24 janeiro, 2020
23 janeiro, 2020
22 janeiro, 2020
Numa sala perto de mim #425
The Report (2019) on the interests of power and justice, and the length authorities go to act in the limits of the law on account of protection of the public interest, even if the line between right and wrong is blurred or the separation of powers is overlooked. The movie contains the genesis of authoritarian rule and the justification for covering up mistakes, as well as the difficulty of oversight and accountability.
21 janeiro, 2020
Palavras lidas #447
Before Quiet
Hazel Hall
I will think of water-lilies
Growing in a darkened pool,
And my breath shall move like water,
And my hands be limp and cool.
It shall be as though I waited
In a wooden place alone;
I will learn the peace of lilies
And will take it for my own.
If a twinge of thought, if yearning
Come like wind into this place,
I will bear it like the shadow
Of a leaf across my face.
Hazel Hall
I will think of water-lilies
Growing in a darkened pool,
And my breath shall move like water,
And my hands be limp and cool.
It shall be as though I waited
In a wooden place alone;
I will learn the peace of lilies
And will take it for my own.
If a twinge of thought, if yearning
Come like wind into this place,
I will bear it like the shadow
Of a leaf across my face.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
20 janeiro, 2020
Ditto #429
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
--Percy Bysshe Shelley
--Percy Bysshe Shelley
19 janeiro, 2020
18 janeiro, 2020
17 janeiro, 2020
Sem título #104
Em Roma, algumas fotos que fazem lembrar...
I don't care,
I certainly do!
nem vem que não tem;
ai se eu pudesse saltar mais alto;
aaaaai que tristeza tamanha...
just when I thought I was a woman...
no me gusta!
mas quem é que me roubou o selfie stick?
Etiquetas:
Arte,
Sem Título,
Travel
Numa sala perto de mim #424
Le Mans '66 (2019) or Ford vs Ferrari on the relentless competition of car manufacturers to build the fastest and most resistant machine to withstand a 24h race. Though it's a Hollywood movie, it stays pretty close to historical facts.
16 janeiro, 2020
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13 janeiro, 2020
12 janeiro, 2020
11 janeiro, 2020
Palavras lidas #446
Primitive
by Joyce Sutphen
How lucky we are that we do not live
in the time of the Plague, when, in three
years a third of Europe’s population––
20 million people––died, and no one
knew the cause. How fortunate we
are to know that it was not the planets
or the wrath of God that caused it
but a tiny bacillus carried by fleas
on the backs of rats coming by ship
from Asia, and how much better it is
to live now, rather than in 1891, when
Thomas Edison filed patents for
the first motion picture camera and viewer,
which operated on a perceptual phenomenon
called “persistence of vision”––a thing that
tricked the brain into thinking it was seeing
seamless movement as the viewer stared
through a tiny peephole and beheld the
gray-and-black image of a horse, galloping.
This is what I think about as I leaf through
the ads for flat-screen TVs in today’s paper
or click a button on my phone to watch
a video posted from a pub in Ireland. Aren’t
we lucky that we have no idea how primitive
our lives will seem one day? How appalling
to realize that our best cures for cancer will
look like a form of torture and that we really
thought we couldn’t be everywhere at once.
by Joyce Sutphen
How lucky we are that we do not live
in the time of the Plague, when, in three
years a third of Europe’s population––
20 million people––died, and no one
knew the cause. How fortunate we
are to know that it was not the planets
or the wrath of God that caused it
but a tiny bacillus carried by fleas
on the backs of rats coming by ship
from Asia, and how much better it is
to live now, rather than in 1891, when
Thomas Edison filed patents for
the first motion picture camera and viewer,
which operated on a perceptual phenomenon
called “persistence of vision”––a thing that
tricked the brain into thinking it was seeing
seamless movement as the viewer stared
through a tiny peephole and beheld the
gray-and-black image of a horse, galloping.
This is what I think about as I leaf through
the ads for flat-screen TVs in today’s paper
or click a button on my phone to watch
a video posted from a pub in Ireland. Aren’t
we lucky that we have no idea how primitive
our lives will seem one day? How appalling
to realize that our best cures for cancer will
look like a form of torture and that we really
thought we couldn’t be everywhere at once.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
10 janeiro, 2020
Ditto #428
Those who prefer their principles over their happiness, they refuse to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have attached to their happiness.
--Albert Camus
09 janeiro, 2020
Numa sala perto de mim #423
Sorry we missed you (2019) shows the life of a working poor family, struggling to make ends meet when the husband decides to become self-employed in deliveries. The gig economy has a lot of promise but is relentless when it comes to time off. A combination of unexpected events and ill judged decisions gets them more into debt, entering a spiral of more and more working hours, while the family falls apart. The movie ends with no solution or closure, letting the viewer walk out of the theatre uneasy as there's no possible good outcome in sight, quite the contrary.
08 janeiro, 2020
07 janeiro, 2020
Numa sala perto de mim #422
The Farewell (2019). Family ties. Cultural differences. The blurred line between right and wrong, between a lie and a "good lie." The emotional struggle to keep it together. Sensitive. Heartwarming.
06 janeiro, 2020
Parece que estou a ouvir #307
We three kings
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Refrain:
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide with thy perfect light.
Refrain
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again
King for ever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.
Refrain
Frankincense to offer have I,
incense owns a Deity nigh
Pray'r and praising, all men raising,
Worship him, God most high, oh
Refrain
Myrrh is mine
Its bitter perfume breathes
A life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone cold tomb
Refrain
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice!
Alleluia, alleluia
Heaven to earth replies
by John Henry Hopkins Jr.
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Refrain:
Oh, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide with thy perfect light.
Refrain
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown him again
King for ever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign.
Refrain
Frankincense to offer have I,
incense owns a Deity nigh
Pray'r and praising, all men raising,
Worship him, God most high, oh
Refrain
Myrrh is mine
Its bitter perfume breathes
A life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone cold tomb
Refrain
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice!
Alleluia, alleluia
Heaven to earth replies
05 janeiro, 2020
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