<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590</id><updated>2011-11-17T20:13:17.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG-ORG2</title><subtitle type='html'>arte &amp; corporalidade</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-2731664843843894626</id><published>2008-10-22T11:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:30:32.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento-Percepção (6): Arnheim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;RUDOLF ARNHEIM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;   (1904—2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;   “[...] o conjunto das operações cognitivas chamadas pensamento não são    um privilégio das operações mentais localizadas acima e para além da    percepção, mas sim, ingredientes essenciais da própria percepção [...].    Não vejo como eliminar a palavra ‘pensar’ do que ocorre na percepção.    Não parece existir nenhum processo do pensar que, ao menos em princípio,    não opere na percepção.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%; text-transform: uppercase;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;“Ao    olhar um objeto, procuramos alcançá-lo. Como um dedo invisível    movemo-nos através do espaço que nos cerca, dirigimo-nos aos lugares    distantes aonde se encontram as coisas, tocamo-las, agarramo-las,    examinamos suas superfícies, seguimos seus limites, exploramos sua    textura. Esta é uma tarefa eminentemente ativa.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%; text-transform: uppercase;font-size:10;" &gt;   Arnheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:10;" &gt;,    R. &lt;i&gt;El Pensamiento Visual&lt;/i&gt;. Editorial Universitaria de Buenos    Aires, 1985.(Trabalho originalmente publicado em 1969). (Tradução: Ailton Bedani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-2731664843843894626?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/2731664843843894626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=2731664843843894626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2731664843843894626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2731664843843894626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/10/pensamento-percepo-6-arnheim.html' title='Pensamento-Percepção (6): Arnheim'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-804255678038968844</id><published>2008-10-22T11:27:00.019-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:21:40.704-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento-Percepção (5): Reich</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 120%; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WILHELM REICH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(1897-1957)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: left; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;“Se nos atentarmos para as  conseqüências de nossos experimentos bio-elétricos, que revelaram que a  quantidade de uma dada excitação biológica é idêntica à intensidade de prazer ou  desprazer, então a excitação biológica e a percepção psíquica são funcionalmente  idênticas. Por outro lado, não há razões suficientes para se postular que a  matéria não-contrátil, não-viva, é capaz de perceber. É importante deixar de  lado uma espiritualização geral da natureza, inclusive da natureza não-viva. No  atual estágio de nossos conhecimentos acerca da percepção e da biofísica,  faremos melhor em separar o vivo do não-vivo; o ser vivo como aquele que se  caracteriza pela &lt;i&gt;pulsação &lt;/i&gt;(alternância de expansão e contração) e &lt;i&gt; percepção&lt;/i&gt;, o não-vivo como aquele que é rígido e desprovido de percepção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Onde  não há pulsação, também não há percepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;REICH, W. Orgonotic Pulsation, Part One: The Differentiation of Orgone    Energy from Electromagnetism - Presented in Talks with an    Electrophysicist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;   Orgonomic Functionalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;:    A journal devoted to the work of Wilhelm Reich, Rangeley, Maine, v.3,    1991. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   (Trabalho originalmente escrito entre 1939 e 1944). (Tradução: Ailton    Bedani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-804255678038968844?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/804255678038968844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=804255678038968844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/804255678038968844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/804255678038968844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/10/pensamento-percepo-5-reich.html' title='Pensamento-Percepção (5): Reich'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-4376351587045421672</id><published>2008-09-09T10:15:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:09:17.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição "Fotógrafos da Vida Moderna"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se você gosta de fotografia, ou de História da Fotografia, ou tem interesse, como nós, pela questão da Leitura de Forma, então não deixe de visitar a Exposição "Fotógrafos da Vida Moderna", organizada pelo MAC (Museu da Arte Contemporânea) e alocada no Prédio da Bienal, no Ibirapuera (São Paulo - SP)&lt;br /&gt;Esse bem-vindo evento reúne 154 fotos, produzidas na primeira metade do séc. XX por autores que contribuíram significativamente para o desenvolvimento da linguagem fotográfica. Constam da Exposição trabalhos originais de grandes nomes da fotografia, tais como Alexander Rodchenko, Edward Weston, Geraldo de Barros, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Leni Riefhenstal, Man Ray, Pierre Verger, e muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mostra é composta, em sua maioria, por fotos da coleção particular do ex-banqueiro Edemar Cid Ferreira, que estão com o MAC em regime de guarda provisória. 124 fotografias vieram da coleção de Ferreira, 19 do acervo do Museu de Arte Contemporânea, e 11 do Instituto de Estudos Brasileiros da USP (Universidade de São Paulo).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Fotógrafos da vida Moderna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Data&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;até 28 de setembro/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Horário: &lt;/strong&gt;de terça a domingo, das 10h às 18h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Local&lt;/span&gt;: MAC Ibirapuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Endereço&lt;/span&gt;: Av. Pedro Álvares Cabral, s/nº, portão 3, Pavilhão da Bienal, 3º andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Informações&lt;/span&gt;: (11) 5573-5255&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(128,0,0)"&gt;Entrada gratuita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;(Veja uma foto da Exposição clicando &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/distanciansia/2824244533/"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-4376351587045421672?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/4376351587045421672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=4376351587045421672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4376351587045421672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4376351587045421672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/09/exposio-fotgrafos-da-vida-moderna.html' title='Exposição &quot;Fotógrafos da Vida Moderna&quot;'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-4218317573724463491</id><published>2008-09-09T09:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:51:03.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento-Percepção (4): Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;FERNANDO PESSOA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;   (1888-1935)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;" &gt;“A    sensação é tudo, afirma Caeiro, e o pensamento é uma doença. Por    sensação entende Caeiro a sensação das coisas tais quais são, sem    acrescentar quaisquer elementos do pensamento pessoal, convenção,    sentimento ou qualquer outro lugar da alma. [...] Caeiro tem uma    disciplina: as coisas devem ser sentidas como são. [...] Caeiro não tem    ética a não ser a simplicidade”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;   Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   PESSOA, F. &lt;i&gt;Páginas Íntimas e de Auto-Interpretação&lt;/i&gt;. Lisboa: Ed.    Ática, 1966&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sou    um guardador de rebanhos.&lt;br /&gt;O rebanho é os meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;E os meus pensamentos são todos sensações.&lt;br /&gt;Penso com os olhos e com os ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;E com as mãos e os pés&lt;br /&gt;E com o nariz e a boca.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar uma flor é vê-la e cheirá-la&lt;br /&gt;E comer um fruto é saber-lhe o sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso quando num dia de calor&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto triste de gozá-lo tanto,&lt;br /&gt;E me deito ao comprido na erva,&lt;br /&gt;E fecho os olhos quentes,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto todo o meu corpo deitado na realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Sei a verdade e sou feliz”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;   Alberto Caeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;" &gt;    (Fernando Pessoa), “O guardador de rebanhos”, IX (publicado em 1925).&lt;br /&gt;PESSOA, F. &lt;i&gt;O guardador de rebanhos e outros poemas –&lt;br /&gt;Poesia completa    de Alberto Caeiro&lt;/i&gt;. São Paulo: Landy Editora, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;" &gt;   “Não basta abrir a janela&lt;br /&gt;Para ver os campos e o rio.&lt;br /&gt;Não é bastante não ser cego&lt;br /&gt;Para ver as árvores e as flores.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso também não ter filosofia nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;Com filosofia não há árvores: há idéias apenas.&lt;br /&gt;Há só cada um de nós, como uma cave.&lt;br /&gt;Há só uma janela fechada, e todo o mundo lá fora;&lt;br /&gt;E um sonho do que se poderia ver se a janela se abrisse,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca é o que se vê quando se abre a janela”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;   Alberto Caeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;font-size:100%;" &gt;    (Fernando Pessoa), “Poemas inconjuntos”&lt;br /&gt;PESSOA, F. &lt;i&gt;O guardador de rebanhos e outros poemas –&lt;br /&gt;Poesia completa    de Alberto Caeiro&lt;/i&gt;. São Paulo: Landy Editora, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-4218317573724463491?