Discover This Mortal Coil!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Quem diz que Amor é falso ou enganoso,
ligeiro, ingrato, vão, desconhecido,
sem falta lhe terá bem merecido
que lhe seja cruel ou rigoroso.
Amor é brando, é doce e é piadoso.
Quem o contrário diz não seja crido;
seja por cego e apaixonado tido,
e aos homens, e inda aos deuses, odioso.
Se males faz Amor, em mi se vêem;
em mi mostrando todo o seu rigor,
ao mundo quis mostrar quanto podia.
Mas todas suas iras são de amor;
todos estes seus males são um bem,
que eu por todo outro bem não trocaria.
Luís de Camões
ligeiro, ingrato, vão, desconhecido,
sem falta lhe terá bem merecido
que lhe seja cruel ou rigoroso.
Amor é brando, é doce e é piadoso.
Quem o contrário diz não seja crido;
seja por cego e apaixonado tido,
e aos homens, e inda aos deuses, odioso.
Se males faz Amor, em mi se vêem;
em mi mostrando todo o seu rigor,
ao mundo quis mostrar quanto podia.
Mas todas suas iras são de amor;
todos estes seus males são um bem,
que eu por todo outro bem não trocaria.
Luís de Camões
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Água Perrier
Não quero mudar você,
Nem mostrar
Novos mundos
Porque eu, meu amor, acho graça até mesmo em clichês.
Adoro esse olhar blasé
Que não só
Já viu quase tudo
Mas acha tudo tão déjà vu mesmo antes de ver.
Só proponho
Alimentar seu tédio.
Para tanto, exponho
A minha admiração.
Você em troca cede o
Seu olhar em sonhos
À minha contemplação:
Aí componho uma nova canção.
Adoro, sei lá por que,
Esse olhar
Meio escudo
Que em vez de qualquer álcool forte pede água perrier
Adoro, sei lá por que,
Esse olhar
Meio escudo
Que não quer o meu álcool forte e sim água perrier.
Adriana Calcanhoto
Nem mostrar
Novos mundos
Porque eu, meu amor, acho graça até mesmo em clichês.
Adoro esse olhar blasé
Que não só
Já viu quase tudo
Mas acha tudo tão déjà vu mesmo antes de ver.
Só proponho
Alimentar seu tédio.
Para tanto, exponho
A minha admiração.
Você em troca cede o
Seu olhar em sonhos
À minha contemplação:
Aí componho uma nova canção.
Adoro, sei lá por que,
Esse olhar
Meio escudo
Que em vez de qualquer álcool forte pede água perrier
Adoro, sei lá por que,
Esse olhar
Meio escudo
Que não quer o meu álcool forte e sim água perrier.
Adriana Calcanhoto
Espaço Pub: Inferno
Monday, October 27, 2008
Zevs’ solo exhibition LIQUIDATED LOGOS at the Lazarides Gallery
Zevs’s new exhibition opening on 16 November at Lazarides Gallery will be his first London solo exhibition. LIQUIDATED LOGOS presents a new docufiction film based on the artist’s activities over the last ten years alongside a series of unseen screen prints of famous logos, liquidated on large coloured plexiglass boards.
Zevs’s work primarily plays with and explores visual effects. Re-painting the logos in their own colours, the artist pours paint over them, liquidating one logo after another. Through the parallel lines of the drips, the logos dissolve in front of the viewers eyes, drawing attention to, and visually disturbing the recognizable and omnipresent trademark as illustrated above. By doing so, Zevs investigates the logo’s visual power.
French street artist Zevs was an early and influential graffiti artist and is among the prominent figures who pioneered the French street art scene. He was active as a tagger in Paris in the 1990’s, and by the end of the decade he had become widely known for his poetic drawings of shadows in Paris. His name derives from an encounter with a regional train, Zeus, which almost ran him over as a child. He is also well known for ‘attacking’ billboards and commercials in the cityscape, where pin-up girls and boys have been shot between the eyes with a spray can, leaving the blood red paint running. Zevs lives in Paris and has exhibited in a number of group shows and venues including the Von der Heydt Museum in Wuppertal in 2006.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
be the ball
"There's a force in the universe that makes things happen. And all you have to do is get in touch with it, stop thinking, let things happen, and be the ball."
