Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Coffee
C
When I awoke with cold
And looked for you, my dear,
And the dusk inward rolled,
Not light or dark, but drear,
And looked for you, my dear,
And the dusk inward rolled,
Not light or dark, but drear,
Unabsolute, unshaped,
That no glass can oppose,
I fled not to escape
Myself, but to transpose.
That no glass can oppose,
I fled not to escape
Myself, but to transpose.
I have so often fled
Wherever I could drink
Dark coffee and there read
More than a man would think
Wherever I could drink
Dark coffee and there read
More than a man would think
That I say I waste time
For contemplation’s sake:
In an unencumbered clime
Minute inductions wake,
For contemplation’s sake:
In an unencumbered clime
Minute inductions wake,
Insight flows in my pen.
I know not fear nor haste.
Time is my own again.
I waste it for the waste.
I know not fear nor haste.
Time is my own again.
I waste it for the waste.
Found at http://shigekuni.wordpress.com great blog !
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
O anjo da história
"Há um quadro de Klee intitulado Angelus Novus. Representa um anjo que parece preparar-se para se afastar de qualquer coisa que olha fixamente. Tem os olhos esbugalhados, a boca escancarada e as asas abertas. O anjo da história deve ter este aspecto. Voltou o rosto para o passado. A cadeia de factos que aparece diante dos seus olhos é para ele uma catástrofe sem fim, que incessantemente acumula ruínas sobre ruínas e lhas lança aos pés (…)".
Walter Benjamin, Gesammelte Schriften, I, 2, "Über den Begriff der Geschichte", p. 697 (tradução de João Barrento, in O Anjo da História, p. 13).
encontrado aqui
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Nadie se muere jamás
25 January 1882 – 28 March 1941
"Nadie se muere jamás, siempre queda detrás el lugar desde el que viene su eco. Escucharlo es el tributo."
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"Nadie se muere jamás, siempre queda detrás el lugar desde el que viene su eco. Escucharlo es el tributo."
encontrado aqui
love this
"Like most of Hodgkin's work, this painting refers to a particular place and to memories of a specific moment. Hodgkin paints from memory, often working on a picture over the course of several years. His sweeping brushstrokes are expressive, almost violent. Although the painting is abstract, there is a dark, cave-like area in the middle of the painting, towards which the 'figures' in red paint appear to be leaning. This gives the appearance of depth. Hodgkin often paints the frame, as is the case with this picture, making the painting like an object in itself."
more here
Manhã
The sun over the river is not only pretty today,
it is very pretty.
The girl holds the boy's hand,
kisses him on the cheek and arranges his cachecol.
It is very cold.
(These are the things I choose to keep.)
morning
O sol sobre o rio não está só bonito hoje,
está muito bonito.
A rapariga dá a mão ao rapaz,
beija-o na face e ajeita-lhe o cachecol.
Faz muito frio.
(Estas coisas escolho guardar).
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Water
Water
If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail a fording To dry, different clothes; My litany would employ Images of sousing, A furious devout drench, And I should raise in the east A glass of water Where any-angled light Would congregate endlessly.
Philip Larkin
Friday, January 21, 2011
Mandaeism
Nem só espécies animais ou vegetais correm o risco de extinção hoje, também gente, culturas, línguas sofrem a mesma ameaça...só a nossa inteligência nos pode salvar, porque no fim morremos todos.
"Mandaeism or Mandaeanism (Mandaic: Mandaiuta, Arabic: مندائية Mandā'iyya, Persian: مندائیان) is a monotheistic religion with a stronglydualistic worldview. Its adherents, the Mandaeans, revere Adam, Abel, Seth, Enosh, Noah, Shem, Aram and especially John the Baptist. They are sometimes identified with the Sabian religion, particularly in an Arabian context, but actually Mandaeism and Manichaeism seem to be independent – to some degree opposing – developments out of the mainstream Sabian religious community, which is extinct today.
Mandeans seem to be indigenous to Mesopotamia and are certainly of Pre Arab and Pre Islamic origin. They may well be related to theAssyrians who are also Semitic, Aramaic speaking indigenous Pre Arab and Pre Islamic inhabitants of Iraq. They are Semites and speak a dialect of Aramaic known as Mandaic.
Mandaeism has historically been practised primarily around the lower Karun, Euphrates and Tigris and the rivers that surround the Shatt-al-Arab waterway, part of southern Iraq and Khuzestan Province in Iran. There are thought to be between 60,000 and 70,000 Mandaeans worldwide,[1] and until the 2003 Iraq war, almost all of them lived in Iraq.[3] Many Mandaean Iraqis have since fled their country (as have many other Iraqis) because of the turmoil of the war and terrorism.[4] By 2007, the population of Mandaeans in Iraq had fallen to approximately 5,000.[3] Most Mandaean Iraqis have sought refuge in Iran with the fellow Mandians there. There has been a much smaller influx into Syria and Jordan, with smaller populations in Sweden, Australia, the United States, and other Western countries.
The Mandaeans have remained separate and intensely private—reports of them and of their religion have come primarily from outsiders, particularly from the Orientalists J. Heinrich Petermann, Nicholas Siouffi, and Lady Drower. An Anglican vicar, Rev. Peter Owen-Jones, included a short segment on a Mandaean group in Sydney, Australia, in his BBC series "Around the World in 80 Faiths.""
Wikipedia entry
Thursday, January 20, 2011
le déréglement du monde aka as punch
Acho extremamente apaixonante esta ideia de seguir as palavras, de saber donde elas vêm...
www.aminmaalouf.net
Ando a ler o seu livro "Um mundo sem regras" e é muito interessante. Recomendo.
www.aminmaalouf.net
Ando a ler o seu livro "Um mundo sem regras" e é muito interessante. Recomendo.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
love, let us be true
"...
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night."
Matthew Arnold: Dover Beach
once again found here
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night."
Matthew Arnold: Dover Beach
once again found here
Monday, January 17, 2011
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