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/4218317573724463491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=4218317573724463491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4218317573724463491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4218317573724463491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/09/pensamento-percepo-4-pessoa.html' title='Pensamento-Percepção (4): Pessoa'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-1475212354090269636</id><published>2008-07-29T17:41:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:29:42.579-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodchenko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SJComPo_wtI/AAAAAAAAALw/hykVsQMmCJk/s1600-h/Rodchenko-anos40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 127px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SJComPo_wtI/AAAAAAAAALw/hykVsQMmCJk/s400/Rodchenko-anos40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228864542364123858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rodchenko em foto da década de 1940&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandr Mikhailovich Rodchenko&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Александр Михайлович Родченко&lt;/i&gt;, 1891-1956)  foi um expoente da vanguarda artística soviética das décadas de 1920 e 30. Rodchenko dedicou-se a diversas formas expressivas (pintura, fotomontagem, fotografia, entre outras), buscando continuamente perspectivas estéticas inovadoras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Fontes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;http://oseculoprodigioso.blogspot.com/2006/02/rodchenko-alexander-fotografia.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandr_Rodchenko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do polivalente artista apresentamos, a seguir, três fotografias; contudo, uma busca na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;web&lt;/span&gt; poderá revelar, ao interessado, produções em que Rodchenko fez uso de outros canais de expressão, tais como o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; de cartazes e capas de livros, a escultura etc. No final deste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; inserimos, ainda, um vídeo sobre o autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI-AtBrypPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/m-hcsUCpMng/s1600-h/mayakovsky_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 314px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI-AtBrypPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/m-hcsUCpMng/s400/mayakovsky_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228539203435013362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayakovsky (1893-1930); foto de Rodchenko, 1924.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI-UgxRHBmI/AAAAAAAAALA/9uW1df8Ulno/s1600-h/Rodchenko143crop-1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI-UgxRHBmI/AAAAAAAAALA/9uW1df8Ulno/s400/Rodchenko143crop-1688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228560983102260834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ginástica matinal no topo de um albergue de estudantes em Lefortovo;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;foto de Rodchenko, 1932&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SJCpaDM28RI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N7lmpnYOB6s/s1600-h/AN-OATH-1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 295px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SJCpaDM28RI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N7lmpnYOB6s/s400/AN-OATH-1935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228865432378077458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Juramento"; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="caption" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;foto de Rodchenko, 1935&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" class="caption" &gt;&lt;span&gt;+ informaçoes:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wsws.org/pt/2007/jan2007/rodc-j25.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="caption" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;http://www.secrel.com.br/jpoesia/ag12rodchenko.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;http://www.moma.org/exhibitions/1998/rodchenko/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vídeo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Alexander Rodchenko and the Russian Avant-garde"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i29tL-LHyY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i29tL-LHyY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-1475212354090269636?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/1475212354090269636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=1475212354090269636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1475212354090269636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1475212354090269636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/07/rodchenko-1.html' title='Rodchenko'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SJComPo_wtI/AAAAAAAAALw/hykVsQMmCJk/s72-c/Rodchenko-anos40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-3852573073078423240</id><published>2008-07-29T14:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:30:34.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento-Percepção (3): Nietzsche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="line-height: 120%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   (1844—1900)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Pois    pelo fato de agora buscarem imediatamente a razão, ou seja, ‘o que    significa’, e não mais ‘o que é’, nossos sentidos ficaram algo    embotados... Quanto mais capazes de pensar se tornam o olho e o ouvido,    tanto mais se aproximam da fronteira em que se tornam insensíveis: o    prazer é transferido para o cérebro, os próprios órgãos dos sentidos se    tornam embotados e débeis, o simbólico toma cada vez mais o lugar    daquilo que é — e assim chegamos à barbárie por esse caminho, tão    seguramente como por qualquer outro”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;NIETZSCHE, F. &lt;i&gt;Humano, Demasiado Humano   &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt; Um Livro para Espíritos    Livres&lt;/i&gt;. Trad. Paulo C. Souza. São Paulo: Cia das Letras, 2000&lt;br /&gt;(Versão final da obra publicada pelo autor em   1886).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-3852573073078423240?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/3852573073078423240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=3852573073078423240' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/3852573073078423240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/3852573073078423240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/07/pensamento-percepo-3-nietzsche.html' title='Pensamento-Percepção (3): Nietzsche'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-4660880523433816629</id><published>2008-07-29T14:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:21:46.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ianomani-Nuba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;ÍNDIA IANOMANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI9Pdv0nppI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5XCqlYlKL58/s1600-h/ianomani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI9Pdv0nppI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5XCqlYlKL58/s400/ianomani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228485064872404626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ricardo Stuckert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Veja a  foto em tamanho maior, clicando &lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/especiais/amazonia/imagens/indios1.jpg"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;]&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;MULHER NUBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI9PxyZNb9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lf8QM_A8txw/s1600-h/nuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI9PxyZNb9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lf8QM_A8txw/s400/nuba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228485409160130514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto&lt;/em&gt;: Leni  Riefenstahl&lt;br /&gt;http://www.leni-riefenstahl.de&lt;br /&gt;[ Veja, também, o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=58624768011812569"&gt;"Os Nubas do Sudão"&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-4660880523433816629?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/4660880523433816629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=4660880523433816629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4660880523433816629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4660880523433816629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/07/ianomani-nuba.html' title='Ianomani-Nuba'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/SI9Pdv0nppI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5XCqlYlKL58/s72-c/ianomani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-8285218947303454296</id><published>2008-07-29T10:50:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:14:41.059-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento-Percepção (2): Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se as portas da percepção estivéssem limpas, tudo apareceria ao homem tal como é: infinito".&lt;br /&gt;BLAKE, W. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The    Marriage of Heaven and Hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Disponível em:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www2.kobe-c.ac.jp/%7Ewatanabe/blake/mhh.htm"&gt;   http://www2.kobe-c.ac.jp/~watanabe/blake/mhh.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Obra originalmente escrita entre 1790 e 1793).&lt;br /&gt;(Tradução: Ailton    Bedani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-8285218947303454296?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/8285218947303454296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=8285218947303454296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/8285218947303454296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/8285218947303454296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/07/pensamento-percepo-2-blake.html' title='Pensamento-Percepção (2): Blake'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-3592282124868533191</id><published>2008-07-25T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:09:37.