Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Toots -

photo credits: still shot from 'Night of The Proms' video clip - LINK




















































Some people come into the world, Love incarnate. You can feel it, hear it, see it, sense it - with all your senses as it gurgles, trickles, or gushes out of them (and whom they are with).  They can't help it, it's just the way they are.



Those that fall into this category, that I'm lucky to have had shared my life with, and others - even when (perhaps even especially when) impatient, or in a bad mood for any reason, just take your heart because it's theirs to take.




There is so much soul in them, it oozes out of every pore and it seeps into you with no barrier; glues you to life even after they've gone.



This is a definition of LOve incarnate.














Toots was definitely that kind of person.



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(condolences to his family and dearest friends)





Friday, 19 August 2016

Circles, Movement, Moment, The Olympics, The moon and The Marathon

A person rushes out at the end of the day and is still greeted with the most amazing blue canopy, so profound and deep in the centre, an intense almost turqoise hue where the sun just set and on the opposite side, as the light slowly drips away - and the spectrums remnant - final reddish edges delicately gives another intensity to the location - the backdrop where a fattened moon swells just above the horizon.., so mesmerizing with the marking of the grand-master upon its face, humming an intimate song as it meets you, delicately yet so very striking.
There's something about a fattened moon that fills the viewer's eyes, in such a way you can feel its touch, embracing you in the August warm breeze.

A person's soul even more open from having just tripped over the bubbling giggle of two toddlers in one of those ancient contraptions that resembles a car, that startles you with a sudden Beach Boys tune - Good Vibrations - (but with chipmunk voices in place of the original ones) bursting from it as you're paying a bill unaware of that tiny ''playground'' behind your back - caught off guard both you and the cashier -  both busting into sudden laughter from the contagion of the infants' ''alegria genial''.


I recalled as I gazed at the sky, heart still full of the babies' laughter from moments before, how yesterday evening the moon burst forth upon an astonishing sky. Unlike today that was completely cloudless, it seemed to foretell today's presentation. The heavens behind the fattened sphere was pure pink and a pair of small blue clouds, the only ones in sight, tagging along - at times draping portions of the large silver-like shining ball..

August has a special feel to it, as the days and nights are warm, the sea boasts sumptuous temperatures and colour, wave after wave.
At night in different spots the fragrances from the garden's lemon trees, flowering lemon verbena bush and other flowering plants, small patches of strawberries and grapes, herbs and other green beings seep into you, as they mix with the ocean breeze from down the road,  In the still of the night the cosmos reveals itself in cloudless transparency as it sets you into a different mode of time and space, venturing past shooting stars and other things that circle within layers of circles..

To live on the southernmost tips of what some consider an apparently older continent (Europe) gives one a special and profound special sense of ''The South''. You feel it deep inside you. It's as if the closer to the earth's centre belt the more you feel the ''South'' within, regardless it being more to the North or South of where you are (which seems ironic, doesn't it?)
 I suppose it has to do with, regardless being in one or the other hemisphere - the notion of ''down there'' is indifferent to the names we give such as ''South'' or ''North''.

It is with this in mind that I approach this article, meant for an event in the ''Southern'' Hemisphere. The fact of it being in the ''Western'' Hemisphere has a different bearing. One that perhaps has to do more with what many call a ''New'' continent (apparently ''new'') in relation to what above is called an ''apparently older continent''.  In that longitudinal hemisphere the notion of North and South still remains regardless of time passing.
West and East is more of a ''Time'' thing whereas South and North is spacial to us.
Time passes equally regardless being in the N or S hemispheres.
Our blue home spins like a top, there is no difference to whom is North or South, with what we perceive as the passing of time.

In navigation, nevertheless, we know that is is precisely the longitude that we speak of  when we mention ''minutes'' as we measure space and distance from anywhere (ironic as Space seems to give us the sense of North and South, not East or West that contrary to those immediately makes me (at least) think of Time.

North and South seems beyond Time, it is indifferent to Chronos. It is ''timeless''. It is apparently ''still'' - with a touch of an eternal feeling..
Perhaps for this reason one feels ''South'' or ''North'' as I mention before.
It is one thing to chase after or away from the sun that apparently goes round.

