- Brincamos com coisas sérias ?
- Sim, sempre.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
enquanto formos alguém
a maior parte das vezes calamos, ou só
sussuramos aquilo que devíamos dizer
bem alto : - Amamos quem amamos
para sempre, enquanto formos alguém.
this is the way of my heart
Nunca me imaginei como um fotógrafo da natureza...mas o meu coração tem-me trazido aqui.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Georgia took New York too...
Georgia eye and technique applied to a cityscape...gorgeous as always.
(por sugestão de leitora devidamente identificada - obrigado !)
The Winter Palace
Most people know more as they get older:
I give all that the cold shoulder.
I spent my second quarter-century
Losing what I had learnt at university
And refusing to take in what had happened since.
Now I know none of the names in the public prints.
And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces
And swearing I've never been in certain places.
It will be worth it, if in the end I manage
To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.
Then there will be nothing I know.
My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.
The Winter Palace: Philip Larkin, 1978, from Collected Poems (1988)
I give all that the cold shoulder.
I spent my second quarter-century
Losing what I had learnt at university
And refusing to take in what had happened since.
Now I know none of the names in the public prints.
And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces
And swearing I've never been in certain places.
It will be worth it, if in the end I manage
To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.
Then there will be nothing I know.
My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.
The Winter Palace: Philip Larkin, 1978, from Collected Poems (1988)
mornings
The other day a guy told me about how in Google Earth, they found scars at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, that can be the remains of Atlantis…
Got a new poetry book yesterday - it's quite good, this guy says deep stuff with the ease and elegance of a bowler...
My train passes by this group of aging buildings, I wait for the right moment to lift my head from my reading, face the window, for what I know will be there, waiting to warm me up: a glimpse of the glaring morning sun reflected on the Tejo river.
Funny how people devote time and attention to search thousands of photographs of empty ocean in the hope of finding a trace of something mythological, long gone, but still felt deep in the conscious mind.
Train was late today, climbing the subway stairs into the street I look around trying to find my usuals, nope, all new faces for me today, a couple of minutes represent a sea change at this point.
Got a new poetry book yesterday - it's quite good, this guy says deep stuff with the ease and elegance of a bowler...
My train passes by this group of aging buildings, I wait for the right moment to lift my head from my reading, face the window, for what I know will be there, waiting to warm me up: a glimpse of the glaring morning sun reflected on the Tejo river.
Funny how people devote time and attention to search thousands of photographs of empty ocean in the hope of finding a trace of something mythological, long gone, but still felt deep in the conscious mind.
Train was late today, climbing the subway stairs into the street I look around trying to find my usuals, nope, all new faces for me today, a couple of minutes represent a sea change at this point.
defencelessness of the human being
Like so many other painters who died at young age, Giorgione (1477-1510) makes us wonder what place would his exquisite painting occupy in the history of Art if he had enjoyed a long existence, just like his direct artistic heir - Titian.
“The tempest (the storm)” is a true pictorial poem. Terribly suggestive, the meaning of the picture is still open to many interpretations. The most outstanding element is a threatening lightning bolt over the towers and roofs of a strange city next to a river. We can also see a young woman nursing her son, a fragile figure, specially when compared to the powerful storm. In the bottom left corner appears the figure of a young man with a lance, perhaps a soldier protecting the young lady. All these elements seem to be placed without any sense or logical relation among them. Perhaps the painter has wanted to paint a metaphor of the fragility and defencelessness of the human being in front of the powerful nature, or perhaps “The Tempest” is not more than a painting whose illogical and incontestable beauty is closer to a musical melody than to a classic Renaissance painting.
Text by G. Fernández, www.theartwolf.com
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Carpe diem
Carpe diem
Confias no incerto amanhã? Entregas
às sombras do acaso a resposta inadiável?
