<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:12:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Aforismos</category><category>Contos</category><category>Literatura Mundial</category><category>Musica</category><category>Critica Literaria</category><category>Fotografia</category><category>Cinema</category><category>Cronicas</category><category>Romances</category><category>Poesia</category><category>Saude</category><category>Diario de Bordo</category><category>Sexualidade</category><title>Denny Yang&#39;s blog</title><description></description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-1726843023942045331</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-29T09:31:57.375-07:00</atom:updated><title>ARCHIVES</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;O blog &lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;A casa da colina&lt;/span&gt; acabou em junho de 2009, aqui você acessa os arquivos disponíveis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2010/09/archives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-3433595119517563301</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:22.293-07:00</atom:updated><title>conto zen</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKYfYUTHGHlCV1S2h1ACOhTkop5QJ6CZAp7OHmyTozLlc5sUfUbVuS4l6PpJaIjJaWGE2MnMt4m1-4sy6XTqMVR97hP3guNQ0Af6ptZ_FvfBvx8AqHI6PFvW5TtIdQsO_Pyfy4cDVE7lI/s1600-h/5804-9-fish-chinese-brush-painting.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347112408415286402&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKYfYUTHGHlCV1S2h1ACOhTkop5QJ6CZAp7OHmyTozLlc5sUfUbVuS4l6PpJaIjJaWGE2MnMt4m1-4sy6XTqMVR97hP3guNQ0Af6ptZ_FvfBvx8AqHI6PFvW5TtIdQsO_Pyfy4cDVE7lI/s400/5804-9-fish-chinese-brush-painting.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Um legitimo mestre zen - O peixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mestre e seu discipulo estavam sentados a beira do riacho. Quando um peixe deu um grande salto no riacho:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nossa, como esse peixe esta&#39; feliz! - disse o mestre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O discipulo perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Como voce sabe que ele esta&#39; feliz? Voce e&#39; peixe para saber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mestre respondeu com outra pergunta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Voce e&#39; eu, para saber o que eu sei do que um peixe sabe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2009/06/conto-zen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKYfYUTHGHlCV1S2h1ACOhTkop5QJ6CZAp7OHmyTozLlc5sUfUbVuS4l6PpJaIjJaWGE2MnMt4m1-4sy6XTqMVR97hP3guNQ0Af6ptZ_FvfBvx8AqHI6PFvW5TtIdQsO_Pyfy4cDVE7lI/s72-c/5804-9-fish-chinese-brush-painting.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-3686853850564137868</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:22.381-07:00</atom:updated><title>PHOTO</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1giOYrXOiATn2drf5WYmy4Dj8QKz1Q_4cMVnJK8ONjh70Z6CF1p-Cg-xCEO60HGDZL8capjdyxz-Pv1PQzEIJGhCtNjsvYdBzhw6Tc2qzu5XLu3FMGEBz3-DkdQ44dZKGCZyoooQQIow/s1600-h/david+lynch.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343571806503725762&quot; 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&lt;strong&gt;link para meu website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dennyyang.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.dennyyang.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2009/03/link.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-2730363619324003831</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:22.996-07:00</atom:updated><title>E PARA OS LITERATOS...</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/2Orgxd9bD_c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/2Orgxd9bD_c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-para-os-literatos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-5315557669188436839</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:23.437-07:00</atom:updated><title>coracoes blues e serpentinas - Lima Trindade</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2j2mTFOL_AvzaxWiAugJn7qC2Mt-YJ9lQhYY3uSkXVIZbXj0lHCu-WbvJyhnQ7lzDuy_-J5v5NIn1VGYyMYrsi3K976hqPrk1VjNGj39K7j0pOJZuka5u041tPurhZZIGq1doLoprDg/s1600-h/coracoes_212.