- Bom dia, era um frango do campo, por favor.
- Muito bem.
- Já agora, pode cortar-me a cabeçita?
- Ó meu amigo, não era capaz.
07/10/2018
06/10/2018
Venda à Hortensinha
Na drogaria, aprende-se a fechar uma venda. Um acto intemporal.
Volume II
Volume II
Dona - Hortensinha, diga lá.
Sra - Eu quero … que nome lhe dou? Tapetes para as baratas. Vou de férias.
Dona - Aqui tem.
Sra - Mas esses tapetes têm a imagem de um rato.
Dona - É verdade, agora dizem que para apanhar baratas estes são a melhor coisa.
Sra - Eu vou-lhe dizer, quando se apanha uma epidemia de baratas, por amor de Deus, chiça, o que eu tenho penado.
Na escada, são assim…(gestos). Em casa não, são das pequeninas, e no café. Mas na escada… (gestos).
Dona - Foi de estarem a mexer naquele prédio.
Quando foi daquele ali em cima, meteu-se aqui uma ratazana (gestos) .
Sra - Bem, dê-me outro. Assim, deixo espalhado na cozinha.
Sra - Eu quero … que nome lhe dou? Tapetes para as baratas. Vou de férias.
Dona - Aqui tem.
Sra - Mas esses tapetes têm a imagem de um rato.
Dona - É verdade, agora dizem que para apanhar baratas estes são a melhor coisa.
Sra - Eu vou-lhe dizer, quando se apanha uma epidemia de baratas, por amor de Deus, chiça, o que eu tenho penado.
Na escada, são assim…(gestos). Em casa não, são das pequeninas, e no café. Mas na escada… (gestos).
Dona - Foi de estarem a mexer naquele prédio.
Quando foi daquele ali em cima, meteu-se aqui uma ratazana (gestos) .
Sra - Bem, dê-me outro. Assim, deixo espalhado na cozinha.
Wall Street
Oliver Stone, 1987. Com Charlie Sheen, Michael Douglas
Filme de 1987 que poderia ser de 1997, 2007 ou 2017, bastava mudar a tecnologia à volta das personagens. "A ganância e boa" tem eco na mente de decisores à volta do mundo desde aí. Uma história simples de alguém que se vê apoderado pelo desejo de abundância material, sobrepondo-se até à moralidade.
Filme de 1987 que poderia ser de 1997, 2007 ou 2017, bastava mudar a tecnologia à volta das personagens. "A ganância e boa" tem eco na mente de decisores à volta do mundo desde aí. Uma história simples de alguém que se vê apoderado pelo desejo de abundância material, sobrepondo-se até à moralidade.
Death of Stalin
Armando Iannucci, 2017, Com Steve Buscemi, Jeffrey Tambor, Michael Palin
Hilariante comédia seria sobre o fim do reinado de um todo-poderoso que deixa a apetitosa cadeira do poder disponível sem sucessor claro. O ridículo da dança para lá chegar é deliciosa e transversal a todo o espectro político, tem algo de intemporal.
Hilariante comédia seria sobre o fim do reinado de um todo-poderoso que deixa a apetitosa cadeira do poder disponível sem sucessor claro. O ridículo da dança para lá chegar é deliciosa e transversal a todo o espectro político, tem algo de intemporal.
Vasily Stalin: I know the drill. Smile, shake hands and try not to call them cunts.
Georgy Malenkov: Nod as I'm speaking to you. People are looking to me for reassurance and I have no idea what's going on.
Georgy Malenkov: He's saying I am the lamb, and you the people have given me life!
Anastas Mikoyan: Or, the lamb is the people and the milk is socialism!
The New York Trilogy
1987, Paul Auster
138 Little does Blue know, of course, that the case will go on for years. But the present is no less dark than the past, and its mystery is equal to anything the future might hold. Such is the way of the world: one step at a time, one word and then the next. There are certain things that Blue cannot possibly know at this point. For knowledge comes slowly, and when it comes, it is often at great personal expense.
185. Everything we see, everything we touch – everything in the world has its own colour. Struggling to stay awake a little longer, he begins to make a list. Take blue for example, he says. There are blue birds and blue jays and blue herons. There are cornflowers and periwinkles. There is noon over New York. There are blueberries, huckleberries, and the Pacific Ocean. There are blue devils and blue ribbons and blue bloods. There is a voice singing the clues. There is my father’s police uniform. There are blue laws and blue movies. There are my eyes and my name. He pauses, suddenly at a loss for more blue things, and then moves on to white. There are seagulls, he says, and terns and storks and cockatoos. There are the walls of this room and the sheets on my bed. There are lilies-of-the-valley, carnations, and the petals of daisies. There is the flag of peace and Chinese death. There is mother’s milk and semen. There are my teeth. There are the whites of my eyes. There are white bass and white pines and white ants. There is the President’s house and white rot. There are white lies and white heat. Then, without hesitating, he moves on to black, beginning with black boots, the black market, and the Black Hand. There is night over New York, he says. There are the Chicago Black Sox. There are blackberries and crows, blackouts and black marks, Black Tuesday and the Black Death. There is blackmail. There is my hair. There is the ink that comes out of a pen. There is the world a blind man sees. Then, finally growing tired of the game, he begins to drift, saying to himself that there is no end to it.
