Thursday, December 25, 2008

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the new year


This is the world I built. With clichés, feet in the grass green, sky blue eyes and the two songs to remind me that has to dream. Also because of my dream world is made, indestructible, always hovering over the choices, acts, disappointments and successes. Argonauta of dreams, the way I built the world distributing smiles, tears, steps, words and images. Over the past 366 days, the Piscean soul overwhelmed me, lending to life this misty air that has just dreaming, that face of old photographs, half faded. The year that began amid the tears of sorrow turned to another not to be forgotten. February is yellow, blue is in May, July is a quiet, intense green, September is the most sweet and fiery reds. December closed the year multicolored and vibrant (as is the fashion of the season, tell me the magazines). Not worth remembering (here) the moments of my year. It is worth mentioning that between sadness, happiness, travel, work, study and fatigue are the most special moments and wonderful people. To them (you know who you are) I am truly grateful and hope that we follow by 2009 away with the smiles of hope in the face.


How did Iasa (and as is tradition) make my 2009 list

more poetry

books Unread

work less (and earn more)

photograph the unusual and the beautiful

travel somewhere strange name (and other mainland)

to graduate journalist

become a journalist

leave more hair in the wind

less anxiety

more courage

a life that inspires art and exhale love



PS - new world of my blogs is Scanning , my Tumblr. Tumbleblogging is one of the most fun things that the internet has ever invented .

Friday, November 14, 2008

Images Of Breast Abscess



(...)

My desire to be confused with the desire to be

(...) That my skin has
fire
doomsday
(... )
Bicho loose
A stray dog \u200b\u200b

(...) Sometimes I preserve my
In others, suicide!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

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Madrugada "Feather taking the wind goes through the air"


- Look out, heart, hands clasped and washed window. Aspira: flavor of rain, a feat of nature. Tell me a secret which is the color of your pulse. Do not cry no, Heart: not for pain, not for love. Still do not cry over the misfortunes or the clichés. Look in the mirror, heart, look into my eye. Tell me what's right here in my chest, to throb. Speak to me heart says that is not true that I'm nothing but a mere breath, a mere being. Convince me that life is not mere chance. What are these tears? Do not tell me you are to weigh, Heart. I want them to genuine happiness. How naive you are, there is happiness. What a beautiful smile.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

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To me, you


Chained

Paulo Mendes Campos


Who collects stamps for the son's friend, who wakes at dawn and shudders in disgust yourself by remembering that for many years struck he loved, and who cries at the movies to see the reunion of father and son, who holds no fear and a lizard makes a caress with the fingers, and who stands in the way to see the best wildflower, who laughs at their own wrinkles , who decides to apply himself to the study of a dead language after a failure sentimental seekers in the city traces of the city now, and whoever is left touching the symbol door closed, sewing clothes for whom Lazarus, who sends dolls to the daughters of Lazarus, who tells a little visit family: My dad just loved this chair, who sends books to prisoners, who are moved to see that go from white head or that, or master teacher, who was the beast of the college, who chooses to sell fresh vegetables for the canary, who remembers every day of the dead, who never neglects the rites of friendship, and who guard if offered her , the lighter that no longer work, and who, not having the habit of drinking, turn your phone on the second international whiskey in order to chat with a friend or girlfriend, who collects rocks, bottles and withered branches; who spend more than ten minutes to perform magic for children, who keep the letters of engagement with a tape, who knows how to build a good fire, and whoever comes in delicate trance in front of old trunks, mosses and lichens of: who seeks to decipher the design of the glyph of the timber there, and who is not shy of finding the going down of the sun perfection: he loosed into a smile at the sight of a waterfall, and who takes seriously the ocean liners that pass, those who visit the places they were alone was happy or unhappy, and who suddenly frees the birds from the pond, who feels sorry for the loved one and can not explain why, guess who thinks the thought of the horse, they are all convicts tenderness and walk everywhere in chains, tied to trap small loves of land.


Text excerpted from "The Drunken Angel," Sabia Publisher - Rio de Janeiro, 1969, pg. 105.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

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private Lexicon - These Guys Women


This anxiety (sf) No reason to be but is rigid and unforgiving. Resumption date of old habits and old-time children. This concomitance

(sf) entries that unites all words of the lexicon. Also present at some moments of life in relation to others' feelings.