Ty Webb in Caddyshack, 1980.
Ty Webb in Caddyshack, 1980.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
"The concept behind SHOWstudio was developed by photographer Nick Knight and graphic designer Peter Saville; they envisioned a website that would take viewers ‘behind the scenes’ of creative spheres such as fashion and art, allowing them to view the entire creative process as it happened by harnessing possibilities of the Internet."...
"SHOWstudio's key interest has been in investgating the potential of motion imagery, interactivity and live image-making in order to inject the fashion editorial with modernity and new ideas. The first key live project was staged in December 2001 when nine models were dressed and groomed, then put to bed in hotel rooms and webcast overnight as they slept."...
"SHOWstudio’s founder, Nick Knight, says that the site ‘… is based on the belief that showing the entire creative process—from conception to completion—is beneficial for the artist, the audience and the art itself.” SHOWstudio’s move to real-world, interactive projects builds upon this initial manifesto."...
www.showstudio.com
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
Rythm is the key
Number One, Jackson Pollock
Our inate sense of timing. What separates mankind from the rest of the animal kingdom? Toolmaking or language? None has been proved quite unique enough, quite a few creatures use tools, and chimps seem to learn language. The fundamental aptitude is Rhythm.The capacity of taking up a rhythm or to catch it from someone or something else. Only human beings, it seems, imitate and enjoy rhythm in this way.”there is not a single report of an animal being trained to tap, peck or move in synchrony with an auditory beat.”
People do it all the time. Even when they are not thinking about it, in their heartbeat, in their breathing. Is that where we get it from? Is that how we clap, march, or waltz?. It is in fact very hard not to fall into rhythm. Rythm can be not only enjoyable but intoxicating, ecstatic. And it all seems to be part of a peculiarity of the human brain. That is, we not only perceive rhythms – we also rapidly internalize and reproduce them. And like that, we create internal templates, reproducible ones. We are incredibly good and tempos in music, for example.
And it is not only music. Comedy, although it might seem as a cliché, depends incredibly on timing. Timing in comedy, comes down to the intuitive manipulation of the rhythmic flow, so that the punchline comes at just the right, unpredictable moment! It's incredible how many comedians also performed in a rhythmic musical idiom. Spike Milligan was a trumpeter, Mel Brooks was in fact a drummer, and Peter Sellers worked as a drummer and dancer. What goes for comedy goes for acting too, where, if not everything, timing is crucial. Or even poetry, explaining the relation between rhyme and rhythm, both deriving from greek, they belong to the sense of measure, motion and stream.
Rhythm is in all art. The cutting in movies, the repetition or non repetition of some paintings or arquitecture elements and maybe even in our everyday life. So a question remains, is it all a matter of rhythm?
adaptation from “Daily Telegraph” September 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
bye bye!
(até dia 15 de Agosto)
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Is there a time for keeping your distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day
Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for curling hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear
Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown
Is there a time to run for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colours
Different names you find it hard to spell
Is there a time for first communion
A time for East Seventeen
Is there a time to turn to Mecca
Is there time to be a beauty queen
Here she comes
Beauty plays the clown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown
You say that the river
finds the way to the sea
and like the river
you will come to me
beyond the borders
and the dry lands
You say that like a river
like a river...
the love will come
the love...
And i don't know how to pray anymore
and in love i don't know how to hope anymore
and for that love i don't know how to wait anymore
Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
And the night is set to freeze.
U2
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Is there a time for keeping your distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day
Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for curling hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear
Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown
Is there a time to run for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colours
Different names you find it hard to spell
Is there a time for first communion
A time for East Seventeen
Is there a time to turn to Mecca
Is there time to be a beauty queen
Here she comes
Beauty plays the clown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown
You say that the river
finds the way to the sea
and like the river
you will come to me
beyond the borders
and the dry lands
You say that like a river
like a river...
the love will come
the love...
And i don't know how to pray anymore
and in love i don't know how to hope anymore
and for that love i don't know how to wait anymore
Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
And the night is set to freeze.
