<?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-20636521</id><updated>2011-12-09T15:59:30.218Z</updated><category term='Victor L.'/><category term='estúdios fotográficos'/><category term='Dominguez Alvarez'/><category term='Carlos M. 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Lazarus'/><category term='[citações 11-20]'/><category term='Annette Messager'/><category term='José Gil'/><category term='José Pedro Croft'/><category term='Manuel Zimbro'/><category term='Pablo Picasso'/><category term='Herberto Helder'/><category term='Edward Steichen'/><category term='Madona'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='globalização'/><category term='Dalila Rodrigues'/><category term='Rosalia de Castro'/><category term='exposições'/><title type='text'>ultraperiférico</title><subtitle type='html'>"O universal é o local sem paredes"  (M.Torga)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3232718541733121733</id><published>2011-11-24T09:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:35:41.604Z</updated><title type='text'>"Um rumo novo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTqYUTx71vQ/Ts4O1uAvsgI/AAAAAAAAE0s/WG6ahs8Km70/s1600/helenaAlmeida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTqYUTx71vQ/Ts4O1uAvsgI/AAAAAAAAE0s/WG6ahs8Km70/s400/helenaAlmeida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678492496207786498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Este é o momento de mobilizar os cidadãos de esquerda que se revêem na  justiça social e no aprofundamento democrático como forma de combater a  crise.&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos assistir impávidos à escalada da anarquia financeira  internacional e ao desmantelamento dos estados que colocam em causa a  sobrevivência da União Europeia.&lt;br /&gt;A UE acordou tarde para a resolução da crise monetária, financeira e  política em que está mergulhada. Porém, sem a resolução política dos  problemas europeus, dificilmente Portugal e os outros Estados retomarão o  caminho de progresso e coesão social. É preciso encontrar um novo  paradigma para a UE.&lt;br /&gt;As correntes trabalhistas, socialistas e sociais-democratas adeptas da  3ª via, bem como a democracia cristã, foram colonizadas na viragem do  século pelo situacionismo neo-liberal.&lt;br /&gt;Num momento tão grave como este, é decisivo promover a reconciliação dos  cidadãos com a política, clarificar o papel dos poderes públicos e do  Estado que deverá estar ao serviço exclusivo do interesse geral.&lt;br /&gt;Os obscuros jogos do capital podem fazer desaparecer a própria  democracia, como reconheceu a Igreja. Com efeito, a destruição e o caos  que os mercados financeiros mundiais têm produzido nos últimos tempos  são inquietantes para a liberdade e a democracia. O recente recurso a  governos tecnocratas na Grécia e na Itália exemplifica os perigos que  alguns regimes democráticos podem correr na actual emergência. Ora a UE  só se pode fazer e refazer assente na legitimidade e na força da  soberania popular e do regular funcionamento das instituições  democráticas.&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos saudar democraticamente a chamada “rua árabe” e temer as  nossas próprias ruas e praças. Até porque há muita gente aflita entre  nós: os desempregados desamparados, a velhice digna ameaçada, os  trabalhadores cada vez mais precários, a juventude sem perspectivas e empurrada para emigrar. Toda essa multidão de aflitos  e de indignados espera uma alternativa inovadora que só a esquerda  democrática pode oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Em termos mais concretos, temos de denunciar a imposição da política de  privatizações a efectuar num calendário adverso e que não percebe que  certas empresas públicas têm uma importância estratégica fundamental  para a soberania. Da mesma maneira, o recuo civilizacional na prestação  de serviços públicos essenciais, em particular na saúde, educação,  protecção social e dignidade no trabalho é inaceitável. Pugnamos ainda  pela defesa do ambiente que tanto tem sido descurado.&lt;br /&gt;Os signatários opõem-se a políticas de austeridade que acrescentem desemprego e recessão, sufocando a recuperação da economia.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse sentido, apelamos à participação política e cívica dos cidadãos  que se revêem nestes ideais, e à sua mobilização na construção de um  novo paradigma”.&lt;br /&gt;Mário Soares&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Moreira&lt;br /&gt;Joana Amaral Dias&lt;br /&gt;José Medeiros Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;Mário Ruivo&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Adão e Silva&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Delgado Alves&lt;br /&gt;Vasco Vieira de Almeida&lt;br /&gt;Vitor Ramalho&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, 23 de Novembro de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Helena Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n. 1934), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ouve-me, &lt;/span&gt;1979&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3232718541733121733?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3232718541733121733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3232718541733121733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3232718541733121733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3232718541733121733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-rumo-novo.html' title='&quot;Um rumo novo&quot;'/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTqYUTx71vQ/Ts4O1uAvsgI/AAAAAAAAE0s/WG6ahs8Km70/s72-c/helenaAlmeida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2317380441034572626</id><published>2011-03-30T10:47:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:09:53.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NÓS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ib4AGrjgPvA/TZL9CWEBZMI/AAAAAAAAE0c/17G-FAY8u6o/s1600/L.F..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ib4AGrjgPvA/TZL9CWEBZMI/AAAAAAAAE0c/17G-FAY8u6o/s400/L.F..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589808304244221122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Últimos dias para ver "nós" de &lt;a href="http://www.luisaferreira.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Luísa Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,  até 2 de Abril na &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Galeria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://pente10.com/site.html"&gt;Pente 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;O projecto "nós", que inclui fotografias realizadas nos últimos cinco anos, apresenta-se como um trabalho em torno da relação, por vezes insólita, do 'nosso' corpo com a natureza. As personagens e a sua presença encenada na multiplicidade dos lugares, nunca nos remete para o retrato. É sempre de paisagem que se trata, mas de paisagem habitada por gente como nós, ou por vezes também pelas marcas e vestígios da presença humana na paisagem. A não perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Luísa Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n. 1961), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S/título &lt;/span&gt;(série "nós"), 2009.&lt;br /&gt;(click sobre a imagem para ampliar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[R]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2317380441034572626?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2317380441034572626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2317380441034572626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2317380441034572626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2317380441034572626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2011/03/nos-ultimos-dias-para-ver-nos-de-luisa.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ib4AGrjgPvA/TZL9CWEBZMI/AAAAAAAAE0c/17G-FAY8u6o/s72-c/L.F..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8943605092423660375</id><published>2011-03-23T22:57:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:28:56.815Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ungWcXbKs64/TYqFOblpimI/AAAAAAAAE0U/XJ9uvz4uUvU/s1600/Qu%25C3%25ADntuplo%2Bretrato%2Bde%2Bhomem-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 518px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ungWcXbKs64/TYqFOblpimI/AAAAAAAAE0U/XJ9uvz4uUvU/s400/Qu%25C3%25ADntuplo%2Bretrato%2Bde%2Bhomem-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587424770676853346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PF#17] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portugal encavacado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto muito dos passos do coelho. Eu gosto muito das portas do paulo. Eu gosto muito do governo e do desgoverno. E eu tenho muita pena do cavaco quando ele fica encavacado e até quando ele faz de conta que gosta muito de todos os portugueses e que está muito preocupado com a gente e com portugal inteiro. Eu quando for crescido também quero ser como ele, um poço de isenção e neutralidade e sentido de estado e assim. Eu gosto muito mas mesmo muito do cavaco, eu adoro ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personagem de Fricção&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8943605092423660375?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8943605092423660375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8943605092423660375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8943605092423660375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8943605092423660375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2011/03/pf17-portugal-encavacado.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ungWcXbKs64/TYqFOblpimI/AAAAAAAAE0U/XJ9uvz4uUvU/s72-c/Qu%25C3%25ADntuplo%2Bretrato%2Bde%2Bhomem-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3163404788050576936</id><published>2011-02-13T14:47:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:05:50.775Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GÉRARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lo61zyD96EQ/TVfwNVMmxKI/AAAAAAAAEzU/ca-5e77NjuM/s1600/Gerard_Castello-Lopes_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 424px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lo61zyD96EQ/TVfwNVMmxKI/AAAAAAAAEzU/ca-5e77NjuM/s400/Gerard_Castello-Lopes_1987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573187175713260706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Queria que as minhas fotografias fossem identificadas e que ao mesmo tempo não significassem nada; que elas transmitissem só uma alegria, um prazer, uma euforia, ou o que eu sinto quando vejo uma grande fotografia, uma espécie de maravilhamento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gérard Castello-Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Gérard Castello-Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;, 'Perto da vista', perto do coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(entrevista a GCL por &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/castello_lopes/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Alexandre Pomar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), Expresso Revista, 15 Dez. 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Gérard Castello-Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1925-2011), Portugal/França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A pedra) Portugal,&lt;/span&gt; 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3163404788050576936?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3163404788050576936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3163404788050576936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3163404788050576936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3163404788050576936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2011/02/gerard-queria-que-as-minhas-fotografias.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lo61zyD96EQ/TVfwNVMmxKI/AAAAAAAAEzU/ca-5e77NjuM/s72-c/Gerard_Castello-Lopes_1987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-1350701112474836838</id><published>2010-12-18T00:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:14:15.752Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 37]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/TQuYHiLrXaI/AAAAAAAAEuE/1MxlvSVF5lI/s1600/Par%2Bde%2Bolhos%252C%2B%2Bsec.%2B5%2Ba.C..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/TQuYHiLrXaI/AAAAAAAAEuE/1MxlvSVF5lI/s400/Par%2Bde%2Bolhos%252C%2B%2Bsec.%2B5%2Ba.C..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551698220866559394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;A vida é o que fazemos dela. As viagens são os viajantes.&lt;br /&gt;O que vemos não é o que vemos, senão o que somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;/span&gt;(1888-1935), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;"Livro do Desassossego"&lt;/span&gt;, por Bernardo Soares, ed. Ática, Lisboa, 1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Escultura (fragmentos) &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anónimo&lt;/span&gt;, Grécia (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Par de olhos, &lt;/span&gt;séc. V a.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, bronze, mármore e outras pedras.&lt;br /&gt;Nova Iorque, Metropolitan Museum of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Memoriam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.R.L. (1916-1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-1350701112474836838?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/1350701112474836838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=1350701112474836838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1350701112474836838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1350701112474836838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2010/12/citacao-37-vida-vida-e-o-que-fazemos.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/TQuYHiLrXaI/AAAAAAAAEuE/1MxlvSVF5lI/s72-c/Par%2Bde%2Bolhos%252C%2B%2Bsec.%2B5%2Ba.C..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-7664799035429784760</id><published>2010-06-01T12:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:11:36.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 36]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O MEU MENINO É D'OIRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/TAUCDh_0RuI/AAAAAAAAEi8/iYTyQWXez2k/s1600/cerejas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 454px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/TAUCDh_0RuI/AAAAAAAAEi8/iYTyQWXez2k/s400/cerejas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477786781454976738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;O meu menino é d'oiro&lt;br /&gt;É d'oiro fino&lt;br /&gt;Não façam caso que é pequenino&lt;br /&gt;O  meu menino é d'oiro&lt;br /&gt;D'oiro fagueiro&lt;br /&gt;Hei-de levá-lo no meu  veleiro. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venham aves do céu&lt;br /&gt;Pousar de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Por sobre os ombros do  meu menino&lt;br /&gt;Do meu menino, do meu menino&lt;br /&gt;Venha comigo venham&lt;br /&gt;Que  eu não vou só&lt;br /&gt;Levo o menino no meu trenó.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citação/Poesia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José Afonso &lt;/span&gt;(1929-1987), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O meu menino é d'oiro, in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;"As Primeiras Canções"&lt;/span&gt;, 1958&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Desenho/Ilustração &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milly Possoz &lt;/span&gt;(1888-1968), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A alegria de saber, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"O Livro da Segunda Classe",&lt;/span&gt;  1958&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-7664799035429784760?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/7664799035429784760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=7664799035429784760&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7664799035429784760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7664799035429784760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2010/06/citacao-36-o-meu-menino-e-doiro-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/TAUCDh_0RuI/AAAAAAAAEi8/iYTyQWXez2k/s72-c/cerejas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8280107294193141343</id><published>2010-03-10T21:43:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:39:36.681Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;À LUZ DA SOMBRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S5gUpBz2BlI/AAAAAAAAEPU/pJRLujC4N4g/s1600-h/LCMZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S5gUpBz2BlI/AAAAAAAAEPU/pJRLujC4N4g/s400/LCMZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126444397692498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourdes Castro e Manuel Zimbro no Museu de Serralves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta exposição reúne antologicamente pela primeira vez os trabalhos de Lourdes Castro e de Manuel Zimbro, companheiros e colaboradores na vida e no trabalho ao longo de mais de três décadas. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lourdes Castro (Madeira, 1930) parte das suas pesquisas sobre a sombra de flores, pessoas e objectos para construir uma obra singular com a qual redefine uma relação da obra de arte com o mundo de que faz parte. Na segunda metade da década de 1970 produz, primeiro com René Bertholo, depois com Manuel Zimbro, um Teatro de Sombras onde junta cenas do quotidiano a outras situações onde o maravilhoso e o fantástico se revelam. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manuel Zimbro (Lisboa, 1944 – Madeira, 2003) apresentou em exposições projectos como “Torrões de Terra” e “História Secreta da Aviação”. Agora, para além destes projectos e das suas colaborações com Lourdes Castro, serão também apresentados pela primeira vez outros trabalhos da sua autoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(João Fernandes, texto da exposição)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. Posts com referências a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/search/label/Lourdes%20Castro/"&gt;Lourdes Castro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/search/label/Manuel%20Zimbro/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Manuel Zimbro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8280107294193141343?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8280107294193141343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8280107294193141343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8280107294193141343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8280107294193141343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2010/03/luz-da-sombra-esta-exposicao-reune.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S5gUpBz2BlI/AAAAAAAAEPU/pJRLujC4N4g/s72-c/LCMZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-248517637225551532</id><published>2010-02-22T23:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:45:59.760Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AS MELHORES IMAGENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S4MWpBs5_dI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/m4u9V8hKGXY/s1600-h/saosebastiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 448px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S4MWpBs5_dI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/m4u9V8hKGXY/s400/saosebastiao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441217668880924114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ilha da Madeira enche telejornais. Na RTP, sábado à noite em directo, João Adelino Faria referia as "melhores imagens" da catástrofe com indisfarçável entusiasmo. Acontece que quaisquer imagens de uma tragédia como a que se abateu sobre os madeirenses, não são nunca as melhores imagens, são sempre as piores.&lt;br /&gt;Serve isto de exemplo para assinalarmos o estado actual do jornalismo televisivo que encara cada tragédia como uma oportunidade para ganhar a guerra das audiências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Escultura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Diogo Pires, o Moço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, (activo 1511-1535), Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;São Sebastião,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; séc. XVI (inícios), Museu de Arte Sacra do Funchal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-248517637225551532?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/248517637225551532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=248517637225551532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/248517637225551532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/248517637225551532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-melhores-imagens-ilha-da-madeira.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S4MWpBs5_dI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/m4u9V8hKGXY/s72-c/saosebastiao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2715993752943518686</id><published>2010-02-12T09:19:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:43:21.409Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CAMPANHA NEGRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S3U_YFowquI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Q1xAEChHN3g/s1600-h/45_Siskind+-+Prazeres+e+terrores+da+levita%C3%A7%C3%A3o+%281%29-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S3U_YFowquI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Q1xAEChHN3g/s400/45_Siskind+-+Prazeres+e+terrores+da+levita%C3%A7%C3%A3o+%281%29-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437321808182291170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sócrates tornou-se o bombo da festa. Entre o indecoroso e o despudorado há jornalistas à direita e à esquerda que já anunciam o fim deste primeiro-ministro para breve. Dizem que há censura, que falta liberdade de imprensa, dizem isto os mesmos jornalistas que estão prontos a proclamar Manuela Moura Guedes como heroína, ou até, quem sabe, um exemplo de imparcialidade jornalística e de resistência à corrupção. Já agora, porque não proclamam o programa "Big Brother", de José Eduardo Moniz, como um exemplo de ética televisiva? Não é verdade que entretenimento e notícia se juntam e confundem nas agendas mediáticas para ganhar audiências e manipular a opinião pública?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quase três anos uma manchete do jornal Semanário apresentava em letras gordas&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/04/7.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tréguas a José Sócrates só vão abrandar durante a presidência da União Europeia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Descrevia esse jornal, um calendário pormenorizado (casos e datas) em que seriam divulgados a conta-gotas os exactos e sucessivos escândalos (já então se mencionava um tal Freeport) envolvendo o primeiro-ministro, familiares (mãe, tios, primos) e amigos seus. Com meses de antecedência, com anos de antecedência, era já possível conhecer o que viria a ser notícia. Dizia-se mesmo, com um descaramento ímpar, que tudo estava devidamente preparado até às eleições, porque era imperioso que Sócrates fosse a votos desgastado. E assim se cumpriu o dito calendário. Mas afinal Sócrates resistiu, voltou a ganhar eleições, e pelos vistos há um novo calendário de ataque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quem não nutre por Sócrates especial simpatia (é o meu caso), e havendo tantos aspectos da política governamental que podiam e deviam ser debatidos ou contestados, não pode deixar de compreender-se que o vale tudo da baixa política (ou do baixo jornalismo) domina os orgãos de informação em Portugal. Sócrates fala em "campanha negra" e, infelizmente, tem razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Aaron Siskind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(1903-1991), EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Terrors and Pleasures of Levitation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;1954&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2715993752943518686?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2715993752943518686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2715993752943518686&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2715993752943518686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2715993752943518686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2010/02/campanha-negra-socrates-tornou-se-o.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S3U_YFowquI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Q1xAEChHN3g/s72-c/45_Siskind+-+Prazeres+e+terrores+da+levita%C3%A7%C3%A3o+%281%29-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8798984237239541541</id><published>2010-01-25T12:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:26:55.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PAULO HENRIQUES (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 339px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S118ozjc7vI/AAAAAAAAECo/HVxxEkwyQ0E/s800/Durer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que conclusões tirar do recente episódio em que Paulo Henriques foi afastado da direcção do MNAA? Tudo leva a crer que se tratou de um processo de afirmação política de Gabriela Canavilhas, visto que não se descortina qual a premência em divulgar uma decisão polémica, exactamente na véspera da apresentação do plano estratégico para os museus. A encenação pública deste caso, que envolveu até o atropelo de algumas regras de cortesia para com Paulo Henriques, fica desde já como marca pouco dignificante de um estilo enviesado de exercício do poder.&lt;br /&gt;E se a ministra pretendeu obter uma maior visibilidade para o seu plano estratégico e simultâneamente criar algum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suspense&lt;/span&gt; em torno do nome do novo director, António Filipe Pimentel, ela acabou justamente por desviar a atenção mediática do que era essencial. O próprio Pimentel, promovido a rosto da mudança, resumiu as coisas com uma expressão sintomática: "ecce homo".&lt;br /&gt;Quem por estes dias voltar a percorrer as salas do MNAA terá oportunidade de verificar o trabalho de valorização museológica já concluído por Paulo Henriques nos sectores de arte estrangeira, trabalho que pelo menos para já, não será continuado nas galerias de pintura e escultura portuguesa, entretanto encerradas para reformulação após a exposição &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Encompassing the Globe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale também a pena referir o modo como os orgãos de informação continuam a tratar aspectos essenciais da vida cultural do país: faz-se notícia apenas do que pode parecer polémico e pouco mais. Depois da apresentação do plano estratégico &lt;a href="http://static.publico.clix.pt/docs/Cultura/PlaneamentoMuseus.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Museus para o século XXI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, os telejornais esqueceram o assunto. No dia seguinte a imprensa escrita limitava-se a pequenas sínteses. E no entanto, este plano estratégico é um documento importante que merece reflexão e debate público. O jornalismo obcecado com a actividade desportiva ou centrado na exploração da desgraça e nos escândalos de ocasião, não sabe nem quer saber das suas responsabilidades culturais, nem do contributo que lhe caberia para reduzir o divórcio existente entre os portugueses e o património artístico do país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albrecht Dürer &lt;/span&gt;(1471-1528), Alemanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;São Jerónimo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pormenor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; 1521, Col. Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga, Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8798984237239541541?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8798984237239541541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8798984237239541541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8798984237239541541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8798984237239541541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2010/01/paulo-henriques-2-que-conclusoes-tirar.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S118ozjc7vI/AAAAAAAAECo/HVxxEkwyQ0E/s72-c/Durer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4621118062316128003</id><published>2010-01-19T21:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:28:11.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PAULO HENRIQUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 525px; height: 661px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S1ZHcV3Tk5I/AAAAAAAAEAM/OKN_9nfVB7U/s800/Durer%201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surpreendente notícia do afastamento (ou da não recondução) de Paulo Henriques na direcção do Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga (MNAA), sem qualquer explicação convincente por parte de Gabriela Canavilhas, deixa no ar um enigma, seja qual for a pessoa escolhida para o substituir. Na sua decisão, terá Canavilhas considerado o &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-novo-museu-de-arte-antiga-tarde_08.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;trabalho meritório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que Paulo Henriques desenvolveu nos últimos três anos em condições tão difíceis e em tão curto espaço de tempo? Ou será que justamente por reconhecer esse mérito, Canavilhas pretende colocar Paulo Henriques num lugar de maior responsabilidade?&lt;br /&gt;Conjecturas à parte, a coisa cheira a prepotência política, e ao fim do estado de graça da nova ministra da cultura, em quem se tem depositado alguma expectativa. Porque o cargo de director do maior museu nacional não pode estar sujeito aos ciclos da governação. E duvido que em países onde a tradição museológica tem maior peso, este afastamento "sumário"  de uma personalidade reconhecidamente competente fosse validada pela comunidade científica. Mas em Portugal, como de costume, a competência alheia incomoda.&lt;br /&gt;Espera-se agora, depois do erro de "casting" que representou a nomeação de Dalila Rodrigues (cujo cargo foi mais utilizado para sua auto-promoção e ataque político à tutela, do que para benefício da instituição), que não estejamos perante um novo caso de promoção com base na cor política ou em simpatias pessoais. Porque uma coisa é certa: para o desenvolvimento de um projecto museológico coerente num museu com as características do MNAA é necessário que um director permaneça no cargo pelo menos uma década.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã Gabriela Canavilhas apresentará &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2010/01/mc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o plano estratégico "Museus para o século XXI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Veremos então em que é que o "perfil estudioso" e de "excelente conservador" de Paulo Henriques, não é compatível com a nova orientação estratégica para o MNAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adenda 20.01.2010&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Texto esclarecedor no &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Público&lt;/span&gt; de hoje: &lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/Cultura/director-do-museu-nacional-de-arte-antiga-afastado-por-nao-ter-perfil-de-gestor_1418722"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Director do Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga afastado por não ter perfil de gestor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também no Público: &lt;a href="http://www.publico.clix.pt/Cultura/antonio-filipe-pimentel-devera-ser-o-novo-director-do-museu-de-arte-antiga_1418784"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"António Filipe Pimentel deverá ser o novo director do Museu de Arte Antiga"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albrecht Dürer &lt;/span&gt;(1471-1528), Alemanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;São Jerónimo,&lt;/span&gt; 1521, Col. Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga, Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4621118062316128003?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4621118062316128003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4621118062316128003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4621118062316128003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4621118062316128003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2010/01/paulo-henriques-surpreendente-noticia.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S1ZHcV3Tk5I/AAAAAAAAEAM/OKN_9nfVB7U/s72-c/Durer%201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8005865946533468771</id><published>2010-01-17T23:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:10:31.341Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ANO&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 514px; height: 512px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S1Cf1Utvu9I/AAAAAAAAD_U/p4NkqY92NoQ/s800/Imi%20knoebel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assinalamos hoje mais um aniversário do Ultraperiférico, altura em que talvez devêssemos fazer contas à vida, porque de facto os dois últimos anos foram parcos em palavras e imagens. Não houve ainda coragem para abandonar o barco, nem disponibilidade para recomeçar a navegação. Entretanto, mantemos vivo o desejo. Quem sabe, um dia destes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura/Objecto &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Imi Knoebel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(n.1940), Alemanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Moooon 121,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Col. Mary Boon Gallery, New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8005865946533468771?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8005865946533468771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8005865946533468771&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8005865946533468771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8005865946533468771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2010/01/ano-4-assinalamos-hoje-mais-um.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/S1Cf1Utvu9I/AAAAAAAAD_U/p4NkqY92NoQ/s72-c/Imi%20knoebel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5066818843928194828</id><published>2009-11-09T21:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:38:15.426Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;REFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RENDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SvklfDP4EkI/AAAAAAAADx0/9zbr6CJYnAI/s1600-h/Hotel.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SvklfDP4EkI/AAAAAAAADx0/9zbr6CJYnAI/s200/Hotel.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402390443385688642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SvklfYxseWI/AAAAAAAADx8/9ECO4E179YI/s1600-h/Hotel.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SvklfYxseWI/AAAAAAAADx8/9ECO4E179YI/s200/Hotel.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402390449164679522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Svklfna8MjI/AAAAAAAADyE/9WrPvbkeJVY/s1600-h/Hotel.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Svklfna8MjI/AAAAAAAADyE/9WrPvbkeJVY/s200/Hotel.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402390453095772722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns sectores políticos pretendem que seja referendado o casamento entre pessoas do mesmo sexo, o que implicaria a utilização de mecanismos democráticos para levar a cabo o que pode haver de pior e de mais cínico no exercício do poder: evitar que a legislação reponha os direitos constitucionais do Estado português, interferindo desse modo na dignidade alheia.&lt;br /&gt;A cama de cada um só diz respeito a quem nela se deita. Deste modo, o casamento de cada um só diz respeito a quem deseje casar-se, seja ou não seja heterossexual. Não compete ao Estado, nem a nenhum de nós, no tocante à intimidade de outrem, decidir o que é permitido ou deixa de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o resto, não passa de preconceito ou de &lt;a href="http://marsalgado.blogspot.com/2009/11/pressoes-e-pressionaveis-jose-antonio.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;estupidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;José M. Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n.1954), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Hotel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1991, (três provas fotográficas da instalação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Vista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 2008) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5066818843928194828?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5066818843928194828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5066818843928194828&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5066818843928194828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5066818843928194828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/11/referendo-alguns-sectores-politicos.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SvklfDP4EkI/AAAAAAAADx0/9zbr6CJYnAI/s72-c/Hotel.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3107649676994365037</id><published>2009-11-02T18:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:56:49.789Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O MINISTÉRIO DE CANAVILHAS (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 347px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Su8nYWYNCwI/AAAAAAAADs4/ZrSY5rqqwPg/s800/Rui%20Chafes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem de propósito, o blog de &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/"&gt;Alexandre Pomar&lt;/a&gt; acaba de publicar um texto de Gabriela Canavilhas, que aqui se reproduz na íntegra. Vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REFLEXÃO SOBRE CONCEITOS CULTURAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; A definição de cultura é uma tarefa quase impossível… "esgota-se a definir o seu próprio objecto”… Cultura funde-se com civilização e, como tal, cultura significa, antropologicamente, um todo complexo que inclui a arte, a lei, os usos e costumes, o conhecimento, os credos, a moral, e todas as expressões civilizacionais da sociedade que expressem o modo de vida dos seus membros.