(who indeed truly notices, at least for the most part of the time, that is is we that are spinning. The sun has a different spin to it, unapparent to our short lived existences and view, as it too circles within its spinning galaxy that also travels.. (and here Space needs Time for any measure - at least to our cognition) -  There are so many things that seem ironic or poetic, fatalistic, or marvelous.

It's as if everything were a ''pescadinha de rabo na boca''. Infinity being two ''pescadinhas de rabo na boca'' facing each other and juxtaposed (one can extrapolate endlessly to so many things - positive & negative; opposing directions or movement; the blue and red blood vessels - for blood that comes or goes; Gravity & Movement


(movement through two types: 1. centripetal, centrifugal or electro-mangetic forces / or 2. gravity itself)
though one affects or can balance the other for instnce, one capable of creating curved motion as movement though in truth both can do this - one through such as that which is created by East-West movement upon a North-South Axis in terms of our planet - for instance, the other depending on the mass of and distance between things, both creating movement that pulls, one balancing the other and controlling that pull through centripetal or centrifugal movement, which in turn seems so key in making the earth itself seem as a big magnet with its 'magnetosphere', apparently caused by an inner centripital movement in its own core...
something so tied to that which can either attract or push away through magnetism but that becomes less relevant when the distance is greater, as opposed to gravity which apparently depends on two things - mass & distance between objects.
One of the things one does see in common to all is the circular nature of movement as cause or effect, whereas one of the types is more linear in nature - inward or outward - movement toward or away ||  In the realm of circular things and movements - both linearly effecting things and each other as circles are ''drawn'' and created in movement and form, as a vast sea of circular things intertwined by apparently invisible lines - forces that move one another and with one another linearly and in circles with measures of forces of apparent differing nature - where mass and distance gives birth to movement both circular and linear, as if everything could be simplified to a compass (of multitudinous capacities in Time and Space, where any point is pinned and with a string outer circumference is made - in a multitude of possible layers. planes, ''dimentionalities'' simultaneous or of apparent separate episode   through linear view   though connected   through circular forms within Time and Space and Motion, where things of mass and distance create or condition the movement of circle and line.  


Oh my goodness, where was I... as yes, the South.. The east-west movement must've made  a vector from some corialis effect (force?), due to all this centri - petal and fugal - movement (oh good grief!!)

where...?

aaaaaaaaaaaah, yes, the globe, the blue - dynamo - spinning marble that spins round other spinning things that.. (aw, not again...)



The globe, the South (the West), the movement... August.. ah yes, the Olympics.

That's it.
I'm back.. (I think)




Among some of the things that comes to mind is there being a ''Refugee Team''. This is a feat and one of great merit especially in a time when the world seems to be in extensive turmoil on a global level, with what seems to be an attempt to put a stranglehold on nations that recently founded that recent ''counterpoint'' (The New Development Bank)  to that nifty cute gang known to us as the IMF (namely the BRICs nations). 

World banks, international strife...? I may be wrong. What do I know anyway?

It's probably just coincidental the recent upheavals in Brazil, or troubles with nation leaders that have seemed to seek any of the BRICKs in anyway  (as I think of some of our European ''Eurozone'' layers), or nations and areas next to these founders of the NDB.


Oh well, let us set politics aside, let us concentrate on The Olympic Games (aw, come on, don't laugh.... I mean it. I really do)









This is one planet.
 (It is blue like our oceans and skies, oceans and cerulean firmament that is, and that are all interconnected)
We are one people.

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I suppose one of the things that strikes me the most (and so pleasing to see happen), concerning the Olympic Games, is that the use of symbols such as flags or even team ''shirts'' is not employed or viewed with the habitual ''anti'' this or that, but quite the contrary.  People celebrating and emotive in the best sense for others from their own or other nations, moreover the increased value in there being the maximal possible number of different lands partaking in the event - an event that doesn't define sports to one single kind of sport (so limiting and shallow to do so, as we know) makes it more striking.

I will contradict somewhat what I say above as I will dedicate this post to one of the things that most moves me in terms of the games (it always has) - The marathon - but this does by no means take away the brilliance or the significance of the other athletic feats in the other sports.



