Aqui este cão que come livros continua a preferi-los em papel

:)))

Via Bibliofototeca

Uma leitora encantadora / A charming reader

Não sei quem é o autor desta pintura mas adoraria saber. Se alguém souber...agradeço. :)

Como estar Sozinho / How to be Alone. Um poema de Tanya Davis.

HOW TO BE ALONE por Tanya Davis

If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you've not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren't okay with it, then just wait. You'll find it's fine to be alone once you're embracing it.


We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You're not supposed to talk much anyway so it's safe there.

There's also the gym. If you're shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in (guitar stroke).

And there's public transportation, because we all gotta go places.

And there's prayer and meditation. No one will think less if you're hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple. Things you may have previously (electric guitar plucking) based on your avoid being alone principals.

The lunch counter. Where you will be surrounded by chow-downers. Employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town and so they -- like you -- will be alone.

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself out for dinner. A restaurant with linen and silverware. You're no less intriguing a person when you're eating solo dessert to cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. In fact some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies. Where it is dark and soothing. Alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.

And then, take yourself out dancing to a club where no one knows you. Stand on the outside of the floor till the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one's watching...because, they're probably not. And, if they are, assume it is with best of human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you're sweating, and beads of perspiration remind you of life's best things, down your back like a brook of blessings.

Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.

Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there're always statues to talk to and benches made for sitting give strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might've never happened had you not been there by yourself.

Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. But lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.

You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one's in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.

Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school's groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you're happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.

It's okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can't think like you, for this be releived, keeps things interesting lifes magic things in reach.

And it doesn't mean you're not connected, that communitie's not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. Take silence and respect it. If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it. If your family doesn't get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don't obsess about it.

You could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.

Bonito.

Nos bastidores de uma biblioteca

A Vancouver Public Library

Escritor = precisão do poeta + imaginação do cientista

Jonathan Wolstenholme

Esta minha equação resulta da afirmação de Vladimir Nabokov:




"A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist".

"Um escritor dever ter a precisão de um poeta  e a imaginação de um cientista".

Eu leio porque.../ I read because...

I read because one life isn’t enough, and in the page of a book I can be anybody;



I read because the words that build the story become mine, to build my life;


I read not for happy endings but for new beginnings; I’m just beginning myself, and I wouldn’t mind a map;


I read because I have friends who don’t, and young though they are, they’re beginning to run out of material;


I read because every journey begins at the library, and it’s time for me to start packing;


I read because one of these days I’m going to get out of this town, and I’m going to go everywhere and meet everybody, and I want to be ready.

Richard Peck, Anonymously Yours (1995)

"O que há num nome?" - Um Shakespeare e dois Sócrates

"O que há num nome?", perguntou Shakespeare pela boca de Julieta - prática que, a propósito, parece ser extremamente anti-higiénica. Uma rosa, dizia a rapariga que, certamente por perfeccionismo, primeiro fingiu matar-se e só depois se matou mesmo, teria igual beleza e o mesmo cheiro caso tivesse outro nome. É verdade. Se a rosa se chamasse, digamos, bidé, seria igualmente bela, por muito que pudesse ser um pouco embaraçoso oferecer a alguém um lindo ramo de bidés. Mas o Bardo refletiu apenas acerca do objeto que, mudando de nome, mantém as características. Por esquecimento ou preguiça, não se debruçou sobre os objetos que, tendo características diferentes, partilham o mesmo nome. Por exemplo, o que há num Sócrates? Será possível que dois Sócrates diferentes encontrem, no entanto, o mesmo destino? Não deixa de ser inquietante que Julieta não tenha colocado esta questão a Romeu, tendo preferido entreter-se com considerações sobre rosas. Mais sobra para nós, amigo leitor, meditarmos.

O que começa por ser curioso na comparação entre o Sócrates grego e o Sócrates português é o facto de as próprias diferenças os aproximarem. Repare: o Sócrates grego nunca disse ser sábio. Ao Sócrates português, até lhe atestaram a sabedoria ao domingo...

Excerto da última crónica de Ricardo Araújo Pereira para a revista Visão. Leia na íntegra AQUI. 

Brilhante pergunta! Eu também não sei.

Medo, por Thienbao.

"How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?"

Don DeLillo, White Noise

"As mulheres são um cheiro. É pelo cheiro que as catalogamos no íntimo arquivo dos desejos"

«-...As mulheres são um cheiro. É pelo cheiro que as catalogamos no íntimo arquivo dos desejos. A que cheira uma mulher? -- perguntou-me um dia a Diana. Uma rosa cheira a rosa. Um cravo cheira a cravo. Não sei a que cheira uma orquídea. Mas sei que todas as orquídeas cheiram igual, respondi. Já as mulheres, nenhuma repete o cheiro. As que nos refrescam têm cheiro de rio, as que nos enchem têm cheiro de mar.