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294477514069723426&quot; 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Na epoca em que ele publicou o livro, por coincidencia eu tambem estava publicando meu segundo romance, “A gangorra”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro, que so´agora pude terminar de le-lo, e´ uma colecao de contos, que talvez nao tenham ligacoes entre si, mas que para mim, teve constantemente, ou em muitos casos, a sensacao de sentimentos muito ligados ao proprio autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns deles, como o que inaugura o livro, “Noite num hotel da Asa Norte”, ou no que fecha o livro, “Com ou sem Chantilly?“, a narrativa em primeira pessoa da´ainda mais essa sensacao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste, independente da questao da homossexualidade – por sinal retratada em varios outros contos, sempre rodeando a atmosfera do livro – mas no tom intimista falando de fatos do passado envoltos em situacoes traumaticas, naquele com a figura do escritor que esta´ terminando sua historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade de Salvador tambem e´uma constante, constando na biografia de Lima Trindade ter justamente vivido la´.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao apenas no conto semi-metafora “Ceu fatiado de azul”, em que figura personagem de nome Salvador, viajado por varios paises do mundo, como em outros que parece fazer algum tipo de retrato social e de epoca da cidade, o que marca como caracteristica principal do livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O de retratar a questao sexual e de prostituicao, com excecao da questao de sexualidade, que de muitas formas se associa ao retrato de Salvador, seja com as prostitutas – em um dos contos, a personagem e narradora em primeira pessoa e´uma prostituta, que encontra um estrangeiro e passam a noite juntos – seja com a modernidade chegando na cidade com o romance (como no conto Leponex). Assim como a da homossexualidade, muito presente, seja em romances, triangulos, ou elaboracoes de situacoes do passado nas historias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caracteristica principal do livro, o retrato de Salvador? Se considerarmos que Lima Trindade passou boa parte de sua vivencia la´, sim. Mas, certamente, suas proprias questoes sentimentais tem forca maior, e dai´nem seria questao de caracteristicas, mas de pontos centrais literarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns contos, reproduz algumas sensacoes e fluxos narrativos de autores beats, como em “A primeira vez”, conto de velocidade forte, mas curto, ffazendo claro alusao a Kerouac, e em outros fazendo tambem referencias a autores como Bukowski e Leminski.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que talvez marca mais literariamente, contudo, e´o estilo, que se aproxima talvez, no caso brasileiro, de Caio Fernando Abreu com seus contos, com um estilo simples, que expressa sentimentos fortes do autor. Independetemente de sua biografia real, tive a sensacao de me deparar com um escritor que vai nessa linha, na dos sentimentos, ora sofridos, ora nostalgicos, ora amorosos, ora criticos e revoltados, mas todos, revertidos nessa ficcao, que lembra mesmo um blues americano. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2009/01/coracoes-blues-e-serpentinas-lima.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2j2mTFOL_AvzaxWiAugJn7qC2Mt-YJ9lQhYY3uSkXVIZbXj0lHCu-WbvJyhnQ7lzDuy_-J5v5NIn1VGYyMYrsi3K976hqPrk1VjNGj39K7j0pOJZuka5u041tPurhZZIGq1doLoprDg/s72-c/coracoes_212.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-6442790662771268280</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:23.541-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.verbo21.com.br/&quot;&gt;REVISTA VERBO 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; publica na sua atual edicao o conto de minha autoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.verbo21.com.br/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=280&amp;amp;Itemid=126&quot;&gt; O PORTAL DO SONHO VERMELHO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2009/01/revista-verbo-21-publica-na-sua-atual.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-917455096500922068</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:23.557-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;artigo epico de Emile Zola ao jornal L&#39;Aurore, 1898.