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche (corpo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“O corpo é uma grande razão, uma multiplicidade com um único sentido, uma guerra e uma paz, um rebanho e um pastor. [...] &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;‘Eu’, dizes; e ufanas-te desta palavra. Mas ainda maior, no que não queres acreditar – é o teu corpo e a sua grande razão: esta não diz eu, mas faz o eu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[...] &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atrás de teus pensamentos e sentimentos, meu irmão, acha-se um soberano poderoso, um sábio desconhecido – e chama-se o ser próprio. Mora no teu corpo, é o teu corpo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;u1:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há mais razão no teu corpo do que na tua melhor sabedoria. E por que o teu corpo, então, precisaria logo da tua melhor sabedoria?&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (1844-1900)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NIETZSCHE, F. &lt;i&gt;Assim falou Zaratustra&lt;/i&gt;: Um livro para todos e para ninguém. Trad. Mário da Silva. Rio de Janeiro: Bertrand Brasil, 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-3592282124868533191?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/3592282124868533191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=3592282124868533191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/3592282124868533191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/3592282124868533191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/07/nietzsche-corpo.html' title='Nietzsche (corpo)'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-8858949413955691607</id><published>2008-07-25T10:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:44:44.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento-Percepção (1):  Empédocles, Heráclito, Platão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMPÉDOCLES&lt;/span&gt;(495/490 a.C.—435/430 a.C.)&lt;br /&gt;“[...] considera com teus sentidos como cada coisa é clara. Não dês maior confiança ao olhar do que a que corresponde ao ouvido; e não estimes o ruidoso ouvido acima das claras instruções da língua; e não recuses confiança às outras partes do teu corpo, pelas quais há acesso à inteligência.”&lt;br /&gt;Empédocles, apud CHAUÍ, M. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Introdução à História da Filosofia&lt;/span&gt; - Dos Pré-Socráticos a Aristóteles. São Paulo: Ed. Brasiliense, 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERÁCLITO&lt;/span&gt; (~540 a.C.—470 a.C.) (comentário)&lt;br /&gt;“Heráclito, devido ao fato de ainda acreditar que o homem dispunha de dois órgãos para o conhecimento da verdade — a sensação e a razão —, considerava [...] que, tratando-se destes dois órgãos, a sensação não é digna de confiança, ao passo que colocava a razão como critério. De fato, ele recusa a sensação, dizendo textualmente: os olhos e os ouvidos são maus testemunhos para as almas surdas à sua linguagem. O que é o mesmo que dizer que ‘é próprio das almas bárbaras atribuir fé aos sentidos desprovidos de razão’.”&lt;br /&gt;Sexto Empírico (falecimento ca. 200), comentando o pensamento de Heráclito de Éfeso, apud &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les Écoles Présocratiques&lt;/span&gt;. Ed. Folio-Gallimard, 1991. (Tradução: Ailton Bedani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLATÃO&lt;/span&gt; (428/27-347 a.C.)&lt;br /&gt;"[...] A visão, ou mesmo a audição, contém, para  os homens, uma verdade qualquer?&lt;br /&gt;[...] Se, entre as percepções do corpo, a visão e a audição não são nem  claras nem exatas, imagine então as outras. Pois todas são, a meu ver, mais  imperfeitas que aquelas duas.&lt;br /&gt;[...] Em qual momento, diz Sócrates, a alma apreende a verdade? Ora, não  resta dúvida de que, quando a alma se serve do corpo para tentar examinar alguma  coisa, é totalmente enganada por ele [...]”&lt;br /&gt;Platão, no Fédon, apud &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Sensation&lt;/span&gt;, Ed. Flammarion, 1997. (Tradução: Ailton Bedani)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-8858949413955691607?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/8858949413955691607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=8858949413955691607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/8858949413955691607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/8858949413955691607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/07/pensamento-percepo-1-empdocles-herclito.html' title='Pensamento-Percepção (1):  Empédocles, Heráclito, Platão'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-8535454665129480331</id><published>2008-06-19T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:10:08.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG DA "EQUIPE ORGONAUTAS"</title><content type='html'>http://www.orgonautas.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;OU&lt;br /&gt;clique &lt;a href="http://www.orgonautas.blogspot.com"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-8535454665129480331?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/8535454665129480331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=8535454665129480331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/8535454665129480331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/8535454665129480331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-da-equipe-orgonautas.html' title='BLOG DA &quot;EQUIPE ORGONAUTAS&quot;'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-1139027608384651528</id><published>2008-06-15T23:26:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:03:35.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Escola de Frankfurt e a Teoria Crítica: Uma Reflexão Viva</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XfrUPWet68&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XfrUPWet68&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produção:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orgonautas.blogspot.com/"&gt;EQUIPE ORGONAUTAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - jun/2008&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orgonautas.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-1139027608384651528?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/1139027608384651528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=1139027608384651528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1139027608384651528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1139027608384651528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_15.html' title='A Escola de Frankfurt e a Teoria Crítica: Uma Reflexão Viva'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-2978083269115423799</id><published>2008-06-03T12:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:06:19.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Nubas do Sudão</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="fs=true" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=58624768011812569&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produção:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orgonautas.blogspot.com/"&gt;EQUIPE ORGONAUTAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - maio/2008&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orgonautas.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-2978083269115423799?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/2978083269115423799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=2978083269115423799' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2978083269115423799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2978083269115423799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Os Nubas do Sudão'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-1077946990398392637</id><published>2008-04-08T23:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:32:23.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilkerry - Sobre um mar de rosas que arde...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sobre um mar de rosas que arde&lt;br /&gt;Em ondas fulvas, distante,&lt;br /&gt;Erram meus  olhos, diamante&lt;br /&gt;Como as naus dentro da tarde.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asas no azul, melodias,&lt;br /&gt;E as horas são velas fluidas&lt;br /&gt;Da nau em que, oh!  alma, descuidas&lt;br /&gt;Das esperanças tardias".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pedro Militão Kilkerry&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1885-1917)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Espécie de simbolista transviado ou desgarrado, este boêmio [Kilkerry] tinha fama de maldito nas rodas da capital baiana. Nada deixou em livro e, além de esparsa como bibliografia, sua poesia é fragmentária como linguagem — tão descontínua e desconexa que despertou a atenção dos concretistas para o pioneirismo do poeta em relação às vanguardas nacionais, a começar pelo modernismo, passando pelo surrealismo e chegando ao próprio concretismo. Sua sintaxe hermética e seu vocabulário enigmático fazem supor o delírio dum alucinado, mas logo desfazem tal impressão por força da rigidez formal do soneto. Resta o impacto do nonsense que, a todo momento, produz o efeito dum bestialógico, aliás muito eficaz se declamado em público, perante platéia jovial. Talvez não fosse a intenção do poeta, nem a de Augusto de Campos ao resgatar-lhe a importância. Mas que nosso mallarmaico baiano tem algo de maluco-beleza, lá isso tem..."&lt;br /&gt;Glauco Mattoso [ disponível em http://paginas.terra.com.br/arte/PopBox/sonetario/kilkerry.htm ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Para saber + sobre Kilkerry, clique &lt;a href="http://www.se.senac.br/ECAFE/materias/fev05/pedrokilkerry.htm"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Para ingressar na comunidade-Kilkerry no ORKUT, clique &lt;a href="https://www.google.com/accounts/ServiceLogin?service=orkut&amp;amp;continue=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.orkut.com%2FRedirLogin.aspx%3Fmsg%3D0%26page%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.orkut.com%252FCommunity.aspx%253Fcmm%253D788991&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;rm=false&amp;amp;passive=true"&gt;AQUI &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-1077946990398392637?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/1077946990398392637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=1077946990398392637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1077946990398392637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1077946990398392637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/04/sobre-um-mar-de-rosas-que-arde-em-ondas.html' title='Kilkerry - Sobre um mar de rosas que arde...'