"The global market has stimulated first and foremost, on the part of rich countries, a search for areas in which to outsource production at low cost with a view to reducing the prices of many goods, increasing purchasing power and thus accelerating the rate of development in terms of greater availability of consumer goods for the domestic market. Consequently, the market has prompted new forms of competition between States as they seek to attract foreign businesses to set up production centres, by means of a variety of instruments, including favourable fiscal regimes and deregulation of the labour market. These processes have led to a downsizing of social security systems as the price to be paid for seeking greater competitive advantage in the global market, with consequent grave danger for the rights of workers, for fundamental human rights and for the solidarity associated with the traditional forms of the social State. Systems of social security can lose the capacity to carry out their task, both in emerging countries and in those that were among the earliest to develop, as well as in poor countries. Here budgetary policies, with cuts in social spending often made under pressure from international financial institutions, can leave citizens powerless in the face of old and new risks; such powerlessness is increased by the lack of effective protection on the part of workers' associations. Through the combination of social and economic change, trade union organizations experience greater difficulty in carrying out their task of representing the interests of workers, partly because Governments, for reasons of economic utility, often limit the freedom or the negotiating capacity of labour unions. Hence traditional networks of solidarity have more and more obstacles to overcome."
Isto para mim foi uma surpresa...
Friday, July 10, 2009
Redes sociais
As redes sociais da Web2 fascinam - praticamente toda a gente...
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/cancerresearchuk
Este é um bom exemplo de como elas nos podem servir, está em inglês, mas é um exemplo que pode ser seguido por todos, em qualquer lugar, em qualquer lingua, qualquer que seja o objectivo...
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/cancerresearchuk
Este é um bom exemplo de como elas nos podem servir, está em inglês, mas é um exemplo que pode ser seguido por todos, em qualquer lugar, em qualquer lingua, qualquer que seja o objectivo...
Leonard Cohen speaks
Have the women in your life been a source of your strength or weakness?
LC: Good question. It's not a level playing ground for either of us, for either the man or the woman. This is the most challenging activity that humans get into, which is love. You know, where we have the sense that we can't live without love. That life has very little meaning without love. So we're invited into this arena which is a very dangerous arena, where the possibilities of humiliation and failure are ample. So there's no fixed lesson that one can learn, because the heart is always opening and closing, it's always softening and hardening. We're always experiencing joy or sadness. But there are lots of people who've closed down. And there are times in one's life when one has to close down just to regroup.
Are there times when you've lamented the power that women have had over you?
LC: I never looked at it that way. There's times when I've lamented, there's times when I've rejoiced, there's times when I've been deeply indifferent. You run through the whole gamut of experience. And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart. There are people that don't. But most of us cherish some sort of dream of surrender. But these are dreams and sometimes they're defeated and sometimes they're manifested.
Do you think love is empowering?
LC: It's a ferocious activity, where you experience defeat and you experience acceptance and you experience exultation. And the affixed idea about it will definitely cause you a great deal of suffering. If you have the feeling that it's going to be an easy ride, you're going to be disappointed. If you have a feeling that it's going to be hell all the way, you may be surprised.
LC: Good question. It's not a level playing ground for either of us, for either the man or the woman. This is the most challenging activity that humans get into, which is love. You know, where we have the sense that we can't live without love. That life has very little meaning without love. So we're invited into this arena which is a very dangerous arena, where the possibilities of humiliation and failure are ample. So there's no fixed lesson that one can learn, because the heart is always opening and closing, it's always softening and hardening. We're always experiencing joy or sadness. But there are lots of people who've closed down. And there are times in one's life when one has to close down just to regroup.
Are there times when you've lamented the power that women have had over you?
LC: I never looked at it that way. There's times when I've lamented, there's times when I've rejoiced, there's times when I've been deeply indifferent. You run through the whole gamut of experience. And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart. There are people that don't. But most of us cherish some sort of dream of surrender. But these are dreams and sometimes they're defeated and sometimes they're manifested.
Do you think love is empowering?
LC: It's a ferocious activity, where you experience defeat and you experience acceptance and you experience exultation. And the affixed idea about it will definitely cause you a great deal of suffering. If you have the feeling that it's going to be an easy ride, you're going to be disappointed. If you have a feeling that it's going to be hell all the way, you may be surprised.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Fermosa e não segura
Luís de Camões
Descalça vai para a fonte
Leonor pela verdura;
vai fermosa e não segura.
Leva na cabeça o pote,
o testo nas mãos de prata,
cinta de fina escarlata,
sainho de chamelote;
traz a vasquinha de cote,
mais branca que a neve pura;
vai fermosa e não segura.
Descobre a touca a garganta,
cabelos de ouro o trançado,
fita de cor de encarnado…
Tão linda que o mundo espanta.
Chove nela graça tanta,
que dá graça à fermosura;
vai fermosa e não segura
Identidade
"...murderous identities are born of humiliation. Thus, if we want to address the problem of ethnically or religiously motivated violence, we must work to counter the conditions under which people are humiliated or denigrated for being part of some ethnic or religious or national group."
