces of steel anchored to the rocks and surrounded by the sea. This is a magical space, which is a unique example of harmony between art and landscape. The place, according to Eduardo Chillida, is the sole focus of works of art, and is a vital factor that conditions any activity. As the beginning and end of the urban fabric in San Sebastián, the Wind Comb combines the artist’s main concerns but it is the concept of space that stands out most clearly. The artist’s work is not included in a space but the work itself creates the space. “This is a place that, in itself, has attracted my attention throughout my entire life. We all usually have a place like this in our lives...”; “...the place has given me an idea of what I’m going to do”.

for arts sake

é só atum...




We love them so much, we eat them all...

auto retrato com árvore e prédios


Thursday, March 25, 2010

mr. Zebra

morning glory




Não sei, nem quero falar do PEC - descobri que gosto de falar da resistência e principalmente dos resistentes ou das resistentes. É verdade que olho mais para elas, a verdade também é que sem dúvida, elas partilham muito mais.
Uma moça com uma usada agenda cultural na mão, joga com graça com o preto e o vermelho : sapatos e mala vermelhos, como o bâton, negros os cabelos, os leggings, mini-saia pied de coq e blusão cinza escuro. Urban chic.
No Metro quando levanto os olhos da leitura, deparo com uma dama africana adormecida, bela e profunda, perfeita boca de lábios carnudos. O sono dá-lhe um abandono tocante, que o peso do meu olhar (dommage), acaba por interromper - ou talvez tenha sido apenas o ruído do comboio que a tenha sobressaltado.
Lembro-me de um projecto que pensei há uns tempos : fotografar pessoas com o telemóvel, perguntar-lhes o nome, a idade, dizer-lhes que seria para publicar num blog se queriam acrescentar algo, tudo muito espontâneo e rápido...Não tenho coragem, nem disponibilidade para o fazer, pelo menos por agora.

just what I was looking for...

traditional modern

Europa

Muitas vezes me questiono sobre o papel da Europa e a sua importância nas nossas vidas e no mundo de hoje. Muitas vezes a nossa opinião é critica e a nossa postura muito céptica, contudo muito do que abaixo se escreve também é verdade e é uma verdade pela qual vale a pena lutarmos.


Three weeks ago TIME published a story titled "The Incredible Shrinking Europe" in which we argued that "if Europe wants to become a global power to rival the U.S. and China then it needs to stop acting like a collection of rich, insular states and start fighting for its beliefs." Simon Robinson's story, accompanied by an interview with Europe's new Foreign Minister Catherine Ashton and an impassioned column by Kishore Mahbubani, dean of the Lee Kuan Yew School of Public Policy in Singapore, prompted readers and European leaders alike to write. Some thought our assessment was spot on, plenty that we had got it all wrong. To encourage further debate, we publish here a selection of views.
Michael Elliott, EDITOR, TIME INTERNATIONAL

Wolfgang Schüssel, Chancellor of Austria (2000-07) and President of the European Council (1998 and 2006)

Kishore Mahbubani's analysis of "Europe's Errors" actually contains a declaration of love for Europe: "It can provide an alternative pole of growth, a model for abolishing wars between neighbors, cultural education and a moral voice."

Why then complain about an incredible shrinking Europe? Clearly, Asia's economies are growing more quickly than those in Europe and the U.S. Great — Europe, too, benefits from this development. Europe is the biggest foreign investor in Asia and the biggest importer of Asian goods. This has contributed to some 400 million Asians escaping from poverty. Contrary to Professor Mahbubani's assertion, Europe is indeed "looking towards Asia."
Conversely, the E.U.'s full potential has not yet been properly appraised by Asia. While Asia is trying to improve relations and contacts with the U.S., Mahbubani asks Europeans to think the "unthinkable — the transatlantic partnership may come to an end." Why should Europe give up a functioning partnership with an essential partner and friend on the global scene? Just like many Asians, Europeans dislike the idea of an all-powerful G-2. We seek intensified cooperation with America but also with Asia, the Middle East, Russia and the Mediterranean region precisely because we believe in a multipolar rather than a bipolar "G-2 world."
Furthermore, Europe is criticized for being too preoccupied with itself. True, several years of public debate over the Lisbon Treaty might be interpreted as institutional navel-gazing. But have a broader look at the facts: over the last 15 years, the E.U. has taken on board 15 new members, doubling its size without compromising on its strict accession criteria. This required massive transfers of wealth and a high degree of solidarity.
The E.U. also refined its giant single market, created a new world currency, and introduced elements of a common foreign policy under the leadership of Javier Solana. We are not only the strongest economic union in the world but also the main source of aid for developing countries. Thus, the criticism that Europe is too preoccupied with itself is both shallow and unfair. On the contrary, Europeans are busy creating a model that is internationally relevant, especially for Asian countries and groupings. Some, such as ASEAN, are watching the European experiment very closely.
Europe's commitment to human rights, the empowerment of women, combating child labor, civil rights, freedom of speech, and the protection of natural resources is not just a Western hobbyhorse. These are universal values derived from the ancient wisdom of Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims, Jews and Christians, and are based on the lessons from our own painful history. No sustainable economic order can disregard these basic values, and the citizens of Asia and Europe will demand them ever more clearly and ever more urgently.
By the way, what is the single Asian number Henry Kissinger would call?