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; No sentido lato, a cultura abarca, portanto, na sua definição, todas as manifestações dos indivíduos e do colectivo que espelham o modo de vida da sociedade organizada e que constituem a sua marca identitária - a vivência na esfera pública e privada, as expressões urbanas e rurais, a alimentação, a agricultura, a economia, a organização no trabalho, as relações sociais e familiares, a educação e todas as formas de exercício do lazer e do entretenimento. Todas estas manifestações sociais são sinais culturais, sociologicamente, e incluem também aquelas às quais a palavra cultura está academicamente associada – a literacia, a transmissão do saber e o conhecimento intelectual e artístico.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; A conotação cultura/saber remonta a desde que o homem assumiu a sua dimensão intelectual e reconheceu no conhecimento a alavanca do desenvolvimento civilizacional. Quanto à associação cultura/sociedade, esta é produto das modernas antropologia e sociologia, nascidas em finais do século xix e que sedimentam a abrangência da concepção de cultura ao espectro sociológico. Em qualquer dela, porém, é inequívoca a sua transversalidade, a sua correlação inter-relacional e o sentido universal do conceito - aquele que define o homem na sua forma de estar no mundo e em tudo o que transporta com ele, de geração em geração.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; Então, o que importa aqui reflectir? Sobre o perigo da generalização dos conceitos, da confusão da aplicação da palavra cultura, umas vezes num sentido, outros noutro, indiscriminadamente, e sobretudo sobre a banalização do adjectivo “cultural”, cuja consequência é a indefinição objectiva do foco que importa relevar quando se fala em estratégias de desenvolvimento social através da cultura.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; No sentido intrínseco, cultura são as manifestações civilizacionais que constroem o acervo estrutural do pensamento, que se reflectem na consolidação de uma sociedade esclarecida e que são a alavanca para o desenvolvimento da sensibilidade, do saber e do conhecimento, condições estas indispensáveis para o avanço das mentalidades e, por consequência, para o avanço para uma sociedade melhor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sendo a cultura a preservação e a criação de valores, como e quem determina o que são os valores? A natureza do objecto de arte e de culto é a sua permanência e durabilidade – a sua imortalidade advém da sua revisitação permanente ao longo dos tempos e do reconhecimento que lhes é dado da sua função de alicerces para novas criações. Afinal, em última análise, são os próprios destinatários que se encarregam de o determinar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nos tempos de hoje, a “alta cultura” (assim chamada por ter tido origem nas classes então dominantes – o clero, a nobreza, a aristocracia, os intelectuais), por oposição à denominada “baixa cultura”, oriunda do povo com transmissão oral, são ambas património cultural intrínseco reconhecível e indissociável, e sabemos bem quanto ambas devem uma à outra, porque se alimentaram reciprocamente através dos séculos. Entretanto, surge um 3º género cultural - um contributo da sociedade ocidental do século xx, aquela que inventou o entretenimento de massas, o showbiz mediático e o fast-food intelectual, que é aquele que introduz nesta equação novas inquietações. Este novo género cultural, chamado cultura recreativa de consumo de massas, essencialmente urbano, maioritariamente trivial e mediano, de satisfação imediata, que ocupa os horários nobres das televisões e as páginas “culturais “ dos jornais e revistas nacionais, é constituído pelo maior denominador comum de entre as expressões culturais da sociedade do nosso tempo e tende a ocupar o espaço de fruição cultural, em todas as faixas etárias, colocando a fasquia da exigência do receptor muito abaixo daquela que a tradição foi sabendo preservar e do que a criação intelectual conseguiu atingir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; A contaminação desta estética junto das populações é muito rápida e facilmente se introduz nos hábitos e na linguagem comunicacional. A maioria destas formas de entretenimento cultural são subprodutos de matrizes intemporais, mas a facilitação, quer da sua prática, quer da sua fruição, obriga a aligeirar a forma. Desta maneira, muitos mais a praticam e a consomem. Será esta uma consequência inevitável da democratização da cultura? Ou não será antes o caminho da dissolução da cultura no entretenimento?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; E o dilema que a gestão cultural pública enfrenta é este: como determinar quais os valores que importa proteger, apoiar, financiar, se são nestes últimos que a maioria da população se revê? Pode-se e deve-se fazer uma “política de gosto”? Pode o decisor político orientar esteticamente (por via de financiamento) os caminhos do desenvolvimento cultural?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; A justificação para o financiamento e subvenção da actividade cultural e artística pelo governo/ autarquias assenta no princípio de que as artes e cultura são “bens meritórios”, que resultam em benefícios sociais, e que por isso, devem ser tutelados ou apoiados pelo sector público para garantir a sua permanência. Como “bens meritórios”, as artes e cultura não têm um valor de mercado consentâneo com o seu valor intrínseco, na medida que nem todos os indivíduos avaliam correctamente os benefícios privados e sociais que deles decorrem (como na arte conceptual, plataforma de abertura às interrogações e que questionam permanentemente o adquirido) - nuns casos não participando nos seus custos mesmo que acessíveis, noutros por manifesta impossibilidade prática dado o seu elevado preço (como na ópera ou no cinema de autor ou ainda, como no caso açoriano, nos custos de descentralização destas e de outras formas de arte). Compete assim aos decisores públicos desenvolverem mecanismos que assegurem a difusão o mais alargada possível de bens e serviços meritórios, reconhecendo neles papel primordial na formação e valorização pessoal do indivíduo. Aquilo que beneficia a sociedade deixa de pertencer ao indivíduo – pertence a todos – na medida em que afecta e beneficia a comunidade. Nesse sentido, é justo que o colectivo (estado) financie aquilo que beneficia o colectivo (comunidade).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; Portanto, o propósito múltiplo de salvaguardar a identidade nacional e regional, de colmatar as deficiências da economia de mercado no sector das artes e de garantir igualdade de oportunidade de acesso à vida cultural por parte de todos os cidadãos, levou a que o governo/autarquias passassem a cobrir desde as chamadas “alta e baixa culturas”, até à cultura de massas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E é neste ponto que volto às interrogações: quando tudo está incluído na mesma categoria como cultura – dos clássicos intemporais (eruditos ou tradicionais) ao rock e pop-rock mediáticos e ao cançonetismo popular, passando pelas orquestras ligeiras e cantores em play-back, do folclore para turistas às recriações históricas de rua, das expressões genuínas das nossas tradições aos desfiles etnográfico-turístico-religiosos de entretenimento colectivo, dos festivais de verão dedicados à juventude e das práticas recreativas amadoras às iniciativas profissionais institucionais - sempre com a comunicação social generalista a incluir tudo no mesmo pacote nos seus espaços culturais - , como fazer distinguir junto dos cidadãos o que é relevante para a percepção de uma estratégia de desenvolvimento cultural? E mais importante ainda, como fazer passar a mensagem aos destinatários de que nem tudo são “bens meritórios”, logo, subvencionáveis pelo erário público? E o derradeiro desafio: neste quadro, como explicar aos agentes culturais no sentido lato estas diferenças?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; Em qualquer caso, a cultura vive da articulação entre o passado e o presente, entre o individual e o universal, entre a herança e o novo legado. Se é certo que julgo haver respostas para estas interrogações, deixo-as contudo aqui para reflexão, na certeza porém de que se há região no país onde estas questões importam, é aqui, nos Açores, onde os açorianos, historicamente, têm sabido encontrar sábias formas de contornar contaminações e de evitar atalhos para prosseguirem o seu caminho cultural em direcção ao futuro. que assim continue. apesar dos indícios."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Gabriela Canavilhas.  Setembro de 2009.                                                                                        Texto publicado em alguns jornais dos Açores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(parágrafo sublinhado conforme blog de AP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Escultura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Rui Chafes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n.1966), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; The world becomes silent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 2004, Jardim da Sereia, Coimbra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3107649676994365037?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3107649676994365037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3107649676994365037&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3107649676994365037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3107649676994365037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-ministerio-de-canavilhas-2-nem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Su8nYWYNCwI/AAAAAAAADs4/ZrSY5rqqwPg/s72-c/Rui%20Chafes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3637001755011286150</id><published>2009-10-31T17:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:34:52.289Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;O MINISTÉRIO DE CANAVILHAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img style="width: 517px; height: 265px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SuxrOUmJISI/AAAAAAAADr4/CE6HY7cgP_s/s800/Pollock-autumn-rhythm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A política cultural tem sido, desde sempre, o parente pobre da governação em Portugal. E se devemos considerar que aos governantes não compete assumir posições de proteccionismo dos agentes culturais e que, muito menos, compete aos institutos dependentes do Ministério da Cultura tornarem-se eles próprios uma espécie de agentes, devemos no entanto exigir dos governantes a definição de políticas culturais fortes e claras, que tenham em vista as necessidades de ampliar a vivência cultural dos cidadãos e de contribuir para uma sociedade culturalmente mais exigente e esclarecida.&lt;br /&gt;Se o próprio primeiro-ministro reconheceu ter sido um erro da sua anterior governação o desinvestimento no sector cultural, não será difícil à nova ministra Gabriela Canavilhas apelar à melhoria de condições para o correcto exercício do seu cargo. O que lhe será difícil, é desconstruir os inúmeros estereótipos e preconceitos que estão associados à ideia de "cultura" (ideia aliás, onde tudo cabe e pouco ou nada cabe, mas para a qual não se encontrou melhor palavra), porque quando se fala de orçamentos em tempos de crise económica, ou quando se fala do atraso económico do país, os bens culturais são sistemáticamente remetidos para o domínio do supérfluo. Acontece que não existe economia forte sem cultura forte, e vice-versa, como podemos constatar quando olhamos os actuais países ditos desenvolvidos, ou mesmo as civilizações do passado.&lt;br /&gt;Será que vamos continuar longe do mítico/mísero 1% do Orçamento Geral do Estado, numa área em que nem bastariam 2% (ou mais) para recuperar do atraso, face aos padrões europeus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Jackson Pollock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(1912-1956), EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Autumn Rhythm (number 30),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1950, col. Metropolitan Museum, NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3637001755011286150?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3637001755011286150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3637001755011286150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3637001755011286150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3637001755011286150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-ministerio-de-canavilhas-politica.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SuxrOUmJISI/AAAAAAAADr4/CE6HY7cgP_s/s72-c/Pollock-autumn-rhythm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4161976338832890706</id><published>2009-10-02T11:59:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:06:18.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ÓDIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsXlRQk84nI/AAAAAAAADng/6DY9N8J-00o/s1600-h/MNAA+-+Cadeira+furada+s.XVIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsXlRQk84nI/AAAAAAAADng/6DY9N8J-00o/s400/MNAA+-+Cadeira+furada+s.XVIII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387964613889155698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte do país político odeia a outra parte. É o que podemos constatar no violentíssimo e deplorável &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/inicio/opiniao/interior.aspx?content_id=1376419&amp;amp;seccao=Vasco%20Gra%E7a%20Moura&amp;amp;tag=Opini%E3o%20-%20Em%20Foco"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;artigo de opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, contra os eleitores portugueses, escrito por Vasco Graça Moura a propósito da recente vitória eleitoral do PS.  A coisa não seria para levar a sério se VGM, escritor reconhecidamente erudito, não fosse também uma das mais eminentes figuras do cavaquistão.&lt;br /&gt;Sugere-se que VGM abandone definitivamente o país, para não ter mais que suportar os seus compatriotas  ineptos e cobardes, numa palavra, esquerdistas, "besuntados de banha da cobra", como ele diz. E que no seu exílio dourado apenas continue a prestar bons serviços à língua portuguesa, fazendo o que sabe fazer bem. E que se deixe de comentários políticos grosseiros e deprimentes. Uma vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Mobiliário &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Autor anónimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Cadeira furada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; séc. XVIII, Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4161976338832890706?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4161976338832890706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4161976338832890706&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4161976338832890706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4161976338832890706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/10/odio-uma-parte-do-pais-politico-odeia.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsXlRQk84nI/AAAAAAAADng/6DY9N8J-00o/s72-c/MNAA+-+Cadeira+furada+s.XVIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2808219164006937567</id><published>2009-09-29T12:16:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:47:43.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CAVACO EM ANTEVISÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsH4lv5A5BI/AAAAAAAADnY/BkwR_xei0Wk/s1600-h/tvsback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsH4lv5A5BI/AAAAAAAADnY/BkwR_xei0Wk/s400/tvsback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386859956706272274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsH4lv5A5BI/AAAAAAAADnY/BkwR_xei0Wk/s1600-h/tvsback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsH4lv5A5BI/AAAAAAAADnY/BkwR_xei0Wk/s400/tvsback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386859956706272274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsH4lv5A5BI/AAAAAAAADnY/BkwR_xei0Wk/s1600-h/tvsback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsH4lv5A5BI/AAAAAAAADnY/BkwR_xei0Wk/s400/tvsback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386859956706272274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavaco quebra mais um tabu, falando hoje à noite. Não são novidade, os inúmeros tabus que Cavaco produziu na vida política portuguesa: ele sempre geriu o que quis, como quis, quando quis. De cada tabu, saiu quase sempre incólume, habituado como está a trepar os degraus do prestígio através de truques majestáticos que deixam em estado de ansiedade a maioria dos orgãos de informação e uma parte substancial do país. Mas desta vez, estupefactos com o ponto a que chegou a tão apregoada "gestão do silêncio", os portugueses dificilmente lhe perdoarão.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez Cavaco foi longe de mais, diga ele o que disser e como disser. Vai finalmente esclarecer o seu papel no "caso das escutas"? Ou não vai esclarecer coisa nenhuma, sob o argumento do "ciclo eleitoral"? Será que se demite para provocar presidenciais antecipadas?&lt;br /&gt;E nós, até quando vamos suportar tanta imparcialidade, tanto "sentido de Estado"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavaco já falou. O que disse e desdisse não nos deixa com nenhuma dúvida: a presidencial sapiência (depois de ser forçada a declarações públicas), defende-se atacando (ele que nunca ataca ninguém, ele que só pensa nos superiores interesses da nação) e dispara sobre o "partido do governo". O que prepara Cavaco para breve? Ou será que &lt;a href="http://www.lobidocha.com/?p=2652"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ensandeceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Instalação &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Alexandre Estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n.1971), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;TV's Back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1995, col. CAM/FCG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Esta obra vídeo de Alexandre Estrela impressiona pela simplicidade ambígua do dispositivo que o artista utiliza. Apenas isto: um televisor colocado num pequeno compartimento reproduz a imagem da parte de trás do mesmo televisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2808219164006937567?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2808219164006937567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2808219164006937567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2808219164006937567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2808219164006937567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/09/cavaco-em-antevisao-cavaco-quebra-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SsH4lv5A5BI/AAAAAAAADnY/BkwR_xei0Wk/s72-c/tvsback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3275795155951896464</id><published>2009-09-17T23:51:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:42:08.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 546px; height: 110px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 115px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SrSlkbQGeJI/AAAAAAAADlY/Wye3TBmPMsY/s400/Qu%C3%ADntuplo%20retrato%20de%20homem-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.pt/ultraperiferico/PersonagemDeFriccao?authkey=Gv1sRgCK3mxpm70PLKDg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[PF#16.] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manela asfixiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Num país feito de castas, hierarquias e hipocrisias instituídas, com uma democracia arenosa e precária, qualquer cheiro a mudança aflige - por isso as questões essenciais da vida e da felicidade das pessoas foram durante tanto tempo empurradas para baixo do tapete, alcunhadas de 'questões fracturantes'. Manuela Ferreira Leite diz que 'a família' é o pilar da nação, sem notar que é exactamente esse um dos factores que mais tem paralisado o país. Porque 'a família' se sobrepõe a todo o sentimento de pertença social, falta-nos acção cívica e voluntariado".&lt;br /&gt;[Inês Pedrosa, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asfixia Democrática,&lt;/span&gt; Expresso/Única, 12.Set.09]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3275795155951896464?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3275795155951896464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3275795155951896464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3275795155951896464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3275795155951896464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/09/pers-friccao.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SrSlkbQGeJI/AAAAAAAADlY/Wye3TBmPMsY/s72-c/Qu%C3%ADntuplo%20retrato%20de%20homem-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6673427876501013225</id><published>2009-09-17T23:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:40:46.964+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img style="width: 523px; height: 118px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SX0Ev1y6VbI/AAAAAAAACu0/KhvfsVtQ2e0/s288/Qu%C3%ADntuplo%20retrato%20de%20homem-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.pt/ultraperiferico/PersonagemDeFricAo?authkey=Gv1sRgCJLv4vWjidTuSQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[PF#15.] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manela avant-garde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de supor que a senhora dona Manela, com seus saia-e-casaco beije e suas jóias de família, e com sua egrégia preocupação perante a destruição (pela mão de Sócrates, obviamente) dos pilares da sociedade portuguesa, a saber, o casamento e a família, se sentiria, digamos, um pouco incomodada, se visse &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://irmaolucia.blogspot.com/2009/09/paris-tomo-2.html"&gt;este&lt;/a&gt; post do Irmão Lúcia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6673427876501013225?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6673427876501013225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6673427876501013225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6673427876501013225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6673427876501013225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/09/pf15.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SX0Ev1y6VbI/AAAAAAAACu0/KhvfsVtQ2e0/s72-c/Qu%C3%ADntuplo%20retrato%20de%20homem-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-7363929395592713642</id><published>2009-09-15T13:51:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:23:16.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O FIM DAS IDEOLOGIAS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 528px; height: 421px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Sq-HeRkvw1I/AAAAAAAADhI/pt-jrrU3SFw/s800/michael.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos falar no "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2009/09/as-elei%C3%A7%C3%B5es-do-fim-das-ideologias.html"&gt;fim das ideologias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"? Creio que não. Ou talvez sim, no fim das ideologias esquerda-direita, porque estas foram substituídas por uma ideologia única, sem rosto, sem partido e, dizem-nos, sem alternativa.&lt;br /&gt;Um único "ismo": o economicismo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A erosão das democracias, orientadas e corroídas pela omnipresente economia de mercado, talvez resida justamente na incapacidade para gerar pensamento novo, alternativo, dentro do sistema economicista. Rendidos às maravilhas do nosso tempo, à abundância (fartura do útil e do inútil), à vertigem das novidades globalizadas, não temos tido forças para reagir ao colapso global. Nem mesmo quando nos anunciam oportunidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/01/actualizacao-em-tempos-de-crise-crisis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Crisis? What crises?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Biberstein&lt;/span&gt; (n. 1948), Suíça/Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (s/t, s/d, s/l) &gt; (v. &lt;a href="http://www.michaelbiberstein.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Michael Biberstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/01/actualizacao-em-tempos-de-crise-crisis.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-7363929395592713642?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/7363929395592713642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=7363929395592713642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7363929395592713642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7363929395592713642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-fim-das-ideologias-podemos-falar-no_15.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Sq-HeRkvw1I/AAAAAAAADhI/pt-jrrU3SFw/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2505983032998796383</id><published>2009-08-26T09:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:07:16.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BRANCO SUJO (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SpT1nc_8xII/AAAAAAAADgg/nSEDuDlKONI/s1600-h/Malevich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SpT1nc_8xII/AAAAAAAADgg/nSEDuDlKONI/s400/Malevich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374190313507964034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há duas sem três: o branco sujo continua vivo.&lt;br /&gt;(sem ele, isto já não seria o mesmo)&lt;br /&gt;Novidade: o título &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://jq.weblog.com.pt/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;branco sujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; está mais carregado (de negro afirmativo?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Kazimir Malevitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1878-1935), Ucrânia / Rússia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Suprematist Composition: White on White,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1918. MoMa, Nova Iorque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2505983032998796383?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2505983032998796383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2505983032998796383&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2505983032998796383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2505983032998796383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/08/branco-sujo-3-nao-ha-duas-sem-tres-o.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SpT1nc_8xII/AAAAAAAADgg/nSEDuDlKONI/s72-c/Malevich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-1316915770328482001</id><published>2009-08-08T23:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:55:49.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;RAUL SOLNADO 1929-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Sn4b-4K1YWI/AAAAAAAADeI/xrh5Rmpgeq0/s1600-h/RaulSolnado+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Sn4b-4K1YWI/AAAAAAAADeI/xrh5Rmpgeq0/s400/RaulSolnado+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367758572915876194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil, a propósito das anedotas brasileiras sobre portugueses, uma entrevistadora perguntou a Raul Solnado se em Portugal também se contavam anedotas sobre brasileiros.&lt;br /&gt;Solnado respondeu: "Não, nós lá não precisamos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-1316915770328482001?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/1316915770328482001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=1316915770328482001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1316915770328482001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1316915770328482001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/08/raul-solnado-1929-2009-no-brasil.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Sn4b-4K1YWI/AAAAAAAADeI/xrh5Rmpgeq0/s72-c/RaulSolnado+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8065849986257924475</id><published>2009-07-12T13:00:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:06:22.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BRANCO SUJO (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Slnai6-iDuI/AAAAAAAADMM/597RRwjngq0/s1600-h/picasso+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 498px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Slnai6-iDuI/AAAAAAAADMM/597RRwjngq0/s400/picasso+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357553525215858402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E agora uma parábola, em resposta ao comentário de José Quintas no post anterior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo crítico diz ao grande artista: "esse desenho é incompreensível".&lt;br /&gt;Grande artista: "vossa excelência compreende chinês?"&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: "não."&lt;br /&gt;Grande artista: "e no entanto, há quem compreenda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Desenho/Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1881-1973), Espanha/França&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; Gjon Mili &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(1904-1984), Albânia/EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Picasso desenhando com luz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Vallauris, França, 1949&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8065849986257924475?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8065849986257924475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8065849986257924475&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8065849986257924475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8065849986257924475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/07/branco-sujo-2-e-agora-uma-parabola-em.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Slnai6-iDuI/AAAAAAAADMM/597RRwjngq0/s72-c/picasso+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-7014054048284237395</id><published>2009-07-11T00:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:57:24.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BRANCO SUJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1D8Q7HCQtE/SlfStA1gUWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Yl9z0WIDp-M/s1600-h/holy-smoke05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1D8Q7HCQtE/SlfStA1gUWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Yl9z0WIDp-M/s400/holy-smoke05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356981952540856674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://jq.weblog.com.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Branco Sujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; acabou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Desenho (?) &gt; José Quintas (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; Holy Smoke (?), in Branco Sujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-7014054048284237395?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/7014054048284237395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=7014054048284237395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7014054048284237395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7014054048284237395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/07/branco-sujo-o-branco-sujo-acabou-jose.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1D8Q7HCQtE/SlfStA1gUWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Yl9z0WIDp-M/s72-c/holy-smoke05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-1860244636563563327</id><published>2009-06-10T00:13:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:34:45.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SjBdEVEsmHI/AAAAAAAADHc/qQQvlbxQ3JA/s1600-h/FLemos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 515px; height: 515px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SjBdEVEsmHI/AAAAAAAADHc/qQQvlbxQ3JA/s400/FLemos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345875086646483058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ficou dito antes, &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/03/maria-clementina-diniz-1940-2007-ela.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ela amava a poesia, a música, a pintura, a psicologia e todas as formas de conhecimento. A vastidão do seu saber impressionou quem teve a sorte de lhe ouvir a palavra extraordinária. A força de carácter, a firmeza de convicções e a generosidade marcaram os seus alunos, colegas, amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (...)&lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/03/maria-clementina-diniz-1940-2007-ela.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; A todos os que a escutaram, ofereceu generosamente o seu vasto saber. Aos mais atentos, transmitiu a sua cintilante sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Clementina Diniz nasceu a 10 de Junho. Para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fernando Lemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n.1926), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Luz desarmada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1949-52, Museu de Arte Moderna e Contemporânea/Colecção Berardo, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-1860244636563563327?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/1860244636563563327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=1860244636563563327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1860244636563563327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1860244636563563327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/06/maria-como-ficou-dito-antes-ela-amava.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SjBdEVEsmHI/AAAAAAAADHc/qQQvlbxQ3JA/s72-c/FLemos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-7876199803414618669</id><published>2009-06-01T23:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:07:43.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 35]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;E AS CRIANÇAS NA MACIEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SiRp71DeIFI/AAAAAAAADHU/WcWtBw-xSXQ/s1600-h/miro11.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SiRp71DeIFI/AAAAAAAADHU/WcWtBw-xSXQ/s400/miro11.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342511534543085650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;E as crianças na macieira&lt;br /&gt;Não conhecidas, porque não procuradas&lt;br /&gt;Mas ouvidas, semi-ouvidas, na quietude&lt;br /&gt;Entre duas ondas do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Depressa, aqui, agora, sempre -&lt;br /&gt;Um estado de completa simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;(Que custa não menos que tudo)&lt;br /&gt;E tudo acabará bem e&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas acabarão bem&lt;br /&gt;Quando as línguas de fogo estiverem abraçadas&lt;br /&gt;No coroado nó de fogo&lt;br /&gt;E o fogo e a rosa forem um só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação/Poesia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T. S. Eliot&lt;/span&gt; (1888-1965), EUA/Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quatro Quartetos&lt;/span&gt;, ed. Ática, Lisboa, 1963 (trad. Maria Amélia Neto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan Miró &lt;/span&gt;(1893-1983), Catalunha/Espanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azur 3&lt;/span&gt;, 1961 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-7876199803414618669?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/7876199803414618669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=7876199803414618669&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7876199803414618669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7876199803414618669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/06/citacao-35-e-as-criancas-na-macieira-e.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SiRp71DeIFI/AAAAAAAADHU/WcWtBw-xSXQ/s72-c/miro11.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-702842546959620279</id><published>2009-05-28T21:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:48:48.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 34]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AMO DEVAGAR OS AMIGOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Sh84t0z4pgI/AAAAAAAADG0/DRrva6IYjy0/s1600-h/mondrian_lozenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Sh84t0z4pgI/AAAAAAAADG0/DRrva6IYjy0/s400/mondrian_lozenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341050043006232066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Amo devagar os amigos que são tristes com cinco dedos&lt;br /&gt;de cada lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Os amigos que enlouquecem e estão sentados, fechando os olhos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;com os livros atrás a arder para toda a eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não os chamo, e eles voltam-se profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dentro do fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-Temos um talento doloroso e obscuro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construímos um lugar de silêncio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Poesia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herberto Helder&lt;/span&gt; (n.1930)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Poesia Toda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piet Mondrian &lt;/span&gt;(1872-1944), Holanda/EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lozenge Composition with Yellow, Black, Blue, Red and Grey, &lt;/span&gt;1921,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;col. The Art Institute of Chicago, EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-702842546959620279?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/702842546959620279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=702842546959620279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/702842546959620279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/702842546959620279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/05/citacao-34-amo-devagar-os-amigos-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Sh84t0z4pgI/AAAAAAAADG0/DRrva6IYjy0/s72-c/mondrian_lozenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6832695706629978579</id><published>2009-04-25T03:55:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:36:03.