A hora do conto / Storytelling

s. id.

De pequenino é que se torce o leitor!

Ler inspira as crianças

Passaporte para Atlantis, Camelot, Hogwarts, Narnia e outros mundos

Vendem-se livros sem pilhas

Verdadeiras relíquias como os discos de vinil que já são peças vintage!

Um cartoon de Jeff Stahler.

Há tantas coisas que não cabem num poema...

Porque Não Há Vagas:

Sobre a inveja: tão, tão verdade! / The truth about envy

Cartoon de Clayton Rabelo.

"Envy is the religion of the mediocre. It comforts them, it soothes their worries, and finally it rots their souls, allowing them to justify their meanness and their greed until they believe these to be virtues. Such people are convinced that the doors of heaven will be opened only to poor wretches like themselves who go through life without leaving any trace but their threadbare attempts to belittle others and to exclude—and destroy if possible—those who, by the simple face of their existence, show up their own poorness of spirit, mind, and guts. Blessed be the one at whom the fools bark, because his soul will never belong to them".

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game

@ escritor/a enquanto ser andrógeno - the writer as an androgynous creature

"A writer as such is a special kind of androgynous creature, all sexes and all ages when creating fictional characters, all the people he or she has known, observed or interacted with. So while I’m a woman, as a writer I’m a composite intelligence".

Esta citação é de Nadine Gordimer, escritora sul-africana. Dela li na faculdade My Son's story, sobre o regime obsceno do apartheid.

 

 

Citação via A Writers Ruminations

O livro enquanto meio de evasão

"A good book can set you free; it provides escape. It will be able to take you away from reality one paragraph at a time and you will be absorbed into the world bound in its leather covers and rustling pages. Whatever it does to you—make you think, tug at your heartstrings, give you a little rest from your everyday problems—it must be good to you, because it’s you, not the characters in the book, that is the most important person when you are reading".

Fonte: Cinderella in rubber shoes

Can't read my p-p-p-poker face

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas please

Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me
Love the game intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart



Oh, oh, oh, oh..oh,oh,oh,oh
I'll get him hot & show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh....oh, oh
I'll get him hot & show him what I've got




Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got to love nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got to love nobody)




P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face


I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun...




Oh, oh, oh, oh...oh,oh,oh,oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh..oh, oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got




Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
She's got to love nobody
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
She's got to love nobody




I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning




Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, I promise this
Check this hand cause I am marvelous



I'm marvelous
I'm marvelous
I'm marvelous
So marvelous...
She's got to love nobody




Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
She's got to love nobody...

Mais sonhos musicais: "Dream a little dream of me"

I dreamed a dream, Les Miserables

E a versão de Glee:

7 curtas citações e uma caricatura de José Saramago

Caricatura de Fernando Llera

"Dentro de nós há uma coisa que não tem nome, essa coisa é o que somos".


"Os sismógrafos não escolhem os terremotos, reagem aos que vão ocorrendo, e o blog é isso, um sismógrafo".


"A única maneira de liquidar o dragão é cortar-lhe a cabeça, aparar-lhe as unhas não serve de nada".


"Se não disseres nada compreenderei melhor [...], há ocasiões em que as palavras não servem de nada".


"A lucidez é um luxo que nem todos se podem permitir".


"As palavras proferidas pelo coração não tem língua que as articule, retém-nas um nó na garganta e só nos olhos é que se podem ler".


"O espelho e os sonhos são coisas semelhantes, é como a imagem do homem diante de si próprio".

Fonte: Pensador

A propósito da morte de José Saramago (1922-2010)

O privilégio de um escritor consagrado é as suas palavras continuarem a ser "ouvidas" mesmo depois de falecido. Alguns arranham mesmo o chão da eternidade: Ovídeo, Aristóteles, Platão, Homero...Camões, Shakespeare...Quanto tempo durará a imortalidade de José Saramago? Terá já feito as pazes com Deus?