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-3247841287812204780</id><published>2008-03-12T11:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:06:48.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilhelm Reich: Imagens de uma vida em movimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9OmtK4su6s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9OmtK4su6s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produção:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orgonautas.blogspot.com/"&gt;EQUIPE ORGONAUTAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - mar/2008&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orgonautas.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-3247841287812204780?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/3247841287812204780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=3247841287812204780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/3247841287812204780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/3247841287812204780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/03/wilhelm-reich-imagens-de-uma-vida-em.html' title='Wilhelm Reich: Imagens de uma vida em movimento'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-5437241793829220562</id><published>2008-02-06T14:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:48:45.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Emocionante entrevista com o mestre haicaista Massuda Goga</title><content type='html'>Nascido em 1911 e radicado no Brasil desde 1929, Masuda Goga é haicaísta e estudioso do haicai, compondo tanto em português como em japonês.  É seguidor de &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/nempuku.shtml"&gt;Nempuku Sato&lt;/a&gt;, mestre já falecido e  responsável pela divulgação do haicai entre os imigrantes japoneses no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Suas pesquisas sobre o haicai no Brasil remontam a 1936. Travou relações de  amizade com os poetas &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/fonseca.htm"&gt;Jorge Fonseca Júnior&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/ga.htm"&gt;Guilherme de Almeida&lt;/a&gt;, com quem trocava idéias sobre a  composição do haicai, tomando como exemplo o modelo japonês. No Japão, é  associado à revista "Yuki", de orientação tradicional, editada por Kôka  Muramatsu. Em 2004, recebeu o "Masaoka Shiki International Haiku Prize", por seu  esforço na divulgação do haicai. Também é pintor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fonte&lt;/span&gt;: Kakinet.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo, uma emocionante entrevista com o mestre Goga, dividida em duas partes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Massuda Goga - Discipulo de Bashô 1_2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AK_tbP28d_M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AK_tbP28d_M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Massuda Goga - Discipulo de Bashô 2_2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzBvuyHKXNA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzBvuyHKXNA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-5437241793829220562?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/5437241793829220562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=5437241793829220562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5437241793829220562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5437241793829220562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/02/entrevista-com-o-mestre-haicaista.html' title='Emocionante entrevista com o mestre haicaista Massuda Goga'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-2420641229156695110</id><published>2008-02-06T13:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:03:41.584-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haicai - "após a chuva"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R6nYaQIldcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G-vasEtf2SM/s1600-h/haicai-aposachuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R6nYaQIldcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G-vasEtf2SM/s400/haicai-aposachuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163896393276159426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em forma de texto,  apenas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;após a chuva&lt;br /&gt;pássaros em festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;─ agora, sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ailton bedani - fev/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-2420641229156695110?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/2420641229156695110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=2420641229156695110' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2420641229156695110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2420641229156695110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/02/haicai-aps-chuva.html' title='Haicai - &quot;após a chuva&quot;'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R6nYaQIldcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G-vasEtf2SM/s72-c/haicai-aposachuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-389392312814436181</id><published>2008-01-29T14:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:04:39.022-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haicai - "Calor à vista"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R59rIgIldbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zzOGjh3eLlU/s1600-h/haicai-sapo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160961491798947250" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R59rIgIldbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zzOGjh3eLlU/s400/haicai-sapo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R59qAQIldaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EIk0fkesd4w/s1600-h/haicai-sapo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em forma de texto, apenas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;na piscina suja&lt;br /&gt;um sapo se refresca.&lt;br /&gt;calor à vista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ailton bedani - jan/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-389392312814436181?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/389392312814436181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=389392312814436181' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/389392312814436181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/389392312814436181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/01/haicai-salto-olmpico-ailton-bedani.html' title='Haicai - &quot;Calor à vista&quot;'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R59rIgIldbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zzOGjh3eLlU/s72-c/haicai-sapo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-5030607129224875552</id><published>2008-01-12T13:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:43:23.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haicai - "Gotas d´água" - Nancy Romanelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R4jfyRlyyjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Y5Exq9xxLnU/s1600-h/intervales3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R4jfyRlyyjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Y5Exq9xxLnU/s400/intervales3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154615828333906482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotas d´água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;brincam na piscina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É a chuva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nancy Romanelli - &lt;/strong&gt;jan/2008&lt;br /&gt;[+ produções no &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.org2.com.br/nancy"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; da poetisa]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-5030607129224875552?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/5030607129224875552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=5030607129224875552' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5030607129224875552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5030607129224875552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2008/01/haicai-gotas-dgua-nancy-romanelli.html' title='Haicai - &quot;Gotas d´água&quot; - Nancy Romanelli'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R4jfyRlyyjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Y5Exq9xxLnU/s72-c/intervales3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-7200895572755109156</id><published>2007-12-31T16:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:43:29.064-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia - "Solidão marítima" - Nancy Romanelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3k3TK_txLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dWuBzLFsDr0/s1600-h/solidaomaritima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150208451383510194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3k3TK_txLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dWuBzLFsDr0/s400/solidaomaritima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em forma de texto, apenas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão Marítima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Esse meu pensamento marítimo...&lt;br /&gt;Povoado por praias e ilhas distantes&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais chegarei a habitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Essa minha vida oceânica...&lt;br /&gt;Vida Mediterrânica e Pacífica&lt;br /&gt;Habitada por desejos cortados pela linha do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Esse infinito limite entre céu e mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Essa minha solidão marítima...&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de baias, golfos e estreitos&lt;br /&gt;Misteriosa como as águas do Índico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como navegador que não sou&lt;br /&gt;Com os instrumentos que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Sigo vagando em minha nau errante&lt;br /&gt;Avistando praias e ilhas distantes&lt;br /&gt;E povoando minha fantasia de possibilidades e sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Qual o quê...