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ESTA MADRUGADA, EM LISBOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 704px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SfJ9kZ4n0FI/AAAAAAAADE0/1EsMBVDk8dY/s800/Flower%20Power-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comemorações da Revolução dos Cravos . Ultraperiférico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na montra de uma loja de flores, à saída do Bairro Alto, há um cravo gigante feito de um molho de cravos vermelhos, e há uma jarra com um regador de cravos vermelhos. Os cravos não saem do cano de uma arma, mas saem do cano de um regador. A loja &lt;a href="http://www.flowerpower.com.pt/portfolio.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Flower Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; merece destaque pela sabedoria simbólica do trabalho de Carlos Filipe. Também lá dentro, na semi obscuridade, há molhos de cravos vermelhos e imagens da Revolução, vídeo-projectadas na parede de fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isto, o Presidente da República apresentar-se-à certamente nas cerimónias comemorativas do 25 de Abril sem cravo na lapela, isto é, rejeitando uma vez mais o ícone de uma época e de um país.  Cavaco não compreendeu ainda que o cravo vermelho é bem mais do que um símbolo passageiro e que este símbolo lhe sobreviverá. Nem compreendeu que na sua ilustre lapela preside afinal uma ausência, de sentido histórico e simbólico. Satisfeitos, de mentes quadradas, alguns senhores à esquerda como à direita, uns porque não reconhecem Cavaco como legítimo portador do ícone que consideram apenas seu, outros reconhecidos por Cavaco não manchar de "encarnado" a sua presidência. Uns e outros desprezando a universalidade, poética e estética, da flor que deu nome a uma revolução.&lt;br /&gt;E já lá vão 35 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6832695706629978579?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6832695706629978579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6832695706629978579&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6832695706629978579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6832695706629978579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/04/esta-madrugada-em-lisboa-1974.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SfJ9kZ4n0FI/AAAAAAAADE0/1EsMBVDk8dY/s72-c/Flower%20Power-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3831104566956119480</id><published>2009-04-24T21:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:52:06.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CRAVOS ANTIGOS (e modernos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SfIntDoEwgI/AAAAAAAADEE/kFpQHgTEQoA/s1600-h/Menina-dos-cravos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 491px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SfIntDoEwgI/AAAAAAAADEE/kFpQHgTEQoA/s400/Menina-dos-cravos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328364964153704962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comemorações da Revolução dos Cravos . Ultraperiférico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abril de novo, desta vez com cravos de Amadeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1887-1918), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Menina dos Cravos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;1913, Museu do Caramulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3831104566956119480?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3831104566956119480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3831104566956119480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3831104566956119480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3831104566956119480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/04/cravos-antigos-e-modernos-abril-de-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SfIntDoEwgI/AAAAAAAADEE/kFpQHgTEQoA/s72-c/Menina-dos-cravos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3041492090708187478</id><published>2009-04-20T15:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:51:36.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PISOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Se0HMq6octI/AAAAAAAADD8/oYqK6vRu-2g/s1600-h/GCL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 454px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Se0HMq6octI/AAAAAAAADD8/oYqK6vRu-2g/s400/GCL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326921848509199058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pisos das ruas de Lisboa encontram-se num estado cada vez mais deplorável. Circular no centro da cidade é quase impossível sem um todo-o-terreno. Para os restantes, é uma prova constante de perícia dos condutores e um perigoso exercício de acrobacia a que os carros vão resistindo com mais ou menos desgaste.&lt;br /&gt;Não se conhece nenhum plano de intervenção e recuperação por parte dos sucessivos governos autárquicos. Agora que as eleições se aproximam, vamos lá ver se os candidatos estão "preocupados" com o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gérard Castello-Lopes&lt;/span&gt; (n.1925), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisboa, &lt;/span&gt;1956.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3041492090708187478?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3041492090708187478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3041492090708187478&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3041492090708187478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3041492090708187478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/04/pisos-os-pisos-das-ruas-de-lisboa.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Se0HMq6octI/AAAAAAAADD8/oYqK6vRu-2g/s72-c/GCL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8115113764886544812</id><published>2009-03-02T17:29:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:36:25.645Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 33]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;EU NÃO POSSO PINTAR UM ANJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pixelcreation.fr/nc/image/voir/gustave_courbet/gustave_courbet/hdorigine/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SawbC8-NvVI/AAAAAAAADA8/jErMeuAVrHE/s400/Courbet+origine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308647798303735122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eu não posso pintar um anjo porque nunca vi nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citação e Pintura &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Gustave Courbet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; (1819-1877), França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; G. Courbet citado por H. W. Janson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a propósito do Realismo na pintura do séc. XIX,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in História da Arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, ed FCG, Lisboa, 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;L'origine du monde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; (A origem do mundo), 1866, Col. Musée d'Orsay&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;clique sobre a imagem para ampliar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 3 Março 2009&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Raramente os assuntos de arte têm honras de primeira página nos orgãos de informação portugueses, excepto, claro, quando associados a um qualquer escândalo. É o caso recente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, que mereceu notícias de destaque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;esta pintura do grande Courbet reproduzida na capa de um livro foi vista como mera pornografia. Em Braga, burgo de forte tradição católica, cidadãos exemplares apresentaram queixa à polícia e esta, zelosa dos bons costumes, proibiu a sua exibição pública numa feira do livro. Abuso de autoridade policial, censura ou ignorância, pouco importa. No entanto, talvez valha a pena referir que "A origem do mundo", feita por Courbet quando a maioria dos artistas praticava um género &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;idealizado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;de nú artístico, segundo cânones da mitologia clássica ou da iconografia cristã, é uma obra-prima do Realismo oitocentista, que afinal ainda hoje é capaz de incomodar os mais puritanos e de lançar a discussão sobre as fronteiras entre criação artística e pornografia, entre obra de arte e objecto de desejo. Ou ainda capaz de nos interpelar sobre as razões do pudor e do preconceito face à excelência de uma representação, crua e minuciosa (leia-se intensamente &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realista&lt;/span&gt;), daquela parte do corpo feminino de que todos nascemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8115113764886544812?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8115113764886544812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8115113764886544812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8115113764886544812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8115113764886544812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/03/citacao-33-eu-nao-posso-pintar-um-anjo.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SawbC8-NvVI/AAAAAAAADA8/jErMeuAVrHE/s72-c/Courbet+origine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3896591909317480025</id><published>2009-02-24T09:20:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:04:49.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;O MESTRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SaPRbJDoZeI/AAAAAAAAC-g/GrZkBVyXpgg/s1600-h/Almada+Pegaso+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 406px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SaPRbJDoZeI/AAAAAAAAC-g/GrZkBVyXpgg/s400/Almada+Pegaso+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306315050190398946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lagoahenriques.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lagoa Henriques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1923-2009), professor de desenho da Escola de Belas Artes de Lisboa, marcou sucessivas gerações de artistas plásticos.  A paixão com que se exprimia e a capacidade para alargar o sentido do acto de desenhar, tornaram-no um mestre único. Em plena aula, gostava de citar os seus mestres preferidos: Almada&lt;br /&gt;("a poesia é um acto vitalício") e Pessoa ("sê todo em cada coisa, põe quanto és no mínimo que fazes"). Insistia na expressividade do traço, nos eixos que estruturam a figura, no imprevisto que se solta sobre a página, na formação de um olhar exigente. Por vezes interrompia a sua aula de modelo e chamava à janela os jovens aspirantes a artistas para que olhassem o "lá fora", para que tomassem sempre como exemplo o espectáculo deslumbrante da cidade e da natureza. Está tudo aí, "já está tudo feito".&lt;br /&gt;E disse: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O grande problema do nosso tempo é conciliar a técnica com a ética, a estética e a poética"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Desenho &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;José de Almada Negreiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1893-1970), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pegasus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; s/d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3896591909317480025?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3896591909317480025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3896591909317480025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3896591909317480025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3896591909317480025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-mestre-lagoa-henriques-1923-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SaPRbJDoZeI/AAAAAAAAC-g/GrZkBVyXpgg/s72-c/Almada+Pegaso+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8353812259881254571</id><published>2009-02-08T23:45:00.019Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:56:31.181Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UM "NOVO" MUSEU DE ARTE ANTIGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SY-4bsebYsI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/XfN40rwQmWg/s1600-h/MNAA+Della+Robia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 503px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SY-4bsebYsI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/XfN40rwQmWg/s400/MNAA+Della+Robia-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300658072373125826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tarde cinzenta e chuvosa de domingo, última oportunidade para ver&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.publico.clix.pt/docs/cultura/rembrandtmnaa/" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Rembrandt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; no Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga. Enquanto almoçava no agradável bar do museu, estava longe de imaginar o que me esperava para além da bela pequena exposição temporária do mestre flamengo: o prazer de  constatar a recente reestruturação das salas de exposição permanente das colecções de Pintura Europeia e de Artes Decorativas Europeias.&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendente: novo percurso museológico, novo conceito museográfico, reorganização das obras por núcleos cronológicos e geográficos, novas leituras da colecção, novas formas de diálogo com o visitante, despojamento e limpeza visual&lt;br /&gt;das vinte e três salas. A intervenção arquitectónica, a cargo da arq.ª &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://arqceliaanica.com.sapo.pt/"&gt;Célia Anica&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;não foi radical nesta zona do museu localizada no Palácio Alvor, mantendo-se várias&lt;br /&gt;das estruturas de 1994 desenhadas pelo arq.º João Almeida. Já do ponto de vista do conceito museográfico dir-se-ia que estamos perante um novo museu, onde cada&lt;br /&gt;peça encontrou o lugar próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois das polémicas em torno do afastamento de Dalila Rodrigues da direcção do MNAA, em 2007 - que assinalámo &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-pecado-de-dalila-j-sabemos-que-os.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/10/polmica-no-museu-em-entrevista-recente.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -, esperava-se de &lt;a href="http://ww1.rtp.pt/antena2/index.php?article=664"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Paulo Henriques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;um projecto audacioso e simultâneamente equilibrado. Pouco mais de um ano após a tomada de posse deste discreto director do museu, registe-se a sua capacidade de gestão (em tempos de crise económica) e a qualidade científica e estética das suas propostas.&lt;br /&gt;Aguardemos agora a complexa renovação do edifício anexo ao Palácio Alvor, que possa devolver dignidade aos principais tesouros artísticos da arte portuguesa, nomeadamente retirando da sua desastrada localização actual os Painéis de Nuno Gonçalves. E já agora, porque não, ambicionemos novas aquisições para  enriquecer os núcleos artísticos dedicados à influência da cultura portuguesa no mundo. É preciso não esquecer que o núcleo de arte afro-portuguesa está actualmente representado por apenas quatro peças, o que fica muito aquém das responsabilidades históricas do principal museu nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Escultura/Cerâmica &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oficina Della Robia,&lt;/span&gt; Florença, Itália&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medalhão heráldico com as armas de Portugal,&lt;/span&gt; séc. XVI (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matrizpix.imc-ip.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;MatrizPix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/20636521-8353812259881254571?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8353812259881254571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8353812259881254571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8353812259881254571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8353812259881254571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-novo-museu-de-arte-antiga-tarde_08.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SY-4bsebYsI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/XfN40rwQmWg/s72-c/MNAA+Della+Robia-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5006832056742695333</id><published>2009-01-28T12:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:18:53.364Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ACTUALIZAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 514px; height: 659px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SYBKxb5Gy2I/AAAAAAAACvg/2j9pneFYJBc/s800/Janie%20Regnerus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos de crise (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/solidarizarte/2983937580/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;crisis? what crisis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, recuperamos esta imagem publicada num post antigo sobre a &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/search/label/Janie%20Regnerus/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FIB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Assim se prova que nem tudo do que já foi dito neste blog está desactualizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Janie Regnerus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(n. 1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&gt; Moss, &lt;/span&gt;2001 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Col. Galerie Anne Villepoix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5006832056742695333?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5006832056742695333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5006832056742695333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5006832056742695333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5006832056742695333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/01/actualizacao-em-tempos-de-crise-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SYBKxb5Gy2I/AAAAAAAACvg/2j9pneFYJBc/s72-c/Janie%20Regnerus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3413675145911501943</id><published>2009-01-25T23:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:04:42.873Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SX0IFiv2EOI/AAAAAAAACvA/l4apk3EgDqo/s1600-h/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SX0IFiv2EOI/AAAAAAAACvA/l4apk3EgDqo/s400/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295397628177420514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PF #14.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casamento e homofobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sou casado e tenho 3 crianças e sou muito feliz. Ou sou solteiro, tenho 1 filho e feliz sou. Ou sou viúvo, com filhos e netos, ou nem por isso, 2 mulheres, 4 concubinas, 3 ajeitosadas. Tenho uma família, ou duas, ou aquelas que me saíram num bolo-rei. Que diabo me interessa, ou perturba, ou incomoda, ou contribui para a minha (in)felicidade, ter um casal de lésbicas ou gays casadinhos da silva a viver no 2º esquerdo, com um puto ou quantos forem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Os sete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;blefes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mortais da homofobia"&lt;/span&gt;, por Paulo Pinto. Para ler &lt;a href="http://jugular.blogs.sapo.pt/647565.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de uma ponta à outra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3413675145911501943?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3413675145911501943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3413675145911501943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3413675145911501943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3413675145911501943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/01/pf-14.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SX0IFiv2EOI/AAAAAAAACvA/l4apk3EgDqo/s72-c/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6487701045793656445</id><published>2009-01-17T23:30:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:20:41.453Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ANO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 519px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SXLHPFgLZgI/AAAAAAAACro/qglMRShxKgQ/s800/ESPOSOS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, o Ultraperiférico não foi atingido pela crise global, embora no último ano tenhamos lançado apenas 18 posts. É pouco para comemorar, é certo, mas aqui estamos assinalando que o blog ainda há-de recuperar fôlego, um dia destes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Andrea Mantegna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1431-1506), Itália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Oculo, Camera degli Sposi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Fresco. 1467?-74. Palazzo Ducale, Mantova, Italia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6487701045793656445?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6487701045793656445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6487701045793656445&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6487701045793656445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6487701045793656445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-3-no-este-blogue-no-foi-atingido.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SXLHPFgLZgI/AAAAAAAACro/qglMRShxKgQ/s72-c/ESPOSOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5857558632131268341</id><published>2009-01-04T20:31:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:33:58.601Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CAVACO PAROQUIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SWFZqlEKl4I/AAAAAAAACqE/_B8T0WysiJc/s1600-h/procissao-smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 580px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SWFZqlEKl4I/AAAAAAAACqE/_B8T0WysiJc/s400/procissao-smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287606025548633986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavaco não desperdiça uma única oportunidade para promover o mito de si próprio. Na chamada mensagem de ano novo, não poderia ter sido mais certeiro no uso do seu tão característico tom paroquial, para exibir empenho e preocupação pelos temas a que os cidadãos são infalivelmente vulneráveis. O seu propósito pessoal consistiu em manter sobre a sua pessoa o habitual embevecimento dos media, que se apressaram a dissecar-lhe o discurso na ânsia de descobrir magnificência onde apenas existem trivialidades. Entretanto Cavaco persiste na sua caminhada para a consagração final: ganhar as próximas eleições com 90% de votos. É o mesmo que dizer que grande parte dos portugueses de esquerda cairão como patinhos e votarão Cavaco. Os tais portugueses que sempre lhe provocaram e provocarão intensa repugnância. E que Viva Portugal! Que Viva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Francis Smith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(1881-1961), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; Procissão  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5857558632131268341?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5857558632131268341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5857558632131268341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5857558632131268341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5857558632131268341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2009/01/cavaco-paroquial-cavaco-no-desperdia.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SWFZqlEKl4I/AAAAAAAACqE/_B8T0WysiJc/s72-c/procissao-smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8071107288923731941</id><published>2008-12-18T16:21:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:37:32.714Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ó MÃE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SUq-Jou4-NI/AAAAAAAACpk/afrfJfajUrM/s512/JMR%2076%20-%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 507px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SUq-Jou4-NI/AAAAAAAACpk/afrfJfajUrM/s512/JMR%2076%20-%2005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ó mãe violada pela noite, deposta, disposta&lt;br /&gt;agora entre águas e silêncios.&lt;br /&gt;Nada te acorda - nem as folhas dos ulmos,&lt;br /&gt;nem os rios, nem os girassóis,&lt;br /&gt;nem a paisagem arrebatada.&lt;br /&gt;- Espero do tempo novo todos os milagres,&lt;br /&gt;menos tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Espero cobrir-te novamente de júbilo, ó corola do canto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu estarás mais branca com a boca selada&lt;br /&gt;pelas pedras lisas.&lt;br /&gt;E sei que terei o amor e o pão e a água&lt;br /&gt;e o sangue e as palavras e os frutos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu, ó rosa fria,&lt;br /&gt;ó odre das vinhas antigas e limpas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Herberto Helder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n. 1930), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Poesia Toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, ed. Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim, Lisboa, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;José M. Rodrigues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(n. 1951), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;s/título&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, c.1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8071107288923731941?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8071107288923731941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8071107288923731941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8071107288923731941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8071107288923731941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/12/dezembro-dezoito.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SUq-Jou4-NI/AAAAAAAACpk/afrfJfajUrM/s72-c/JMR%2076%20-%2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2068941393842425105</id><published>2008-12-16T23:53:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:18:27.279Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PARQUE DOS MILHÕES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SUhUlOgjQZI/AAAAAAAACoo/ySGcnqUQDTQ/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SUhUlOgjQZI/AAAAAAAACoo/ySGcnqUQDTQ/s400/0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280563561618424210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por razões profissionais, sou semanalmente constrangido à penosa travessia da parafernália de gaiolas de betão em que o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parque Expo&lt;/span&gt; se tornou e a que o prestigiado arquitecto Manuel Graça Dias já se referiu como sendo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um dos lugares mais feios do mundo&lt;/span&gt;. Concordamos! A Expo 98, depois de nos dar a ver a extraordinária beleza daquela margem do Tejo, rapidamente abriu caminho para a descoberta de um filão que parece não ter fim. Na altura, foi dito até à náusea, que o aproveitamento daquele espaço para construção "servia os interesses nacionais". Há muito que sabemos o que significa "interesses nacionais". É notável a imaginação e rapidez com que ali se vão descobrindo novas nesgas de terreno onde estaleiros e torres de cimento medram como cogumelos. Escritórios, serviços, habitação. E condomínios privados, pois claro. Um deles ostenta o nome em toda a extensão da fachada: metrocity.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Atrocity&lt;/span&gt;, diria eu. Quando os semáforos me obrigam a parar, dou comigo a pensar se não existirão por aí arquitectos do sexo feminino. E câmaras municipais e empresas de construção civil do sexo feminino. E dou comigo a pensar se todo aquele mostruário fálico seria o que é, se tivesse sido desenhado por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arquitectas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2068941393842425105?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2068941393842425105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2068941393842425105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2068941393842425105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2068941393842425105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/12/parque-por-razes-profissionais-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SUhUlOgjQZI/AAAAAAAACoo/ySGcnqUQDTQ/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3070151527619089453</id><published>2008-10-11T00:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:36:48.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ZIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SPFJ1xlcQfI/AAAAAAAACog/vc_j_sw6110/s1600-h/Albers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 456px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SPFJ1xlcQfI/AAAAAAAACog/vc_j_sw6110/s400/Albers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256063428310352370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem passa pelas estradas da chamada Beira Interior, depara-se com uma&lt;br /&gt;paisagem verde de mato e pinheiros a crescer pelos montes até onde a vista&lt;br /&gt;alcança. Trata-se exactamente do mesmo território que a onda de incêndios&lt;br /&gt;de 2003 transformou numa vasta superfície de terra calcinada a perder de&lt;br /&gt;vista. Foi um verão marcado por incontáveis debates televisivos e reportagens&lt;br /&gt;de tragédias captadas e comentadas "em cima do acontecimento" e no próprio&lt;br /&gt;"cenário de operações".&lt;br /&gt;O então primeiro-ministro Durão Barroso deu o seu melhor frente às câmaras,&lt;br /&gt;com solenes declarações em que teve oportunidade de mostrar "preocupação&lt;br /&gt;e empenhamento" e "confiança total nas instituições".&lt;br /&gt;Sucederam-se múltiplos estudos sobre reordenamento florestal e defendeu-se&lt;br /&gt;convictamente para aquela zona que é, segundo consta, a "maior mancha de&lt;br /&gt;pinhal da Europa", a substituição de pinheiros por carvalhos, sobreiros,&lt;br /&gt;castanheiros, etc., árvores menos dadas à propagação do fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o silêncio e a indiferença não tardaram a instalar-se, porque em questão&lt;br /&gt;de audiências a floresta não é tema, só é tema a catástrofe.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, em Agosto de 2005 foi promulgada a legislação sobre as ZIF&lt;br /&gt;(Zonas de Intervenção Florestal), sigla interessante para ser, como parece ter&lt;br /&gt;sido, rapidamente absorvida pela burocratização e investimentos em árvores&lt;br /&gt;de crescimento rápido e portanto mais rentável. O país continua ao abandono,&lt;br /&gt;à mercê de cheias no inverno e fogos no verão, fogos que na verdade ninguém&lt;br /&gt;quer saber se são postos ou não postos, pouco importa, nada importa a não ser&lt;br /&gt;que dê lucro. O dinheiro permanece o verdadeiro afrodisíaco.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à bela paisagem natural das Beiras, tem os dias contados: vai arder&lt;br /&gt;assim que os pequenos pinheiros atinjam proporções adequadas. E nessa altura&lt;br /&gt;não faltarão novos debates e reportagens e declarações públicas dos altos&lt;br /&gt;representantes da Nação.&lt;br /&gt;É nisto que Portugal é imbatível. É isto que dá a Portugal um lugar de destaque&lt;br /&gt;na União Europeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josef Albers&lt;/span&gt; (1888-1976), Alemanha/EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Homage to the Square: Soft Spoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1969, Metropolitan Museum, Nova Iorque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3070151527619089453?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3070151527619089453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3070151527619089453&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3070151527619089453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3070151527619089453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/10/zif-quem-passa-pelas-estradas-da.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SPFJ1xlcQfI/AAAAAAAACog/vc_j_sw6110/s72-c/Albers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-7921519686277096062</id><published>2008-08-14T00:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:57:24.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 31] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NA MINHA OPINIÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SKN0pcK-JFI/AAAAAAAAB_E/RjKydVo2gbg/s1600-h/artwork_images_614_46868_joseph-beuys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 440px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SKN0pcK-JFI/AAAAAAAAB_E/RjKydVo2gbg/s400/artwork_images_614_46868_joseph-beuys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234155447220315218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Na minha opinião, a arte é a única força evolutiva.&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;que só partindo da criatividade humana&lt;br /&gt;se pode transformar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;o estado de coisas existente&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph Beuys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(1921-1986), Alemanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objecto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph Beuys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capri Batterie,&lt;/span&gt; 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-7921519686277096062?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/7921519686277096062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=7921519686277096062&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7921519686277096062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7921519686277096062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/08/citao-31-na-minha-opinio-na-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SKN0pcK-JFI/AAAAAAAAB_E/RjKydVo2gbg/s72-c/artwork_images_614_46868_joseph-beuys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6942685265099304760</id><published>2008-07-30T00:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:06.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Misrach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madalena Lello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PAISAGISMO APOCALÍPTICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SHdzgRLVaGI/AAAAAAAAB-k/wymS9uri5-A/s1600-h/Robert+Misrach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 401px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SHdzgRLVaGI/AAAAAAAAB-k/wymS9uri5-A/s400/Robert+Misrach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221769291163330658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cemitério semi-abandonado com petrolífera ao fundo: quem suportaria ter em&lt;br /&gt;casa, ao lado de outras fotografias ou pinturas, imagens como esta, do americano&lt;br /&gt;Richard Misrach?  Imagens terríveis, belas e terríveis, apenas suportáveis nas&lt;br /&gt;paredes de museus que actualizam as suas colecções de autores contemporâneos,&lt;br /&gt;ou nas páginas de livros e revistas, ou em&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; sítios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;atentos aos problemas do planeta&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e à sua iconografia, como é o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://saisdeprata-e-pixels.blogspot.com/2008/07/os-mistrios-do-ouro-negro.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madalena Lello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia de paisagens aterradoras, praticada hoje por tantos fotógrafos, uns&lt;br /&gt;registando e denunciando a intolerável agressão do homem sobre a natureza,&lt;br /&gt;outros estetizando o horror urbano da nosso era, talvez não chegue a prevenir&lt;br /&gt;quanto às possibilidades de um desastre generalizado.&lt;br /&gt;De facto, através da proliferação de imagens fotográficas, parece ter-se abatido&lt;br /&gt;sobre o nosso quotidiano uma espécie de manto ficcional, fantasmagórico e&lt;br /&gt;obnubilante. Será que ainda nos restam temores do apocalipse, fora ou dentro&lt;br /&gt;do imaginário cristão que os originou? Ainda existe salvação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Misrach&lt;/span&gt; (n.1949), EUA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Rosary Cemetery and Union Carbide Complex, Taft, Louisiana, &lt;/span&gt;1998&lt;br /&gt;Col. The Art Institut of Chicago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6942685265099304760?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6942685265099304760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6942685265099304760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6942685265099304760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6942685265099304760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/07/paisagismo-apocalptico-cemitrio-semi.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SHdzgRLVaGI/AAAAAAAAB-k/wymS9uri5-A/s72-c/Robert+Misrach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6609833327820992159</id><published>2008-07-25T14:54:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:06.797Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GALIZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SIpTqcN-wqI/AAAAAAAAB-0/-tPJPRl4O1I/s1600-h/99000104.