Todas as mulheres têm um cheiro húmido. Como a boca. Como o sexo. Só gostamos de uma mulher quando gostamos do seu cheiro. Quando tudo nos leva a bebe-la, como um chá quente, excitante, aromático. Se não gostarmos do seu cheiro não conseguimos ama-la, nem na pele nem na alma. Podemos ser amigos, companheiros, nunca amantes. Amar é beber um cheiro. É transporta-lo para dentro de nós. Amamos uma mulher quando cheiramos ao seu cheiro...»

João Morgado, Diário dos Infiéis, Oficina do Livro, 2010

Voz: Rui Almeida.
Fotos: GD Fotografias (Brasil)Produção de vídeo: Francisco Cardona.

Uma citação de Philip Roth sobre os hábitos e o grau de loucura de um escritor

"I don’t ask writers about their work habits. I really don’t care. Joyce Carol Oates says somewhere that when writers ask each other what time they start working and when they finish and how much time they take for lunch, they’re actually trying to find out, “Is he as crazy as I am?” I don’t need that question answered."

Philip Roth

As leitoras de Daryl Zang

Daryl Zang

A pintora fala de como a sua vida pessoal, a sua escrita e a sua pintura se interseccionam:

"Art, for me, is deeply personal and I often describe my paintings as autobiographical. The greatest turning point in my work came when I found myself at home as a new mother. I began to paint the emotions I experienced everyday in order to create relatable images of my particular time and place. In my paintings, I stress ambivalence, isolation, and exhaustion but also the private, restful moments of peace that we all treasure in our hectic lives.


Women’s lives are so multifaceted that the potential for subject matter is seemingly endless. Despite what may be perceived as a narrow niche, I have found that the personal component of my work resonates with both men and women. There are themes common to all of us which are simply human.


My process is somewhat different from other artists in that I develop my paintings from words. My journals serve as a guide and when I find myself dwelling on a particular experience, my writing becomes the foundation for a real and honest image.


I create paintings that reflect my own situation but in doing so address the unique challenges that many of us face. The emotional ups and downs of my life are the inspiration for my work. I know I have been successful when a viewer realizes they are not alone with these feelings. The stories of personal triumph and tragedy that my work often elicits validate my belief in my work. Those connections are incredibly gratifying and fuel my enthusiasm for painting.

Daryl Zang

A maior flash mob de sempre

As Flash Mobs são aglomerações instantâneas de pessoas em locais públicos para realizar determinada acção inusitada previamente combinada. Muitas vezes estas dispersam-se tão depressa como se reuniram. A expressão aplica-se geralmente a reuniões organizadas através de e-mail ou meios de comunicação social.

E o melhor exemplo é também o maior: a maior flash mob de sempre ocorreu no dia 10 de Setembro de 2009: o grupo musical Black Eyed Peas conseguiu reunir cerca de 21 mil fãs na Avenida Michigan, em Chicago, nos EUA, para comemorar a passagem da 24ª temporada do programa de Oprah Winfrey na TV.

O grupo preparou-lhe uma surpresa ao tocar o grande hit I Gotta Feeling com uma coreografia inacreditável envolvendo toda a multidão presente.

Durante a entrevista que o grupo deu após a apresentação, o lider do grupo Will.i.am contou que chamou 800 fãs para ajudar na coreografia, que depois foi passada para as mais de 20 mil pessoas presentes no espectáculo.

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Os seis livros preferidos de J.K. Rowling / J.K. Rowling's six favourite books

1. O livro preferido
Emma, de Jane Austen

"Virginia Woolf said of Austen, 'For a great writer, she was the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness,' which is a fantastic line. You're drawn into the story, and you come out the other end, and you know you've seen something great in action. But you can't see the pyrotechnics; there's nothing flashy".






 2. O escritor vivo preferido

Roddy Doyle


 3. Outro livro de eleição

Chéri, de Colette





E os livros preferidos da sua infância

4. The Little White Horse, de Elizabeth Goudge

"Goudge was the only one whose influence I was conscious of. She always described exactly what the children were eating, and I really liked knowing what they had in their sandwiches". 


 

5. The Story of the Treasure Seekers, de E. Nesbit

"She's the children's writer with whom I most identify. She said, 'By some lucky chance, I remember exactly how I felt and thought at 11.' That struck a chord with me. The Story of the Treasure Seekers was a breakthrough children's book. Oswald is such a very real narrator, at a time when most people were writing morality plays for children".

 

E o livro preferido do seu lado infantil da idade adulta...
 

6. Skellig, de David Almond

"It's the best children's book I have read recently". 









Fonte: O, The Oprah Magazine, em 15 de Janeiro de 2001, DAQUI.

"Black Eyed Peas", em português "Feijão Frade"

O nome resulta melhor em inglês, não é? :)

Meet Me Halfway, Black Eyed Peas

Não sou grande fã do vídeo mas a música é sexyyyyyy!