&lt;br /&gt;As praias e ilhas não têm cais nem porto&lt;br /&gt;Belas e solitárias praias e ilhas&lt;br /&gt;Que vivem sempre a habitar esse meu pensamento marítimo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nancy Romanelli - &lt;/strong&gt;28.12.02&lt;br /&gt;[+ produções no &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)" href="http://www.org2.com.br/nancy"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; da poetisa]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-7200895572755109156?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/7200895572755109156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=7200895572755109156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/7200895572755109156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/7200895572755109156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/12/poesia-solido-martima-nancy-romanelli.html' title='Poesia - &quot;Solidão marítima&quot; - Nancy Romanelli'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3k3TK_txLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dWuBzLFsDr0/s72-c/solidaomaritima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-8443447243867108895</id><published>2007-12-29T18:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:05:22.954-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haicai - "Chuva de verão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3axpK_txKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tFJ8b9YGVsE/s1600-h/chuvadeverao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149498544829088930" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3axpK_txKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tFJ8b9YGVsE/s400/chuvadeverao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em forma de texto, apenas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuva de verão.&lt;br /&gt;narinas vibram&lt;br /&gt;com o cheiro da terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ailton bedani - dez/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-8443447243867108895?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/8443447243867108895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=8443447243867108895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/8443447243867108895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/8443447243867108895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/12/haikai-chuva-de-vero-ailton-bedani.html' title='Haicai - &quot;Chuva de verão&quot;'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3axpK_txKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tFJ8b9YGVsE/s72-c/chuvadeverao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-2647222807456550575</id><published>2007-12-29T15:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:06:09.610-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia - "O rio à noite é um haicai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3aJP6_txJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JMSUaYNTthk/s1600-h/riohaikai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3aJP6_txJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JMSUaYNTthk/s400/riohaikai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149454130572280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em forma de texto, apenas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o rio à noite é um haicai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;peixes noturnos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qual é o seu metabolismo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abaixo do espelho frio?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;anoréxicas cobras d’água −&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no místico escuro &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocês são ninjas? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;névoa, tão alva e medieval.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o teu combustível&lt;br /&gt;que inflama o breu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;sereníssimo buda&lt;br /&gt;que do barco mira o negrume,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responda rápido: como se acende a luz de si mesmo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 110%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;em gélido e uterino espaço sideral&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vejo-me flutuando em canoa cósmica. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que matei um johnny walker? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;"&gt;ailton bedani - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;"&gt;21.09.04&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-2647222807456550575?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/2647222807456550575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=2647222807456550575' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2647222807456550575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2647222807456550575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/12/em-forma-de-texto-apenas-o-rio-noite-um.html' title='Poesia - &quot;O rio à noite é um haicai'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3aJP6_txJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JMSUaYNTthk/s72-c/riohaikai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-4349744939629875099</id><published>2007-12-29T15:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T15:44:57.564-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia - "Entrelinhas" - Nancy Romanelli (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3aGoq_txII/AAAAAAAAAFw/hPEfdKAnaFo/s1600-h/ENTRELINHAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3aGoq_txII/AAAAAAAAAFw/hPEfdKAnaFo/s400/ENTRELINHAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451257239159938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na forma de texto, apenas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENTRELINHAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre o suspiro fustigante da lua&lt;br /&gt;O circundar sitiante da terra&lt;br /&gt;O arcabouço postural e imperioso das copas das árvores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Entre o abrasante e incinerante filamento solar&lt;br /&gt;          O sibilar das sonatas entoadas pela brisa&lt;br /&gt;          O voluptuoso e pictórico espaço sideral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Está o teu sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre mim&lt;br /&gt;           Entrelinhas&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto&lt;br /&gt;           Entre tantos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy Romanelli - 12.11.02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[+  produções no&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.org2.com.br/nancy"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; da  poetisa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-4349744939629875099?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/4349744939629875099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=4349744939629875099' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4349744939629875099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4349744939629875099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/12/poesia-entrelinhas-nancy-romanelli-2.html' title='Poesia - &quot;Entrelinhas&quot; - Nancy Romanelli (2)'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3aGoq_txII/AAAAAAAAAFw/hPEfdKAnaFo/s72-c/ENTRELINHAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-787659335492201157</id><published>2007-12-26T22:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:00:13.372-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia - Trecho de "Axioma" - Orides Fontela</title><content type='html'>o espelho dissolve&lt;br /&gt;o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o espelho aprofunda&lt;br /&gt;o enigma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o espelho devora&lt;br /&gt;a face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Trecho do poema &lt;em&gt;Axioma&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;de Orides Fontela (1940-1998)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-787659335492201157?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/787659335492201157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=787659335492201157' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/787659335492201157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/787659335492201157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/12/poesia-axioma-orides-fontela.html' title='Poesia - Trecho de &quot;Axioma&quot; - Orides Fontela'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-1346077325735533634</id><published>2007-12-26T22:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:34:06.082-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase de Nietzsche (1)</title><content type='html'>"Ninguém pode construir em teu lugar as pontes que precisarás passar, para atravessar o rio da vida - ninguém, exceto tu, só tu. Existem, por certo, atalhos sem números, e pontes, e semideuses que se oferecerão para levar-te além do rio; mas isso te custaria a tua própria pessoa; tu te hipotecarias e te perderias. Existe no mundo um único caminho por onde só tu podes passar. Onde leva? Não perguntes, segue-o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/em&gt; (1844-1900)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.org2.com.br/Nietzsche2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.org2.com.br/Nietzsche2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem disponível em http://www.org2.com.br/nietzsche.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-1346077325735533634?