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Para os aficcionados por X-Men a
última oportunidade para o deleite cinematográfico é X-Men Primiera Classe.
Para os que estão interessados excluxivamente nas últimas novidades do cinema
iraniano ou argentino, não é preciso dizer que se trata de entretenimento para
o grande público. Mas devemos lembrar que mesmo, e principalmente, a oferta
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Às vezes, em meio a
nossas leituras e descobertas, nos deparamos com ótimas composições artísticas
que devem ser compartilhadas com mais pessoas. Isso ocorreu comigo nas últimas
semanas, quando ganhei de presente um livro de poemas intitulado “Palavra Limada
– A Carpintaria dos Sentidos”. Talvez não somente uma surpresa quanto às
composições poéticas, mas também em relação à&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Nino Cais se equilibrando em copos



Colagens com revistas da década de 1970


Hoje, dia 24 de maio de 2012, fui com meus alunos de
Visuais da FPA à Universidade Estadual Paulista, UNESP, para participar do Encontro
de formação em arte contemporânea. O evento teve como foco a discussão das
poéticas da arte visando abrir os horizontes de educadores de arte e &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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“É necessário que eu escreva 
de modo tão indiretosobre a situação?É isso que vocês querem que eu faça?”                                                     (Adrienne Rich – Then or Now)
Certamente era esse o desejo das estruturas de dominação que Adrienne Rich chamava de “patriarcais”: - que ela se calasse ou, na pior das hipóteses, tocasse na “situação” apenas de modo indireto e distante. 
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HISTÓRIA ORAL

              MÉTODOS DE ENTREVISTA E TRANSCRIÇÃO

Dias 24 e 25 de maio, das 16h às 18h.

Auditório do Programa de Mestrado em História Social

Universidade Severino Sombra

Rua Joaquim Teixeira Leite, 52

Centro, Vassouras – RJ




 
Amanhã e sexta-feira, das 16h às 18h, darei um mini-curso de História Oral em Vassouras (RJ), no Programa de Mestrado da &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Três imagens: sapatos, facas e cruzes. Seu ladeamento é uma
proposição expográfica dada pela curadoria ou teria Andy Warhol concebido esta
série de objetos fotográficos com a finalidade de mostra-los em conjunto? Essa
é a pergunta que me ficou após percorrer os olhos pelas suas trezentas
fotografias em Polaroid expostas no Museu da Imagem e do Som de São Paulo.



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AINDA NA SÍNTESE DA LINGUAGUEM





Não é de hoje que gosto de passear pelos textos minimalistas, pela concisão poética, ensinamentos passados pela propaganda e também pelo grande amigo, redator e escritor, Devanir Luiz Kauffman Ferreira, devoto dessa arte “dos curtos, curtíssimos” desde os longínquos anos 80.  



Algumas modalidades são recentes no meu aprendizado e até que acabei&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Já está à venda o livro “Skate e skatistas: questões contemporâneas”, com organização de Tony Honorato e do historiador Leonardo Brandão, membro do conselho consultivo da Revista Contemporâneos. A obra reúne textos de 12 autores nacionais e estrangeiros que abordam vários aspectos relacionados à cultura do skate. O livro é editado pela Universidade Estadual de Londrina, e foi &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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MINHA IMAGEM REFLETIDA





Essas coisas loucas

invadem meus ouvidos

adoçam minha boca

provocam arrepios



em minha pele

meus pelos

meus poros



Ah... essas coisas loucas

que sinto quando te imagino

inebriam meus sentidos

provocam gemidos

enlouquecem minha libido



em mãos me perco

em toques sutis 

intensos e provocantes



mãos que são tuas

que me &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Consultando
o site oficial da Academia Brasileira de Letras, deparei-me com o perfil de Rui
Ribeiro Couto. Valendo-me de alguns dos seus principais dados biográficos, ressalto
que Rui Esteves Ribeiro de Almeida Couto, filho de José de Almeida Couto e Nísia
da Conceição Esteves Ribeiro, nasceu em Santos, no dia 12 de
março de 1898, e faleceu em Paris, em 30 de &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Há uma luz, no fim da tela. De onde surgem imagens em camadas em meio a uma escuridão gradual. Nem bem definida, nem claramente exposta, apenas camadas de um eu, que não pode ser focalizado até este instante. A platéia aguarda para saber de onde ou para onde vai aquele pedaço de matéria que se move em meio aos quadros de luz. Lentamente os fragmentos dão forma aos corpos. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Várias exibições foram realizadas nestes últimos dias, Espaço
Gambalaia, Instituto Sagrada Família, USCS, Colégio Galeão, Escola Esperança...
e outras estão agendadas. Pela visto atingiremos a meta de levar para 50
instituições até junho/2012.













 Espaço Gambalaia, Quarta em Movie. Fotos Heitor Glauber





Nesta exibição, o público presente prestigiou a exibição e um dos &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Hoje tomei a liberdade, ainda que não devida, ou indevidamente necessária, para trazer ao leitor algo diferente. Um pouco deste comovido colunista. Para reflexão, proponho o conto de minha autoria chamado "Marianazinha", ainda, trago para uma quadrinho de Calvin, para que possamos realizar o diálogo entre ambos os textos.