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_agzG6Z5wjR83LGGJfmYGLprBG80HXK7xIClsmG7fwl5OTC0OYXHwAQs1pXn7VO67-BlLCj2DVI2rrakpfkLqXZFjxHd-Q8g5teF6LaMylnpg8FcIi58nSNJZSo9Ar5uXcg40zYIchc/s1600-h/emile+zola.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291724471057108850&quot; 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de &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;Woddy Allen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/0o6QKpNK9Cc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/0o6QKpNK9Cc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2008/11/manhattan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-5820144387387187306</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 07:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:24.173-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Que conselho o sr. daria a um jovem escritor que deseja dedicar-se à literatura?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselho infalível, claro, não tem. Convém que esse que queira dedicar-se à literatura vá munido de muita esperança e pouca expectativa, para não se desiludir demais. Vá crente de que não é mole. Que ninguém estoura. Que o único lugar onde o sucesso vem antes de trabalho é no dicionário, a não ser com as habituais exceções. Tem que se ter uma teimosia terrível. Tem que ter talento ou a coragem necessária para, um belo dia, se for o caso, perceber que não tem talento. Agora, quem tem talento para escrever, não tem o que temer. Ele vai e escreve, vai e escreve, vai e escreve - e um dia aquilo sai. Isso eu tenho certeza. Agora, a teimosia e a persistência são fatores indispensáveis. E acrescentaria, embora não saiba bem o que estou acrescentando, mas estou repetindo o meu amigo querido e homem sábio, Jorge Amado, que era ateu e não acreditava no sobrenatural, e que, misteriosamente, dizia: &quot;- E também um pouco de sorte, viu compadre?&quot;. E também um pouco de sorte, que eu não sei bem o que quer dizer, mas que desejo a todos, inclusive pra vocês, cuja atenção tão generosa acabo de merecer. Até logo. Felicidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;JOAO UBALDO RIBEIRO&lt;/strong&gt;, em entrevista ao &lt;a href=&quot;http://rascunho.rpc.com.br/index.php?ras=secao.php&amp;amp;modelo=2&amp;amp;secao=5&amp;amp;lista=0&amp;amp;subsecao=0&amp;amp;ordem=2761&quot;&gt;Jornal Rascunho&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2008/11/que-conselho-o-sr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-4052067950191493550</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:24.699-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cinema</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqW8-vHe0hKn94g6cSiMzTXUdsTrAsUCfluFNUDXNB6Obx4usZglW3F_nh63k-q6IC481810XSP7G10TpQ-FrGv9MJDPo5s2kcTbt0MwCG3n1P0Gh5vp1poHQVhIUKOj8xftwqzvP9jQ/s1600-h/bergman.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255016916779799362&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqW8-vHe0hKn94g6cSiMzTXUdsTrAsUCfluFNUDXNB6Obx4usZglW3F_nh63k-q6IC481810XSP7G10TpQ-FrGv9MJDPo5s2kcTbt0MwCG3n1P0Gh5vp1poHQVhIUKOj8xftwqzvP9jQ/s400/bergman.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Um filme que assisti de&lt;strong&gt; Ingmar Bergman&lt;/strong&gt;, que nem foi filmado por ele, mas por ele roteirizado, e´ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0157122/&quot;&gt;Faithless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liv Ullmann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dirigiu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Um escritor na velhice, vive isolado e semi-alienado numa especie de ilha, onde seus fantasmas vao reaparecendo, parece de certa forma a propria biografia de Bergman e o personagem, seu alter-ego na velhice. Interpretando assim o filme, que faz diversas referencias a filmes anteriores dele, pois por mais que nao vi os filmes, conheco a maioria de suas historias, parece ter feito uma reflexao de sua obra e de sua propria vida como artista.