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/1346077325735533634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=1346077325735533634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1346077325735533634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1346077325735533634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/12/frase-de-nietzsche-1.html' title='Frase de Nietzsche (1)'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-1697722685914668080</id><published>2007-12-26T20:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:49:28.196-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia - "Lição da chuva" - Nancy Romanelli (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3Zq1q_txHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2Pfgp2_iPkM/s1600-h/licaodachuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3Zq1q_txHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2Pfgp2_iPkM/s400/licaodachuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149420694251881586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na forma de texto, apenas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lição da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aprendi com a gota&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na gruta oca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que de tão santa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fez gota leve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gota livre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gota a gota&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;desabei com o vento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da nuvem calma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que de tão densa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verteu água&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verteu ventre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verteu alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;evaporei com a onda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tempo escasso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que de tão pouco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vagou cedo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vagou todo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vagou louco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deslizei no espaço, escorri&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desabei, caí&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soltei alma destilada ao relento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revivi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cíclica&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decantada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do nascedouro à nascente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy Romanelli - 25.04.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[+ produções  no&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.org2.com.br/nancy"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; da poetisa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-1697722685914668080?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/1697722685914668080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=1697722685914668080' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1697722685914668080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1697722685914668080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/12/poesia-lio-da-chuva-nancy-romanelli-1_26.html' title='Poesia - &quot;Lição da chuva&quot; - Nancy Romanelli (1)'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/R3Zq1q_txHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2Pfgp2_iPkM/s72-c/licaodachuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-5910350099739060399</id><published>2007-05-25T09:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:00:38.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos (3 - 4 - 5) Das formas de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RlbomeNCzyI/AAAAAAAAADI/o4Q7QjZByV8/s1600-h/deep3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RlbomeNCzyI/AAAAAAAAADI/o4Q7QjZByV8/s400/deep3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068494178292518690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RlboPONCzxI/AAAAAAAAADA/j5U25Yya3TQ/s1600-h/deep4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RlboPONCzxI/AAAAAAAAADA/j5U25Yya3TQ/s400/deep4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068493778860560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Rlbhs-NCzwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2r7omJ9mStg/s1600-h/hadd_1636_72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Rlbhs-NCzwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2r7omJ9mStg/s400/hadd_1636_72.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068486593380273922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Monstros marinhos, fósseis vivos e seres fluorescentes que habitam as partes mais profundas do oceano podem ser vistos pela primeira vez em imagens  registradas pela jornalista e cineasta francesa Claire Nouvian.&lt;br /&gt;Graças ao avanço tecnológico nas câmeras, luzes e fotografia digital, ela conseguiu revelar em detalhes sua jornada pelo escuro leito do oceano, em profundidades que chegam a 7 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; O resultado do trabalho está no livro &lt;i&gt;The Deep&lt;/i&gt;, lançado este mês no Reino Unido e nos Estados Unidos. São 220 fotografias de seres bizarros e surpreendentes, acompanhadas de textos escritos pelos maiores especialistas em oceano profundo no mundo. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mundo desconhecido &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os oceanos oferecem 99% do espaço onde a vida pode se desenvolver na Terra e o oceano profundo, imerso na escuridão, ocupa 85% dos mares, formando um dos maiores e mais desconhecidos habitats do planeta. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; As estimativas atuais do número de espécies a serem descobertas variam entre dez e trinta milhões.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; No livro &lt;i&gt;The Deep&lt;/i&gt;, Craig M. Young, do Oregon Institute of Marine Biology, escreve que a diversidade biológica no leito do oceano "pode exceder aquela da Floresta Amazônica e da Grande Barreira de Corais juntas". &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas apesar das imagens reveladoras e surpreendentes da publicação, apenas 5% do leito do oceano já foram mapeados com algum detalhe, o que deixa muito trabalho para a próxima geração de exploradores marinhos."&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Terra (http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/interna/0,,OI1641355-EI8145,00.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;              &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-5910350099739060399?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/5910350099739060399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=5910350099739060399' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5910350099739060399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5910350099739060399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/05/das-formas-de-vida-3.html' title='Fotos (3 - 4 - 5) Das formas de vida'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RlbomeNCzyI/AAAAAAAAADI/o4Q7QjZByV8/s72-c/deep3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-2238570818795335397</id><published>2007-05-16T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:27:24.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagem (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkufSONCzvI/AAAAAAAAACw/ooWXp1E8d4M/s1600-h/wreich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065317341307522802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkufSONCzvI/AAAAAAAAACw/ooWXp1E8d4M/s400/wreich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida brota a partir de milhares de fontes vibrantes, entrega-se a todos que a agarram, recusa-se a ser expressa em frases tediosas, aceita apenas ações transparentes, palavras verdadeiras e o prazer do amor (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase extraída de um dos diários publicados de Reich: &lt;em&gt;Beyond Psychology: Letters and Journals 1934-1939 &lt;/em&gt;(Ed. Farrar Straus &amp;amp; Giroux, 1994).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-2238570818795335397?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/2238570818795335397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=2238570818795335397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2238570818795335397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2238570818795335397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/05/frase-extrada-de-um-dos-dirios.html' title='Imagem (2)'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkufSONCzvI/AAAAAAAAACw/ooWXp1E8d4M/s72-c/wreich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-6831899467111215768</id><published>2007-05-16T20:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:47:46.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema-Imagem (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkuWwONCzuI/AAAAAAAAACo/ahbCF64vgBw/s1600-h/ribeirocouto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065307961098948322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkuWwONCzuI/AAAAAAAAACo/ahbCF64vgBw/s400/ribeirocouto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAIS MATUTINO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mercado do peixe, mercado da aurora:&lt;br /&gt;Cantigas, apelos, pregões e risadas&lt;br /&gt;À proa dos barcos que chegam de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordames e redes dormindo no fundo&lt;br /&gt;À popa estendidas, as velas molhadas&lt;br /&gt;Foi noite de chuva nos mares do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pureza do largo, pureza da aurora.&lt;br /&gt;Há viscos de sangue no solo da feira.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse um barco, partiria agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O longe que aspiro no vento salgado&lt;br /&gt;Tem gosto de um corpo que cintila e cheira&lt;br /&gt;Para mim sozinho, num mar ignorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ribeiro Couto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribeiro Couto foi jornalista, magistrado, diplomata, poeta, contista e romancista. Nasceu em Santos, SP, em 12 de março de 1898, e faleceu em Paris, França, em 30 de maio de 1963.&lt;br /&gt;Mais dados biográficos: &lt;a href="http://www.academia.org.br/abl/cgi/cgilua.exe/sys/start.htm?sid=263"&gt;http://www.academia.org.br/abl/cgi/cgilua.exe/sys/start.htm?sid=263&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-6831899467111215768?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/6831899467111215768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=6831899467111215768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/6831899467111215768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/6831899467111215768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/05/poema-imagem-1.html' title='Poema-Imagem (1)'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkuWwONCzuI/AAAAAAAAACo/ahbCF64vgBw/s72-c/ribeirocouto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-6729182491132934727</id><published>2007-05-14T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:02:20.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagem (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkiBhyDdODI/AAAAAAAAACg/Y-l-xxPbgEw/s1600-h/orgonomes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064440198350059570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkiBhyDdODI/AAAAAAAAACg/Y-l-xxPbgEw/s400/orgonomes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mais informações sobre as formas esboçadas na figura acima, no artigo &lt;em&gt;A função orgonome&lt;/em&gt;, disponível em &lt;a href="http://www.org2.com.br/aviso.htm"&gt;http://www.org2.com.br/aviso.