Amin Maalouf
Ouvi dizer no outro dia a quem sabe, e sabe pelo facto de ter uma vida longa, vivida directamente no terreno com pessoas de todas as condições, que muitos dos incidentes disruptivos que acontecem nas nossas sociedades são protagonizados por pessoas, que vivem e agem na ignorância de que o são.
Cabe-nos a todos dar um passo e dizer quem somos e ao que vimos. Somos pessoas.
Amin Maalouf
Ouvi dizer no outro dia a quem sabe, e sabe pelo facto de ter uma vida longa, vivida directamente no terreno com pessoas de todas as condições, que muitos dos incidentes disruptivos que acontecem nas nossas sociedades são protagonizados por pessoas, que vivem e agem na ignorância de que o são.
Cabe-nos a todos dar um passo e dizer quem somos e ao que vimos. Somos pessoas.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
el arbolito
El Arbolito
nada é assim tão escuro
todos os dias o mundo
acorda lá fora e saio
para a rua junto-me a ele
nada é assim tão escuro
Hope/esperança
Atta Kwami (Ghanaian, b.1956)
Vane, 2006
Relief print on paper; 14 x 9 3/4 in. (35.6 x 24.9 cm)
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, Purchase, Janet Lee Kadesky Ruttenberg Fund, in honor of Colta Ives, 2008 (2008.235.2)
Esperança,
dizemos o teu nome, confiamos
Hope,
we say your name, we trust
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
full moon night
it's a full moon rising and there's michael jackson memorial cerimony on tv and I look at the moon and am thrilled...
years ago it looked like fred astaire was back, brighter, more talented, blacker but more important than anything younger...a lot younger, he would do shorter things, with less plot but our atentations spans were shorter already then and the glitter was all there
and I remember there was gloom after the Vietnam defeat and Watergate, people started to cheer on the bicentenary year but they started to sing and dance with mj and so america was great again, the land where dreams come true and while mj was king an iron curtain come down, Mandela was free man at last and pop stars were friends with politicians and raised money to feed the starving
dreams are all that matter, you can be black, you can be white, in fact you can morph into every living human being - if you have the talent dreams will come true and all over the world, no matter faith or politics, people believed you
but you dreamed of peter pan and of eternal youth and you tried to live in neverland, little america come to get you and get you it did, so you were left only with the dreams, people dream of you and that's where you live now
years ago it looked like fred astaire was back, brighter, more talented, blacker but more important than anything younger...a lot younger, he would do shorter things, with less plot but our atentations spans were shorter already then and the glitter was all there
and I remember there was gloom after the Vietnam defeat and Watergate, people started to cheer on the bicentenary year but they started to sing and dance with mj and so america was great again, the land where dreams come true and while mj was king an iron curtain come down, Mandela was free man at last and pop stars were friends with politicians and raised money to feed the starving
dreams are all that matter, you can be black, you can be white, in fact you can morph into every living human being - if you have the talent dreams will come true and all over the world, no matter faith or politics, people believed you
but you dreamed of peter pan and of eternal youth and you tried to live in neverland, little america come to get you and get you it did, so you were left only with the dreams, people dream of you and that's where you live now
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sound tunnel
Could you — why don’t you —
turn off the TV of the world?
and sit on this bench beside this stranger
go on and question, sigh, and fan, linger
It’s a noise show slow-down
With an idiot’s boom-box suddenly blossoming
into a carousel of characters.
Leia esta noticia do NYTimes, very cool !
turn off the TV of the world?
and sit on this bench beside this stranger
go on and question, sigh, and fan, linger
It’s a noise show slow-down
With an idiot’s boom-box suddenly blossoming
into a carousel of characters.
Leia esta noticia do NYTimes, very cool !
Tocador de violino
Avanço pelo corredor do Metro deserto, de repento reparo em meio homem, encostado na parede do corredor. Calmamente, acerta o seu relógio de pulso, tem um bigode farfalhudo e ignora-me enquanto passo.
Um professor universitário, com um bigode aparado, repete calmamente no final da sua exposição :
"- Não podemos continuar a tocar o violino, enquanto a floresta arde.
Não podemos continuar a tocar o violino, enquanto a floresta arde."
E agita o braço esquerdo, com o indicador espetado, sublinhando as palavras.
Do lado de lá da passadeira, uma mulher de cabelos compridos e soltos, tira o casaco, decerto acalorada pelo passo apressado. Mostra parte dos ombros e os braços nús, penso como em certas partes do mundo, muitos não hesitariam em a apedrejar até à morte.
Um professor universitário, com um bigode aparado, repete calmamente no final da sua exposição :
"- Não podemos continuar a tocar o violino, enquanto a floresta arde.
Não podemos continuar a tocar o violino, enquanto a floresta arde."
E agita o braço esquerdo, com o indicador espetado, sublinhando as palavras.
Do lado de lá da passadeira, uma mulher de cabelos compridos e soltos, tira o casaco, decerto acalorada pelo passo apressado. Mostra parte dos ombros e os braços nús, penso como em certas partes do mundo, muitos não hesitariam em a apedrejar até à morte.
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