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-filme-que-assisti-de-ingmar-bergman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqW8-vHe0hKn94g6cSiMzTXUdsTrAsUCfluFNUDXNB6Obx4usZglW3F_nh63k-q6IC481810XSP7G10TpQ-FrGv9MJDPo5s2kcTbt0MwCG3n1P0Gh5vp1poHQVhIUKOj8xftwqzvP9jQ/s72-c/bergman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-2253981223155003519</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:24.580-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Contos</category><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt; conto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;curto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; titulo: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;conto zen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; autoria: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denny Yang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu estava com uma pergunta a respeito de se a arte revolucionava o mundo, e se esse era seu intuito. Perguntei-lhe, um dia, numa entrevista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Voce acredita em revolucoes? Por fim, quer revolucionar o mundo com sua escrita?&lt;br /&gt; - Nao acredito em revolucoes. Porque nao acredito em genios, na escrita. Acredito em trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No final da entrevista, eu disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Obrigado pela entrevista. Sabe, acho voce um dos maiores escritores da atualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ao que ele disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Eu posso ser o maior escritor da atualidade, mas &lt;em&gt;nao há&lt;/em&gt; uma palavra que eu nao sei.</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2008/09/conto-curto-titulo-conto-zen-autoria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-5115771868106879699</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:24.817-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;TIM BURTON&#39;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#666666;&quot;&gt;THE MELANCHOLY DEATH OF OYSTER BOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIogXTqTFIhdf5FbIWnTWHzZTsvoyuVQTR8m1J8xsaOvsX6qu8W18umH9nCyOLaJxAApvuwLaMC1KxujkiCWlD5fF_GbndAkgdhl2Iyq9t2v8-3PfK4AT-t5g1qEM_sYTuJxpOXy4QC0/s1600-h/tim+burton+2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250223877644726610&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIogXTqTFIhdf5FbIWnTWHzZTsvoyuVQTR8m1J8xsaOvsX6qu8W18umH9nCyOLaJxAApvuwLaMC1KxujkiCWlD5fF_GbndAkgdhl2Iyq9t2v8-3PfK4AT-t5g1qEM_sYTuJxpOXy4QC0/s400/tim+burton+2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#666666;&quot;&gt;in the link below, to see the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://homepage.eircom.net/~sebulbac/burton/home.html&quot;&gt;http://homepage.eircom.net/~sebulbac/burton/home.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2008/09/tim-burtons-melancholy-death-of-oyster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIogXTqTFIhdf5FbIWnTWHzZTsvoyuVQTR8m1J8xsaOvsX6qu8W18umH9nCyOLaJxAApvuwLaMC1KxujkiCWlD5fF_GbndAkgdhl2Iyq9t2v8-3PfK4AT-t5g1qEM_sYTuJxpOXy4QC0/s72-c/tim+burton+2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-4580305007446938883</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:24.961-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7rujkIPpBI8YkocS0BDiLwPXRvlkn5HQqWvU1sg7qO8hikKV1IFLG-RMepFySm7-kEDhMGl5ZQDlpYC8GxTDDqqrYp-BfRWb3mscSmbR6u0SlDwv3Y4h-0bFdH4D0N8vKFgSoL0sdc4/s1600-h/portinari2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247235810552101314&quot; 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width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; fs=&quot;1&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dica da Ilustrada, Folha de S Paulo</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2008/09/video-monty-python-tema-competicao-na.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-7384294067616415357</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:24.395-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cinema</category><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Critica:&lt;br /&gt;Dancando no Escuro, de Lars Von Trier, e &quot;o retorno do oprimido&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1__Nxmg0qOuQnXFF2r2CCRftOjqGH1q_iuss_VUWnAi7fprOptnVSqKTGhnhF-4HtJG-Tb4BXvBCaBj7WXspIoF041xZYcmEZUUNQBU4fptu1PrYzhb4UjODSbZRqlsKxfhmjkW9HARw/s1600-h/bjork.