138 Little does Blue know, of course, that the case will go on for years. But the present is no less dark than the past, and its mystery is equal to anything the future might hold. Such is the way of the world: one step at a time, one word and then the next. There are certain things that Blue cannot possibly know at this point. For knowledge comes slowly, and when it comes, it is often at great personal expense.
185. Everything we see, everything we touch – everything in the world has its own colour. Struggling to stay awake a little longer, he begins to make a list. Take blue for example, he says. There are blue birds and blue jays and blue herons. There are cornflowers and periwinkles. There is noon over New York. There are blueberries, huckleberries, and the Pacific Ocean. There are blue devils and blue ribbons and blue bloods. There is a voice singing the clues. There is my father’s police uniform. There are blue laws and blue movies. There are my eyes and my name. He pauses, suddenly at a loss for more blue things, and then moves on to white. There are seagulls, he says, and terns and storks and cockatoos. There are the walls of this room and the sheets on my bed. There are lilies-of-the-valley, carnations, and the petals of daisies. There is the flag of peace and Chinese death. There is mother’s milk and semen. There are my teeth. There are the whites of my eyes. There are white bass and white pines and white ants. There is the President’s house and white rot. There are white lies and white heat. Then, without hesitating, he moves on to black, beginning with black boots, the black market, and the Black Hand. There is night over New York, he says. There are the Chicago Black Sox. There are blackberries and crows, blackouts and black marks, Black Tuesday and the Black Death. There is blackmail. There is my hair. There is the ink that comes out of a pen. There is the world a blind man sees. Then, finally growing tired of the game, he begins to drift, saying to himself that there is no end to it.
David Copperfield
Charles Dickens
5 Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
46 Firmness, I may observe was the grand quality on which both Mr and Miss Murdstone took their stand. However i might have expressed my comprehension of it at that time, if I had been called upon, I nevertheless did clearly comprehend in my own way, that it was another name for tyranny; and for a certain gloomy, arrogant, devil's humour, that was in them both.
The creed, as I should state it now, was this. Mr Murdstone was firm; nobody in his world was to be so firm at all, for everybody was to be bent to his firmness. Miss Murdstone was an exception. She might be firm, and must be; but only in bearing their firmness, and firmly believing there was no other firmness upon earth.
51 The picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life. Every barn in the neighborhood, every stone in the church, and every foot of the churchyard, had some association of its own in my mind, connected with these books, and stood for some locality made famous in them. I have seen Tom Pipes go climbing up the church-steeple; I have watched Strap, with the knapsack on his back, stopping to rest himself at the wicket gate; and I know that Commodore Trunnion held that Club with Mr Pickle, in the parlour of our little village alehouse.
78 I heard that one boy, who was a coal-merchant's son, came as a set-off against the coal-bill, and was called on that account 'Exchange or Barter' - a name selected from the arithmetic-book as expressing this arrangement.
5 Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
46 Firmness, I may observe was the grand quality on which both Mr and Miss Murdstone took their stand. However i might have expressed my comprehension of it at that time, if I had been called upon, I nevertheless did clearly comprehend in my own way, that it was another name for tyranny; and for a certain gloomy, arrogant, devil's humour, that was in them both.
The creed, as I should state it now, was this. Mr Murdstone was firm; nobody in his world was to be so firm at all, for everybody was to be bent to his firmness. Miss Murdstone was an exception. She might be firm, and must be; but only in bearing their firmness, and firmly believing there was no other firmness upon earth.
51 The picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life. Every barn in the neighborhood, every stone in the church, and every foot of the churchyard, had some association of its own in my mind, connected with these books, and stood for some locality made famous in them. I have seen Tom Pipes go climbing up the church-steeple; I have watched Strap, with the knapsack on his back, stopping to rest himself at the wicket gate; and I know that Commodore Trunnion held that Club with Mr Pickle, in the parlour of our little village alehouse.
78 I heard that one boy, who was a coal-merchant's son, came as a set-off against the coal-bill, and was called on that account 'Exchange or Barter' - a name selected from the arithmetic-book as expressing this arrangement.
War and Peace
10 He spoke with such self-confidence that his hearers could not be sure whether what he said was very witty or very stupid.
It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia - barbaric as she is said to be - to place herself disinterestedly at the heart of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power in europe, and it would save the world.
12 influence in society, however, is capital which has to be economized if it is to last
Oitenta e oito
De braço dado, ela usava óculos escuros, tal como ele, cego. Esta semana queria, mas não escrevi. Confundo sempre a triste ilha com um submarino. Garrafas de plástico nas fendas da pedra. Não me consigo concentrar na paisagem. No mar a bater nas rochas. Ticas. Um dos blocos principais caiu. Seis pessoas tiram a mesma foto.