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 515px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SIpTqcN-wqI/AAAAAAAAB-0/-tPJPRl4O1I/s400/99000104.01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227082306111324834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 de Julho, Dia da Pátria Galega:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Rivas, poeta e ensaísta, refere-se-lhe assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na alta Idade Média, a Galiza é conhecida como&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jacobusland&lt;/span&gt;, o País de Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;A boa estrela de Compostela, que começou quando no séc. IX uma assembleia de&lt;br /&gt;clérigos e nobres, presidida pelo rei Afonso II, ratificou a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invenção&lt;/span&gt; do sepulcro&lt;br /&gt;apostólico, brilha agora por três motivos simbólicos, não conciliáveis para todos:&lt;br /&gt;cidade santa da Cristandade, santuário do Padroeiro de Espanha e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sanctasanctórum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do nacionalismo galego, com o seu centro de espiritualidade laica no Panteão dos&lt;br /&gt;Galegos Ilustres, onde jazem Rosalía de Castro e Castelao. Estas três vontades, ou&lt;br /&gt;outras paralelas como a de assistir à feira de gado que tanto agradava a Valle-Inclán&lt;br /&gt;ou os fogos de pirotecnia, convocam milhares de pessoas a Santiago no dia&lt;br /&gt;25 de Julho de cada ano. Louros peregrinos que chegam do centro da Europa de&lt;br /&gt;avião, mas também a pé, a cavalo ou em bicicleta pelo velho Caminho; políticos de&lt;br /&gt;fraque ou militares com o peito repleto de condecorações, que se dirigem à catedral&lt;br /&gt;para assistir à Oferenda ao Apóstolo; manifestantes nacionalistas com uma colorida&lt;br /&gt;simbologia entre céltica e marxista que celebram o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Día da patria galega;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e camponeses e pecuários que alimentam o substracto agrário de qualquer grande&lt;br /&gt;festa na Galiza. Com a indiferença das camadas urbanas estandardizadas que nesse&lt;br /&gt;dia peregrinam até às praias, Compostela oferece no 25 de Julho um espectáculo&lt;br /&gt;único, como se o complicado puzzle social galego se recompusesse num mosaico de&lt;br /&gt;costumes, num grande estúdio cinematográfico. Já me encontrei com veneráveis&lt;br /&gt;galeguistas agnósticos  que comparecem todos os anos em Compostela com uma&lt;br /&gt;constância religiosa, e a quem apenas a prisão privou desse acto de fé. Mesmo nos&lt;br /&gt;piores anos do franquismo se celebrava nas catacumbas esse Dia com uma cobertura&lt;br /&gt;religiosa, a chamada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misa de Rosalía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Texto &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manuel Rivas&lt;/span&gt; (n.1957), Galiza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Galicia, el bonsái atlántico, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;1994, ed. El País, S.A./Aguilar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; traduzido a partir do texto em castelhano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alfonso Castelao&lt;/span&gt; (1886-1950), Galiza&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O neno das pinhas,&lt;/span&gt; c.1926, aguarela. Museu de Pontevedra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6609833327820992159?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6609833327820992159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6609833327820992159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6609833327820992159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6609833327820992159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/07/galiza-25-de-julho-dia-da-ptria-galega.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SIpTqcN-wqI/AAAAAAAAB-0/-tPJPRl4O1I/s72-c/99000104.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3920887608348713047</id><published>2008-07-07T21:06:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:07.162Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José M. Rodrigues'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;JOSÉ M. RODRIGUES, EM ÉVORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SHJ72PbufYI/AAAAAAAAB-U/hiwnqnW-v_I/s1600-h/Antologia+Experimental+315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SHJ72PbufYI/AAAAAAAAB-U/hiwnqnW-v_I/s400/Antologia+Experimental+315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220371089861803394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;José M. Rodrigues - Antologia Experimental, no Palácio da Inquisição,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;em Évora,&lt;br /&gt;ao longo deste Verão. Lê-se num texto parietal da exposição:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Antologia Experimental" (1972-2008), reúne segmentos do percurso&lt;br /&gt;fotográfico de José M. Rodrigues explorando relações múltiplas entre&lt;br /&gt;fotografias das últimas duas décadas e o trabalho experimentalista realizado&lt;br /&gt;sobretudo na década de 1980,&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;período em que o artista, então a residir na&lt;br /&gt;Holanda, manteve estreitas ligações com os movimentos de vanguarda do&lt;br /&gt;centro da Europa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fotógrafo dos pés à cabeça (ou da cabeça aos pés), José M. Rodrigues diz&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não saberia viver sem fotografar. Uma confissão apaixonada de quem&lt;br /&gt;fotografa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de corpo inteiro e para quem o experimentalismo foi uma zona de&lt;br /&gt;pura respiração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que cruza até hoje com as práticas fotográficas clássicas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao contrário dos escultores ou pintores que afirmam utilizar a fotografia para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dizer aquilo que não poderiam dizer de outro modo, José M. Rodrigues tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;utilizado outras linguagens - instalação, objectos tridimensionais, vídeo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;performance - para explorar e aprofundar aquilo que pretende dizer como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fotógrafo. Mais do que um trabalho implicando a diluição de fronteiras entre&lt;br /&gt;a fotografia e as outras disciplinas, trata-se fundamentalmente de uma fusão&lt;br /&gt;de linguagens ao serviço da fotografia. Este aspecto talvez deva considerar-se&lt;br /&gt;a principal originalidade do seu percurso experimental, por comportar uma&lt;br /&gt;misteriosa unidade contida na diversidade, a par de factores de irreverência&lt;br /&gt;que o artista subordina ao sentido da ordem. José M. Rodrigues toma como&lt;br /&gt;suas as palavras do pintor George Braque: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Amo a regra que corrige a emoção,&lt;br /&gt;amo a emoção que corrige a regra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Foto-objecto &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José M. Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt; (n. 1951), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S/título, &lt;/span&gt;Amsterdam, 1985/2008. Sequência de diapositivos em caixa de luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;no Palácio da Inquisição, Évora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 172.9pt 0.0001pt 45pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/20636521-3920887608348713047?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3920887608348713047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3920887608348713047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3920887608348713047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3920887608348713047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/07/jos-m.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SHJ72PbufYI/AAAAAAAAB-U/hiwnqnW-v_I/s72-c/Antologia+Experimental+315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-519950665484568173</id><published>2008-06-01T00:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:07.611Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 30]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SE ELA UM DIA ADORMECER COM CEREJAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SEHYD9RbriI/AAAAAAAAB-M/sTTqU_2jPMo/s1600-h/910cameron_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 480px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SEHYD9RbriI/AAAAAAAAB-M/sTTqU_2jPMo/s400/910cameron_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206680206715891234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Se ela um dia adormecer com cerejas junto ao pequeno&lt;br /&gt;respirar, e sonhar&lt;br /&gt;estes imensos arcos que os séculos vão colocando&lt;br /&gt;sob os astros - e se de tudo&lt;br /&gt;a sua cabeça estremecer como numa loucura,&lt;br /&gt;com altos picos em volta, com enormes faróis&lt;br /&gt;acendendo e apagando - escuta: se essa criança&lt;br /&gt;imaginar, e todas as cordas se juntarem tensamente&lt;br /&gt;para que ela invente o seu próprio rio&lt;br /&gt;sem nome (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citação/Poema &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herberto Helder&lt;/span&gt; (n.1930),&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Musas Cegas&lt;/span&gt;, VII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://certossons.blogspot.com/2006/11/6-coloca-as-tuas-mos.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Julia Margaret Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1815-1879), Reino Unido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel Gurney, I Wait,&lt;/span&gt; 1872, col. The J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-519950665484568173?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/519950665484568173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=519950665484568173&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/519950665484568173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/519950665484568173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/06/citao-30-se-ela-um-dia-adormecer-com.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SEHYD9RbriI/AAAAAAAAB-M/sTTqU_2jPMo/s72-c/910cameron_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6157284258322627074</id><published>2008-05-06T11:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:07.795Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José M. Rodrigues'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;JOSÉ M. RODRIGUES, EM LISBOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SBhIX4sE6MI/AAAAAAAAB-E/g8rJDiHEgXo/s1600-h/JMR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 527px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SBhIX4sE6MI/AAAAAAAAB-E/g8rJDiHEgXo/s400/JMR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194981745363314882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abriu com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elementos,&lt;/span&gt; de José M. Rodrigues, a nova galeria Pente 10.&lt;br /&gt;A exposição apresenta trabalhos recentes a cores e preto e branco, alguns deles&lt;br /&gt;em grande formato, mas também objectos e uma instalação. O conjunto&lt;br /&gt;diversificado de obras, dialogando entre si, parece resumir as preocupações&lt;br /&gt;do autor ao longo do seu percurso e apontar simultâneamente alguns caminhos&lt;br /&gt;novos. A não perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dedicada a projectos artísticos predominantemente contemporâneos na área&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;da fotografia, a Pente 10, dirigida por Catarina Ferrer, está situada no centro&lt;br /&gt;de Lisboa, na Trav. da Fábrica dos Pentes, nº 10, junto ao mágico Jardim das&lt;br /&gt;Amoreiras, bem próximo do Museu Arpad/Vieira da Silva. O espaço interior&lt;br /&gt;da galeria, com projecto do arquitecto Francisco Aires Mateus, possui dois pisos&lt;br /&gt;com salas de exposição, um dos quais integra um compartimento "caixa negra",&lt;br /&gt;destinado a instalações de arte e projectos especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;José M. Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n. 1951)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Valência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6157284258322627074?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6157284258322627074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6157284258322627074&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6157284258322627074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6157284258322627074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/04/jos-m.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SBhIX4sE6MI/AAAAAAAAB-E/g8rJDiHEgXo/s72-c/JMR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2254744671325566148</id><published>2008-04-25T01:41:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:08.201Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 de Abril'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;REVOLUÇÃO, DE NOVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SBFPgIsE6KI/AAAAAAAAB90/bzpnObYRRLg/s1600-h/Ana+Hatherly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SBFPgIsE6KI/AAAAAAAAB90/bzpnObYRRLg/s400/Ana+Hatherly.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193019258841655458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SBH11YsE6LI/AAAAAAAAB98/18rOaYexsNg/s1600-h/Ana+Hatherly+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SBH11YsE6LI/AAAAAAAAB98/18rOaYexsNg/s400/Ana+Hatherly+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193202142844086450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comemorações da Revolução dos Cravos . Ultraperiférico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossível não comemorar a Revolução dos Cravos, 34 anos depois. Basta lembrar&lt;br /&gt;que entre 1926 e 1974 o país viveu isolado do mundo,  e que durante esse quase&lt;br /&gt;meio século de grandes transformações culturais e sociais, Portugal se distanciou&lt;br /&gt;tragicamente da Europa, como se dela não fizesse parte.&lt;br /&gt;Um balanço dos anos posteriores à Revolução, leva-nos a constatar que, à excepção&lt;br /&gt;das mudanças ditas estruturais resultantes da vivência democrática, persistem na&lt;br /&gt;sociedade portuguesa mentalidades, hábitos e idiossincrasias que contrariam uma&lt;br /&gt;verdadeira condição europeia.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo perdido não se recupera, é certo, mas diagnosticar as fragilidades talvez&lt;br /&gt;contribua para combater a inércia e a mediocridade.&lt;br /&gt;E se outros motivos não houvesse, onde é que já se viu deixar de comemorar uma&lt;br /&gt;revolução feita com flores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Colagem &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ana Hatherly&lt;/span&gt; (n.1929), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; Da séria &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As ruas da cidade,&lt;/span&gt; 1977, Col. CAM/FCG, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Adenda]&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante a evocação dos portugueses mortos pela ditadura, no &lt;a href="http://jq.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/2008/04/e_para_constar_foi_lavrado_o_p"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Branco Sujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a pergunta é: e os portugueses que ao longo daqueles anos morreram por dentro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2254744671325566148?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2254744671325566148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2254744671325566148&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2254744671325566148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2254744671325566148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/04/1974-comemoraes-da-revoluo-dos-cravos.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/SBFPgIsE6KI/AAAAAAAAB90/bzpnObYRRLg/s72-c/Ana+Hatherly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-7363953686758271375</id><published>2008-04-09T00:39:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:08.551Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CONTACTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R_wCoNPPS4I/AAAAAAAAB9k/Ime8o_aCq5o/s1600-h/northatlantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R_wCoNPPS4I/AAAAAAAAB9k/Ime8o_aCq5o/s400/northatlantic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187023760595569538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se deva chamar-se cedência ortográfica ao acordo de que tanto se fala.&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo bem para que serve. É coisa cultural, diz-se. É só para eliminar&lt;br /&gt;da língua o supérfluo, visto que o acordo não inclui alterações de sintaxe nem&lt;br /&gt;de pronúncia, apenas de ortografia. Sim, mas... se em lugar de acção, direcção,&lt;br /&gt;protecção, adopção, passamos a escrever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ação, direção, proteção, adoção&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a tendência não será para ler &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a-ção,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dir-ção, pru-teção, adu-ção&lt;/span&gt;? Falta saber&lt;br /&gt;se corrector passa a corretor, nesse caso, como o corretor da Bolsa tem o direito&lt;br /&gt;de corrigir, lemos que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o corretor é corretor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E como as palavras graves ou paroxítonas deixam de levar acento, passa a&lt;br /&gt;escrever-se, por exemplo, boia em vez de bóia, e como a bóia até boia, lemos&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a boia boia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E como os cidadãos não têm voto nesta matéria, resta-nos ceder com tacto&lt;br /&gt;ao acordo, ou então aceder com tato à cedência. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contato com tato&lt;/span&gt;. Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hiroshi Sugimoto&lt;/span&gt; (n.1948), Japão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;North Atlantic Sea,&lt;/span&gt; 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-7363953686758271375?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/7363953686758271375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=7363953686758271375&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7363953686758271375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7363953686758271375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/04/contacto-no-sei-se-deva-chamar-se.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R_wCoNPPS4I/AAAAAAAAB9k/Ime8o_aCq5o/s72-c/northatlantic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-619282673377219935</id><published>2008-03-17T00:27:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:08.737Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HOJE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R93GJcVgukI/AAAAAAAAB9E/VLLM6Ez7VL8/s1600-h/5%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 406px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R93GJcVgukI/AAAAAAAAB9E/VLLM6Ez7VL8/s400/5%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178513012073478722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que os professores de todo o país reunem para avaliar os seus alunos,&lt;br /&gt;porque a avaliação é para os professores um dos actos essenciais do sistema de&lt;br /&gt;ensino, e porque se considera também que a avaliação do próprio sistema, escolas&lt;br /&gt;e professores, é igualmente indispensável, transcreve-se o seguinte documento&lt;br /&gt;do Departamento de Línguas da Escola Secundária D. Maria II, Braga, divulgado&lt;br /&gt;no blogue &lt;a href="http://movimentoescolapublica.blogspot.com/2008/03/olha-o-bom-exemplo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Movimento Escola Pública&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que, sem fundamento válido, se fracturou a carreira docente em duas: professores titulares e não titulares;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que essa fractura se operou com base num processo arbitrário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gerando injustiças inqualificáveis;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que os parâmetros desse concurso se circunscreveram, aleatória &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e arbitrariamente, aos últimos sete anos, deitando insanemente para o caixote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do lixo carreiras e dedicações de vidas inteiras entregues à profissão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que, por via de tão injusto concurso, não se pode admitir, sem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ofensa&lt;br /&gt;para todos, que seguiram em frente só os melhores, e que ficaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para trás os que&lt;br /&gt;eram piores;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que esse concurso terá repercussões na aplicação do assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chamado&lt;br /&gt;modelo de avaliação, já que, em princípio, quem por essa via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acedeu a titular será&lt;br /&gt;passível de ser nomeado coordenador e, logo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avaliador;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que, por essa via, pode muito bem acontecer que o avaliador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; seja menos qualificado que o avaliado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que o modelo de avaliação é tecnicamente medíocre;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que o modelo de avaliação é leviano nos prazos que impõe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que o modelo de avaliação contém critérios subjectivos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que há divergências jurídicas sérias relativas à legitimidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deste modelo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que o Conselho Executivo e os Coordenadores de Departamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foram democraticamente eleitos com base nas funções então definidas para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esses órgãos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atendendo a que este processo, a continuar, terá que ser desenvolvido pelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anunciados futuros Conselhos de Escola, Director escolhido por esse Conselho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e pelos Coordenadores nomeados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nós, professores do Departamento de Línguas, da Escola Secundária D. Maria II, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não reconhecemos legitimidade democrática a nenhum dos órgãos da escola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para darem continuidade a um processo que extravasa as funções para as quais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foram eleitos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais consideram que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por uma questão de dignidade e de solidariedade profissional, devem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esses órgãos, suspender, de imediato, toda e qualquer iniciativa relacionada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;com a avaliação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caso desejem e insistam na aplicação de tão arbitrário modelo, devem assumir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a quebra&lt;br /&gt;do vínculo democrático e de confiança entre eles próprios e quem os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elegeu, tirando&lt;br /&gt;daí as consequências moralmente exigidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo Catrica&lt;/span&gt; (n.1965), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Liceus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;, ed. Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim, Lisboa,  2005 (via &lt;a href="http://saisdeprata-e-pixels.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-ensino-em-portugal.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sais de Prata e Pixels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-619282673377219935?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/619282673377219935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=619282673377219935&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/619282673377219935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/619282673377219935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoje-no-dia-em-que-os-professores-de.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R93GJcVgukI/AAAAAAAAB9E/VLLM6Ez7VL8/s72-c/5%2B015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3916580881178277777</id><published>2008-03-16T14:01:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:09.035Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R91MEMVgujI/AAAAAAAAB88/DQt40LFTfxQ/s1600-h/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R91MEMVgujI/AAAAAAAAB88/DQt40LFTfxQ/s400/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178378781460576818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PF #13] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfurações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;a href="http://antologiadoesquecimento.blogspot.com/2008/03/ltima-hora.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insónia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Henrique Fialho protesta contra  a proposta de lei que permitirá&lt;br /&gt;à ASAE passar a fiscalizar, não apenas os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sítios públicos&lt;/span&gt;, mas também os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sítios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;púbicos&lt;/span&gt; supostamente privados. Ora, o que a ASAE pretende, é apenas manter&lt;br /&gt;os bons costumes, a moral. Até porque em tempos ainda houve no país umas&lt;br /&gt;suspeitazitas de corrupção, de pedofilia, de crimes de colarinho branco, de jogos&lt;br /&gt;de interesses autarquias/construção civil, de futebol/autarquias, ou diversos&lt;br /&gt;outros vice-versas. Mas não. Está categoricamente provado que Portugal é um&lt;br /&gt;país de cara lavada, repleto de gente de bem, sem o mais leve resquício de dívidas&lt;br /&gt;ao fisco, gente que vai à missa ao domingo, que vive pacatamente em seus pacatos&lt;br /&gt;condomínios fechados. Está tudo nos conformes, incluindo a situação económica&lt;br /&gt;criada por Cavaco no tempo das vacas gordas, temos sol, pobrezinhos já não há,&lt;br /&gt;a classe média floresce como a Primavera em todo o seu esplendor. E vem agora&lt;br /&gt;esta malta nova a querer abalar a ordem vigente ostentando brincos e piercings&lt;br /&gt;e tal. Ainda por cima devem ser todos uns fumadores do caraças. Dá mau aspecto.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, deixem lá a ASAE continuar a zelar pelo progresso do país, providenciando&lt;br /&gt;a saúde dos cidadãos. É tudo feito a pensar em nós, não é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3916580881178277777?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3916580881178277777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3916580881178277777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3916580881178277777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3916580881178277777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/03/pf-13-perfuraes.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R91MEMVgujI/AAAAAAAAB88/DQt40LFTfxQ/s72-c/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-7098978271233868615</id><published>2008-02-14T23:01:00.017Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:14.893Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;JIM DINE TODOS OS DIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLIOMzIEI/AAAAAAAABp4/mu68H5Qg8Jw/s1600-h/artwork_images_806_353763_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLGeMzICI/AAAAAAAABpo/WLpO0jWSV48/s400/artwork_images_588_201979_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166977984547201058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLJOMzIGI/AAAAAAAABqI/RjVif-EJsbk/s1600-h/artwork_images_826_111124_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLJOMzIGI/AAAAAAAABqI/RjVif-EJsbk/s400/artwork_images_826_111124_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166978031791841378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TIyOMzH-I/AAAAAAAABpI/1APNsYqCpI8/s1600-h/artwork_images_222_355454_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TIyOMzH-I/AAAAAAAABpI/1APNsYqCpI8/s400/artwork_images_222_355454_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166975437631594466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TM2uMzILI/AAAAAAAABqw/fOzsOj3Fuo4/s1600-h/artwork_images_191397_344543_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TM2uMzILI/AAAAAAAABqw/fOzsOj3Fuo4/s400/artwork_images_191397_344543_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166979912987517106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TYZeMzISI/AAAAAAAABro/OG5B14Xqnr4/s1600-h/dine05-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TYZeMzISI/AAAAAAAABro/OG5B14Xqnr4/s400/dine05-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166992604615876898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TYZeMzITI/AAAAAAAABrw/O1YF5HW3vPc/s1600-h/dine09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TYZeMzITI/AAAAAAAABrw/O1YF5HW3vPc/s400/dine09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166992604615876914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TYZuMzIUI/AAAAAAAABr4/0-LbC6wrbyY/s1600-h/l_51360-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TYZuMzIUI/AAAAAAAABr4/0-LbC6wrbyY/s400/l_51360-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166992608910844226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TM1-MzIII/AAAAAAAABqY/M8avK2noK44/s1600-h/artwork_images_1047_311067_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TM1-MzIII/AAAAAAAABqY/M8avK2noK44/s400/artwork_images_1047_311067_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166979900102615170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLIuMzIFI/AAAAAAAABqA/7-uRAl8gPWc/s1600-h/artwork_images_826_111123_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLIuMzIFI/AAAAAAAABqA/7-uRAl8gPWc/s400/artwork_images_826_111123_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166978023201906770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TM1OMzIHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/jYcP3pJ2D04/s1600-h/artwork_images_826_120947_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TM1OMzIHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/jYcP3pJ2D04/s400/artwork_images_826_120947_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166979887217713266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TM2OMzIJI/AAAAAAAABqg/Z6-NxWUBBIw/s1600-h/artwork_images_112382_351124_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TM2OMzIJI/AAAAAAAABqg/Z6-NxWUBBIw/s400/artwork_images_112382_351124_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166979904397582482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TIx-MzH9I/AAAAAAAABpA/Mt79L-cvujQ/s1600-h/03_320square-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TIx-MzH9I/AAAAAAAABpA/Mt79L-cvujQ/s400/03_320square-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166975433336627154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TIyuMzIAI/AAAAAAAABpY/TiT-im-461s/s1600-h/artwork_images_374_38149_jim-dine-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TIyuMzIAI/AAAAAAAABpY/TiT-im-461s/s400/artwork_images_374_38149_jim-dine-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166975446221529090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLHuMzIDI/AAAAAAAABpw/9Pbbv6je80k/s1600-h/artwork_images_653_79850_jim-dine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLHuMzIDI/AAAAAAAABpw/9Pbbv6je80k/s400/artwork_images_653_79850_jim-dine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166978006022037554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TYY-MzIRI/AAAAAAAABrg/VY7MnhZPeDg/s1600-h/artwork_images_1131_255406_jim-dine-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TYY-MzIRI/AAAAAAAABrg/VY7MnhZPeDg/s400/artwork_images_1131_255406_jim-dine-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166992596025942290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span&gt;clique em cada coração para ampliar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;E porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"un corazón solitario no es un corazón"&lt;/span&gt; (Antonio Machado)&lt;br /&gt;faça a sua escolha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinturas &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim Dine&lt;/span&gt; (n.1935), EUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;v. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guggenheim.org/exhibitions/past_exhibitions/dine/dine_bottom2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jim Dine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-7098978271233868615?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/7098978271233868615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=7098978271233868615&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7098978271233868615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7098978271233868615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/02/jim-dine-todos-os-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R7TLIOMzIEI/AAAAAAAABp4/mu68H5Qg8Jw/s72-c/artwork_images_806_353763_jim-dine-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3491497269542285114</id><published>2008-02-05T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:15.133Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ENTRUDO, O ADEUS À CARNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R6jSeAESvEI/AAAAAAAABf8/Tra9QBXGHRQ/s1600-h/MAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 712px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R6jSeAESvEI/AAAAAAAABf8/Tra9QBXGHRQ/s400/MAB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163608385636187202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval tradicional desapareceu. Sobram resíduos folclóricos em pequenas&lt;br /&gt;localidades, mais os carnavais urbanos progressivamente desenraizados, mais os&lt;br /&gt;carnavais das máquinas de  indústria turística. Vieram os corsos, crescentemente&lt;br /&gt;abrasileirados, imitação barata das grandiosas fantasias tropicais, mimetismo saloio&lt;br /&gt;de pobrezinhos com meninas seminuas num frio de rachar, e estrelas brasileiras de&lt;br /&gt;telenovela. Escolas de samba do Minho ao Algarve, e todo o mundo sambando&lt;br /&gt;avenidas fora, sambando aos ritmos baianos e cariocas nas cidades pequenas de&lt;br /&gt;Portugal.  E nós que levámos o entrudo para o Brasil, importa-mo-lo agora de lá.&lt;br /&gt;A identidade carnavalesca deu à sola, a criatividade do povo luso extinguiu-se ou&lt;br /&gt;domesticou-se. Uns porque são avessos a folias, outros porque a tradição já não é&lt;br /&gt;o que era, outros porque já bastam as máscaras do dia a dia. Todos amargurados&lt;br /&gt;e amolecidos pela tal crise de que tanto se fala, sem vontade de rir.&lt;br /&gt;E findo o entrudo só nos resta esperar pelo próximo 31 de Outubro, a ver se é&lt;br /&gt;desta que o (lusitaníssimo!!!) Halloween passa a feriado nacional, colado ao feriado&lt;br /&gt;do Dia-de-Todos-os-Santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Objecto etnográfico &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Anónimo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Máscara transmontana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; séc. XX.,  Bragança, Museu do Abade de Baçal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3491497269542285114?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3491497269542285114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3491497269542285114&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3491497269542285114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3491497269542285114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/02/entrudo-o-adeus-carne-o-carnaval.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R6jSeAESvEI/AAAAAAAABf8/Tra9QBXGHRQ/s72-c/MAB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2099129226318516699</id><published>2008-01-27T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:15.544Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O ALVO &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ou a ética e a táctica na política)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R5tj8gESuOI/AAAAAAAABYQ/T7jOW4h6A6A/s1600-h/Camacho,+Foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R5tj8gESuOI/AAAAAAAABYQ/T7jOW4h6A6A/s400/Camacho,+Foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159827689134274786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A atenção que este blogue dedica aos chamados assuntos da ordem do dia é, por&lt;br /&gt;convicção, tão reduzida quanto possível. Estamos a falar daqueles assuntos que,&lt;br /&gt;por determinação dos nossos media, adquirem o estatuto de actualidade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando, de repente, se torna indispensável noticiar e debater as reais&lt;br /&gt;possibilidades de Portugal ser alvo de acções terroristas por parte do&lt;br /&gt;fundamentalismo islâmico, não podemos deixar de questionar por que motivo&lt;br /&gt;é este o momento de quebrar o tabu. Claro, o facto de Espanha ter dado o  alerta,&lt;br /&gt;parece ter-nos acordado. De súbito, deixámos de ser incólumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, não é de agora que Portugal passou a ser um alvo potencial. Desde&lt;br /&gt;o 11 de Setembro que esse risco se tornou claro. Não se deu por isso, à conta da&lt;br /&gt;velha ideia de que somos insignificantes no contexto europeu, sem dimensão nem&lt;br /&gt;visibilidade internacionais. Subestima-se sistematicamente o prestígio do país,&lt;br /&gt;ignora-se que para o mundo árabe o nosso estatuto histórico ainda não foi&lt;br /&gt;esquecido, do mesmo modo que, sobretudo no sul do território português, as&lt;br /&gt;ancestrais tradições mouriscas permanecem vivas muitos séculos depois da&lt;br /&gt;cristianização total do território e da consequente expulsão dos mouros, aliás&lt;br /&gt;posteriormente perseguidos pelos "cruzados" portugueses no norte de África.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, a exposição mediática a que Durão Barroso, então primeiro ministro,&lt;br /&gt;sujeitou o país, quando da nefasta cimeira dos Açores de 2003, não deixou margem&lt;br /&gt;para dúvidas: ficámos na lista dos alvos preferenciais. Mas a "cruzada" de  Barroso&lt;br /&gt;era outra: tinha como alvo as suas manifestas ambições de carreira política externa,&lt;br /&gt;aposta ganha pelo próprio, independentemente das qualidades que possam ser-lhe&lt;br /&gt;reconhecidas no cargo que ocupa na União Europeia. Certamente imbuido da tal&lt;br /&gt;ideia pequena de que Portugal é um país pequeno, Barroso desvalorizou riscos e responsabilidades, para atingir o seu alvo. Esperemos agora que o fundamentalismo&lt;br /&gt;islâmico  não atinja o seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver no Ultraperiférico &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/search/label/isl%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;estes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; posts antigos, e &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/09/11-de-setembro-e-se-duas-bombas-se.