Monday, May 15, 2006

The Box



Last Thursday I got the privilege to watch the two films at the arts centre from the projection room, or the projection box.

Adam is 21 and has been a projectionist for 4 years while he is studying environmental science. He says that he must have seen more than 400 movies; some were even quite rare as he was working at an arts cinema in the place he was born.

The heat and the noise from the two CINEMECCANICA machines didn’t make it really comfortable to watch the movie, but it is a rather magical place. The amount of gadgets and small reels of film with trailers and advertisements that are stored on the shelves bears the atmosphere of a workshop where the projectionist gives the final polish to the piece of art. I laughed just by seeing the commercials from Orange mobile phone in the size and colours of slides.

Being a projectionist is a lonely job, no wonder that Adam talked almost non stop about every little step and functionality that he operated during the screening. You don’t get contact with the public apart from some hand waves at the beginning or at the end of the film, but on an old cinema like the Arts Centre there are a lot of things to do besides keeping track to the automation and memorising the lines of the characters in the movies. The film comes in reels of 20 minutes long and it has to be spliced onto two big reels that will be installed in each of the machines. The comercials, trailers, and each of the pieces of the film, have to be so perfectly spliced to the point of creating a perfect ring when bent. In the meanwhile, Adam explains what to do when changing from Large Screen to Cinemascope, changing the lens and adjusting the frame to fine cut the edges of the film, and shows the tiny sinusiodal lines of the soundtrack on the 35mm film.

I guess the great fun comes when, after the film is set and runing for half way though, one of the big reels finishes and the other has to start running. There is a small black circle that appears for less that half a second at the top right corner of the screen, and five seconds later another comes that gives the signal for the projectionist to switch machines. It is great! You focus your eyes without blinking on the screen, and although the characters keep doing their lives on the stage, you only want to know about the one important corner. Then, Adam makes a swift move and you can the machines doing a lot of noise and until the first reel of film finishes leading the loose end of the film to wave in the air for a couple of seconds. Now it is time to take the reel off and rewind it all way to the beginning, all done by hand!

I saw two films in there. The first, "The Ballad of Jack and Rose", was nice for the photography but the second one was absolutely amazing. “Shooting dogs” is an extremely sad and true story about the genocide in Ruanda. Although I felt quite detached from the experience of watching the movie, as I seemed to be watching the movie of the movie, I could perfectly imagine the shock it would have been to see it from inside the cinema room instead.

Once in a while Adam talks with a lot of respect about Bob, the senior projectionist, who has done that job for more than fifty years. Basically, he takes that responsibility like he was caring for someone very dear to him. His favourite film is “Cine Paradiso” which is probably my favourite film as well. Someone else tells me - “Bob is 70 but he looks like 50, alcohol and the movies have kept him preserved”. I give a big laugh and hope you all keep going. For us it is just a fantastic experience.





Sunday, May 07, 2006

Mãe

Hoje é dia da mãe... em Portugal. No Reino Unido e em alguns países africanos foi no dia 26 de Março. Na Alemanha, EUA e na maior parte do mundo será no segundo Domingo de Maio.

Às minhas, que estão longe, mas sempre mães...


Quando eu nasci,
ficou tudo como estava,
Nem homens cortaram veias,
nem o Sol escureceu,
nem houve Estrelas a mais...
Somente, esquecida das dores,
a minha Mãe sorriu e agradeceu.

Quando eu nasci,
não houve nada de novo
senão eu.

As nuvens não se espantaram,
não enlouqueceu ninguém...

P'ra que o dia fosse enorme,
bastava toda a ternura que olhava
nos olhos de minha Mãe...

- este é emprestado do José Régio porque "a poesia não pertence aos que a escrevem mas aos que dela precisam" - e este por sua vez é emprestado do filme "il Postino"




Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Pouca terra

No meu coração há um poço de petróleo em chamas
que não se extingue...

que ruge e levanta a ventania.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Carnations revolution - 1974


Last night we composed a version of Grandola for voice and Gameboy.

(with a little help from Wikipedia)

And my brother played with his band at the celebrations in Coimbra... see if you can recognize him from the crowd?

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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Soneto da Separação

De repente do riso fez-se o pranto
Silêncioso e branco como a bruma
E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto


De repente da calma fez-se o vento
Que dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama


De repente, não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante
E de sozinho o que se fez contente


Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante
Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente.

Vinicius de Moraes

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Lost in Translation

In the times of cold war there was a big effort to build a system that could translate automatically from English to Russian and the other way around. When they did the early tests there was a sentence become famous after passing by the two translators.

The Mind is Willing but the flesh is weak.
...become...
The head is ok, but the steak is pretty bad.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Aos 2 minutos da segunda parte

http://www.publico.clix.pt/shownews.asp?id=1247738

Bem Público, com uma jogada linda de cabeça, empurra o esférico para o fundo das malhas do Neoliberalismo

Friday, February 10, 2006

Deixa arder sem ofender



Se nas Filipinas queimam bandeiras da Dinamarca, qual é a preocupação desse pessoal com atitudes ofensivas? Se isso os descansa, deixa arder. Digam lá se não dava um bom cartoon... "Um grupo de manifestantes a fazer algo realmente ofensivo, cada um a desenhar o seu cartoon"


Monday, January 23, 2006

Emigrar para onde?

Hoje parece que muita gente pensa em emigração [1] [2]. Mas para onde?

França, depois das declarações de Chirac sobre o Irão? Espanha, de onde emigraram os republicanos? Inglaterra, e aturar a inexistência da esquerda?

Se querem que vos diga, acho que os portugueses, tirando um emigrado (eu) que não consegui votar e a direcção do ps que também não votou, se portaram bem nesta eleição. Segundo os media, parecia que Cavaco seria presidente mesmo sem o incómodo das eleições... e quase que não foi. A todos os que acreditaram até à última, o meu maior abraço...

Amanhã haverá mais... é só uma questão de sermos melhores do que eles.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Soneto da Fidelidade

Escutei as palavras de Vinicius durante "Eu sei que vou-te amar"

"De tudo, meu amor serei atento
Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto
Que mesmo em face do maior encanto
Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.
Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento
E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto
E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto
Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento.
E assim, quando mais tarde me procure
Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive
Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama
Eu possa me dizer do amor ( que tive ) :
Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama
Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure."

Vinicius de Moraes

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.

Vinicius

Tom Jobim: «Vinicius era múltiplo. Senão ele seria Vinicio de Moral, e ele não era, ele era o Vinicius de Moraes».

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!

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Berlin ist eine geile Stadt

Berlin é mesmo uma cidade fantástica. Temos de ir lá passar uns dias...

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Thursday, May 19, 2005