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246447399978178386&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1__Nxmg0qOuQnXFF2r2CCRftOjqGH1q_iuss_VUWnAi7fprOptnVSqKTGhnhF-4HtJG-Tb4BXvBCaBj7WXspIoF041xZYcmEZUUNQBU4fptu1PrYzhb4UjODSbZRqlsKxfhmjkW9HARw/s400/bjork.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                 Vi esse filme mais de duas vezes, a primeira na Mostra de Internacional de Sao Paulo. Na primeira vez que o vi, achei-o muito bonito, como das outras vezes, estetica e musicalmente, e alem disso, achei-o expressando muito meus sentimentos da epoca. Como se estivesse um pouco decepcionado com as coisas, me vinguei ao ver o choque de emocoes nas pessoas, quando Selma, a personagem vivida brilhantemente por Bjork, e&#39; condenada a pena de morte e enforcada, por fim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                Nas outras vezes que vi o filme, eu ja&#39; nem tao decepcionado assim com as coisas, continuei achando a representacao da cantora irlandesa excelente, e visual e musicalmente otimo, o filme. Mas um tanto quanto tragico. Ou melhor, de uma tragedia ate&#39; cruel demais, que chega ate&#39; a questionar qual o sentido do filme. Alias, qual o sentido de um filme assim, construido com tanta beleza, para acabar numa tragedia com ate&#39; um ponto de injustica?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;              Se o ponto central que Lars Von Trier queria era discutir os limites da lei, da legitima defesa - pois Selma mata um cara que estava roubando seu dinheiro, e por isso e&#39; condenada - ate&#39; vai. Mas o proposito do diretor parece outro, parece comover por comover, chocar por chocar, um choque que noa pode ser considerado choque a la filme &quot;CRASH&quot;, pois tem a desculpa de ser &quot;tragedia&quot;, como as tragedias gregas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;             Nao e&#39; a toa que Bjork ficou deprimida e nunca mais quis filmar depois de realizar esse filme. Ela, que sempre tira sentidos e experimentos reais e significativos na musica e na arte que ela produz, nao poderia se contentar com uma arte de um filme tao sem sentido, sem ser non-sense, que o filme provoca no espectador um pouco mais critico. Para que construir um filme assim, acabando daquele jeito? Tragedia a gente ja&#39; ve aos montes, nas ruas, em qualquer pais, no mundo, nos jornais... isso seria &quot;realismo&quot;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            Mesmo o mais tragico dos &quot;realismos&quot; tem um sentido, um significado transcedente, e mesmo o surrealismo tambem tem sua trascedencia como significado, como figura simbolica a partir de sua forma. Dancando no Escuro, no entanto, so&#39; pode ser interpretado como um &quot;cinema de autor&quot;, por nao ter sentido aparente nem trancedente, e portanto, analisemos lars von Trier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          O que ele propoe, por um lado, e&#39; suas qualidades e defeitos, como todo artista que se propoe a alguma arte de autor. Sabe construir uma historia, sabe escolher o elenco, sabe estetica, sabe fazer um musical &quot;moderno&quot;, sabe a historia do cinema, sabe mexer com a camera, fazendo-a tremer, close-ups etc. O que nao sabe? Nao sabe fechar a historia, por um ponto final, ou mesmo, um final qualquer, que coloque a pedra final  na estrutura do filme construido aos poucos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         Ja&#39; ouviu a tese do &quot;retorno do oprimido&quot;? Claro, e&#39; uma expressao psicanalitica, mas que no caso do artista, podemos interpretar da seguinte forma: o &quot;grande artista. O artista que e&#39; um genio, quando crianca, mas so&#39; ele sabe, ninguem o recohece. O artista por dentro que ve as coisas no mundo que quer transformar, que quer criar, contra as imposicoes da dura &quot;realidade&quot; do mundo, realidade muitas vezes cruel e injusta. Este mesmo artista luta contra o stream, o mainstream, luta contra o establishment, contra a dominacao, sozinho, pois ninguem acredita nele. Constroi aos poucos suas formas de expressao e linguagem, sua critica, seu discurso critico, sua arte, mas, depois de se tornar parte do mesmo establishment que lutou contra, nao teve tempo de resolver o sentimento de opressao que tanto sofrera em sua formacao. E agora, quer vinganca. Quer