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mais recente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Fotografia (reedição) &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foto Camacho &lt;/span&gt;(Portugal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Açoteias,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olhão, &lt;/span&gt;1966 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(foto&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ©  FC/CRO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2099129226318516699?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2099129226318516699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2099129226318516699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2099129226318516699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2099129226318516699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-alvo-ou-tica-e-tctica-na-poltica.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R5tj8gESuOI/AAAAAAAABYQ/T7jOW4h6A6A/s72-c/Camacho,+Foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5409392065313159557</id><published>2008-01-17T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:15.645Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ANO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R46OukleDtI/AAAAAAAABV0/uNhh-zWwYik/s1600-h/mirrors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R46OukleDtI/AAAAAAAABV0/uNhh-zWwYik/s400/mirrors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156215554131758802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarda por motivos vários (traições do novo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;template&lt;/span&gt;, por exemplo) a prometida&lt;br /&gt;renovação desde blogue, prematuramente anunciada em Novembro. Entretanto&lt;br /&gt;assinalamos a data do segundo aniversário porque, embora não pareça, as coisas&lt;br /&gt;estão a mexer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duane Michals&lt;/span&gt; (n.1932), EUA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; A story about a story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; 1995&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5409392065313159557?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5409392065313159557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5409392065313159557&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5409392065313159557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5409392065313159557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/01/ano-2-tarda-por-vrios-motivos-traies-do.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R46OukleDtI/AAAAAAAABV0/uNhh-zWwYik/s72-c/mirrors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-1668448341367832975</id><published>2008-01-03T11:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:16.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MAUS HÁBITOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R35jK0leC3I/AAAAAAAABOo/VTakSgSnaLQ/s1600-h/the+smoking+nuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 518px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R35jK0leC3I/AAAAAAAABOo/VTakSgSnaLQ/s400/the+smoking+nuns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151664061324069746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejamos um bom ano de 2008 a todos os fumadores activos e passivos, sem&lt;br /&gt;discriminação.  E que a revogação dos excessos legislativos esteja para breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia das senhoras acima, fumando desalmadamente à porta do refeitório&lt;br /&gt;conventual, é uma reedição de imagem tirada do &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/search/label/prazeres"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; em que se escreveu sobre o&lt;br /&gt;vício que tanto atormenta puritanistas e legisladores portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leituras fumegantes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; Sérgio Lavos:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://retrato-auto.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-pecador-me-confesso.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu, pecador, me confesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; Daniel Oliveira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;a href="http://arrastao.org/tabaco/santos-da-casa/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Santos da casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; Fernanda Câncio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://5dias.net/2008/01/04/o-inspector-a-lei-a-cigarrilha-o-casino-e-o-pais-pacovio/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O inspector, a lei, a cigarrilha, o casino e o país pacóvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; Irmão Lúcia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;a href="http://irmaolucia.blogspot.com/2008/01/galinha-da-minha-vizinha-sempre-melhor.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bem prega frei ASAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-1668448341367832975?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/1668448341367832975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=1668448341367832975&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1668448341367832975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1668448341367832975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2008/01/maus-hbitos-desejamos-um-bom-ano-de.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R35jK0leC3I/AAAAAAAABOo/VTakSgSnaLQ/s72-c/the+smoking+nuns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5875534797043073288</id><published>2007-12-18T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:19.558Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TÃO ALTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2bg0EleCVI/AAAAAAAABKI/xW7TGA-A_Z4/s1600-h/cv+1.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2bg0EleCVI/AAAAAAAABKI/xW7TGA-A_Z4/s400/cv+1.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145046809506089298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2bg0EleCWI/AAAAAAAABKQ/hDbFu8EjM2Y/s1600-h/cv+2.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2bg0EleCWI/AAAAAAAABKQ/hDbFu8EjM2Y/s400/cv+2.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145046809506089314" border="0" /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase=" http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="200" height="19"&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value=" http://www.vinteedois.com/cliente/stream3.swf" /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;  &lt;embed src=" http://www.vinteedois.com/cliente/stream3.swf " quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer " type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="19"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ó águia que vais tão alta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voando de pólo em pólo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leva-me ao céu onde eu tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mãe que me trouxe ao colo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe que me trouxe ao colo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me está fazendo falta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voando de pólo em pólo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ó águia que vais tão alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Dezembro, neste dia, em pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Versos &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canto popular alentejano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Vozes &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Amina Alaoui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; (n.1964), Marrocos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Grupo Coral da Casa do Povo de Serpa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;com a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orquestra Sinfónica de Córdoba&lt;/span&gt;, Espanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Terra de Abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, ed. Ocarina,  2003&lt;br /&gt;Fotografias &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Propranolol&lt;/span&gt;, Ultraperiférico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2bg0EleCWI/AAAAAAAABKQ/hDbFu8EjM2Y/s1600-h/cv+2.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5875534797043073288?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5875534797043073288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5875534797043073288&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5875534797043073288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5875534797043073288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/12/citao-32-guia-guia-que-vais-to-alta.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2bg0EleCVI/AAAAAAAABKI/xW7TGA-A_Z4/s72-c/cv+1.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-1507754107511378266</id><published>2007-12-13T23:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:20.139Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2Hj2lAt7kI/AAAAAAAAA_I/jPVVPlrsR20/s1600-h/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2Hj2lAt7kI/AAAAAAAAA_I/jPVVPlrsR20/s400/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143642776221380162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PF#12] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tratado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o Ultraperiférico não avança com a prometida renovação, parece-me&lt;br /&gt;que o melhor é entreter o blogue com efemérides. De modo que não resisto a&lt;br /&gt;comentar o acontecimento do dia, a cerimónia de assinatura do Tratado de Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;Estava tudo muito bonito, sim senhor, não há dúvida que houve cuidado. Excepto,&lt;br /&gt;naturalmente, Dulce Pontes. Numa cerimónia deste teor não pode submeter-se&lt;br /&gt;a assistência ao triste espectáculo de quem se apresenta em palco vestida e&lt;br /&gt;penteada com esfregonas do minipreço, que se mexe e remexe como se fosse uma&lt;br /&gt;contorcionista e, muito  mais grave ainda, com uma incapacidade irremediável para&lt;br /&gt;entender que a arte de cantar não tem nada a ver com gargarejos e piruetas vocais&lt;br /&gt;até ao limite do suportável pelo ouvido humano.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, Portugal já não pode permitir-se passar por vergonhas destas. Há&lt;br /&gt;por aí tantas cantoras com vozes bonitas e com a imprescindível noção estética do&lt;br /&gt;que é uma presença em palco.&lt;br /&gt;Teria sido tão simples. E estava tudo a correr tão bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PF&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-1507754107511378266?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/1507754107511378266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=1507754107511378266&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1507754107511378266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/1507754107511378266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/12/pf14-tratado-enquanto-o-ultraperifrico.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R2Hj2lAt7kI/AAAAAAAAA_I/jPVVPlrsR20/s72-c/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4132275527994391065</id><published>2007-11-23T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:20.436Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leilões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tintoretto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política cultural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiepolo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;VERGONHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R0cidhJRaFI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6Lpn85r-Rxs/s1600-h/Tiepolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 449px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R0cidhJRaFI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6Lpn85r-Rxs/s400/Tiepolo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136111790548150354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No espaço de apenas três semanas, por diferentes razões, sairam nos jornais duas&lt;br /&gt;notícias referentes à existência em Portugal de obras de dois grandes mestres&lt;br /&gt;italianos, por coincidência, ambos venezianos e ambos pintores de génio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tintoretto&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiepolo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiramente, foi noticiada a "descoberta" de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/11/05/tema/a_tela_perdida_tintoretto.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A Adoração dos Magos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enorme&lt;br /&gt;tela de Jacopo  Tintoretto (1518-1594), pertença do convento de Singeverga. Um&lt;br /&gt;facto feliz, mas que não deixa de ser sintomático da deficiente ou tardia investigação&lt;br /&gt;histórica em torno do património artístico nacional que se encontra na posse da&lt;br /&gt;Igreja.&lt;br /&gt;Surge agora uma má notícia que deveria cobrir de vergonha as classes dirigentes&lt;br /&gt;do país, potenciais mecenas incluídos: foi declarado pelos responsáveis do Ministério&lt;br /&gt;da Cultura que o Estado não irá exercer o seu direito de preferência na compra da&lt;br /&gt;pintura &lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1311713"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deposição de Cristo no Túmulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Giambattista Tiepolo, classificada&lt;br /&gt;desde 1939 como obra de interesse público, e que desde essa data está impedida de&lt;br /&gt;sair de Portugal. A obra vai a leilão em Lisboa no próximo dia 29, com uma base de&lt;br /&gt;licitação de 1.250.000 euros. Nada disto constituiria escândalo se os nossos&lt;br /&gt;principais museus não carecessem de autores e obras de arte de primeiro plano,&lt;br /&gt;nomeadamente no que respeita à pintura italiana. A inexistência em Portugal de&lt;br /&gt;políticas de aquisição, ou melhor dizendo, de políticas de investimento em bens&lt;br /&gt;artísticos, que complementem lacunas e enriqueçam as colecções já existentes,&lt;br /&gt;tem uma longa história de incúria e desprezo pela arte. Na triste (ultra)periferia&lt;br /&gt;museológica em que o país permanece, não é tido em consideração o exemplo  dos&lt;br /&gt;principais museus internacionais que, apesar da dimensão e relevância das suas&lt;br /&gt;colecções, continuam a desenvolver fortes políticas de aquisição.&lt;br /&gt;Por cá, a desculpa é a mesma de sempre: que faltam meios ao Estado, que o dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;não chega para tudo... Mas então, porque não se encurtam gastos sumptuários, a&lt;br /&gt;começar pelas despesas dos Ministérios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Giovanni Battista Tiepolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; (1696-1770), Itália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Deposição de Cristo no Túmulo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; c. 1765?. Colecção Particular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(leilão da casa &lt;a href="http://www.leiria-e-nascimento.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Leiria &amp;amp; Nascimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Lisboa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 30. Nov.2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Júbilo, é a palavra certa. O Estado acabou por exercer o seu direito de opção na&lt;br /&gt;compra da pintura de Tiepolo, como já se previa em vésperas do leilão.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, houve vergonha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não era coisa que se pudesse desprezar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;uma parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no MNAA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; com três obras do grande mestre veneziano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4132275527994391065?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4132275527994391065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4132275527994391065&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4132275527994391065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4132275527994391065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/11/vergonha-no-espao-de-trs-semanas-por.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/R0cidhJRaFI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6Lpn85r-Rxs/s72-c/Tiepolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6338271107730171999</id><published>2007-11-13T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:03:37.040Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RENOVAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedimos mais alguns dias de paciência aos leitores que continuam a visitar-nos.&lt;br /&gt;Em breve traremos novidades: a necessária &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;renovação gráfica do Ultraperiférico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a criação de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 novos blogs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;associados. &lt;/span&gt;Até logo!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6338271107730171999?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6338271107730171999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6338271107730171999&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6338271107730171999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6338271107730171999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/11/renovao-pedimos-mais-alguns-dias-de.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3205689001323182329</id><published>2007-10-21T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:20.839Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José M. Rodrigues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor L.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 29]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;COLOCA AS TUAS MÃOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RxhvODbRtVI/AAAAAAAAA3M/rtsD4GZOGFw/s1600-h/13+-+Solo+-+JMR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 505px; height: 503px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RxhvODbRtVI/AAAAAAAAA3M/rtsD4GZOGFw/s400/13+-+Solo+-+JMR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122966863362504018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Coloca as tuas mãos sobre a pedra&lt;br /&gt;coloca de frente para o mar os muros&lt;br /&gt;que cercam os corpos&lt;br /&gt;aceita a noite que os habita&lt;br /&gt;e sorri. Verás que as aves&lt;br /&gt;fazem ninhos sobre os muros&lt;br /&gt;e sob as tuas mãos se desenha&lt;br /&gt;a rara luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicita-se o blogue &lt;a href="http://certossons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Certos Sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pelo primeiro ano de poemas acompanhados de&lt;br /&gt;fragmentos de obras de arte. Memórias em zoom. A simplicidade, sempre difícil,&lt;br /&gt;de cruzar enigmas poéticos.&lt;br /&gt;É também um raro blogue de resistência à ilustração, utilizando imagens alheias sem&lt;br /&gt;as aniquilar ou vampirizar, simultâneamente enfrentando o tabu da fragmentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação/Poema &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor L., &lt;/span&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coloca as tuas mãos&lt;/span&gt;, 2006 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://certossons.blogspot.com/2006/11/6-coloca-as-tuas-mos.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poema 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Certos Sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José M. Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt; (n.1951), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Solo, &lt;/span&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(fragmento de uma fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; da série &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3205689001323182329?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3205689001323182329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3205689001323182329&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3205689001323182329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3205689001323182329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/10/citao-29-coloca-as-tuas-mos-coloca-as.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RxhvODbRtVI/AAAAAAAAA3M/rtsD4GZOGFw/s72-c/13+-+Solo+-+JMR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4454676857416466965</id><published>2007-10-08T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:21.355Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pontormo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política cultural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalila Rodrigues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Henriques'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;POLÉMICA NO MUSEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RwcpdjbRtOI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/zOEY0yDiUmw/s1600-h/Pontormo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RwcpdjbRtOI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/zOEY0yDiUmw/s400/Pontormo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118105089232450786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em entrevista recente de Paulo Henriques ao Diário de Notícias, este jornal destaca&lt;br /&gt;em título: "&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/10/01/artes/entrevista_a_paulo_henriques_directo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;O Museu de Arte Antiga não tinha plano de exposições para&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". As surpreendentes declarações do novo director do MNAA  sobre a gestão&lt;br /&gt;da sua antecessora foram praticamente ignoradas nos media e na blogosfera, os&lt;br /&gt;mesmos que há apenas dois meses tanto se indignavam pela não-recondução de&lt;br /&gt;Dalila Rodrigues, acusando os responsáveis do Ministério da Cultura de saneamento&lt;br /&gt;ideológico e desprezo pela competência.&lt;br /&gt;Para além dos problemas da programação temporária, vale a pena reter outros&lt;br /&gt;aspectos da entrevista em que Paulo Henriques, um mês após assumir o cargo, faz&lt;br /&gt;questão de se demarcar da gestão de Dalila, propondo um novo estilo de direcção, nomeadamente reestruturando a exposição permanente. Adverte  porém: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Não&lt;br /&gt;esperem de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mim que comece a desmanchar só para mudar".&lt;/span&gt;  A anunciada criação&lt;br /&gt;de um conselho consultivo do MNAA e o propósito de aprofundar a investigação&lt;br /&gt;sobre colecções e reservas, são ainda aspectos a destacar da entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;Tal como se assinalou &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-pecado-de-dalila-j-sabemos-que-os.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a mediatização do caso Dalila podia ter sido uma boa&lt;br /&gt;oportunidade para debater e questionar as políticas museológicas do Estado e os&lt;br /&gt;problemas do principal museu nacional. No entanto, esperemos que  nem tudo se&lt;br /&gt;tenha perdido, que desta vez os assuntos de política cultural deixem de ser tratados&lt;br /&gt;com a habitual ligeireza, e que a politiquice e a exploração dos escândalos de ocasião&lt;br /&gt;deixem de se sobrepor ao interesse público.&lt;br /&gt;Algo não bate certo e a situação deve considerar-se grave, visto que, como é sabido,&lt;br /&gt;os projectos expositivos de um grande museu são planeados a longo prazo, por vezes&lt;br /&gt;a um ou mais anos de antecedência. Aquilo de que este caso parece ser sintomático,&lt;br /&gt;é terem sido as manobras de bastidores a comandar os acontecimentos. Se Dalila&lt;br /&gt;Rodrigues não deixou no MNAA um plano completo de exposições, estando  apenas&lt;br /&gt;prevista uma exposição de escultura contemporânea para 2008, como explicar as&lt;br /&gt;declarações ao semanário Sol, uma semana antes de lhe ter sido comunicado o fim da&lt;br /&gt;sua comissão de serviço: &lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Cultura/Interior.aspx?content_id=41862"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Cultura/Interior.aspx?content_id=41862"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sobre o futuro, Dalila Rodrigues afirmou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a programação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;de 2008 fechada, mas não tem a garantia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;que ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;se vá concretizar, já que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aprovação da dotação orçamental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;para o museu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; só acontecerá em Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_bcr_ThisContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Cultura/Interior.aspx?content_id=41862"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois das declarações de Paulo Henriques, podemos conjecturar se Dalila teria um&lt;br /&gt;plano secreto de programação. Ou se teria anulado contratos e projectos antes da sua&lt;br /&gt;saída, para não favorecer o sucessor. Ou se nunca chegou a existir um verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;plano. Ou se, tendo a certeza antecipada de que não iria ser reconduzida, não quis&lt;br /&gt;empenhar-se na programação. Porém, seria difícil prejudicar desse modo o MNAA,&lt;br /&gt;dispondo este de uma equipa residente de conservadores e técnicos de museologia,&lt;br /&gt;tal como seria difícil encenar um "estado de choque" após o seu  afastamento da&lt;br /&gt;instituição.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, a quem compete esclarecer a verdade? Porquê, o silêncio de Dalila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Jacopo da Pontormo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1494-1557), Itália&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Alessandro de Medici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (pormenor), c. 1535. Lisboa, Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4454676857416466965?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4454676857416466965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4454676857416466965&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4454676857416466965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4454676857416466965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/10/polmica-no-museu-em-entrevista-recente.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RwcpdjbRtOI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/zOEY0yDiUmw/s72-c/Pontormo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5499005045927352242</id><published>2007-10-01T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:21.667Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='João Mariano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alenquer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rui Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='língua portuguesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos M. Fernandes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exposições'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A LIGHT IMPRESSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 402px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rv_UkTbRtMI/AAAAAAAAA2A/X0OEHnP0IrA/s400/2+Alenquer,+tecto+da+Miseric%C3%B3rdia-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116041421871232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 402px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rv_UkDbRtLI/AAAAAAAAA14/yPFZno_ZQn8/s400/2+Alenquer,+tecto+da+Miseric%C3%B3rdia-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116041417576264882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 anos depois da abertura da Ether... é sem dúvida um acontecimento. Porém, a&lt;br /&gt;nova galeria na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 Navegantes St. &lt;/span&gt;(Rua dos Navegantes, 16), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisbon&lt;/span&gt; (Lisboa),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt; (Portugal), tem um "site" exclusivamente em língua inglesa. Mais parece&lt;br /&gt;coisa pacóvia.   &lt;span&gt;"A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(or is it a bad impression?), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sobre fotografia&lt;br /&gt;portuguesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estratégia principal da galeria talvez seja a da necessária internacionalização ou da&lt;br /&gt;circulação da fotografia portuguesa no mercado internacional. Está bem, trata-se de&lt;br /&gt;uma iniciativa louvável de Luis Trindade, que devemos assinalar. No entanto, ainda&lt;br /&gt;que o mercado globalizado nos imponha um império idiomático, não creio que a&lt;br /&gt;exclusão da língua que se fala no país onde está sediada a galeria, seja um caminho&lt;br /&gt;certo.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.p4photography.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gallery P4 Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; inaugura na 4ª feira, &lt;a href="http://www.p4photography.com/noticias/detalhe/40.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3 de Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, com a exposição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atlas&lt;/span&gt;, que reúne fotografias de Carlos M. Fernandes, João Mariano e Rui Fonseca.&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos à espera do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt; bilingue. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good luck!&lt;/span&gt; (Felicidades!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 4 Out. 2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;A propósito da opção da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P4Photography&lt;/span&gt; em "limitar toda a comunicação para o&lt;br /&gt;exterior a uma língua" (a língua inglesa), salienta Carlos Miguel Fernandes que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://no-mundo.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/401283.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;a opção não foi bem recebida, e em certos casos o ataque até tem sido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;um pouco rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lamento que  uma opinião pessoal possa ter sido lida como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ataque, &lt;/span&gt;uma vez que&lt;br /&gt;apenas pretendi alertar para aquilo que deve ser considerado uma lacuna de&lt;br /&gt;comunicação, e apenas isso, no contexto de um projecto que até poderá ser inovador.&lt;br /&gt;Não se contesta nem o projecto, nem o seu responsável, nem os restantes&lt;br /&gt;intervenientes.&lt;br /&gt;Frequentemente desprezada em Portugal, a comunicação bilingue é uma questão&lt;br /&gt;de princípio. Projectos privados dirigidos ao público e ao mercado não estão&lt;br /&gt;isentos de responsabilidade cultural, tanto mais que a identidade do projecto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assenta na fotografia portuguesa, e esta não é dissociável dos restantes  factores&lt;br /&gt;identitários do país, particularmente da língua. A universalidade, ou neste caso&lt;br /&gt;a internacionalização, não se faz abdicando da identidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Eduardo Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1900-1958), Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tecto pintado com as Armas de Portugal, Igreja da Misericórdia de Alenquer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s/d (c. 1940), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(fotografia duplicada com inversão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, Colecção Particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ver também &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(em actualização):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Madalena Lello, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://saisdeprata-e-pixels.blogspot.com/2007/09/atlas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Atlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Alexandre Pomar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/09/atlas---dia-3.html#more"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlas - dia 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&gt; Carlos Miguel Fernandes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://no-mundo.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/401283.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Inglês ou Português?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5499005045927352242?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5499005045927352242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5499005045927352242&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5499005045927352242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5499005045927352242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/10/light-impression-25-anos-depois-da.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rv_UkTbRtMI/AAAAAAAAA2A/X0OEHnP0IrA/s72-c/2+Alenquer,+tecto+da+Miseric%C3%B3rdia-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-507335191126247581</id><published>2007-10-01T00:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:21.864Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política cultural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RwBC8TbRtNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/M_zcO3DOS9w/s1600-h/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RwBC8TbRtNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/M_zcO3DOS9w/s400/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116162780467147986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PF #11] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O colar da Ministra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há por aí alguém interessado em saber o que aconteceu com o colar de contas de&lt;br /&gt;vidro da Ministra da Cultura? É fácil. Basta ir à pág. 5 do último Expresso. Está lá&lt;br /&gt;tudo. Também lá está tudo sobre o nobre objectivo dos entrevistadores, a saber:&lt;br /&gt;pôr a senhora suficientemente nervosa para que o texto pudesse ser escrito&lt;br /&gt;ao melhor estilo tablóide. A não perder!&lt;br /&gt;Se por qualquer motivo o leitor estiver também interessado em conhecer as políticas&lt;br /&gt;culturais nas áreas do património, museus, música, teatro, cinema... Bom, então é&lt;br /&gt;melhor procurar noutro sítio, não sei muito bem onde... mas que diabo, há-de haver&lt;br /&gt;por aí algum jornal que considere útil informar o cidadão sobre mais qualquer&lt;br /&gt;coisinha que não seja o sensacionalismo do futebol e das politiquices caseiras.&lt;br /&gt;Há-de, não há-de?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PF&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-507335191126247581?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/507335191126247581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=507335191126247581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/507335191126247581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/507335191126247581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/10/pf-11-o-colar-da-ministra.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RwBC8TbRtNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/M_zcO3DOS9w/s72-c/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4696572213884983577</id><published>2007-09-26T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:22.222Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quentin Metsys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HUMILDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rvr6PjbRs-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/oQrlSDoEo3w/s1600-h/duquesa+feia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 729px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rvr6PjbRs-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/oQrlSDoEo3w/s400/duquesa+feia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114675471947248610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vários autores se têm pronunciado sobre as chamadas três grandes humilhações que&lt;br /&gt;a ciência infligiu à megalomania humana: a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cosmológica&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biológica&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psicológica&lt;/span&gt;. São três bofetadas no egocentrismo da humanidade. A primeira,&lt;br /&gt;quando Copérnico mostrou que a terra, longe de ser o centro do universo, não passa&lt;br /&gt;de uma insignificante parcela do sistema cósmico. A segunda, quando Darwin,&lt;br /&gt;Wallace e os seus predecessores, reduziram a nada as pretensões do homem a um&lt;br /&gt;lugar de eleição na ordem da criação. A terceira, quando Freud demonstrou&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Introdução à Psicanálise&lt;/em&gt;) que o &lt;em&gt;eu&lt;/em&gt; não é soberano na sua própria casa, onde&lt;br /&gt;sobrevive à custa de uma luta permanente contra um &lt;em&gt;id&lt;/em&gt; pulsional e um &lt;em&gt;superego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;castigador. Tema polémico e objecto de muitos estudos e contraposições posteriores,&lt;br /&gt;esta afirmação de Freud merece reflexão e permanece actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal como refere Marie Balmary (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Divine Origine&lt;/span&gt;), o efeito Copérnico põe em causa&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;em&gt;lugar&lt;/em&gt; do homem, o efeito Darwin ofende a sua &lt;em&gt;genealogia&lt;/em&gt;, o efeito Freud atinge a&lt;br /&gt;sua &lt;em&gt;alma&lt;/em&gt;. Mas creio que actualmente nos confrontamos com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nova humilhação&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;sobretudo a partir da II Guerra Mundial, a manipulação humana dos ecossistemas,&lt;br /&gt;o uso e abuso dos combustíveis fósseis, a ausência de critérios bioclimáticos&lt;br /&gt;adequados, acarretaram desequilíbrios que agora se viraram contra nós.