This wigging (sf) Rara word, but remarkable. It is preferable in moments of forgetfulness. Or not. This carelessness

(sf) is part of the universe what-could-have-been. Is very present in what we call day-to-day. Very common over time, art and knowledge. It requires some nerve. This inconstancy

(sf) word that sounds familiar, it feeds on my words, my writings, my being. It's like an eye that opens and closes - the transformation. My hands do not know what to do.
This indecision
(sf) Present in various moments of the flavor of tea to choose the uncertain future and details of words. Permeates even the most significant events of a lifetime.

this melancholy the (sf) The incidence of this term is seasonal. (For clarification, see: This inconstancy)

This loneliness (sf) One word heaviest in the world of words. 'Solitude' outweighs 'time' that 'world' and that 'truth'. Just do more than 'forgiveness'.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

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Tourist in my province



The prospect of the city changes completely when you are a tourist. In this condition, everything has a magical air: the doves, the beggars, the old, the roofs, poles, sidewalks, buses, transit, taxis, trees, bicycles, street performers, prostitutes, dogs and rain. Even the overcast sky has its charm when one is a stranger.

course, everything is absolutely new. Not so. I travel every year to Recife, I've seen and reviewed all its fine landscapes. But whenever I return, I feel that their small details are infinitely more entertaining than those of my city. I can argue that Curitiba is not exactly a fun and beautiful place, which becomes an untruth painful when I realize that I lack the prying eyes of tourists to see it for real.

One day I decided to try. I vaguely remembered from my travels: the street from Recife to São Paulo taxi drivers, Caruaru Fair to 42nd Street in New York the night on the pier to the cups recifense y tapas in Madrid and saw the gaucho Portuguese bucolic countryside. When you breathe these memories, I had the distinct feeling I was careful observer of these places, but they are just memory. Curitiba is real, tangible. The map is not drawn, are intricate in the brain.

With that in mind, I put my specs 'tourist' and went out to walk the 'XV' in camera in hand, by the book. Without preconceived ideas, I managed to find the beautiful flight of doves Santos Andrade, the beggars of the Riachuelo, Bolivians bagpipers, the living statues and poets who love the moon. Until the political campaign I've enjoyed: I took all the saints. I saw so many beautiful things, wonderful, stupendous. I went by Largo - ask to take my picture with the fountain - I entered the cathedral and made purchases at Casa China. Then take a small sightseeing 'by Rui Barbosa, the Tiradentes by Rua 24 Horas (I found it charming to be closed). So I went into the tube and caught the biarticulated, thinking everything is great. I walked in the Botanical and went home.

The next day, I was developing the film: it was burned. From my tour of Curitiba nothing left. Upon leaving the store, there in the confusion of Marshal Deodoro thought everything so banal, that wanderlust.


* Chronicle produced for Journalistic Writing III

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Depth For Steel Fence Posts

Diazepam

New design blog, The Diazepam, in fact, we stop this project. The new blog Diazepam unites the forces of seven daring journalism students UFPR, including yours truly. The idea is daily postings, one author per day. There is a definite theme, speaks what is in the heart: can be a chronic, an outburst, a theoretical text, a complaint, a report etc etc etc. I call Saturday, Sunday Iasa Monique is faceless Sunday, Chico Tides is a sunny Monday (Garfield does not have time). Mari is a sweet Cioffi Tuesday and Amanda Audi makes the most pleasant Wednesdays. The youngest Fábio Pupo lends his gravelly voice on Thursdays and Sandoval Poletto your text sharp on Fridays. Expected to continue for many weeks.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

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Lexicon particular: Languishing



The orange sky, eyes closed; rare peace. Moments until the silence that has name restir to quiet, stir, still. The silence of the orange sky I name languor, finding it impossible that life is made of something other than poetry.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

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Souls ranging; unanswered questions. Three anecdotes



- Have you ever followed the tides.
- It's what I do now, willingless.
- Prove me not love me.
- regardes moi dans les yeux.
- Do not say anything to these eyes.
- Let justice be done.

- I want to understand.
- In addition to my forces.
- follow this reasoning, please.
- Look in the mirror, please.

- My steps ... doddering.
- You look back?
- Why bother?
- I am not fiction.
- You character of my life.
- Meat and bone.
- Insecure as a novel.
- There is no uncertainty.
- Do not cry.

- Now I feel like a portrait in silver gelatin.
- Noema: "That was."
- And I'm flou.

Cai silence, "this substance is unfathomable that the sustenance of loneliness."

- I need a brandy.
- Make it two.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

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*

was an endless silence which lasted thirty-five seconds, enough time to make a decision, hesitates between alternatives and finally choose. There were those who observe this conflict of undecided voters - a look static, immobile and anxious. She lowered her sight. Then, looking over his glasses, he repeated the words he had heard from other mouths. Some nervousness.

*

knew the words he would say. There was, however, believe that they would be spoken. The day, the heat, walking - apparent hesitation. Decided to be calming, cold water, hot face. Two steps and there he met his fate. - Say it please. She cried for eight hours exact.

