Jorge Luis Borges
domingo, 30 de maio de 2010
sábado, 29 de maio de 2010
Música
Para desanuviar, La Campanella, por Alicia de Larrocha que estava escondida no meu IPOD e eu não sabia:
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sexta-feira, 28 de maio de 2010
Enciclopédia
Vejam qual a primeira palavra
William Henry Fox Talbot
Duas das suas fotografias, para guardarmos nas nossas memórias:
Patroclo
A scene in a library.
BIBLIOTECA
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Já se perguntaram porque é que, em dada época, era normal os Advogados publicarem, muitas vezes por sua própria conta, peças processuais? Porque era da prossecução da justiça que se tratava. Para além das acções judiciais concretas em causa, havia um valor maior a defender e a forma de o defender era esta.
DRAMAS JUDICIÁRIOS
Na semana passada, fiquei de vos dar notícia do primeiro Drama Judiciário.
Fica o título e a sentença:
quinta-feira, 27 de maio de 2010
La víspera
Millares de partículas de arena,
ríos que ignoran el reposo, nieve
más delicada que una sombra, leve
sombra de una hoja, la serena
margen del mar, la momentánea espuma,
los antiguos caminos del bisonte
y de la flecha fiel, un horizonte
y otro, los tabacales y la bruma,
la cumbre, los tranquilos minerales,
el Orinoco, el intrincado juego
que urden la tierra, el agua, el aire, el fuego,
las leguas de sumisos animales,
apartarán tu mano de la mía,
pero también la noche, el alba, el día…
Jorge Luís Borges
ríos que ignoran el reposo, nieve
más delicada que una sombra, leve
sombra de una hoja, la serena
margen del mar, la momentánea espuma,
los antiguos caminos del bisonte
y de la flecha fiel, un horizonte
y otro, los tabacales y la bruma,
la cumbre, los tranquilos minerales,
el Orinoco, el intrincado juego
que urden la tierra, el agua, el aire, el fuego,
las leguas de sumisos animales,
apartarán tu mano de la mía,
pero también la noche, el alba, el día…
Jorge Luís Borges
quarta-feira, 26 de maio de 2010
Night
The sun descending in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight,
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: 'Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Is driven away
From our immortal day.
'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold,
As I guard o'er the fold.'
William Blake
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight,
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: 'Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Is driven away
From our immortal day.
'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold,
As I guard o'er the fold.'
William Blake
terça-feira, 25 de maio de 2010
domingo, 23 de maio de 2010
Coincidência*
High Cliff, Coast of Maine, Winslow Homer
"I agree with you in thinking that the lawyer, and the congressman, and the editor, are in error, but only in so far as each claims peculiar facilities for the sort of knowledge in question; because, you see, sir, the truth is, that every trade or pursuit which brings one into contact with the facts, sir, such trade or pursuit is equally an avenue to those facts.
–Herman Melville, The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade, ch. 43 (1857)"
* a coincidência é abrir o livro antes de o arrumar, ver este quadro, procurá-lo na internet, encontrar isto, e tudo o resto.
sábado, 22 de maio de 2010
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sexta-feira, 21 de maio de 2010
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UM ESCRITOR
Trazido pelo Luís de Gouveia Fernandes
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Um conto:"The Death of Edward Lear"
Que começa assim:
“The death of Edward Lear took place on a Sunday morning in May 1888. invitations were sent out well in advance. The invitations read:
Mr. Edward LEAR
Nonsense Writer and Landscape Painter
Requests the Honor of Your Presence
On the Occasion of his DEMISE.
San Remo 2:20 a.m.
The 29th of May Please reply”
O resto está aqui: The death of Edward Lear
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