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mais fotos e imagens, em &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8181918@N04/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/8181918@N04/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-6729182491132934727?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/6729182491132934727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=6729182491132934727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/6729182491132934727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/6729182491132934727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/05/funo-orgonome.html' title='Imagem (1)'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RkiBhyDdODI/AAAAAAAAACg/Y-l-xxPbgEw/s72-c/orgonomes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-1799839792634875692</id><published>2007-04-16T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:43:51.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto (2) - Das formas de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RiO1iXXTpII/AAAAAAAAACM/hWwZzy01frU/s1600-h/1_physonect_siphonophore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054082808831779970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RiO1iXXTpII/AAAAAAAAACM/hWwZzy01frU/s400/1_physonect_siphonophore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A physonect siphonophore, Marrus sp.,photographed during NOAA's Arctic "Hidden Ocean" expeditionin support of the Census of Marine Life.&lt;br&gt; ©2005, Kevin Raskoff.&lt;br&gt;Foto ampliada (arquivo "zipado"):&lt;a href="http://www.coml.org/medres/high2005/7eh.zip"&gt;http://www.coml.org/medres/high2005/7eh.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Outras imagens de The Census of Marine Life: &lt;a href="http://www.coml.org/medres/high2005/highlightimages.htm"&gt;http://www.coml.org/medres/high2005/highlightimages.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-1799839792634875692?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/1799839792634875692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=1799839792634875692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1799839792634875692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1799839792634875692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/04/foto-2-das-formas-de-vida.html' title='Foto (2) - Das formas de vida'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RiO1iXXTpII/AAAAAAAAACM/hWwZzy01frU/s72-c/1_physonect_siphonophore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-1838867316766104413</id><published>2007-04-16T12:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:34:55.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto (1) - Das insanidades crônicas do capital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RiOzhHXTpGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uvbbb2ydQsM/s1600-h/Ant%C3%B4nio+Gaud%C3%A9rio-Folha+Online-090307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054080588333687906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RiOzhHXTpGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uvbbb2ydQsM/s400/Ant%C3%B4nio+Gaud%C3%A9rio-Folha+Online-090307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RiOtbXXTpFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Ue_ZTbqJ20/s1600-h/Ant%C3%B4nio+Gaud%C3%A9rio-Folha+Online-090307.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.03.07 &lt;br&gt; Na zona leste de São Paulo, crianças que trabalham na rua acenam à limusine em que se encontra Bush. &lt;br&gt; Autor da foto: Antônio Gaudério/"Folha Online".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-1838867316766104413?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/1838867316766104413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=1838867316766104413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1838867316766104413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/1838867316766104413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/04/foto-1_16.html' title='Foto (1) - Das insanidades crônicas do capital'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/RiOzhHXTpGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uvbbb2ydQsM/s72-c/Ant%C3%B4nio+Gaud%C3%A9rio-Folha+Online-090307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-2425125295326083063</id><published>2007-04-16T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:59:34.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase (1) - Distanciância</title><content type='html'>DISTANCIÂNSIA&lt;br /&gt;"Mas, o que se mostrava a princípio exigência pacífica, ia-se tornando energia enorme de direção, futurativa, distanciânsia -- a fome espacial dos sufocados".&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães Rosa (&lt;em&gt;Ave, Palavra&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-2425125295326083063?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/2425125295326083063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=2425125295326083063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2425125295326083063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/2425125295326083063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/04/frase-1.html' title='Frase (1) - Distanciância'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-5765188645994177933</id><published>2007-04-16T12:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:18:15.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Charge (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.juniao.com.br/weblog/archives/herzog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.juniao.com.br/weblog/archives/herzog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Autor da charge: Junião&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho recebeu "Menção Honrosa", na categoria "Arte", no XXVIII Prêmio Jornalístico Vladimir Herzog de Anistia e Direitos Humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juniao.com.br/weblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.juniao.com.br/weblog/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-5765188645994177933?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/5765188645994177933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=5765188645994177933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5765188645994177933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5765188645994177933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/04/autor-da-charge-junioo-trabalho-recebeu.html' title='Charge (1)'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-4487289998643727816</id><published>2007-03-06T02:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:43:12.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rilke-Pantera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Re0G2Jz6NjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tz0UPHPlBF0/s1600-h/pantera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038691085513799218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Re0G2Jz6NjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tz0UPHPlBF0/s320/pantera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerado um dos mais expressivos poetas modernos da literatura alemã, Rainer Maria Rilke nasceu em 04/12/1875, em Praga (que era então capital da Boêmia e fazia parte do Império Austro-Húngaro) e morreu em 29/12/1926, em Val-Mont (Suíça).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1903, Rilke escreveu um poema que se tornaria famoso, &lt;em&gt;Der Panther&lt;/em&gt; ("A pantera"), transcrito logo abaixo em duas versões para o português: uma, de Augusto de Campos; outra, de Geir Campos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denso e imagético, o consagrado poema aponta, entre outros aspectos, para a questão do sujeito encarcerado em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O indivíduo preso dentro de si próprio, simultaneamente enjaulado e desesperado por se expandir e se afirmar nos campos intelectual, afetivo e sexual, representa uma difícil condição existencial que foi amplamente analisada pelo médico e cientista natural Wilhelm Reich (1897-1957).&lt;br /&gt;Encouraçamento foi o termo que Reich utilizou para indicar o enrijecimento crônico, automatizado e repetitivo que limita a potência "vida". Submetido às intempéries de um sistema econômico desumano e aos corrosivos valores de uma cultura patriarcal que pouca atenção dá à vida-potência, o indivíduo vê-se, freqüentemente, diante de dolorosos e complexos dilemas existenciais. A solução, muitas vezes, é o amortecimento; no entanto, tal anestesiamento, de acordo com a teoria reichiana, acaba impondo limites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, também,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; às capacidades pessoais de sentir prazer e raciocinar de forma crítica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amparado em grande quantidade de descobertas, Reich, na maturidade de sua obra, publicou uma hipótese sobre a origem do processo de encouraçamento: o núcleo da couraça humana, cogitou o autor em &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cosmic superimposition&lt;/span&gt; (1951), talvez seja constituído por uma milenar disfunção de caráter meta-perceptivo (o "susto" paralisante que nossos ancestrais teriam vivenciado ao "perceberem que percebem"). Mas, para o cientista austro-húngaro, tal suposição sobre a primitiva origem da couraça não invalidava o fato de que as sociedades autoritárias, com suas práticas repressivas e seus valores anti-vida, continuamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perpetuam o processo de encouraçamento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebatendo críticas que apontavam-no como um hedonista ingênuo, Reich fez uma elucidativa ponderação em &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The function of the orgasm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sua autobiografia científica de 1942&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: "Fui acusado de ser um utópico, de querer eliminar o desprazer do mundo e defender apenas o prazer. Contudo, tenho declarado claramente que a educação tradicional torna as pessoas incapazes para o prazer encouraçando-as contra o desprazer. Prazer e alegria de viver são inconcebíveis sem luta, experiências dolorosas e embates desagradáveis consigo mesmo. [...] A capacidade de suportar o desprazer e a dor sem se tornar amargurado e sem se refugiar na rigidez, anda de mãos dadas com a capacidade de aceitar a felicidade e dar amor". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reich tinha plena consciência, porém, que não é tarefa simples "suportar o desprazer e a dor sem se tornar amargurado e sem se refugiar na rigidez". E se dedicou, por quase quarenta anos, à busca de soluções clínicas, pedagógicas e sociológicas para o problema da "resignação" humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando a Rilke: fazendo uso daquela força estética tão específica que reconfigura e condensa signos (força essa que, muitas vezes, só o fazer artístico dispõe), o poeta, a meu ver, descreveu de forma contundente, em &lt;em&gt;A pantera&lt;/em&gt;, o enjaulamento de si mesmo. Trata-se certamente de poema que, como toda grande obra, suscita as mais diversas interpretações; mas os movimentos e expressões da pantera de Rilke não deixam dúvidas quanto ao isolamento, a prisão interior, a solidão e, até mesmo, a resignação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uma imagem vale, às vezes, por mil palavras, uma pequena quantidade de palavras também pode, em alguns momentos, oferecer uma síntese conceitual única.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A pantera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é um bom exemplo disso: nesse trabalho de alta densidade poética é viável identificar uma tradução literária do fenômeno "encouraçamento", descrito por Reich de um ponto de vista científico. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciência e Literatura apresentam, em minha opinião, linguagens e modos expressivos distintos, por mais que certas tendências "pós-modernas" insistam em querer destruir as barreiras que separam as duas disciplinas; infelizmente, tais propostas de "desconstrução" não levam em conta os perigos sociais e epistemológicos que os rompimentos simplistas de fronteiras acarretam.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, Arte e Ciência podem verdadeiramente se comunicar; senão vejamos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PANTERA&lt;br /&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;(Trad. Augusto de Campos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No Jardin des Plantes, Paris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tanto olhar as grades seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;esmoreceu e nada mais aferra.&lt;br /&gt;Como se houvesse só grades na terra:&lt;br /&gt;grades, apenas grades para olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A onda andante e flexível do seu vulto&lt;br /&gt;em círculos concêntricos decresce,&lt;br /&gt;dança de força em torno a um ponto oculto&lt;br /&gt;no qual um grande impulso se arrefece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando o fecho da pupila&lt;br /&gt;se abre em silêncio. Uma imagem, então,&lt;br /&gt;na tensa paz dos músculos se instila&lt;br /&gt;para morrer no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A PANTERA&lt;br /&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;(Trad. Geir Campos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No Jardin des Plantes, Paris)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varando a grade, a nada mais se agarra&lt;br /&gt;o olhar tomado de um torpor profundo:&lt;br /&gt;para ela é como se houvesse mil barras&lt;br /&gt;e, atrás dessas mil barras, nenhum mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu firme andar de passos gráceis, dentro&lt;br /&gt;dum círculo talvez muito apertado,&lt;br /&gt;é uma dança de força em cujo centro&lt;br /&gt;ergue-se um grande anseio atordoado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De raro em raro, só, o véu das pupilas&lt;br /&gt;abre-se sem ruído — e deixa entrar&lt;br /&gt;a imagem, que sobe, pelas tranqüilas&lt;br /&gt;patas, ao coração, para aí ficar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Espaço ORG2, há uma página que apresenta o texto original de &lt;em&gt;Der Panther&lt;/em&gt; e, também, traduções do poema para o português, espanhol, francês e inglês; "A pantera multilíngüe" está disponível em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.org2.com.br/rilke-pantera.htm"&gt;http://www.org2.com.br/rilke-pantera.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-4487289998643727816?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/4487289998643727816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=4487289998643727816' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4487289998643727816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/4487289998643727816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/03/considerado-um-dos-mais-expressivos.html' title='Rilke-Pantera'/><author><name>A. B.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Re0G2Jz6NjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tz0UPHPlBF0/s72-c/pantera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20669590.post-5080202432387211090</id><published>2007-03-03T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:53:20.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaváfis-Ítaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Rex_qJX7TTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fwLc_gkQuzs/s1600-h/kavafis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038542445168250162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Rex_qJX7TTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fwLc_gkQuzs/s320/kavafis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Rex-OJX7TRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wRQ_tVcgBhM/s1600-h/kavafis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YneN8kV-GK8/Rex94pX7TQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oTf_B15u188/s1600-h/kavafis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tido como um dos mais importantes poetas de língua grega do século passado, Konstantinos Kaváfis (1863-1933) nasceu e faleceu em Alexandria (Egito). Kaváfis, de acordo com os organizadores de sua obra, deixou "apenas" 154 poemas concluídos, entre eles, &lt;em&gt;Ítaca&lt;/em&gt;, inserido logo abaixo, em tradução publicada recentemente por Ísis Borges da Fonseca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrito em 1911, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ítaca&lt;/span&gt; pode ser visto como um poema que aborda, de forma delicada e tocante, as vicissitudes da jornada existencial, a "fenomenologia" do movimento humano de busca, a tensão que se estabelece entre o "aqui-agora" e as metas projetadas no futuro. Talvez caiba afirmar, ainda, que esse escrito de Kaváfis é um verdadeiro "refresco" para esse séc. XXI, marcado por pressões cada vez mais urgentes. Mas essas são, apenas, algumas possíveis interpretações de um poema que, por ser uma obra-prima, tem a capacidade caleidoscópica de produzir, continuamente, novos entendimentos, novas significações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÍTACA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Konstantinos Kaváfis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando partires em viagem para Ítaca&lt;br /&gt;faz votos para que seja longo o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;pleno de aventuras, pleno de conhecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Os Lestrigões e os Ciclopes,&lt;br /&gt;o feroz Poseidon, não os temas,&lt;br /&gt;tais seres em teu caminho jamais encontrarás,&lt;br /&gt;se teu pensamento é elevado, se rara&lt;br /&gt;emoção aflora teu espírito e teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Os Lestrigões e os Ciclopes,&lt;br /&gt;O irascível Poseidon, não os encontrarás,&lt;br /&gt;Se não os levas em tua alma,&lt;br /&gt;Se tua alma não os ergue diante de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz votos de que seja longo o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Que numerosas sejam as manhãs estivais,&lt;br /&gt;nas quais, com que prazer, com que alegria,&lt;br /&gt;entrarás em portos vistos pela primeira vez;&lt;br /&gt;pára em mercados fenícios&lt;br /&gt;e adquire as belas mercadorias,&lt;br /&gt;nácares e corais, âmbares e ébanos&lt;br /&gt;e perfumes voluptuosos de toda espécie,&lt;br /&gt;e a maior quantidade possível de voluptuosos perfumes;&lt;br /&gt;vai a numerosas cidades egípcias,&lt;br /&gt;aprende, aprende sem cessar dos instruídos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarda sempre Ítaca em teu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;É teu destino aí chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não apresses absolutamente tua viagem.&lt;br /&gt;É melhor que dure muitos anos&lt;br /&gt;e que, já velho, ancores na ilha,&lt;br /&gt;rico com tudo que ganhaste no caminho,&lt;br /&gt;sem esperar que Ítaca te dê riqueza.&lt;br /&gt;Ítaca deu-te a bela viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela não te porias no caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais tem a dar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora a encontres pobre, Ítaca não te enganou.&lt;br /&gt;Sábio assim te tornaste, com tanta experiência,&lt;br /&gt;já deves ter compreendido o que significam as Ítacas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1911&lt;br /&gt;(Trad.: Ísis Borges da Fonseca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os 154 poemas que Kaváfis finalizou podem ser encontrados, em português, na cuidadosa edição bilíngue: &lt;em&gt;Poemas de K. Kaváfis&lt;/em&gt; - Tradução, estudo e notas de Ísis Borges da Fonseca. São Paulo: Odysseus Editora, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma página do Espaço ORG2, reuni outras traduções de &lt;em&gt;Ítaca&lt;/em&gt; para o português e, também, para o espanhol, inglês, italiano e francês. “Ítaca Multilingüe” está disponível em &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.org2.com.br/kavafis.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.org2.com.br/kavafis.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível, ainda, ouvir o próprio Kaváfis declamando &lt;em&gt;Ítaca&lt;/em&gt;; o arquivo de som pode ser acessado em &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.hol.gr/~barbanis/cavafy/Cavafy-Ithaca.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://users.hol.gr/~barbanis/cavafy/Cavafy-Ithaca.mp3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20669590-5080202432387211090?l=org2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/feeds/5080202432387211090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20669590&amp;postID=5080202432387211090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5080202432387211090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20669590/posts/default/5080202432387211090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://org2.blogspot.com/2007/03/tido-como-um-dos-mais-importantes.html' title='Kaváfis-Ítaca'/><author><name>A. 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