se vingar contra o establishment, contra a realidade nua e crua que ele viu quando em sua formacao, quer subverter a ordem, transformar o mundo mais justo, mas agora, coitado,ele ja&#39; e&#39; a ordem, e seu crescimento ate&#39; o reconhecimento como artista foi apenas para chegar no ponto e na posicao e no status de poder comecar seu trabalho, que era: subversao. Mas agora, coitado, ele ve que faz parte da ordem, que ele proprio se tornou o que lutava contra, o maisntream, ele nao faz parte mais do underground, que nao tem voz nem vez... e agora, o retorno do oprimido. Ele quer vingar, vingar sua infancia perdida, suas visoes sofridas de mundo, quando na sua formacao, mas agora, ele e&#39; alguem... ele vinga, contra a ordem, e vingar contra  a ordem e&#39; vingar de si mesmo. Eis o retorno do oprimido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Lars von Trier tem um que de &quot;retornado&quot;. Ele parece, no enforcamento de Selma, estar dando um grito de raiva e odio, por tudo o que o publico maisntream, que tanto lutou contra, mas que agora e&#39; sua plateia, nao quer ouvir; contra si mesmo. Uma tragedia cruel, e realista, de tudo o que viu em sua formacao, um mundo injusto... mas isso todos no&#39;s ja&#39; sabemos, ao ler os jornais e viver o mundo do cotidiano, nao?  Ele grita como expressao, como um grito de vinganca, que destroi sua propria arte, num que autodestrutivo. Ele grita sozinho, e ao contrario de Munch, que expressou seu solitario grito, poucos entenderam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Com esse ato de expressao com o enforcamento injusto de Selma, ele faz apenas uma autocritica, a si mesmo, do que sua arte, que tanto tem de talento, de estetica, de nocao e bagagem historica e de tecnicas, neste filme, ao menos, faltou &quot;transcedencia&quot;, faltou &quot;significado&quot;, faltou &quot;clareza de objetivos subjetivos&quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   E, para quem fez psicanalise, e&#39; ate&#39; legal assitir o filme como exercicio de psicanalisar o autor da obra. E pensar, no final das contas: porque ele simplesmente nao fez um filme critico contra o sistema judiciario europeu, de onde ele vive?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2008/09/critica-dancando-no-escuro-de-lars-von.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1__Nxmg0qOuQnXFF2r2CCRftOjqGH1q_iuss_VUWnAi7fprOptnVSqKTGhnhF-4HtJG-Tb4BXvBCaBj7WXspIoF041xZYcmEZUUNQBU4fptu1PrYzhb4UjODSbZRqlsKxfhmjkW9HARw/s72-c/bjork.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-2183952783170112352</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 04:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:25.081-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;ainda Pop art, por Warhol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.warhol.org/&quot;&gt;http://www.warhol.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjGc-5qbnNGJLZkKV70kt64Fq7z79I-FnOgNHXIvv2JRG2O8M1WfPDNh6O6GvSmD836U8xQEmJ5JWJB6HHIR-dcfF1cHqj4P7XT9PEwoJC7-AsxJRw8qEesrvXKmh3Fhc-qFXEA2Y9z8/s1600-h/byAndyWarhol.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245356184819816962&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjGc-5qbnNGJLZkKV70kt64Fq7z79I-FnOgNHXIvv2JRG2O8M1WfPDNh6O6GvSmD836U8xQEmJ5JWJB6HHIR-dcfF1cHqj4P7XT9PEwoJC7-AsxJRw8qEesrvXKmh3Fhc-qFXEA2Y9z8/s400/byAndyWarhol.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;porque no futuro, todos terao seus 15 minutos de fama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://acasadacolina.blogspot.com/2008/09/ainda-pop-art-por-warhol-httpwww.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjGc-5qbnNGJLZkKV70kt64Fq7z79I-FnOgNHXIvv2JRG2O8M1WfPDNh6O6GvSmD836U8xQEmJ5JWJB6HHIR-dcfF1cHqj4P7XT9PEwoJC7-AsxJRw8qEesrvXKmh3Fhc-qFXEA2Y9z8/s72-c/byAndyWarhol.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276028312410664263.post-7113620973392162512</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T19:38:25.650-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7UkjdR5rUNREcdE1xDFA30jWGP1mX0mZQ2Wdxo9uPgrcZqDB12GHhkyxCQLW_mGdl9hCd7UBQ7WhOUYk9l7ogzcygLrTHDKst6pTxy3E4Ln7tN7fthGSJyzZidZGdCsTNSKifNaODa0/s1600-h/living%2520in%2520oblivion.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240982539171298274&quot; 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