Read more: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1973214,00.html#ixzz0jBSKP9UB

Year of the Tiger




President Mao told us to chase all tigers,
(including paper ones)
Now that he is long gone,
we really miss the tigers
(the living kind).


"Without the breath of the tiger there will be no wind, only clouds, and certainly no rain." —The I Ching

Read more: http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1964894,00.html#ixzz0jBHMGXtQ

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

um fogo que se guarda dentro



gosto desta luz e desta cor, tão diferentes das minhas luz e cor...aqui tudo parece mais liquido, mais azul e mais frio, mesmo nos fins de tarde de verão, o branco da cal, não deixa o vermelho reverberar assim, como um fogo que se guarda dentro

gypsy






Otto Mueller (1874-1930), frequently called the "Gypsy-Mueller" due to his preference of gypsy-type figures in his work, was the most lyrical of German expressionist painters.

hazel wood

The Song of Wandering Aengus
by: W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Einstein

Joana Vasconcelos, no CCB










fotos do meu telemóvel (é bom poder fotografar à vontade num Museu)

Robert Longo








Robert Longo, Uma Retrospectiva

bittersweet



A rapariga mais bonita do edifício inteiro falou comigo e sorriu.
Continuo a acreditar naquilo que as pessoas dizem, a acreditar em que se sorrirem para nós, mostrarem-nos boa cara, tudo está bem. Afinal parece que não é assim, existem o tacto e as circunstâncias, e eu sou insensível ao tacto e as circunstâncias passam por mim, sem que eu me aperceba delas.
Devia crescer eu sei, agarrar-me a coisas tangíveis, como o faz decerto, a senhora de belos olhos azuis desta manhã, com uma dupla aliança de ouro no dedo.

body without limits




try this

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

gendercide



" Women are missing in their millions—aborted, killed, neglected to death. In 1990 an Indian economist, Amartya Sen, put the number at 100m; the toll is higher now. "

read this please

woman on a train

eternity ?

Monday, March 22, 2010

in the shadows



Kumi Yamashita

framing







Nicholas Alan Cope

Primavera

A moça elegante subiu a gola do casaco quando sentiu o meu olhar, ou apenas decidiu erguer mais uma barreira entre ela e o universo ao seu redor?
A senhora com quem me cruzo na passadeira leva uns sapatos de plataforma, com apliques de pele, perfeitos para uma stripper executando a sua dança no varão.
Está perfeito o dia, agora que oficialmente é Primavera, ontem que foi Domingo por todo o lado se viam casalinhos de namorados, muito agarradinhos, cedendo à força do seu desejo (alinhado claro com as forças cósmicas do vasto Universo).
Os beijos, os pássaros a cantar, mais o a chapinhar do Sol nas muitas águas correndo por todo o lado, enchem de pujança a vida e nada parece em crise.
Alguém devia decifrar o código das árvores e das plantas, o que as torna resistentes ao mais feroz Inverno e as faz vencedoras todas as Primaveras. Alguém devia fazer isso, em vez de nos querer estragar o dia, com as tretas do costume.

obvious


Sandro Botticelli
La Primavera, "Allegory of Spring" (detail)
1477-78
Tempera on panel
Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence



the obvious sometimes works wonders