Leitura digital em altos voos

"A preparar para aterrar, por favor, desliguem os vossos livros"

Chegámos a um tempo em que os livros podem ficar sem bateria e interferir com o sistema informático dos aviões!!! Que diria agora Gutenberg?!

Cartoon de Ward Sutton, publicado na edição de 19 de Abril da "New Yorker".

Fonte: Bibliotequices

O Mundial de Futebol com ritmo africano

Força Portugal!!!

Waka, waka!

A citação como o maior elogio

"Quotation is the highest compliment you can pay an author".
("A citação é o maior elogio que pode fazer a um autor")

Samuel Johnson

Não tem de quê, Sr. Johnson!:)))

You're welcome, Mr. Johnson!:)))

Hoje vou ler algo com pinta...

...diz o dálmata aos seus 101 filhos. Abre o livro e começa:

"Era uma vez um leopardo..."

Há três espécies de mulheres neste mundo...

Stanislav Plutenko: a miragem pintada de uma mulher bonita.

"Há três espécies de mulheres neste mundo: a mulher que se admira, a mulher que se deseja e a mulher que se ama. A beleza, o espírito, a graça, os dotes da alma e do corpo geram a admiração. Certas formas, certo ar voluptuoso, criam o desejo. O que produz o amor, não se sabe; é tudo isto às vezes; é mais do que isto, não é nada disto. Não sei o que é; mas sei que se pode admirar uma mulher sem a desejar, que se pode desejar sem a amar. O amor não está definido, nem o pode ser nunca. O amor verdadeiro..."

Almeida Garrett

Via Alfinete de Dama

O Samba de acordo ortográfico pelos Vozes da Rádio

A riqueza e diversidade da língua portuguesa.

Sobre ler o mesmo livro várias vezes

"Woman Reading", Cecil Higgs

"There’s nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in a book you’ve read only once can’t".

Gail Carson Levine, Writing Magic: Creating Stories that Fly

A felicidade e os seus três assassinos

Sobre a felicidade e os três factores que a matam:

"There are three happiness killers - doing work you do not love and are not passionate about, surrounding yourself with people who you do not really like (someone who just fills time), and living somewhere that does not let you be you. Just stop it. Life is far too short".

Entrevista de Richard Florida para The Happiness Project: “Cycling, Writing, Walking — and Living in the Right City.”

E sobre a escrita:

"I never thought writing could bring so much pleasure. Yes, the old adage about all you have to do is sit down and the keyboard and "open vein" captures some of the initial pain and hesitation. But once you get into in, get into what the psychologist, Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi calls flow, it becomes quite enjoyable - that total focus, the sense of being inside your own ideas, and of course it's always much, much better when you see the finished product".

Quem tem razão? Vaidade ou humildade?

Anónimo

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"The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him".

William Faulkner

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Um livro que tenho que ler: "A menina que roubava livros"

A menina que roubava livros (no original, The Book Thief) é do australiano Markus Zusak e foi publicado em 2006.

Adorei a entrevista do escritor:

"Liesel Meminger is only nine years old when she is taken to live with the Hubermanns, a foster family, on Himmel Street in Molching, Germany, in the late 1930s. She arrives with few possessions, but among them is The Grave Digger’s Handbook, a book that she stole from her brother’s burial place. During the years that Liesel lives with the Hubermanns, Hitler becomes more powerful, life on Himmel Street becomes more fearful, and Liesel becomes a full fledged book thief. She rescues books from Nazi book-burnings and steals from the library of the mayor. Liesel is illiterate when she steals her first book, but Hans Hubermann uses her prized books to teach her to read. This is a story of courage, friendship, love, survival, death, and grief. This is Liesel’s life on Himmel Street, told from Death’s point of view".

Random House

Uma história sobre a capacidade dos livros para alimentar a nossa alma, especialmente perante um mundo adverso?

Prémio Literário Manuel António Pina: a 1ª edição privilegia a poesia.