Aceitas que a diurna inquietação da alma
substitua o riso claro de um corpo
que te exige o prazer? Fogem-te, por entre os dedos,
os instantes; e nos lábios dessa que amaste
morre um fim de frase, deixando a dúvida
definitiva. Um nome inútil persegue a tua memória,
para que o roubes ao sono dos sentidos. Porém,
nenhum rosto lhe dá a forma que desejarias;
e abraças a própria figura do vazio. Então,
por que esperas para sair ao encontro da vida,
do sopro quente da primavera, das margens
visíveis do humano? "Não", dizes, "nada me obrigará
à renúncia de mim próprio --- nem esse olhar
que me oforece o leito profundo da sua imagem!"
Louco, ignora que o destino, por vezes,
se confunde com a brevidade do verso.
Nuno Júdice
Confias no incerto amanhã? Entregas
às sombras do acaso a resposta inadiável?
Aceitas que a diurna inquietação da alma
substitua o riso claro de um corpo
que te exige o prazer? Fogem-te, por entre os dedos,
os instantes; e nos lábios dessa que amaste
morre um fim de frase, deixando a dúvida
definitiva. Um nome inútil persegue a tua memória,
para que o roubes ao sono dos sentidos. Porém,
nenhum rosto lhe dá a forma que desejarias;
e abraças a própria figura do vazio. Então,
por que esperas para sair ao encontro da vida,
do sopro quente da primavera, das margens
visíveis do humano? "Não", dizes, "nada me obrigará
à renúncia de mim próprio --- nem esse olhar
que me oforece o leito profundo da sua imagem!"
Louco, ignora que o destino, por vezes,
se confunde com a brevidade do verso.
Nuno Júdice
Save the environment
Helena Christensen : Save the environment !
Supermodel Helena Christensen is to be the face of a campaign urging people to "do a good turn" and wash clothes in cold water to help save the environment.
Ms Christensen, in partnership with washing powder Ariel, is to feature in a TV advertisement urging a more environmentally friendly approach to using the washing machine.
"Simply switching the dial on your washing machine . . . can save up to 40 per cent of the energy used in each load," Christensen, a keen environmentalist, says.
Il Delphino
The black and white photograph, "Il Delphino" (The Dolphin) depicts Anna Grigorienko, a fashion model, thrusting upward from the depths of the Mediterranean Sea creating a large splash around her. The image was taken by Robert Voltaire in Gaeta, Italy as an outtake during a shoot for famed fashion designer Lloyd Klein and was purchased by an unamed Swedish buyer. It was sold as a large scale silver gelatin print.
Photograph Courtesy: Robert Voltaire
Copyright: Robert Voltaire
www.robertvoltaire.com
(by the way, I love the cloud on the pic...)
Macau
Macao - 1870 - Crédit photo: © John Thomson - Beijing Word Art Museum
Quando era pequeno Macau, era o lugar mais exótico que conseguia imaginar, um lugar de cultura estranha e gente muito diferente de mim. Contudo fabricavam muitas coisas úteis, brinquedos e jogos. Falavam e escreviam português e era Portugal ensinavam-nos...
Macau era apenas um pequeno passo no sentido do mundo de hoje.
rubenesque
Peter Paul Rubens, "Venus Wounded by a Thorn". Oil on Canvas, 1606-1608. USC Fisher Museum of Art, The Armand Hammer Collection.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Magazines
Maybe the Ipad and other devices are going to change this...but I do love printed paper.
I love to turn the pages of a good magazine, sometimes I even find myself saving some of them to read at a later occasion, just like when we were little and we would save some good things for last...
Monday, April 12, 2010
Angel light
"Angel Annunciating" by Lorenzo Lotto 1527, Church of St.s Vincent and Alexander, Ponteranica, Italy
heavenly lights
"Too old to rock'n'roll, too young to die..." you think how smart the guy who coined this phrase was. Then you lived through all the aspects of it : first you were too young to feel emcompassed by it, then you said it when you were right in the eye of the storm.
Now you outlived it and you fear going to medicals, never knowing what they're going to come up with...
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