&lt;br /&gt;As mudanças climáticas provocadas pelo aumento das emissões dos gases com efeito&lt;br /&gt;atmosférico de estufa, são disso exemplo. Um dos efeitos do aquecimento global neste&lt;br /&gt;século está bem patente no acréscimo da intensidade e frequência das vagas de calor.&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que a natureza mostra que não é propriedade do homem mas sua&lt;br /&gt;proprietária, que não é sua súbdita mas sua soberana, ao implicar a destruição do&lt;br /&gt;homem na mesma medida em que por ele vai sendo destruida. Às três humilhações&lt;br /&gt;do homem pela ciência, sucede assim uma outra, bem mais devastadora, infligida&lt;br /&gt;pela própria &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natureza&lt;/span&gt; que ao ser humilhada exige humildade. &lt;/div&gt;E a humildade é, para a arrogância humana, a suprema humilhação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Quentin Metsys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1466-1530), Bélgica (Flandres)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Duquesa Feia,&lt;/span&gt; 1525-30, Col. National Gallery, Londres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 29 Set. 2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;O belo e o horrível estão desde há muito presentes na história da arte. Vêmo-los&lt;br /&gt;coexistirem em cada época, nas várias expressões artísticas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; no mesmo autor  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;ou até&lt;br /&gt;numa mesma obra. Partes do mesmo todo, que nos provocam atracção ou repulsa,&lt;br /&gt;interpelando o sentido da arte e da própria condição humana. Faces da mesma&lt;br /&gt;moeda, os contrários potenciam-se, podem detonar-se mutuamente.&lt;br /&gt;Esta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duquesa Feia&lt;/span&gt; do grande &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quentin Metsys&lt;/span&gt;, um dos mestres flamengos que&lt;br /&gt;mais terá influenciado a pintura portuguesa do século XVI, é certamente um retrato&lt;br /&gt;ficcionado de uma dama aristocrata, uma representação caricatural da fealdade&lt;br /&gt;que tantas vezes se esconde atrás dos mais nobres rostos. Ou talvez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;considerando&lt;br /&gt;o contexto religioso da obra de Metsys e de alguns dos seus contemporâneos, como&lt;br /&gt;Hieronymus Bosch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;se trate afinal de uma pintura que cruza metaforicamente o&lt;br /&gt;profano e o sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4696572213884983577?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4696572213884983577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4696572213884983577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4696572213884983577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4696572213884983577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/09/humildade-vrios-autores-se-tm.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rvr6PjbRs-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/oQrlSDoEo3w/s72-c/duquesa+feia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8510711912530378394</id><published>2007-09-17T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:22.379Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Ru8QVtPzu9I/AAAAAAAAAtI/HC0nJsCSxrM/s1600-h/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Ru8QVtPzu9I/AAAAAAAAAtI/HC0nJsCSxrM/s400/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111322067198000082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PF #10] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buracos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho por esta via solicitar ao Sr. Presidente da Câmara de Lisboa, o favor de colocar&lt;br /&gt;na agenda  para a capital, uma alínea que contemple a reconstrução integral da (quase)&lt;br /&gt;totalidade dos pisos das ruas da urbe. É uma dor de cabeça para qualquer um, sem&lt;br /&gt;dúvida, mas a responsabilidade, lamentamos, passou para as suas mãos. Nestas&lt;br /&gt;circunstâncias, veja lá se canaliza as verbas indispensáveis e se começa por uma&lt;br /&gt;ponta. Uma ponta qualquer, não perca tempo a estabelecer prioridades, está tudo&lt;br /&gt;uma lástima. Vai ver, Sr. Presidente que, se conseguir reconstruir uma média de dez&lt;br /&gt;a vinte ruas por semana, bastarão dois (quando muito três) mandatos para dar às&lt;br /&gt;ruas de Lisboa um aspecto banal, tão banal como o de qualquer outra cidade europeia&lt;br /&gt;a partir de Ciudad Rodrigo ou Badajoz. Porque nós queremos mesmo deixar de&lt;br /&gt;pertencer ao terceiro mundo. Verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PF&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8510711912530378394?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8510711912530378394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8510711912530378394&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8510711912530378394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8510711912530378394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/09/pf-10-buracos.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Ru8QVtPzu9I/AAAAAAAAAtI/HC0nJsCSxrM/s72-c/Retrato+m%C3%BAltiplo+0.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6645602143208143877</id><published>2007-09-11T02:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:22.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11 DE SETEMBRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RuX7wOo6sNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/UcP-7RFzP7Y/s1600-h/zurbaran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 596px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RuX7wOo6sNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/UcP-7RFzP7Y/s400/zurbaran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108766158303703250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se duas bombas se encontrassem em pleno voo a caminho do alvo? Daquele alvo tão&lt;br /&gt;legítimo. Como comunicavam? Nem todos falam inglês. Nem mesmo inglês dos EUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem mais de duzentos países no mundo. Alguém disse que o mundo não mudou,&lt;br /&gt;apenas mudou a maneira como olhamos para ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 11 de Setembro de 2001 o mundo ficou mais fraco, mais igual a si próprio. É uma&lt;br /&gt;mudança?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espiral&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francisco de Zurbarán&lt;/span&gt; (15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;98-1664), Espanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;San Sérapin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1629, col. Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art, Hartford, EUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6645602143208143877?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6645602143208143877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6645602143208143877&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6645602143208143877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6645602143208143877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/09/11-de-setembro-e-se-duas-bombas-se.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RuX7wOo6sNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/UcP-7RFzP7Y/s72-c/zurbaran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5302510168715807275</id><published>2007-08-23T03:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:22.993Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hans Arp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Heidegger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 28]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SER-UNS-COM-OS-OUTROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rsz4S-o6qgI/AAAAAAAAATs/btwPbhriqaM/s1600-h/Hans+Arp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rsz4S-o6qgI/AAAAAAAAATs/btwPbhriqaM/s400/Hans+Arp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101725482839878146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ser-uns-com-os-outros no mundo, tê-lo enquanto uns-com-&lt;br /&gt;-os-outros, tem uma determinação ontológica especial.&lt;br /&gt;A modalidade fundamental do ser-aí do mundo, que este tem&lt;br /&gt;aqui em-comum-com-os-outros, é o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Falar, no seu sentido&lt;br /&gt;pleno, é: falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; outrem expressando-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;acerca de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; alguma&lt;br /&gt;coisa. O ser-no-mundo do homem sucede predominantemente&lt;br /&gt;no falar. Aristóteles já o sabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Martin Heidegge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;r (1889-1976), Alemanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"O conceito de Tempo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (conferência de Marburgo, 1924), ed. Fim de Século,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Lisboa, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Hans Arp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1887-1966), Alemanha/França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Sem Título&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (Abstracção), 1926, Museu Colecção Berardo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5302510168715807275?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5302510168715807275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5302510168715807275&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5302510168715807275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5302510168715807275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/08/citao-29-ser-uns-com-os-outros-ser-uns.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rsz4S-o6qgI/AAAAAAAAATs/btwPbhriqaM/s72-c/Hans+Arp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5404239171289342696</id><published>2007-08-10T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:23.309Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Vieira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Portugal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;IRMÃO NOSSO DE CADA DIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rq3eb5vbqsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XLm6SVYh_nI/s1600-h/1+Alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 691px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rq3eb5vbqsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XLm6SVYh_nI/s400/1+Alice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092971324563499714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como estamos de férias, apetece-nos ignorar tudo o que é fútil e desagradável.&lt;br /&gt;Preferimos celebrar o milagroso &lt;a href="http://irmaolucia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;irmãolúcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de todos nós, e seu eloquente&lt;br /&gt;humor ao próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma advertência: a bela irmã Alice aqui apresentada é uma autêntica Mariana&lt;br /&gt;Alcoforado. Perigosa, portanto, como &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/04/vcio-sou-fumador.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;estoutras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ofertamo-la ao altar-mor virtual&lt;br /&gt;de nosso virtuoso pastorinho-rabiscador, na esperança e fé que o lúcido irmão&lt;br /&gt;guarde recato e voto de castidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;] / [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PF&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Eduardo Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1900-1958), Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Alice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1928, prova em platina virada a sépia (enxofre) , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;(foto&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;©&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FH/CRO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Adenda] Eduardo Macedo d'Elvas Portugal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fotógrafo, foto-editor e coleccionador&lt;br /&gt;de fotografia antiga,  depois de concluir estudos comerciais em 1915, tornou-se&lt;br /&gt;arquivador bancário, até 1932, data em que ingressou na casa comercial de seu&lt;br /&gt;pai, a Chapelaria Portugal &amp; Dinis, em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Começou a fotografar como amador, possivelmente no início da década de 1920,&lt;br /&gt;adquirindo em breve um estatuto semi-profissional.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Além do seu trabalho de&lt;br /&gt;documentação da paisagem e monumentos de Lisboa e de outras localidades do&lt;br /&gt;centro do país, maioritariamente destinado à edição postal,  realizou também&lt;br /&gt;fotografias com outras ambições, influenciadas pelas tendências pictorialistas da&lt;br /&gt;época e produzidas em formatos  "nobres". É o caso do retrato &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; (1927), no&lt;br /&gt;qual em contraste com as zonas negras do hábito da jovem religiosa o fotógrafo&lt;br /&gt;procurou tirar partido das zonas brancas que "emolduram" o rosto e dão ao&lt;br /&gt;pescoço coberto uma estranha configuração alongada.&lt;br /&gt;Grande parte do espólio de Eduardo Portugal, hoje na posse do Arquivo&lt;br /&gt;Fotográfico Municipal de Lisboa, permanece por estudar e divulgar. Da exposição&lt;br /&gt;monográfica que lhe foi dedicada pela &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LisboaPhoto&lt;/span&gt; (2003), nunca chegou a&lt;br /&gt;ser publicado o previsto catálogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5404239171289342696?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5404239171289342696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5404239171289342696&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5404239171289342696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5404239171289342696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/07/irmo-nosso-de-cada-dia-como-estamos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rq3eb5vbqsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XLm6SVYh_nI/s72-c/1+Alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-291255688276155871</id><published>2007-08-08T01:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:23.635Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almada Negreiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 27]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O POVO COMPLETO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrknK5vbq1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YIdNWW2qqJA/s1600-h/an.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrknK5vbq1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YIdNWW2qqJA/s400/an.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096147521598368594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrknLJvbq2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/QmCgUuqaMtM/s1600-h/almr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrknLJvbq2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/QmCgUuqaMtM/s400/almr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096147525893335906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;O povo completo será aquele que tiver reunido no seu máximo&lt;br /&gt;todas as qualidades e todos os defeitos. Coragem portugueses,&lt;br /&gt;só vos faltam as qualidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José de Almada Negreiros&lt;/span&gt; (1893-1970), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in "Ultimatum futurista às &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;gerações &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;portuguesas do século XX",&lt;br /&gt;Portugal Futurista,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1917.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anónimo&lt;/span&gt; (séc. XX), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Retrato de Almada Negreiros&lt;/span&gt;, s/d (fonte iconográfica: &lt;a href="http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/almada.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bibliomanias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;a frase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;inconformista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; e provocatória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;utilizada num dos nossos primeiros posts&lt;br /&gt;e agora reeditada,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;podia ter ficado como citação permanente do Ultraperiférico.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o que mudou em Portugal quase um século depois do &lt;a href="http://www.citi.pt/cultura/artes_plasticas/pintura/almada/ultimatum.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ultimatum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-291255688276155871?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/291255688276155871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=291255688276155871&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/291255688276155871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/291255688276155871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/08/citao-27-o-povo-completo-o-povo.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrknK5vbq1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YIdNWW2qqJA/s72-c/an.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5213510829109923323</id><published>2007-08-04T06:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:24.014Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pieter Paul Rubens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalila Rodrigues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;O PECADO DE DALILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RtHOZeo6q-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/aKX6YHn79Hk/s1600-h/Rubens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 508px; height: 459px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RtHOZeo6q-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/aKX6YHn79Hk/s400/Rubens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103086789904215010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sabido que os assuntos de política cultural e os acontecimentos artísticos do&lt;br /&gt;país raramente merecem a atenção dos orgãos de informação, particularmente&lt;br /&gt;das televisões, que privilegiam quase sempre o que julgam ser o interesse dos&lt;br /&gt;consumidores, isto é, economia, desporto, escândalos e cataclismos. Na categoria&lt;br /&gt;"escândalos" foi agora amplamente noticiado o  afastamento da mediática Dalila&lt;br /&gt;Rodrigues do cargo de directora do principal museu português, o Museu Nacional&lt;br /&gt;de Arte Antiga &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mnarteantiga-ipmuseus.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MNAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, e a sua substituição por Paulo Henriques, actual director&lt;br /&gt;do Museu do Azulejo.&lt;br /&gt;Na  generalidade dos media, e também na blogosfera, as vozes de indignação&lt;br /&gt;substituiram-se às questões de fundo. Independentemente do dinamismo que&lt;br /&gt;Dalila imprimiu ao MNAA nos últimos três anos e dos bons resultados obtidos,&lt;br /&gt;em termos de adesão de público e de receitas, o caso implicaria um debate sobre&lt;br /&gt;a pertinência das políticas museológicas do Estado, uma vez que desde há muito&lt;br /&gt;os museus portugueses vêm sendo menorizados, como se os tesouros patrimoniais&lt;br /&gt;neles reunidos, não passassem de parentes pobres.&lt;br /&gt;Perde-se assim uma boa oportunidade para debater e questionar. Os museus&lt;br /&gt;portugueses são ou não são geridos e divulgados de acordo com as necessidades&lt;br /&gt;do público e as estratégicas culturais do país? O modelo de gestão que Dalila&lt;br /&gt;reivindicou publicamente, é ou não é o mais apropriado? Será  legítimo que Dalila&lt;br /&gt;tenha vindo protestar nos media contra as políticas do Instituto dos Museus e da&lt;br /&gt;Conservação &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ipmuseus.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;IMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ex-IPM)?&lt;br /&gt;O erro de Dalila não tem a ver com a defesa das suas ideias, tem a ver com o facto&lt;br /&gt;de ter usado o seu estatuto de  competência, para fazer publicamente um combate&lt;br /&gt;político ao próprio organismo que a tutela, o IMC,  possivelmente convencida de&lt;br /&gt;que os êxitos obtidos no exercício do cargo a colocavam acima das regras de&lt;br /&gt;relacionamento institucional. A audácia  saiu-lhe cara. E afinal, todos nós perdemos&lt;br /&gt;quando alguém competente perde a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 05.08.2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;O caso Dalila Rodrigues transformou-se num enorme escândalo, com consequências&lt;br /&gt;políticas ainda imprevisíveis: depois de dois partidos, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CDS/PP &lt;/span&gt;e o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSD&lt;/span&gt;, terem&lt;br /&gt;exigido que a Ministra da Cultura se explique no Parlamento, círculos próximos do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primeiro-Ministro&lt;/span&gt; afirmam que este não terá sabido de nada e que discordaria&lt;br /&gt;da "metodologia", o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presidente da República&lt;/span&gt; declarou a jornalistas o seu apreço&lt;br /&gt;pelo trabalho de Dalila, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 directores &lt;/span&gt;de museus nacionais vieram a público com&lt;br /&gt;um despropositado abaixo-assinado em que se demarcam das posições assumidas&lt;br /&gt;pela directora do MNAA, a que esta respondeu dizendo compreender a posição dos&lt;br /&gt;seus colegas, para garantirem o emprego.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blogues&lt;/span&gt; que não estão de férias insurgem-se maioritariamente&lt;br /&gt;contra o que chamam "saneamento ou perseguição à competência". Corre ainda&lt;br /&gt;uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;petição online&lt;/span&gt; intitulada "Carta Aberta de Apoio a Dalila Rodrigues": &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.petitiononline.com/Dalila/petition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/Dalila/petition.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/Dalila/petition.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/Dalila/petition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito isto, vou visitar a exposição "O Tapete Oriental em Portugal", no MNAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pieter Paul Rubens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1577-1640), Bélgica (Flandres)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Sansão e Dalila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, c. 1609, National Gallery, Londres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pesquisar Dalila Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt; [links]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cds-pp-lisboa.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-cds-pp-contestou-o-afastamento-de.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; CDS/PP compara afastamento de D. R. a "prática estalinista"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (CDS/PP, Concelhia de Lisboa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://31daarmada.blogs.sapo.pt/840820.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dalila e os filisteus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (DBH, 31 da Armada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://newmouseion.wordpress.com/2007/08/01/dalila-rodrigues-afastada-do-cargo-de-directora-do-mnaa/#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dalila Rodrigues "afastada"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; (Alexandre Matos, Mouseion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/08/dalila-rodrigue.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dalila Rodrigues afastada do MNAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/08/arte-antiga-e-c.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Arte antiga e cultura de hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Alexandre Pomar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://daliteratura.blogspot.com/2007/08/dalila-rodrigues-out.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dalila Rodrigues Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://daliteratura.blogspot.com/2007/08/cavaco-dalila.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cavaco &amp; Dalila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Eduardo Pitta, Da Literatura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://tugir.blogspot.com/2007/08/1_2204.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dualidades em dia de Verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://tugir.blogspot.com/2007/08/1_7709.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Quem tramou Dalila Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (LNT, Tugir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adufe.net/2007/08/quem-quer-deixar-de-ser-governo-desenvolvmentos/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Quem quer deixar de ser governo - desenvolvimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Rui MCB, Adufe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5213510829109923323?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5213510829109923323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5213510829109923323&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5213510829109923323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5213510829109923323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-pecado-de-dalila-j-sabemos-que-os.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RtHOZeo6q-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/aKX6YHn79Hk/s72-c/Rubens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-9137273573030869837</id><published>2007-08-02T10:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:10:08.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia visual'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; amate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;ama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;amoramar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; poema experimental, poema visual, poema digital, poemografia, poema concreto,&lt;br /&gt;ou poema outra coisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;ainda (tudo menos escrita criativa), porque está fora de moda&lt;br /&gt;ou usa-se pouco, talvez para actualização (em português, work in progress), que te&lt;br /&gt;dedico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;a gosto, dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-9137273573030869837?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/9137273573030869837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=9137273573030869837&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/9137273573030869837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/9137273573030869837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/08/amor-amar-amor-te-te-amar-te-amor-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8312163590511837783</id><published>2007-08-01T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:24.514Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelangelo Antonioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingmar Bergman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;INGMAR BERGMAN (1918-2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrB0GJvbqwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QFv54JE_WhM/s1600-h/Bergman+Persona+1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrB0GJvbqwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QFv54JE_WhM/s400/Bergman+Persona+1966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093698827598932738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MICHELANGELO ANTONIONI (1912-2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrBsxJvbquI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UprcXGWSWrg/s1600-h/Antonioni+Blow+Up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrBsxJvbquI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UprcXGWSWrg/s400/Antonioni+Blow+Up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093690770240285410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia/Cinema &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Ingmar Bergman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1918-2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Persona &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(Bibi Anderson e Liv Ulmann), 1966&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia/Cinema &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Michelangelo Antonioni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1912-2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Blow Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (David Hemmings e Veruschka), 1966&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Dois grandes filmes realizados no mesmo ano por dois dos maiores criadores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;século XX, ambos falecidos anteontem, 30 de Julho 2007. Não sabemos se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;os seus&lt;br /&gt;filmes são eternos, o que sabemos é que eles serão recordados enquanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;houver&lt;br /&gt;memória do cinema. E sabemos também que nós, espectadores, ou pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;menos&lt;br /&gt;quem viu estas obras e se deixou ver por elas, recordaremos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;aqueles momentos&lt;br /&gt;mágicos, únicos, em que imagens e palavras ficaram para sempre gravados na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pequena história de cada um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;[links]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingmarbergman.se/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingmar Bergman Face to Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingmarbergmanfoundation.se/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingmar Bergman Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlerabbit.com/antonioni.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelangelo Antonioni Archives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sensesofcinema.com/contents/directors/02/antonioni.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Senses of Cinema - Michelangelo Antonioni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-8312163590511837783?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/8312163590511837783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=8312163590511837783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8312163590511837783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/8312163590511837783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/08/ingmar-bergman-1918-2007-michelangelo.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrB0GJvbqwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QFv54JE_WhM/s72-c/Bergman+Persona+1966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5510467155400260049</id><published>2007-08-01T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:25.439Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Quintas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BRANCO SUJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrCg2ZvbqyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LZ0lnBRXMqM/s1600-h/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrCg2ZvbqyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LZ0lnBRXMqM/s400/birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093748035039243042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saúda-se o teu regresso a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://jq.weblog.com.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, à &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maneira &lt;a href="http://jq.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/2007/08/post_57"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hitchcock. Nestes &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cinco meses&lt;/span&gt;, José,&lt;br /&gt;o mundo ainda não mudou, mas acreditemos: a &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2006/11/prometeu-e-pandora-ser-que-crena-na.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é a última a morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5510467155400260049?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5510467155400260049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5510467155400260049&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5510467155400260049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5510467155400260049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/08/branco-sujo-sada-se-o-teu-regresso-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RrCg2ZvbqyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LZ0lnBRXMqM/s72-c/birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6757942651391451235</id><published>2007-07-29T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:26.268Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Évora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fórum Eugénio de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henri Cartier-Bresson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabelle Huppert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exposições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pierre Colle'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CARTIER-BRESSON EM ÉVORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rqy9epvbqrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CYAuS_Z8hPI/s1600-h/HCB5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 783px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rqy9epvbqrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CYAuS_Z8hPI/s400/HCB5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092653612947712690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao vivo e a preto e branco, durante quase mais um mês, para ver ou rever em&lt;br /&gt;Évora, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um Silêncio Interior: Os Retratos de Henri Cartier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Bresson, &lt;/span&gt;no Fórum&lt;br /&gt;da Fundação Eugénio de Almeida (&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forumea.com.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;FEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Com encerramento previsto para hoje,&lt;br /&gt;29 de Julho, a exposição foi afinal prolongada até &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 de Agosto&lt;/span&gt;. Uma boa notícia&lt;br /&gt;para os admiradores do mestre francês, referenciado em todo o mundo sobretudo&lt;br /&gt;após  a sua morte, em 2004, como "o olho do século".&lt;br /&gt;Depois de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Europeus&lt;/span&gt; (CCB, Lisboa, 2001), podemos agora em Portugal aceder a&lt;br /&gt;uma outra visão, digamos, mais intimista da obra fotográfica de Cartier-Bresson,&lt;br /&gt;nesta exposição notável concebida em Paris pela (&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.henricartierbresson.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Fondation Henri Cartier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.henricartierbresson.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-Bresson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le silence intérieur d'une victime consentante, &lt;/span&gt;2006),  a partir do&lt;br /&gt;espólio do fotógrafo.&lt;br /&gt;Excelente catálogo em versão portuguesa, cujos critérios editoriais e qualidade de&lt;br /&gt;impressão bem podem servir  de exemplo às instituições nacionais que trabalham&lt;br /&gt;com fotografia. A exposição abrange quase todo o percurso do fotógrafo, de 1931&lt;br /&gt;a 1999, contendo maioritariamente provas de época, muitas das quais inéditas.&lt;br /&gt;Montagem rigorosa e eficaz, com um aliciante adicional:  partilhar "silêncios&lt;br /&gt;interiores" de numerosas figuras marcantes do século XX, sobretudo artistas e&lt;br /&gt;intelectuais como Marcel Duchamp, Henri Matisse, Alberto Giacometti, Ezra Pound,&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Beckett, André Breton, Jean Genet, ou estrelas do mundo do espectáculo&lt;br /&gt;como Edith Piaf e  Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RqyiqZvbqqI/AAAAAAAAAII/xW9uWWHz2Io/s1600-h/HCB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 764px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RqyiqZvbqqI/AAAAAAAAAII/xW9uWWHz2Io/s400/HCB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092624127997225634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para reflexão, aqui fica  uma citação das palavras do próprio Henri Cartier-Bresson&lt;br /&gt;(texto parietal da exposição):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Procuro sobretudo um silêncio interior, traduzir uma personalidade&lt;br /&gt;e não uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expressão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo faz falta a geometria".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Henri Cartier-Bresson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1908-2004), França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabelle Huppert,&lt;/span&gt; Paris, 1994, Col. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;FHCB, Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pierre Colle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;  Paris, 1932, Col. FHCB, Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 30.07.2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Decidi juntar no mesmo post duas fotografias muito diferentes e explorar o que&lt;br /&gt;formalmente as distingue - ordem, desordem - mas também o que as aproxima&lt;br /&gt;enquanto atitude artística.  &lt;br /&gt;Realizadas a mais de sessenta anos de distância uma da outra, nota-se em ambas&lt;br /&gt;o olhar implacável de Cartier-Bresson, a sua não-cedência às convenções do retrato.&lt;br /&gt;Ambas mostram "victimes consentantes", em  suas casas, sem poses: Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;Huppert deixa-se fotografar sentada no sofá como  se uma longa espera a tivesse&lt;br /&gt;aborrecido, enquanto Pierre Colle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, ainda na cama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;  parece ter sido surpreendido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela chegada do fotógrafo antes da hora esperada.&lt;br /&gt;No retrato de Huppert tudo está arrumado: a metade superior da imagem, em&lt;br /&gt;fundo, contendo três planos paralelos verticais (porta e paredes) e um primeiro&lt;br /&gt;plano ligeiramente oblíquo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;formado pelo sofá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, correspondente à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;metade inferior&lt;br /&gt;da imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;. E neste "décor",  destaca-se a massa negra da camisola de lã que&lt;br /&gt;cobre o tronco da actriz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;reclinado q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;uase ortogonalmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;no sofá, e o seu belo rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;recortado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;no centro da composição, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;emoldurado pelos braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, espécie de fotografia &lt;br /&gt;dentro  da fotografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Completamente diferente é o retrato de Colle, sem planos estáveis nem linhas&lt;br /&gt;verticais ou horizontais estruturantes da composição, apenas linhas oblíquas e&lt;br /&gt;um emaranhado de tecidos (lençóis e cobertores), do qual emerge o rosto invertido&lt;br /&gt;do retratad0, olhando para trás. Em primeiro plano, um  triângulo de soalho, de&lt;br /&gt;luzes baixas, onde brilham sapatos negros.&lt;br /&gt;Numa e noutra imagem o fotógrafo introduziu factores inesperados corrigindo a&lt;br /&gt;ordem ou a desordem excessivas. As cabeças dos retratados são, por assim dizer,&lt;br /&gt;máscaras e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;contrapontos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, que nos remetem, tal como os sapatos de Colle, para&lt;br /&gt;o vocabulário do surrealismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6757942651391451235?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6757942651391451235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6757942651391451235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6757942651391451235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6757942651391451235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/07/cartier-bresson-em-vora-ao-vivo-e-preto.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rqy9epvbqrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CYAuS_Z8hPI/s72-c/HCB5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4180589249361161316</id><published>2007-07-25T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:26.382Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Pondal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominguez Alvarez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galiza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 26]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OS BONS E GENEROSOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rqe_y5vbqpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qi6QpmpTGHc/s1600-h/DA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 626px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rqe_y5vbqpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qi6QpmpTGHc/s400/DA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091248784979765906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Os bons e generosos&lt;br /&gt;a nossa voz entendem&lt;br /&gt;e com arroubo atendem&lt;br /&gt;ao nosso rouco som;&lt;br /&gt;mas só os ignorantes&lt;br /&gt;e férridos e duros,&lt;br /&gt;imbecis e obscuros,&lt;br /&gt;nom nos entendem, nom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eduardo Pondal &lt;/span&gt;(1835-1917), Galiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Poesía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Biblioteca das Letras Galegas, ed. Edicións Xerais de Galicia, 2003.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(excerto de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os Pinheiros,&lt;/span&gt; Hino Nacional Galego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José Dominguez Alvarez&lt;/span&gt; (1906-1942], Portugal/Galiza&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compostela&lt;/span&gt;, 1933 (fonte iconográfica: Palácio do Correio Velho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vello.vieiros.com/25xullo/orixes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;25 de Xullo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Día da Patria Galega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4180589249361161316?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4180589249361161316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4180589249361161316&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4180589249361161316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4180589249361161316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/07/os-bons-e-generosos-os-bons-e-generosos.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rqe_y5vbqpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qi6QpmpTGHc/s72-c/DA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-438408436684760930</id><published>2007-07-23T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:26.695Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Gershwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José M. Rodrigues'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SUMMERTIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RposuHuuG9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dGnx-ySgMAM/s1600-h/praia+da+am%C3%A1lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 383px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RposuHuuG9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dGnx-ySgMAM/s400/praia+da+am%C3%A1lia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087427899929009106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vinteedois.com/cliente/stream2.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="19" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andávamos há uns tempos com esta ideia na cabeça: dar um passeio pelo extremo&lt;br /&gt;sul da costa alentejana e ficar um dia inteiro na Praia do Brejão, mais conhecida por&lt;br /&gt;Praia da Amália. E foi assim que no Verão passado um grupo de madrugadores partiu&lt;br /&gt;Alentejo fora, a caminho da praia dela.&lt;br /&gt;À chegada, pegámos em farnéis e geleiras e lá iniciámos a descida através de densa&lt;br /&gt;vegetação entre um riacho e a propriedade agora abandonada que pertenceu a&lt;br /&gt;Amália. Através dos arbustos, vislumbrava-se a casa, ainda com as flores grandes&lt;br /&gt;de cores garridas que ela própria pintou, aqui e ali, no branco das paredes. Mais&lt;br /&gt;abaixo, junto à falésia, a azenha onde ela costumava sentar-se quando passeava por&lt;br /&gt;aquela paisagem soberba. A partir daí, a descida faz-se pelos degraus que ela mandou&lt;br /&gt;construir até ao areal.&lt;br /&gt;Abandono e lixo acumulado mostram como naquele sítio quase tudo mudou. Até&lt;br /&gt;a praia que parece ter sido, digamos, paradisíaca, tinha agora um aspecto desleixado,&lt;br /&gt;com mais gente que o previsto, e sobretudo com muito lixo. Mesmo assim demos&lt;br /&gt;uns bons mergulhos naquelas águas magníficas e saboreámos um lauto piquenique&lt;br /&gt;na areia à sombra de uma rocha.&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos feito questão de levar champanhe no farnel. De maneira que depois do&lt;br /&gt;último mergulho, subimos o mesmo carreiro sinuoso no meio do emaranhado da&lt;br /&gt;vegetação e fomos sentar-nos no alto das falésias sobre o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ao pôr-do-sol abrimos a garrafa de champanhe e fizémos um brinde a Amália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em honra de Amália, nascida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (oficialmente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a 23 de Julho 1920.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(v. também &lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/01/escurido-o-seu-elemento-figura.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 de Julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 2.8.2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Aviso aos numerosos pesquisadores do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;, em busca de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praia da Amália&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Não vos passe pela cabeça partir de viagem sem ouvir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;interpretado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela própria Amália, &lt;/span&gt;basta carregar num pequeníssimo botão abaixo da imagem.&lt;br /&gt;A todos desejamos boa praia! E não esquecer, deitar o lixo no lixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José M. Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt; (n. 1954), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Praia da Amália,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 2006 (foto © José M. Rodrigues, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;cortesia do autor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Voz &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mália Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt; (1920-1999), Portugal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Gershwin&lt;/span&gt; (1898-1937), EUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Summertime, in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Amália na Broadway" &lt;/span&gt;(1965), orquestra de Norrie Paramor,&lt;br /&gt;ed. Valentim de Carvalho, 1985&lt;br /&gt;(&gt; v. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summertime_%28song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt; v. &lt;a href="http://www.gershwin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;G. Gershwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-438408436684760930?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/438408436684760930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=438408436684760930&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/438408436684760930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/438408436684760930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/07/summertime-na-praia-da-amlia-dedicado.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RposuHuuG9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dGnx-ySgMAM/s72-c/praia+da+am%C3%A1lia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4182519298989568837</id><published>2007-07-19T14:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:26.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Rothko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaston Bachelard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 25]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;VIVEMOS ADORMECIDOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RqEHEnuuHEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Kr48tOZl2dg/s1600-h/Rothko+orange+and+yellow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 662px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RqEHEnuuHEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Kr48tOZl2dg/s400/Rothko+orange+and+yellow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089356829871184962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Vivemos adormecidos num mundo sonolento. Mas se um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;murmurar ao nosso ouvido, é isso o que sacode as pessoas: o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperta graças ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;. A eficácia espiritual de duas consciências simultâneas, reunidas na consciência do seu encontro, escapa&lt;br /&gt;subitamente à causalidade viscosa e contínua das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;O encontro cria-nos: não éramos nada - ou nada mais que&lt;br /&gt;coisas - antes de estarmos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Gaston Bachelard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1884-1962), França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Je et Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, de Martin Buber (prefácio de G. Bachelard, trad. Propranolol),&lt;br /&gt;ed. Aubier, Paris, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Mark Rothko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1903-1970), EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Orange and Yellow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 1956, Col.  Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffallo, NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4182519298989568837?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4182519298989568837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4182519298989568837&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4182519298989568837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4182519298989568837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/07/citao-25-vivemos-adormecidos-vivemos.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RqEHEnuuHEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Kr48tOZl2dg/s72-c/Rothko+orange+and+yellow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5213465685477176073</id><published>2007-07-16T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:27.611Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponte de Sôr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundação António Prates/FAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu de Arte Contemporânea de Elvas/MACE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joana Vasconcelos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ALENTEJO CONTEMPORÂNEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RpuOLXuuG-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/v9yrmX28MKw/s1600-h/joana+vasconcelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 770px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RpuOLXuuG-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/v9yrmX28MKw/s400/joana+vasconcelos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087816530044787682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Verão quente para as artes visuais contemporâneas, no campo da museologia:&lt;br /&gt;depois de Lisboa, com a abertura do Museu Colecção Berardo, a 25 de Junho, chegou&lt;br /&gt;agora a vez do Alentejo, onde no espaço de uma semana inauguraram duas novas&lt;br /&gt;estruturas museológicas, o &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/07/06/artes/coleccao_particular_abre_museu_elvas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Museu de Arte Contemporânea de Elvas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;MACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o museu da &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/07/13/artes/coleccao_privada_inaugura_museu_pont.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Fundação António Prates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;FAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,   respectivamente nos dias 6 e 13&lt;br /&gt;de Julho, ambas resultantes de iniciatiativas de coleccionadores privados - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;António&lt;br /&gt;Cachola&lt;/span&gt;, em Elvas, e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;António Prates&lt;/span&gt;, em Ponte de Sôr - empresários que&lt;br /&gt;realizaram contratos de parceria com os poderes autárquicos das duas cidades.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo o Alentejo, reconhecidamente, uma das regiões do país economicamente mais&lt;br /&gt;deprimidas, é preciso sublinhar o esforço que representa a criação destes museus,&lt;br /&gt;tanto mais que nenhuma das três capitais de distrito alentejanas - Portalegre, Évora,&lt;br /&gt;Beja - cidades com outro peso patrimonial, e também outras responsabilidades&lt;br /&gt;culturais,  possui por enquanto estruturas congéneres.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos pois saudar a ousadia destes projectos pioneiros, relevantes no âmbito das&lt;br /&gt;relações culturais transfronteiriças e na revitalização do interior sul do país, pese&lt;br /&gt;embora algumas insuficiências de programa e conteúdos museológicos, bem como&lt;br /&gt;lacunas no campo da divulgação, patentes por exemplo na &lt;a href="http://www.cm-elvas.pt/MACE/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;página &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; do MACE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;integrada no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; da autarquia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;design &lt;/span&gt;condigno, nem documentação iconográfica&lt;br /&gt;da colecção, e com textos apenas em português), ou no facto de não ter sido ainda&lt;br /&gt;lançado um&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; site&lt;/span&gt; da FAP, entre outros aspectos que os responsáveis procurarão&lt;br /&gt;certamente corrigir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faltam boas surpresas no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MACE&lt;/span&gt;, que visitámos no último fim-de-semana:&lt;br /&gt;Desde logo, somos recebidos por funcionários afáveis e competentes, o que não é&lt;br /&gt;coisa menor neste tipo de instituições. Outra surpresa, é a excelente intervenção&lt;br /&gt;arquitectónica nos espaços interiores do antigo Hospital da Misericórdia de Elvas,&lt;br /&gt;núcleo principal do museu, cujo projecto foi coordenado pelo arquitecto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pedro&lt;br /&gt;Reis&lt;/span&gt;, com a participação dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;designers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henrique Cayatte&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipe Alarcão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diálogo entre o património do passado e as linguagens artísticas contemporâneas&lt;br /&gt;é neste museu um dos aspectos mais aliciantes, também favorecido pela sua&lt;br /&gt;localização na zona mais nobre do centro histórico, próximo da praça da Catedral.&lt;br /&gt;Todavia, tanto o edifício como a sua localização constituem as principais limitações&lt;br /&gt;do museu, devido ao insuficiente espaço de que dispõe, havendo que recorrer a&lt;br /&gt;núcleos externos, complementares, que ampliem a actual capacidade expositiva.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto às obras da Colecção Cachola seleccionadas para a actual montagem, há que&lt;br /&gt;referir a presença predominante de novos artistas a par de outros já consagrados,&lt;br /&gt;estando ainda ausentes vários nomes de referência no contexto da arte portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;das últimas décadas. É de destacar, por fim, a presença de instalações e peças de&lt;br /&gt;grande porte, como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A culpa não é minha&lt;/span&gt; (2003), de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João Pedro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vale&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expectativa&lt;br /&gt;de uma Paisagem de Acontecimentos&lt;/span&gt; (2007), de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fernanda Fragateiro&lt;/span&gt;, ou a&lt;br /&gt;emblemática &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Noiva&lt;/span&gt; (2001), de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joana Vasconcelos, &lt;/span&gt;entre outras peças que&lt;br /&gt;confirmam a intenção pública da colecção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 18.07.2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o MACE, um texto crítico a não perder, no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/07/o-museu-de-elva.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Alexandre Pomar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda &gt; 20.07.2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fundacaoantonioprates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Fundação António Prates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;foi lançado hoje mesmo. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://fundacaoantonioprates.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Objecto/Instalação &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Joana Vasconcelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n.1971), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Noiva,&lt;/span&gt; 2001. Col. António Cachola/MACE, Elvas&lt;br /&gt;(peça constituída por tampões OB, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iartes.pt/bienalveneza2005/artistas_convidados_joana.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;apresentada na Bienal de Veneza 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5213465685477176073?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5213465685477176073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5213465685477176073&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5213465685477176073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5213465685477176073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/07/alentejo-contemporneo-um-vero-quente_7975.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RpuOLXuuG-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/v9yrmX28MKw/s72-c/joana+vasconcelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2856062991571075700</id><published>2007-07-12T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:28.364Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urbanismo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RpVOTcQKIZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QhV-y4ByUD8/s1600-h/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RpVOTcQKIZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QhV-y4ByUD8/s400/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086057450093289874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PF #9]  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urbanidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poucos dias das eleições autárquicas intercalares de Lisboa, sucedem-se as&lt;br /&gt;tentativas de descredibilização de figuras relevantes da candidatura de António&lt;br /&gt;Costa. De súbito, desvio ético, conluio, corrupção, passam a envolver os nomes de&lt;br /&gt;José  Miguel Júdice e de Manuel Salgado.  E isto a propósito do convite dirigido a&lt;br /&gt;Júdice para coordenar a reabilitação da zona ribeirinha de Lisboa, ou a Salgado&lt;br /&gt;para número dois da lista de António Costa. Num país marcado por compadrios&lt;br /&gt;de toda a espécie, sobretudo justamente na caótica área do urbanismo, não deixa&lt;br /&gt;de ser curioso que Roseta, Negrão, Carvalho, Correia, Monteiro, Fernandes, se&lt;br /&gt;mostrem indignados pelos convites feitos a gente competente, com provas dadas.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre Lisboa, onde as querelas sempre se sobrepõem à verdadeira discussão sobre&lt;br /&gt;os seus graves problemas, como pudemos constatar no recente debate da RTP.&lt;br /&gt;E talvez fosse útil lembrar também as responsabilidades pela degradação urbanística&lt;br /&gt;do país, incluindo em Lisboa, por parte de muitos autarcas eleitos anteriormente.&lt;br /&gt;É bom lembrar, por exemplo, que a indignação de Telmo Correia não se fez sentir no&lt;br /&gt;passado, com o seu colega de partido e ex-autarca de Marco de Canaveses.   O que está&lt;br /&gt;agora em causa, claro, é reduzir a votação em António Costa. E penalizar o governo&lt;br /&gt;através disso. O que os incomoda é o facto deste candidato ter reunido uma equipa&lt;br /&gt;forte, com uma "ideia de cidade" (coisa rara!), e é isso que se pretende desvalorizar.&lt;br /&gt;Evidentemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;PF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda&lt;/span&gt;] &gt; Outro ponto de vista &lt;a href="http://odesproposito.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-comissrio-ribeirinho-e-outras-fintas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://ablasfemia.blogspot.com/2007/07/ribeirinho.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;PF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2856062991571075700?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2856062991571075700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2856062991571075700&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2856062991571075700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2856062991571075700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/07/pf-9-urbanidades.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RpVOTcQKIZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QhV-y4ByUD8/s72-c/Qu%C3%ADntuplo+retrato+de+homem-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6916227612268601512</id><published>2007-07-05T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:28.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson Pollock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonardo da Vinci'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 24]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A PINTURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Roww_sQKIYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZAvkjQ7KEdM/s1600-h/Pollock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 409px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Roww_sQKIYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZAvkjQ7KEdM/s400/Pollock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083491950163272066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;A pintura é uma poesia visível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/span&gt; (1452-1519), Itália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackson Pollock&lt;/span&gt; (1912-1956), EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Painting Number 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; 1949 (col. MoMA, Museum of Modern Art, NY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6916227612268601512?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6916227612268601512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6916227612268601512&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6916227612268601512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6916227612268601512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/07/citao-24-pintura-pintura-uma-poesia.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Roww_sQKIYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZAvkjQ7KEdM/s72-c/Pollock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-116872061520186869</id><published>2007-07-01T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:28.770Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lionel Bart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thurston Hopkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AMÁLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RoblffLwzzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FlZshJCC6ic/s1600-h/Amalia+_Thurston+Hopkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 633px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RoblffLwzzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FlZshJCC6ic/s400/Amalia+_Thurston+Hopkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082001558643724082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vinteedois.com/cliente/stream.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="19" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A escuridão é o seu elemento, figura dominadora mesmo antes de&lt;br /&gt;começar a cantar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na semiobscuridade do palco, apenas a sua pálida&lt;br /&gt;beleza luminosa, o seu rosto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maçãs salientes e boca generosamente&lt;br /&gt;ampla aparecem à luz do projector. Quanto ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resto, um vestido de&lt;br /&gt;noite negro, de pregas flutuantes, com mangas, que só não lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esconde&lt;br /&gt;as mãos. Não usa nem um anel, nem uma pulseira, nem uns brincos,&lt;br /&gt;apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um enorme alfinete de diamantes, colocado na cintura, que&lt;br /&gt;cobre com a mão, quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;canta. É a tragédia clássica esculpida na&lt;br /&gt;Terra. Antígona depois de Tebas, Cassandra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depois de Tróia.(...)&lt;br /&gt;Amália não usa truques de voz ou movimentos para chamar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Quando canta, permanece monumentalmente imóvel, embora a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;possa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erguer-se num lamento. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; H.S., "Queen of Sorrows", in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newsweek&lt;/span&gt;, 10 de Fevereiro de 1969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De Hollywood fui para Nova Iorque fazer outra temporada no La Vie En Rose (...).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nessa altura não fiquei na América porque não quis. Gravei lá um disco de fado e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flamenco e até me abriram conta no banco para ficar mais tempo e gravar dois&lt;br /&gt;albuns, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;com canções de Cole Porter, Gershwin, Jerome Kern. Eu cantava algumas&lt;br /&gt;cantigas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;em inglês, Half As Much, I Love Paris e especialmente uma, que fazia muito&lt;br /&gt;sucesso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo, a que eles achavam que eu dava uma mensagem, que dava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;profundidade. Mais tarde gravei um disco em inglês e até acho que está bonito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;embora a voz esteja pouco valorizada. Mas levou vinte anos a sair porque eu não&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decidia. Cantei à minha maneira. Eu sei que não tenho nenhuma obrigação de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pronunciar bem o inglês. Os americanos também não cantam o fado como eu canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in "Amalia - Uma biografia",  ed. Presença, Lisboa, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amalia.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dedicado a Amália, nascida a 1 de Julho 1920.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thurston Hopkins&lt;/span&gt; (n.1913), Reino Unido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Amália,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Lisboa, déc. 1950 (col. Culturgest/CGD, Lisboa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Voz &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mália Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt; (1920-1999), Portugal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel Bart&lt;/span&gt; (1930-1999), Reino Unido&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who will buy, in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Amália na Broadway" &lt;/span&gt;(1965), ed. Valentim de Carvalho, 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-116872061520186869?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/116872061520186869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=116872061520186869&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/116872061520186869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/116872061520186869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/01/escurido-o-seu-elemento-figura.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RoblffLwzzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FlZshJCC6ic/s72-c/Amalia+_Thurston+Hopkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4017151504079703584</id><published>2007-06-26T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:28.920Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcel Duchamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu Berardo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSEU BERARDO (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rp_4OXuuHDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HzAFNEuSa9A/s1600-h/m.+duchamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rp_4OXuuHDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HzAFNEuSa9A/s400/m.+duchamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089059029723782194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insistimos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a abertura do Museu Berardo em Lisboa é um acontecimento&lt;br /&gt;histórico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; para Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O museu vem &lt;/span&gt;preencher um vazio numa área museológica muito carenciada em&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa e vem colocar o país no &lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2007/06/22/europe/EU-FEA-A-E-ART-Portugal-Art-Museum.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mapa artístico internacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,  dando também&lt;br /&gt;mais visibilidade a artistas portugueses que passam a poder ser vistos no contexto&lt;br /&gt;dos grandes criadores e dos principais movimentos artísticos internacionais desde&lt;br /&gt;início do séc. XX. Além disso, o museu vem potenciar outros museus já existentes&lt;br /&gt;no país, como o Centro de Arte Moderna da Fundação Gulbenkian e o Museu do&lt;br /&gt;Chiado, ambos em Lisboa, ou o Museu de Serralves, no Porto, com os quais se&lt;br /&gt;espera venham a ser estabelecidas parcerias e projectos comuns.&lt;br /&gt;No campo das parcerias, imagine-se o que seria uma grande exposição dedicada&lt;br /&gt;à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pop Art&lt;/span&gt;, que reunisse o excelente núcleo da Pop britânica do CAM/FCG  e o&lt;br /&gt;imprescindível núcleo da Pop americana do MCB/CCB, ao qual se juntariam obras&lt;br /&gt;de artistas portugueses ligados à Pop. E imagine-se que essa exposição, depois da&lt;br /&gt;sua apresentação em Portugal, viesse a ter circulação internacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bizarro o modo como a abertura do Museu Berardo tem sido tratada na maioria&lt;br /&gt;dos orgãos de informação e também na blogosfera. Quase toda a matéria noticiosa&lt;br /&gt;e a opinião publicada sobre o assunto incide nas polémicas em torno da personalidade&lt;br /&gt;do coleccionador,  ou em questões de ordem financeira relativas aos custos da&lt;br /&gt;manutenção do museu.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que há uma preocupação generalizada entre jornalistas e comentadores de&lt;br /&gt;que Joe Berardo possa ampliar a sua fortuna à custa do Estado português, sendo o&lt;br /&gt;governo acusado &lt;a href="http://zerodeconduta.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-show-berardo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;por alguns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de não acautelar o interesse público.&lt;br /&gt;Subestimam-se deste modo, quer os direitos do coleccionador a usufruir dos bens&lt;br /&gt;por si adquiridos, quer a inteligência da sua  estratégia empresarial (que não parece&lt;br /&gt;restringir-se ao investimento financeiro). Subestimam-se ainda as responsabilidades&lt;br /&gt;do Estado no desenvolvimento de políticas culturais de alcance internacional.&lt;br /&gt;E, sobretudo, subestimam-se a relevância artística da colecção e a importância que&lt;br /&gt;o museu terá para  o país, quer no plano interno quer externo . É preciso perceber&lt;br /&gt;que há uma geração de jovens portugueses que vai passar a beneficiar do contacto&lt;br /&gt;directo com a história das vanguardas artísticas desde início do séc. XX até ao&lt;br /&gt;presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Berardo foi o primeiro português a ousar investir uma fortuna considerável na&lt;br /&gt;criação de uma colecção de contornos internacionais. Ele terá compreendido que as&lt;br /&gt;insuficientes políticas estatais e empresariais neste sector, lhe abriam caminhos de&lt;br /&gt;afirmação a todos os níveis. Berardo, ao contrário da maioria dos empresários&lt;br /&gt;portugueses, é um exemplo de quem, tendo partido do "nada", soube dar um destino&lt;br /&gt;nobre à sua fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;Só podemos concluir, por muito que custe aos nossos mesquinhos media e às nossas&lt;br /&gt;(ultra)periféricas elites, que faltam mais berardos destes em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexandre Pomar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sugere que seja criado um fundo de donativos destinado&lt;br /&gt;a novas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; aquisições do Museu Berardo. &lt;/span&gt;Uma boa ideia, que se pode ler &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/06/mcb-mobilizar-p.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda 2 &gt; 30.6.2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Não há qualquer referência ao novo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Museu Colecção Berardo&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;a href="http://www.ccb.pt/ccb/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;site do CCB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda 3&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o lamentável conflito Mega/Berardo veja-se o que escreve Daniel Oliveira, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arrastao.