U2
Friday, August 01, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
(fotografia: Francesca Woodman, series On Being an Angel)
O melhor lugar do mundo
(está algures na zona do peito do lado esquerdo)
É aqui que tudo se passa. É aqui que cresce tudo, se conhece, se vive, se sente, se dói. É o melhor lugar do mundo porque sabe sempre, porque intui. Porque é vulnerável. É aqui que ficam guardadas as coisas. É aqui que se escolhe melhor ou se deixa. Onde há uma porta aberta para alguém entrar e desarrumar tudo. É aqui que nos lembramos, é aqui que pesa. É aqui que estão os que já não estão. E é aqui que se conta a verdade.
(Tertulia Virtual in.www.expressodalinha.blogspot.com)
Monday, July 14, 2008
leonard
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Leonard Cohen, Portugal 19 de Julho no Passeio Marítimo de Algés
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
here's to the crazy ones
"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes... the ones who see things differently - they're not fond of rules... You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things... they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do."
Steve Jobs, founder of Apple
Steve Jobs, founder of Apple
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
21 dias
O ser humano demora 21 dias a criar um hábito.
"Research shows that it takes 21 days to develop a habit. That’s 21 days of whatever every day, 21 days to meditation, 21 days to eat healthily, 21 days doing, 21 days of anything."
Presumo que isto se aplique a quase tudo.
"Research shows that it takes 21 days to develop a habit. That’s 21 days of whatever every day, 21 days to meditation, 21 days to eat healthily, 21 days doing, 21 days of anything."
Presumo que isto se aplique a quase tudo.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
opera
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
my next life
In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You
start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you
wake up in an old people's home feeling better every
day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go
collect your pension, and then when you start work,
you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.
You work for 40 years until you're young enough to
enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and
are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high
school. You then go to primary school, you become a
kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you
become a baby until you are born. And then you spend
your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like
conditions with central heating and room service on
tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You
finish off as an orgasm! I rest my case.
Woody Allen
Monday, April 21, 2008
e.e. cummings (1894 – 1962)poeta e pintor. Humor, amor e ironia. Poesia americana moderna, dizem.
if strangers meet
if strangers meet
life begins-
not poor not rich
(only aware)
kind neither
nor cruel
(only complete)
i not not you
not possible;
only truthful
-truthfully,once
if strangers(who
deep our most are
selves)touch:
forever
(and so to dark)
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may i feel said he
may i feel said he
i'll squeal said she
just once said he
it's fun said she
may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he
why not said she
let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she
may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she
if you're willing said he
but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he
ow said she
tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he
go slow said she
cccome?said he
ummm said she
you're divine!said he
you are Mine said she
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
statistics - the colour of happiness
statistics - 85% were right
85% of women, and 50% of men eventually discover their suspicions were right and their spouse was cheating.
Monday, April 14, 2008
1. Allow events to change you. You have to be willing to grow. Growth is different from something that happens to you. You produce it. You live it. The prerequisites for growth: the openness to experience events and the willingness to be changed by them.
2. Forget about good. Good is a known quantity. Good is what we all agree on. Growth is not necessarily good. Growth is an exploration of unlit recesses that may or may not yield to our research. As long as you stick to good you'll never have real growth.
3. Capture accidents. The wrong answer is the right answer in search of a different question. Collect wrong answers as part of the process. Ask different questions.
4. Think with your mind. Forget technology. Creativity is not device-dependent.
Bruce Mau, in Incomplete Manifesto for Growth
2. Forget about good. Good is a known quantity. Good is what we all agree on. Growth is not necessarily good. Growth is an exploration of unlit recesses that may or may not yield to our research. As long as you stick to good you'll never have real growth.
3. Capture accidents. The wrong answer is the right answer in search of a different question. Collect wrong answers as part of the process. Ask different questions.
4. Think with your mind. Forget technology. Creativity is not device-dependent.
Bruce Mau, in Incomplete Manifesto for Growth
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Paulina Morales: You're weak, Ivan.
Iván: Yes, sweetheart.
Paulina Morales: Don't agree with me.
Iván: But you're right.
Paulina Morales: Sometimes I like to be wrong.
in Mujeres al borde de un ataque de niervos,
Pedro Almodóvar
Iván: Yes, sweetheart.
Paulina Morales: Don't agree with me.
Iván: But you're right.
Paulina Morales: Sometimes I like to be wrong.
in Mujeres al borde de un ataque de niervos,
Pedro Almodóvar
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
Fiona Apple
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
Fiona Apple
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
ryan
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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