O conto, que surgiu de inúmeras impressões &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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É claro que muito já foi dito a respeito do processo de criação do texto
literário; não se pode ler uma obra pensando apenas como um reflexo do próprio
autor, porque se assim o fosse, o que seria a literatura se não um simples
recontar de próprias experiências, um mero espelho que refletiria apenas as
próprias memórias? Não, definitivamente, literatura é muito mais do que &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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         Hoje é um daqueles dias
em que sabemos que nossa vida exige um pouco mais de poesia. Afirmação
abrangente como essa pode nos levar a milhões de postulações e questionamentos,
mas, simplesmente, para mim, neste dia sinto-me impelido a mergulhar na obra
poética de um poeta brasileiro tão conhecido e que merece mais atenção. Manuel
Bandeira. Não nos embrenhando tanto&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Beto Brant faz cinema como quem cria poesia. Sua
estética cinematográfica vem da observação do caos das grandes cidades, de suas
perversões e amores vivenciadas num mundo fragmentado de luzes, cores e sons. Os
faróis dos carros, as luzes das baladas, os totens luminosos, fachadas de bares,
são delineados por sons de buzinas, pneus que rolam no asfalto e que se mesclam
aos sons musicais de rock, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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“Robert Frank extraiu da América um poema triste diretamente para a película, cravando seu nome entre os grandes poetas trágicos do mundo”. (Jack Kerouac no prefácio da primeira edição do  livro The Americans em 1959).
Fotografia e Sociologia nasceram quase ao mesmo tempo no século XIX, e embora percorrendo trajetórias distintas, têm grande relação entre si, pois a fotografia serviu de &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mas ele respondeu a seu pai: Há tantos anos que te sirvo, sem jamais transgredir uma ordem tua, e nunca me deste um cabrito para eu me regozijar com os meus amigos;

mas quando veio este teu filho, que gastou os teus bens com meretrizes, tu mandaste matar para ele o novilho cevado.Replicou-lhe o pai: Filho, tu sempre estás comigo, e tudo o que é meu é teu;entretanto cumpria &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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DICA DE LEITURA PARA OS TEMPOS MODERNOS



Nada como a concisão para acompanhar o ritmo frenético dos tempos modernos. Então, além do poema “Cir.concisão”, segue também uma grande dica para leitura: o livro do premiadíssimo amigo Edweine Loureiro, que tive a honra de participar, em sua contracapa, com um microdepoimento. 






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Você
se lembra de Jane Fonda? Jane sempre foi uma pessoa muito dedicada à sua
evolução espiritual. Polêmica, afirmou ter visto discos voadores. O que mais
impressiona nessa mulher é sua serenidade.





Assisti
a uma entrevista com ela dias desses, na qual ela classificava a vida em três
atos. O primeiro acontece até os 29 anos, quando pensamos que sabemos tudo e
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Pode confessar: toda vez que você
posta algum conteúdo na internet, espera retorno ou repercussão. Uma frase,
opinião sobre política ou foto que exigiu empenho e um pouco de genialidade.
Talvez o sucesso de um perfil online ou um site esteja justamente no caráter
inédito e surpreendente. Em meio a um sem fim de links e redes sociais, a
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ATADA EM NÓS





Não sei se por descrença
ou mero descuido
ou talvez por falta de jeito
sinto em ti algo de distante


naturezas distintas
que por vezes se tocam
para tornar a desencontrar-se
logo adiante

Não sei se o que em mim habita
peca por um excesso de sensibilidade
e ao desnudar-me ante seus olhos
decepciona-te a falta de um disfarce


Eu a desvelar-me em sentires
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       Olá caros leitores,





      Nesta sexta apresentamos a crônica “O Bom ladrão”, reflexão sobre as ironias e inconstâncias nas experiências humanas. Ao percebermos as misérias e dores do outro, conseguimos enxergar as nossas próprias.







O Bom Ladrão



Renata Cordeiro &amp;amp; Adriano Almeida







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São 15º na terra do operário presidente e chove calmamente lá fora. Aqui dentro, aquecida por meias, blusas e uma touca exótica, estou eu, mais em uma madrugada, inquieta e voraz, pesquisando um pouco de tudo, perdida na imensidão de links, entre os rankings de periódicos acadêmicos e as últimas discussões sobre as teorias queer. O pão está quente. A abertura do forno permite que eu aproveite&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Apresentamos hoje um texto de Diana Mendes, estudante de Filosofia da UFABC, que analisa o caso  caso microvlar-placebo, no qual mulheres
tomaram medicamento anticoncepcionais sem efeito, os placebos - na época também
conhecidos como “pílula da farinha” - produzidos pelo laboratório Schering em
1998 no Brasil.



Ética utilitarista e pílula da farinha









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