*

There, she traced his fate, he knew in his heart what he would say. He walked exactly thirty-eight minutes to find it. Calmly, he waited. Looks black and white movement. Then he handed him a book, look cool - you're crazy. Never again seen.



Monday, September 8, 2008

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Alfama and the words


words, they're here beside me, and they are words light and sweet and shy. One day they appear.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

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Why the change?


Why the change, somehow, makes me alive. And why should I change (I try) every moment: I am like the river . And as I said before, I am without words . The less of them, best for me.

More of the same:

house Things, poem by Marcelo Sandman

1. She now only

can love with the passion contained
Butterfly stuck in a Styrofoam plate

(Occasionally a pop
wing and go flying across the room
and wants to break the lamp.)

2. He brought in eager hands

The branch Roses repentance

And the button for the more showy pink
Bee poisonous
What stirred inside

3. Anger
raided the house
a violent blaze

Creston everything!

now carry two buckets of water inside
Pra,
spied on by neighbors,

Who look far

Behind wrinkled shutters.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

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I walk without


I walk without words.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

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Chronicle midnight

I lost my reasoning.

What is very common nowadays.

- A Dry Martini, please. Not that it is gin with vermouth and olives.

That feeling of strangeness. The drink is providential.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

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Two ways to see photo

Image Ludwig Windstoßer: experimentalism movement photoforms
One of the most famous photos world of iconography is Migrant Mother of photographer Dorothea Lange

The girl working the cotton factory: Lewis Hine was one of the forerunners of the documentary tradition

Two ways to see photo

By the end of September will be open to the public Curitiba two photographic exhibitions: 'subjective photography' A German Contribution 1948 - 1963 (Casa Andrade Muricy, July 31 the September 28, free) and North American photographer (Caixa Cultural Space of 27 July to 26 September, free admission). The first is a large display of images produced by what is spent calling 'subjective photography' (spelled in lowercase even in the typology Bauhaus ) whose greatest teacher was the German Otto Steinert. The second is a collection of 33 images of American photography from the early century including works by Lewis Hine, Paul Strand and several photographers Team Farm Security Administration (FSA - Farm Security Administration). These photographers were the precursors what is usually called 'documentary photography'.

Interestingly, the two displays have content that contrasts in its theoretical and practical concept, but it shows two interesting aspects of photography of the twentieth century.

'subjective photography'

The show exposed the Casa Andrade Muricy is an extensive retrospective of the movement 'subjective photography'. There are over 150 images of exponents of the movement that had its roots in the 'new photography' 20 years of German and Bauhaus of Walter Gropius. These early influences in the exhibition are marked by names like Adolf Lazi, Herbert List, Chargesheimer, Marta Hoepffner and Heinz Hajek-Heinz - called "instigators and partners in the emerging movement." Most of them were banned in Germany with the Nazi regime who called his photographs as "degenerate." Images are marked by symbolism, experimental photography of objects and geometrical compositions prepared. It is evident the presence of destruction of Post-War I and the shadows that fell on Germany during the period: the black is intensely mixed.

All these features are present with much more intensity in the second part show that shows the avant-garde movement photoforms that occurred after World War II, from 1949 to 1958. With a theoretical project well established group of photographers was intended to emphasize individual creation with the resources of photography. Otto Steinert - mentor of the movement that has organized two exhibitions of the group and coined the term 'subjective photography' - considered important to create an image that satisfied look artistically receptive. A 'normal shooting', or rather the 'objective picture' that aims to benefit and representation of reality does not interest him. In the pictures of

photoforms is the use of common resources such as light oscillations, longer times that capture the movement, the presence of the photographer in the picture. The pictures are dark and always treat themes of industrial dry. Loneliness is also applicant: people are almost always solitary. In a simplistic analysis, we can say is that the visible presence of post-war trauma and the need to transform the vision of the Nazi publicity photograph, which praised as family values, morality and superiority.

It is also important to note the experiments inspired by contemporary painting abstract and surreal. Close-up images of objects, double exposures. Many pictures of metal machinery. But none of collages, as was done in 20 years. The objective of photographers photoforms - highlight of which, in addition to Steinert, Ludwig Windstoßer Peter Keetman, Toni Scheneiders and Wolfgang Reisewitz - was to use every possible resource of photographic equipment without resorting to other artistic techniques.

