Sunday, December 18, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
He had a terrible cold
I Have a Terrible Cold
I have a terrible cold,
And everyone knows how terrible colds
Alter the whole system of the universe,
Set us against life,
And make even metaphysics sneeze.
I have wasted the whole day blowing my nose.
My head is aching vaguely.
Sad condition for a minor poet!
Today I am really and truly a minor poet.
What I was in old days was a wish; it's gone.
Goodbye for ever, queen of fairies!
Your wings were made of sun, and I am walking here.
I shan't get well unless I go and lie down on my bed.
I never was well except lying down on the Universe.
Excusez un peu ... What a terrible cold! ... it's
physical!
I need truth and aspirin.
(14.03.1931)
'Selected Poems' translated from Alvaro de Campos by J.Griffin.
I have a terrible cold,
And everyone knows how terrible colds
Alter the whole system of the universe,
Set us against life,
And make even metaphysics sneeze.
I have wasted the whole day blowing my nose.
My head is aching vaguely.
Sad condition for a minor poet!
Today I am really and truly a minor poet.
What I was in old days was a wish; it's gone.
Goodbye for ever, queen of fairies!
Your wings were made of sun, and I am walking here.
I shan't get well unless I go and lie down on my bed.
I never was well except lying down on the Universe.
Excusez un peu ... What a terrible cold! ... it's
physical!
I need truth and aspirin.
(14.03.1931)
'Selected Poems' translated from Alvaro de Campos by J.Griffin.
Vinicius
Tom Jobim: «Vinicius era múltiplo. Senão ele seria Vinicio de Moral, e ele não era, ele era o Vinicius de Moraes».
Friday, November 25, 2005
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Both Sides Now
Here is a song I've been listening quite a lot.
Original from Joni Mitchel, also sung by Maria João.
BOTH SIDES NOW
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev'ry fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way
But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away
I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way
But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
Monday, June 13, 2005
Até sempre camarada!
Álvaro Cunhal 1913-2005
(o meu favorito - Lápis,sem título, Agosto,1958 - Desenhos da Prisão)
http://www.citi.pt/cultura/artes_plasticas/desenho/alvaro_cunhal/index.html
"(...)É bom que jamais percam a necessidade e o gosto de escrever, de pintar, de tocar um instrumento, de mesmo em silêncio, sem assim se chamarem, continuarem a ser artistas."(p.202)
Álvaro Cunhal in "A Arte, o Artista e a Sociedade"
É um dia muito triste, no qual desaparece um político...
...com uma dimensão humana maior...
...possívelmente a maior
Até sempre camarada!
(o meu favorito - Lápis,sem título, Agosto,1958 - Desenhos da Prisão)
http://www.citi.pt/cultura/artes_plasticas/desenho/alvaro_cunhal/index.html
"(...)É bom que jamais percam a necessidade e o gosto de escrever, de pintar, de tocar um instrumento, de mesmo em silêncio, sem assim se chamarem, continuarem a ser artistas."(p.202)
Álvaro Cunhal in "A Arte, o Artista e a Sociedade"
É um dia muito triste, no qual desaparece um político...
...com uma dimensão humana maior...
...possívelmente a maior
Até sempre camarada!
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
25 dAbril em Plymouth
Foi tempo para celebrar a uma das revoluções mais pacíficas de sempre, mas com tantas consequências. Nada de revivalismos, mas sim, mais um momento para pensar no que os moveu e no que nos move hoje.
Este ano, invariavelmente o trabalho...
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Rieth 2003
Para quem gosta de Neurologia, Medicina, Arte, Sociologia, Filosofia, ou simplesmente para quem gosta de pessoas e como elas incorporam todas estas disciplinas, tem de ouvir as Rieth Lectures de 2003 da BBC:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/reith2003/lectures.shtml
Monday, January 31, 2005
Cântico Negro
"Vem por aqui" - dizem-me alguns com olhos doces,
Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros
De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse
Quando me dizem: "vem por aqui"!
Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,
(Há, nos meus olhos, ironias e cansaços)
E cruzo os braços,
E nunca vou por ali...
A minha glória é esta:
Criar desumanidade!
Não acompanhar ninguém.
-Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem vontade
Com que rasguei o ventre a minha mãe.
Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde
Me levam meus próprios passos...
Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde,
Por que me repetis: "vem por aqui"?
Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,
Redominhar aos ventos,
Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,
A ir por aí...
Se vim ao mundo, foi
Só para desflorar florestas virgens,
E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!
O mais que faço não vale nada.
Como, pois, sereis vós
Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas, e coragem
Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?...
Corre, nas veias, sangue velho dos avós,
E vós amais o que é fácil!
Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,
Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos...
Ide! tendes estradas,
Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,
Tendes pátrias, tendes tectos,
E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios.
Eu tenho a minha loucura!
Levanto-a, como um facho, a arder na noite escura,
E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios...
Deus e o Diabo é que me guiam, mais ninguém.
Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;
Mas eu, que nunca princípio nem acabo,
Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.
Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções!
Ninguém me peça definições!
Ninguém me diga: "vem por aqui"!
A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou.
É uma onda que se alevantou.
É um atomo a mais que se animou...
Não se por onde vou,
Não sei para onde vou,
-Sei que não vou por aí!
José Régio, Poemas de Deus e do Diabo, Brasília Editora, 10ª edição, Lisboa 1984
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Elections
I saw for the first time Fahrenheit 9/11. I really enjoy Michael Moore’s films, although Bowling for Colombine stroke me much more than this one. The later one exposed a reality that I was just slightly aware of while many of the facts contained in Fahrenheit were already known through the European press.
What shocked most of the people, I think, was how Moore tried to expose the bad character of President Bush, and his inability to lead the destinies of the most powerful country in the world, or of any other country. In politics it is not very polite to point out personal characteristics, although in arts and humor it is, and that can explain why some people had a hard time digesting the crude message. There are some genius moments such as the reading of the “patriot act” to the congressmen, or the attempt to recruit their sons for the army. I totally support the making of more films like this.
The American elections have emptied this film a bit, and raise the motivation for a totally new film. In what way do the Americans think they have improved since the first election (where Bush actually lost)? Why is democracy so underdeveloped, giving a green light to criminal actions such as Iraq war? A dangerous lesson came with this process: in the present state, politicians from democracies are able to commit incredible crimes based on lies, and they can publicly admit it without taking any responsibility.
I suggest reading Fahrenheit 451 from Ray Bradbury, the inspiration for the title of Moore’s film.
Last week an Iraqi friend here in the UK, was asking people if she should vote for the Iraq elections. The reasons not to vote were many: many persons appear on more than one list, most of the names on the list are really not well known from the public, or just the simple statement shared by most of her (non fundamentalist) family, “there are no elections under occupation”.
My argument was that the vote was the simplest part of the democracy and in itself is a good thing, not legitimating a puppet government. If persons who do not vote by conscience are mixing themselves with those who didn’t care to vote, who preferred to stay at home because they don’t value democracy enough, then the process will have no point at all, and good opportunity of passing a message was lost. She thought of writing her motives into the paper, making a null vote, but according to the procedure null votes are spoiled, and most of null votes are from persons who don’t know how to vote properly. I say, if you don’t trust the system, or if you feel that you are not informed enough, vote blank. Blanks are counted to decide if a second turn should take place, and that is the most explicit message you can give to the whole process. Saramago stayed in the air for a moment…
What shocked most of the people, I think, was how Moore tried to expose the bad character of President Bush, and his inability to lead the destinies of the most powerful country in the world, or of any other country. In politics it is not very polite to point out personal characteristics, although in arts and humor it is, and that can explain why some people had a hard time digesting the crude message. There are some genius moments such as the reading of the “patriot act” to the congressmen, or the attempt to recruit their sons for the army. I totally support the making of more films like this.
The American elections have emptied this film a bit, and raise the motivation for a totally new film. In what way do the Americans think they have improved since the first election (where Bush actually lost)? Why is democracy so underdeveloped, giving a green light to criminal actions such as Iraq war? A dangerous lesson came with this process: in the present state, politicians from democracies are able to commit incredible crimes based on lies, and they can publicly admit it without taking any responsibility.
I suggest reading Fahrenheit 451 from Ray Bradbury, the inspiration for the title of Moore’s film.
Last week an Iraqi friend here in the UK, was asking people if she should vote for the Iraq elections. The reasons not to vote were many: many persons appear on more than one list, most of the names on the list are really not well known from the public, or just the simple statement shared by most of her (non fundamentalist) family, “there are no elections under occupation”.
My argument was that the vote was the simplest part of the democracy and in itself is a good thing, not legitimating a puppet government. If persons who do not vote by conscience are mixing themselves with those who didn’t care to vote, who preferred to stay at home because they don’t value democracy enough, then the process will have no point at all, and good opportunity of passing a message was lost. She thought of writing her motives into the paper, making a null vote, but according to the procedure null votes are spoiled, and most of null votes are from persons who don’t know how to vote properly. I say, if you don’t trust the system, or if you feel that you are not informed enough, vote blank. Blanks are counted to decide if a second turn should take place, and that is the most explicit message you can give to the whole process. Saramago stayed in the air for a moment…
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