- Oitenta e oito anos. Eu alguma vez esperava chegar a esta idade? Estou morto. Estou à espera.
Com um blazer bege. a camisa é em padrão verde alface, a condizer com o verde vivo do lenço da esposa.
- Têm sorte em ter-se um ao outro. Anda para aí muita gente viúva, diz a filha.
Com um blazer bege. a camisa é em padrão verde alface, a condizer com o verde vivo do lenço da esposa.
- Têm sorte em ter-se um ao outro. Anda para aí muita gente viúva, diz a filha.
Foi à sala buscar botões de punho que tinha deixado na mochila. Perdeu-se a arrumar um bloco de notas e à procura de outro. Zombifica. Dorme mal há três dias. Vai envelhecer rápido. Está com dificuldade em ver-se livre de coisas.
Uma menina está perdida no seu século à procura do pai
Gonçalo M. Tavares, 2014
A frágil Hanna atravessa um mundo estranho com coragem, simplicidade e curiosidade. Leva-nos. E o mundo à volta tornar-se mais estranho do que ela, bem mais. "As pessoas com síndrome de Down transmitem a ideia de que a eficácia e a eficiência, a produção, são inúteis diante de qualquer coisa que não sabemos bem o que é, mas que sentimos que e mais forte e que em a ver com a característica humana, talvez uma ingenuidade bondosa, que me parece tocante."
A frágil Hanna atravessa um mundo estranho com coragem, simplicidade e curiosidade. Leva-nos. E o mundo à volta tornar-se mais estranho do que ela, bem mais. "As pessoas com síndrome de Down transmitem a ideia de que a eficácia e a eficiência, a produção, são inúteis diante de qualquer coisa que não sabemos bem o que é, mas que sentimos que e mais forte e que em a ver com a característica humana, talvez uma ingenuidade bondosa, que me parece tocante."
05/10/2018
Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri
Martin MacDonagh 2017, Com Frances MacDormand, Woody Harrelson, Sam Rockwell
Um cocktail de odio, amor, injustiça e entrega total a uma causa. Orgulho, carácter e sentido de dever cruzam-se com o desespero de ver as nossas instituições colectivas falharem-nos. Vivemos todos numa zona cinzenta, mas uns mais do que outros.
Um cocktail de odio, amor, injustiça e entrega total a uma causa. Orgulho, carácter e sentido de dever cruzam-se com o desespero de ver as nossas instituições colectivas falharem-nos. Vivemos todos numa zona cinzenta, mas uns mais do que outros.
04/10/2018
Stoner
John Williams, 1965
194 and as he walked slowly through the evening, breathing the fragrance and tasting upon his tongue the sharp night-time air, it seemed to him that the moment he walked in was enough and the night not need a great deal more. Love is not an end, but a process through which one person attempts to know another.
'Lust and learning', Katherin once said. That's really all there is, isn't it?´
258 (After WWII) Innocent of fashion or customs, they came to their studies as Stoner had dreamed a student might - as if those studies were life itself and not specific means to specific ends.
268 He stood at the stairs that led up to the second floor; the steps were marble, and in their precise centres were gentle troughs worn smooth by decades of footsteps going up and down. They had been almost new when - how many years ago? He had first stood there and looked up, as he looked now, and wondered where they would lead him. He thought of time and of its gentle flowing. He put one foot carefully in the first smooth depression and lifted himself up.
194 and as he walked slowly through the evening, breathing the fragrance and tasting upon his tongue the sharp night-time air, it seemed to him that the moment he walked in was enough and the night not need a great deal more. Love is not an end, but a process through which one person attempts to know another.
'Lust and learning', Katherin once said. That's really all there is, isn't it?´
258 (After WWII) Innocent of fashion or customs, they came to their studies as Stoner had dreamed a student might - as if those studies were life itself and not specific means to specific ends.
268 He stood at the stairs that led up to the second floor; the steps were marble, and in their precise centres were gentle troughs worn smooth by decades of footsteps going up and down. They had been almost new when - how many years ago? He had first stood there and looked up, as he looked now, and wondered where they would lead him. He thought of time and of its gentle flowing. He put one foot carefully in the first smooth depression and lifted himself up.
16th century ‘Tech wars’
“Ninhua pessoa de qualquer condiçam que
seja nom venda aos estrangeiros caravelas nem naus pera fora do reyno: nem as
vaa laa fazer a estrangeiros: nem as frete pera fora do reyno: mais que por hu
soo anno: e nom hu apos outro: nem tire pano de treu que se neste reyno faça:
nem madeira: nem tavoado pera fazer navios fora do reyno: sob pena de qualquer
ho contrairo fazer ser preso ate nossa merçe: e perder todos seus bens para
nos”.
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