Photos Steinert objects are 'useless' in the ordinary sense of the word. They are like the engravings, paintings. Are conceptual portraits (a dancer sitting on a modern chair is wonderful), moving pictures of trees, plants etc. bleak. Teacher who was taught many disciples Steinert throughout his life, whose work can be seen in the fourth part of the exhibition, where there are several images from photographers around the world influenced by him. The fifth part is a prologue spoken by contemporary trends inspired by the 'subjective photography', whose exponents are Robert Häusser and Stefan Moses.

documentary tradition

Already Culture Box, you can see another type of photography. These are images from the early days of documentary photography in the world. The exhibition is curated by John Kulcsár, who had access to negative U.S. Government to make copies. Silver gelatin, bring visible wear in the expansion of past years

It begins by master Paul Strand and Alfred Stieglitz and Lewis Hine. The three in North America started the tradition of documentary, which aims to show the reality - with aesthetic concerns - and create a document that demonstrates how historiography was given society, experience or people. Are present in the show as icons Terminal Station Horse of Stieglitz and Strand Blind Woman. Moreover, some of the most famous images that Hine made in tackling child labor (which was an active militant) as the boys and girl in the charcoal factory cotton. A photo of the proposal that clashes with enough exposure is captured by a bare Stieglitz à la Man Ray

Shortly thereafter (and failed Curator's not mentioned in the text of the exhibition) are the photos of a group of photographers who in the early worked for the Farm Security Administration portraying the hardships of post-1929 famine, when the New York Stock Exchange broke. Part of the New Deal program Frank Delano Roosevelt, the FSA has created a new aesthetic of documentary photography. Its exponents Dorothea Lange, Walker Evans, Arthur Rothstein, Ben Shahn, Russell Lee, Marion and Gordon Parks showed Wollcott to 'America' the hardships of the camp with its immigrant poor and hungry.

Highlight for Lange and Evans. She with her Migrant Mother (Immigrant Mother), which received special attention of the curator. One of the most famous photographs of all time, shows a mother and three children: a tired face shows the pain of living. The picture is very exciting and played a key role in raising awareness of the American government to take action. Besides the classic picture, there are four series of clicks and a short account of the photographer. Already we can see in Walker Evans urban landscapes of workshops, antique Ford cars and fruit vendors. In his works, the characters are rarer, but is always very strong human presence in the landscape.

Small observations

Without making comparisons, because that would be a nonsense, as are samples of photographs taken at different times in different countries and different social contexts, a trait observation.

Photographs of Photographers Americans come carrying a very large social context. The majority are photographs taken with a clear display of social problems in the hope mitigate them. The aesthetic aspects are great, but it is targeted to the usefulness of the image. The stronger and more beautiful, more draw attention. Already in

'subjective photography' images has the sole purpose of being art. Actually, the picture has no purpose, entering into the discussion of 'uselessness' of art. Aesthetic images are calculated and beautiful. The 'subjective photography' not objective reality (this is clear from its name), she flees from her, and enters the unique universe of the photographer-artist.

The discussion between documentary and conceptual photographers can be infinite. Check the two shows, however, can bring some clarification and experience among silver-gelatin, and learning that all chains have their immense aesthetic, historic, and why not, magical.


obs - this review / research I did for Communication , UFPR laboratory newspaper, where I'm editor of culture

Thursday, August 28, 2008

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Under the 'Sky of Lisbon'

I tried reviewing the Sky Lisbon (1994) Wim Wenders, but could not with propriety. A film dedicated to Fellini, with the presence of Madredeus, poems by Fernando Pessoa and the beauty of the Alfama district, is too much for me. The screenplay and photography, I did not comment. I concluded that I could live in the Sky Lisbon. That's it.




Alfama (Pedro Ayres Magalhães / Rodrigo Leão)

Now / remember that, / The hours over time;
Desire / back, / back to you, / desire to meet you;
Forgotten, / each passing day, / never reviewed more grace / your eyes / I loved.
Má way, faith amor não restive, / e is calhar distracted-me ... / - Qualquer coisa that encontrei.

Friday, August 22, 2008

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100 years of Cartier-Bresson!


"The camera is for me a sketchbook, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity, the master of the instant which, in visual terms, questions and decides at a time. To "serve" the world must feel involved in what one frames through the viewfinder. This attitude requires concentration, sensitivity, sense of geometry. It is a economy of means and especially an oversight of oneself that one arrives at simplicity of expression.
photograph is to hold its breath when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality, that's when the image capture is a great physical and intellectual joy.
photograph: it is in the same time and in a split second to recognize a fact and the rigorous organization of visually perceived forms that give it meaning is.
is put on the same line of sight the head, eye and heart. It is a way of life. "

Parabéns, Cartier-Bresson. Hoje, is vivo, faria em 100 anos of leiquinha punho.