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/2007/06/isto_aqui_e_tudo_meu"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sangue azul e massa cinzenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. É certo qua as afirmações de Berardo foram&lt;br /&gt;infelizes, fruto talvez de ter o "saco cheio", e é pena que ele não se tivesse ficado&lt;br /&gt;pelo "prima dona", tão adequado a Mega Ferreira. Mas também é certo que Berardo&lt;br /&gt;tem dado provas de saber ser aconselhado, pelo menos no que diz respeito à sua&lt;br /&gt;colecção. E isto é especialmente notável, sobretudo num país em que muitos  dos que&lt;br /&gt;têm dinheiro e poder ostentam saber do que não sabem, como se não existissem&lt;br /&gt;especialistas  e especializações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Objecto &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Marcel Duchamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1887-1968), França/EUA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Boîte (série C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, Museu Colecção Berardo, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4017151504079703584?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4017151504079703584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4017151504079703584&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4017151504079703584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4017151504079703584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/06/museu-berardo-3-insistimos-abertura-do.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rp_4OXuuHDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HzAFNEuSa9A/s72-c/m.+duchamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3623874107343261992</id><published>2007-06-25T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:29.149Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcel Duchamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu Berardo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MUSEU BERARDO (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rn7LM2E7D3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AupzJ_eHdHA/s1600-h/Duchamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 624px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rn7LM2E7D3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AupzJ_eHdHA/s400/Duchamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079720851255529330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante a lista de nomes históricos da arte moderna que integram a Colecção&lt;br /&gt;Berardo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picasso, Duchamp, Magritte, Delvaux, Calder, Modigliani, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Léger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollock, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dubuffet, Picabia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man Ray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fontana, Mondrian, Bacon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balthus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirico, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miró, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dali, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ernst, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Klein, Hockney, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rauchenberg, Tanguy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wharol, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lichtenstein, &lt;/span&gt;apenas para mencionar alguns dos mais antigos,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;entre tantos outros.&lt;br /&gt;É certo que faltam, por exemplo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matisse&lt;/span&gt;, ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rothko&lt;/span&gt;, e outras figuras fundamentais,&lt;br /&gt;bem como a valorização de vários movimentos artisticos com obras e artistas de&lt;br /&gt;primeira linha, mas espera-se que tais lacunas venham a ser preenchidas futuramente&lt;br /&gt;através de novas aquisições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Colecção Berardo surgiu publicamente em Portugal, pela primeira vez, em 1997, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sintra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Museu de Arte Moderna&lt;/span&gt;. Depois de 10 anos de polémicas, Lisboa passa a&lt;br /&gt;ter, a partir de hoje, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Museu Colecção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Berardo,&lt;/span&gt; sediado no CCB, o que representa&lt;br /&gt;uma viragem histórica no panorama museológico português, por se tratar de um&lt;br /&gt;museu de referência, de âmbito e relevância internacionais.&lt;br /&gt;O coleccionador Joe Berardo e o governo de José Sócrates fizeram a sua parte, com a&lt;br /&gt;necessária ousadia, que tantas vezes tem faltado ao país no último século. Convictos&lt;br /&gt;de que "isto anda tudo ligado", cabe agora a todos nós multiplicar o exemplo,&lt;br /&gt;incluindo aquele que está contido nas obras de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Objecto &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Marcel Duchamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1887-1968), França/EUA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Le Porte Bouteilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, c. 1914-64, Museu Colecção Berardo, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pesquisar Colecção Berardo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(links)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.museuberardo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Museu Colecção Berardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.berardocollection.com/?ToplevelID=41&amp;lang=pt"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sintra Museu de Arte Moderna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.berardomodern.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Colecção Berardo de Arte Moderna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.berardocollection.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Berardo Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.berardocollection.com/?toplevelid=33&amp;lang=pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Todas as colecções (disponíveis online)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pesquisar Museu Berardo na blogosfera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (links)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Alexandre Pomar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &gt; &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/06/2005-berardoccb.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berardo/CCB - ultimato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt; &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/06/acordo-ministri.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Museu Colecção Berardo - documentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/06/ccb.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Primeira visita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt; &lt;a href="http://alexandrepomar.typepad.com/alexandre_pomar/2007/06/no-interior-do-.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No interior do CCB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3623874107343261992?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3623874107343261992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3623874107343261992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3623874107343261992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3623874107343261992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/06/museu-berardo-2-impressionante-lista-de.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rn7LM2E7D3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AupzJ_eHdHA/s72-c/Duchamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-9036155115629865433</id><published>2007-06-21T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:29.349Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu Berardo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joana Vasconcelos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSEU BERARDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RnriamE7D2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-ir0GvSVrQ8/s1600-h/Nectar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 782px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RnriamE7D2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-ir0GvSVrQ8/s400/Nectar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078620476339326818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Inaugura em Lisboa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.museuberardo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Museu Berardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;na próxima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2ª feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, 25 de Junho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;com&lt;br /&gt;entrada livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; non stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;durante 24 horas (v. programação no link do museu).&lt;br /&gt;O momento é festivo. Procuraremos demonstrar, em breve, porque é que este&lt;br /&gt;é um passo hstórico para Portugal e para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a internacionalização cultural do país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Objecto/Escultura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joana Vasconcelos&lt;/span&gt; (n. 1971), Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Nectar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; 2006, col. Museu Berardo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-9036155115629865433?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/9036155115629865433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=9036155115629865433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/9036155115629865433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/9036155115629865433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/06/museu-berardo-inaugura-em-lisboa-25-de.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RnriamE7D2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-ir0GvSVrQ8/s72-c/Nectar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6070865157531265459</id><published>2007-06-10T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:31.705Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marguerite Yourcenar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Clementina Diniz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='João Queiroz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 23]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A MEMÓRIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmytT2E7DwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Mq_S9-AbIi4/s1600-h/Joao+Queiroz+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074621436584988418" style="width: 517px; cursor: pointer; height: 270px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmytT2E7DwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Mq_S9-AbIi4/s400/Joao+Queiroz+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmytTmE7DvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ls1aYsANEeY/s1600-h/Joao+Queiroz+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074621432290021106" style="width: 517px; cursor: pointer; height: 270px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmytTmE7DvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ls1aYsANEeY/s400/Joao+Queiroz+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;A memória da maior parte dos homens é um cemitério&lt;br /&gt;abandonado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;onde jazem sem honras, mortos que eles deixaram&lt;br /&gt;de amar. Toda a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dor prolongada insulta o seu esquecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marguerite Yourcenar&lt;/span&gt; (19o3-1987), França&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Memórias de Adriano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; ed. Ulisseia, Lisboa, 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João Queiroz &lt;/span&gt;(n.1957), Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem Título,&lt;/span&gt; 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem Título,&lt;/span&gt; 2004 (fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.porta33.com/galeria/galeria.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gal. Porta 33, Funchal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação dedicada a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/03/maria-clementina-diniz-1940-2007-ela.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lementina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Diniz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, nascida a 10 de Junho 1940.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]/[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6070865157531265459?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6070865157531265459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6070865157531265459&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6070865157531265459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6070865157531265459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/06/memria-memria-da-maior-parte-dos-homens.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmytT2E7DwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Mq_S9-AbIi4/s72-c/Joao+Queiroz+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6200694197452201798</id><published>2007-06-07T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:31.959Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gérard Castello-Lopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exposições'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GÉRARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rmff02E7DtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DVEmNAzAmYA/s1600-h/Gerard+CL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073269604218506962" style="width: 514px; cursor: pointer; height: 354px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rmff02E7DtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DVEmNAzAmYA/s400/Gerard+CL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentação de fotografias inéditas de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gérard Castello-Lopes&lt;/span&gt;, na &lt;a href="http://www.fsgaleria.net4b.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Galeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; simultâneamente no &lt;/span&gt;Porto e em Lisboa, até 31 Julho 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Este conjunto de imagens recentes (2005-2006) traz-nos algumas das constantes&lt;br /&gt;do olhar do fotógrafo - as ambiguidades de planos e estruturas que se conjugam e&lt;br /&gt;sobrepõem, a límpida geometria dos objectos no espaço, as texturas e brilhos das&lt;br /&gt;superfícies - mas Gérard detém-se agora em registos de ruínas, marcas da luz e&lt;br /&gt;do tempo, presenças e ausências, deixando entrever uma inquieta melancolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Gérard Castello-Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n. 1925), Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Valência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2006, col. Galeria Fernando Santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesquisar Gérard Castello-Lopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Cultura/Interior.aspx?content_id=36690"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Gérard Castello-Lopes expõe em Lisboa e no Porto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2005/06/27/artes/o_david_gerard_castellolopes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"O David de Gérard Castello-Lopes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fundacao-plmj.com/detalhe.php?aID=1105#showDetail"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://artephotographica.blogspot.com/2006/02/pensar-fotograficamente.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pensar fotograficamente"&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artephotographica.blogspot.com/2006/02/pensar-fotograficamente.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Arte Photographica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fundacao-plmj.com/detalhe.php?aID=1105"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fundação PLMJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6200694197452201798?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6200694197452201798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6200694197452201798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6200694197452201798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6200694197452201798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/06/grard-apresentao-de-fotografias-inditas.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rmff02E7DtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DVEmNAzAmYA/s72-c/Gerard+CL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-7103557799890656248</id><published>2007-06-02T08:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:32.244Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Personagem de Fricção]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmNRJTLnTYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/B55sTQZEqxg/s1600-h/Quintuplo+retrato+de+homem-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmNRJTLnTYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/B55sTQZEqxg/s400/Quintuplo+retrato+de+homem-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071986825558969730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[PF #8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Obsessão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva! Haja quem se atreva a lembrar decisões "funestas" do sr. ex-primeiro-ministro&lt;br /&gt;Cavaco Silva. E foram mil, as suas funestas decisões! Parabéns, &lt;a href="http://5dias.net/2007/06/01/um-peso-uma-medida/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;António Figueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;por lembrar uma delas, a saber, a atribuição à igreja católica de um canal de televisão,&lt;br /&gt;no início da década de 1990. Não deixa de ser um atrevimento lembrar tal decisão,&lt;br /&gt;num país em que os orgãos de informação veneram deslumbradamente a faraónica&lt;br /&gt;figura do actual PR, aquele que outrora "não lia jornais". Entretanto, à conta da&lt;br /&gt;omissão respeitosa que os media nos impõem no que se refere às múltiplas decisões&lt;br /&gt;funestas tomadas no tempo das vacas gordas da então CEE, o sr. Presidente&lt;br /&gt;prossegue, altaneiro, na sua incólume e obsessiva caminhada para um segundo&lt;br /&gt;mandato no Palácio de Belém. Ou para um terceiro, se o houver. Uma verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;obsessão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; Adaptado de um comentário meu no post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um peso, uma medida&lt;/span&gt;, em Cinco Dias [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PF&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-7103557799890656248?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/7103557799890656248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=7103557799890656248&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7103557799890656248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/7103557799890656248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/06/8_02.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmNRJTLnTYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/B55sTQZEqxg/s72-c/Quintuplo+retrato+de+homem-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-5026337714605617376</id><published>2007-06-01T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:32.441Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duarte Belo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruy Belo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 22] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SE FOSTE CRIANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmB75DLnTWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j9uzOXT5Vzk/s1600-h/Duarte+Belo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071189400455957858" style="width: 499px; cursor: pointer; height: 499px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmB75DLnTWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j9uzOXT5Vzk/s400/Duarte+Belo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Se foste criança diz-me a cor do teu país&lt;br /&gt;Eu te digo que o meu era da cor do bibe&lt;br /&gt;e tinha o tamanho de um pau de giz.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Ruy Belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1933-1978), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Homem de palavra(s),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;ed. Presença, Lisboa, 1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(excerto do poema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lgumas proposições com crianças"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Duarte Belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (n. 1968), Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruy Belo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Coisas de Silêncio,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;ed. Assírio &amp; Alvim, Lisboa, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pesquisar Ruy Belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://www.astormentas.com/ruybelo.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;www.astormentas.com/ruybelo.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://www.instituto-camoes.pt/cvc/poemasemana/11/01.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;http://www.instituto-camoes.pt/cvc/poemasemana/11/01.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pesquisar Duarte Belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duartebelo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;www.duartebelo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fundacao-plmj.com/detalhe.php?aID=1294#showDetail"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;http://fundacao-plmj.com/detalhe.php?aID=1294#showDetail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;] [&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-5026337714605617376?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/5026337714605617376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=5026337714605617376&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5026337714605617376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/5026337714605617376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/06/citao-22-se-foste-criana-se-foste.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RmB75DLnTWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/j9uzOXT5Vzk/s72-c/Duarte+Belo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-4219859982835722197</id><published>2007-05-24T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:32.593Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine de Pisan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hans Bellmer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A CIDADE DAS MULHERES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RlVeRgFZREI/AAAAAAAAAD0/d9Fhd0Cudow/s1600-h/bellmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068060610438710338" style="width: 498px; cursor: pointer; height: 492px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RlVeRgFZREI/AAAAAAAAAD0/d9Fhd0Cudow/s400/bellmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nome feliz inspirado na &lt;a href="http://acidadedasmulheres.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-espelho-i.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cité des Dames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; (Christine de Pisan, 1363-1430&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e muito&lt;br /&gt;oportuno, dada a relevância das cidades no mundo contemporâneo e o crescente&lt;br /&gt;protagonismo das mulheres na vida pública e intelectual.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo deste mês de Maio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://acidadedasmulheres.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cristina L Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que felicitamos, vem assinalando&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro aniversário do seu blogue com posts diários. Aqui fica um contributo do&lt;br /&gt;Ultraperiférico, com estas questões: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tendência paritária homem/mulher é sobretudo um instrumento de&lt;br /&gt;equidade e de justiça soci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al, em rotura com o passado dominado por&lt;br /&gt;homens, ou poderá constituir uma revolução civilizacional?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito de outro modo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um maior contributo das mulheres na vida pública &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pode transformar o mundo, torná-lo melhor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hans Bellmer&lt;/span&gt; (1902-1975), Alemanha/França&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Poupée,&lt;/span&gt; c. 1935 (fonte: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.angelfire.com/in2/belmer/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Dolls of Hans Bellmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-4219859982835722197?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/4219859982835722197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=4219859982835722197&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4219859982835722197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/4219859982835722197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/05/cidade-das-mulheres-nome-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RlVeRgFZREI/AAAAAAAAAD0/d9Fhd0Cudow/s72-c/bellmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-6098105004012166200</id><published>2007-05-17T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:32.820Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Pondal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominguez Alvarez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galiza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 21-30]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 21]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E OS BOS FILLOS DO LUSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rkw4iQFZRDI/AAAAAAAAADs/epEuQIIMCP0/s1600-h/D.+Alvarez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 508px; height: 427px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rkw4iQFZRDI/AAAAAAAAADs/epEuQIIMCP0/s400/D.+Alvarez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065485841969267762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;e os bos fillos do Luso,&lt;br /&gt;e os fortes irmáns,&lt;br /&gt;nun só nó, fortemente,&lt;br /&gt;os dous constrinxirás;&lt;br /&gt;tal é a semellanza sonorosa&lt;br /&gt;do garrido falar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si... dos fillos do Luso,&lt;br /&gt;que apartados están&lt;br /&gt;por real estulticia&lt;br /&gt;da gloriosa nai,&lt;br /&gt;o pastor, bo e forte,&lt;br /&gt;algún día serás&lt;br /&gt;que a tribu vagarosa&lt;br /&gt;ao deixado clan,&lt;br /&gt;o descarriado gando&lt;br /&gt;que agora errando está,&lt;br /&gt;ao redil antigo&lt;br /&gt;gloriosa volverás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citação &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eduardo Pondal &lt;/span&gt;(1835-1917), Galiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Poesía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; ed. Edicións Xerais de Galicia, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 de Maio de 1863 é a data da publicação de "Cantares Gallegos", de Rosalía de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castro (1835-1885), considerada a primeira obra literária posterior aos cancioneiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;medievais que recupera para a língua galega a condição de língua escrita, no contexto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;do renascimento cultural ocorrido na Galiza na segunda metade do séc. XIX.&lt;br /&gt;Um &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;século depois, em 1963, a Real Academia Galega homenageou Rosalía de Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;e instituiu o dia 17 de Maio como o &lt;a href="http://www.diadasletrasgalegas.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia das Letras Galegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, com o objectivo &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;de&lt;br /&gt;homenagear todos os anos diferentes autores galegos que, pela importância da sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;obra, contribuiram para o processo de recuperação da consciência nacional galega. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1965 é a vez de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eduardo_Pondal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eduardo Pondal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, defensor do federalismo ibérico, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;que incluía a&lt;br /&gt;recuperação da irmandade histórica com Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adenda&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ver também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinhoada.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-das-letras-gelegas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coroas de Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José Dominguez Alvarez&lt;/span&gt; (1906-1942], Portugal/Galiza&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paisagem com camponesa&lt;/span&gt;, s/l, s/d (fonte iconográfica: Cabral Moncada Leilões)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pesquisar Dominguez Alvarez&lt;/span&gt; (links)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.camjap.gulbenkian.pt/l1/ar%7BD2B27546-03B0-4185-A5F8-0B5ACC3E203C%7D/c%7B134d0fec-228c-49cd-ad49-d40b38fab2ef%7D/m1/T1.aspx"&gt;Centro de Arte Moderna/FCG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.artecapital.net/criticas.php?critica=36&amp;PHPSESSID=b80a5d536db52b76cb489fc5786b53a6"&gt;Artecapital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://gotasdagua.blogspot.com/search/label/Dominguez%20Alvarez"&gt;Gotas d'Água&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-6098105004012166200?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/6098105004012166200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=6098105004012166200&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6098105004012166200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/6098105004012166200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/05/citao-21-e-os-bons-fillos-lusos-e-os.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/Rkw4iQFZRDI/AAAAAAAAADs/epEuQIIMCP0/s72-c/D.+Alvarez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-2599736100156092604</id><published>2007-05-10T02:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:33.061Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Berto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vítor Palla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[citações 11-20]'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[citação 20]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;VIVO EM LISBOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RkkHGk-dCqI/AAAAAAAAADk/DoyN-weAjxc/s1600-h/vitor+palla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 734px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RkkHGk-dCqI/AAAAAAAAADk/DoyN-weAjxc/s400/vitor+palla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064587065541069474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Vivo em Lisboa como se vivesse no fim do mundo, ou num&lt;br /&gt;lugar que reunisse vestígios de toda a Europa. A cada esquina&lt;br /&gt;encontro reminiscências doutras cidades, doutros encontros,&lt;br /&gt;doutras viagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aqui, ainda é possível inventar uma história e vivê-la. Ou ficar&lt;br /&gt;assim, parado, a olhar o rio e fingir que o Tempo e a Europa&lt;br /&gt;não existem - e Lisboa, se calhar, também não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Citação &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Al Berto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1948-1997), Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;O Anjo Mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, ed. Assírio &amp; Alvim, Lisboa, 2000&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Vítor Palla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (1922-2006),  Portugal &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Lisboa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;1989, col. Fundação PLMJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-2599736100156092604?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/2599736100156092604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=2599736100156092604&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2599736100156092604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/2599736100156092604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/05/citao-20-vivo-em-lisboa-vivo-em-lisboa_9123.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RkkHGk-dCqI/AAAAAAAAADk/DoyN-weAjxc/s72-c/vitor+palla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-3177460016282824384</id><published>2007-04-30T05:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:33.438Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ícones culturais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anónimo Português/séc. XV'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ICONOCLASTIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RjZ9f0-dCoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3FwszlR8-fk/s1600-h/ecce-homo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 725px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RjZ9f0-dCoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3FwszlR8-fk/s400/ecce-homo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059369217147341442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma longa caminhada a fazer para ultrapassar resistências ou dificuldades de&lt;br /&gt;convívio com os nossos ícones culturais. Quase sempre e em quase todas as áreas,&lt;br /&gt;aquilo ou aquele que brilha é, em Portugal, factor de divisão e polémica, muito para&lt;br /&gt;lá da legitimidade crítica, como se os portugueses não soubessem unir-se em torno&lt;br /&gt;dos seus próprios valores. Os exemplos abundam, mas para referir apenas a área&lt;br /&gt;da música lembremo-nos dos casos de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amália&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Paredes&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zeca Afonso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;À grandeza e ao talento, em torno dos quais qualquer comunidade pode rever-se&lt;br /&gt;com orgulho, reagem os portugueses com indiferença ou animosidade,&lt;br /&gt;transformando factores de unidade em factores de divisão. E nada disto se refere&lt;br /&gt;ao exercício da crítica, que entre nós é frequentemente tomado por maledicência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O actual Presidente da República, Cavaco Silva, a quem cumpriria preservar os&lt;br /&gt;símbolos colectivos do país, apresentou-se uma vez mais na comemoração oficial&lt;br /&gt;do Dia da Liberdade, em dissonância com a Revolução dos Cravos. Diz ele, para já&lt;br /&gt;renegando o cravo na lapela presidencial, que é preciso &lt;a href="http://www.rtp.pt/index.php?article=279513&amp;visual=16&amp;amp;rss=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;inovar o modelo das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;cerimónias evocativas do 25 de Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Interroguemo-nos: Porque persiste o PR em "partidarizar" o cravo vermelho, se&lt;br /&gt;este é o símbolo máximo de um acontecimento histórico, prévio à formação ou à&lt;br /&gt;legalização dos partidos políticos? Se a permanência deste símbolo depende do seu reconhecimento por parte da maioria dos cidadãos do nosso país, como é o caso,&lt;br /&gt;porquê reduzi-lo a emblema da Esquerda? Será que o PR não se revê no vermelho&lt;br /&gt;pacífico de uma flor que se substituiu nas espingardas às balas e ao sangue que&lt;br /&gt;todas as convulsões políticas deviam evitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Pintura &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Anónimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; (séc. XV), Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ecce Homo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; c.1490, col. Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20636521-3177460016282824384?l=ultraperiferico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/feeds/3177460016282824384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20636521&amp;postID=3177460016282824384&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3177460016282824384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20636521/posts/default/3177460016282824384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraperiferico.blogspot.com/2007/04/iconoclastia-h-uma-longa-caminhada_2379.html' title=''/><author><name>R.O.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447456302400077216</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_zfcYCrLW8/RjZ9f0-dCoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3FwszlR8-fk/s72-c/ecce-homo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20636521.post-8544549626998994589</id><published>2007-04-25T01:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:34:33.744Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 de Abril'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O ÍCONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3