Cliquem para aumentar.

Saiba mais AQUI.

Tantas, tantas mas tantas canções de amor à mistura

"Elephant Love Medley" do filme Moulin Rouge (2001). Nicole Kidman e Ewan McGregor cantam.

Mulher, gato, livros e amigos

Frederick the Literate, de Charles Wysocki

O gato



"Na minha casa desejo ter
Uma mulher que imponha a sua razão
Um gato passeando por entre os livros
E porque sem eles não posso viver
...Amigos seja qual for a estação"

Guillaume Appolinaire

O tango de Roxanne

"El Tango De Roxanne"  do belíssimo filme Moulin Rouge. Rouco e sensual.

Proposta de formação profissional para bibliotecários em tempos de crise

HOLT, Leslie Edmonds ; HOLT, Glen - Public Library Services for the Poor: Doing All We Can. Chicago: ALA, 2010. ISBN: 978-0-8389-1050-4

Fonte: O bibliotecário anarquista

Quando começar a escrever?

Lisa G.

"I start very slowly, and don’t actually begin to write the book until I can’t stand not to write it. This method derives from my sense that one can start a book too soon, but almost never too late. I think it is also true that if you wait until you know enough to start, you never will. What I do instead of writing is to live with the book for a couple of months, often longer than that".

Steven Polansky

via Word Painting

O palpite de Adriana Calcanhoto

Ela só quer, só pensa em namorar...

Mais uma de Marisa Monte.

Se alguém por mim perguntar...

...vou por aí a procurar...estou por aqui a procurar...

Marisa Monte canta esta canção linda, linda!




Deixe-me ir preciso andar

Vou por aí a procurar
Rir para não chorar


Deixe-me ir preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar
Rir para não chorar


Quero assistir ao sol nascer
Ver as águas dos rios correr
Ouvir os passaros cantar
Eu quero nascer, quero viver




Deixe-me ir preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar
Rir para não chorar




Se alguém por mim perguntar
Diga que eu só vou voltar
Quando eu me encontrar


Quero assistir ao sol nascer
Ver as águas dos rios correr
Ouvir os pássaros cantar


Eu quero nascer, quero viver
Deixe-me ir preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar
Rir para não chorar


Se alguém por mim perguntar
Diga que eu só vou voltar
Quando eu me encontrar


Depois que eu me encontrar ...

"The Day the Music Died"

Don McLean - Miss American Pie: esta música é de 1971, ainda eu não tinha nascido. :)

Vincent

O tributo de Don McLean a Vincent Van Gogh: Starry Starry Night. Lindo!!!




Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land




Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now




Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand




Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now




For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you




Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn on a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow




Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Alice no País do iPAD: que maravilhas!

É indiscutível que estes novos suportes digitais trazem novas possibilidades para o acto de leitura!




Via No Bico da Andorinha.

Se estás a ler isto...parabéns, estás viv@!

Arrependimento / "Hurt"

Christina Aguilera canta Hurt.





Seems like it was yesterday when i saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but i walked away
If only i knew what i know today
Ooh ooh




I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing i wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes i wanna call you
But i know you won't be there




Ooh, i'm sorry for blaming you
For everything i just couldn't do
And i've hurt myself by hurting you




Some days i feel broke inside, but i wouldn't admit
Sometimes i just wanna hide, cuz it's you i miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When comes to this, ooh




Would you tell me i was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Aree you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who i am?
There's nothing i wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you are looking back




yeah




Ooh, i'm sorry for blaming you
For everything i just couldn't do
And i've hurt myself
Oo-ooh



If i had just one more day
I would tell you how much that
I missed you since you went away



Oo-ooh
It's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time




I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything i just couldn't do
And i've hurt myself...


...by hurting you

Lady librarian goes Gaga

Um vídeo bem disposto dos estudantes e bibliotecários da University of Washington's Information School.

Bom dia!!!