Along with the pentathlon, the discus throwing, boxing, wrestling, jumping, and equestrian competition, the foot face comes from the old games.
The marathon itself as we know was something else and outside the old games, but, as it's been brought back and made a part of the modern version, due to its nature, it seems to have crowned the whole event with a special significance.

It is the spirit of that significance, that although present in all types of sport, that something seems to be epitomized in the marathon run.

It touches me deeply.


So I leave here images of athletes, of that medium, that equally and profoundly move me.




Abebe Bequila 

(can't begin to say how the man moves me, although he is no longer with us) - twice Gold - in 60 and 64, along with his world titles, barefoot or with shoes always amazing as he'd finish the event with grace and unbelievable ease (crazy how he didn't even seem tired, so unbelievable and tremendous, so powerful, so elegant, and so very graceful - in so many ways) : photo credits - LINK














Terry Fox

(my goodness, what can I possibly say.., how can one define him. I'm still speachless
He still moves me to tears. I remeber too well his final run. Not only that      the aftermath is just so... I'm speachless) : photo credits - LINK










Carlos Lopes

Well, like with Terry Fox, it has nothing to do with having a soft spot for Portugal or Canada. His going beyond so many odds.., when age is aparently indifferent, and a nation's scarce population and capablility (or perhaps will) for funding things that are not ''football'' is astonishing.
He won the first gold medal ever for his nation. There have been more since then, and titles in different sports events (judo, canoeing, jumping, sprinting, et cetera..., (and of courtse, in long distance runs or marathons),   His olympic record stood for 20 years (untill 2008)
In a land that has pride in athletes (and rightfully so, I admit), among others: the most usually mentioned being Eusébio, Luis Figo and Cristiano Ronaldo, it was Carlos Lopes that gave the nation it's first ever ''Gold'' (not football - a marathon run).

 Gracious, with uncanny humbleness yet so poweful, soft spoken, inspirational..., so many reasons he'll always be an all-time champion.
(thankfully still gracing this earth, and hopefully so for many more years)
Photo credits - LINK 










and well, of course -  Rosa Mota (of course)

- obviously not because she is a woman, it is because she is definitely in this league   -   no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
She's absolutely amazing (by any standard)!


Like the great Mr. Bequila, among other things ending her runs with apparent ease, fresh as if she could run another one.
Goodness just look at her smile!!!

















(yes, I am tempted to post achievments of the current games in things that I love to see besides the marathon, but, as they have not finished, and when the Olympics are not going on   the mind (my mind) tends to first settle on the marathon in the first moments when contemplating the games, something that moves me as previously said even beyond the games, and perhaps a reason I mention the Refugee team (with the significance of ''the marathon runner'' in mind) , so I leave it at this 

- the above example of the marathon runner for all creeds  nations or moments in time   for that which is the common denominator in all   in all the sports events and types   in all the lands that have their champions  that in turn are all our champions)

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Ok - I'll post some more, because I do so immensly enjoy other events within the Olympics -




- I leave this video clip
because it pleases me :)
(it's cute) -  and I have a soft spot for sails..


:)






(like many of us I love water events: swimming and diving  -  synchronized or not, canoeing, or involving sails.., gymnastics, sprinting, distance or relay running; team efforts such as volleyball.. basketball.. polo.. et cetera, all the jumping events - the athletes on their own. or with horses,  the 'deca- penta - tria'- thlon events, fencing, et cetera)


..... So much for the modern day Olympics.



As for the Old version of The Games,  this year it being held in Rio de Janeiro makes it so easy to post things with the other components of the original Olympics in mind:
Music,
Theatre Arts,
and Oratory (ie. philosphers, professors, great minds of math and/or the sciences, among others)



- with the host country in mind I leave some

music,
some ''poetics'' and theatre arts,
and of course with respect to philosophers/professors.. an inspirational mind (ok - let us start with this).  I can't decide between the two, that share the same last name though unrelated, so I'll leave both, for those that may be interested.







Paulo Freire




regarding - Roberto Freire:
  LINK






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(hard to choose with Hermeto, as it is hard to choose authors and/or performers from this land.
It could be him playing with others - in water, in the amazon, or his beard or a kettle..
 I'll just leave him on his own with a piano)



(and something by Egberto Gismonti, dedicated by the author to the man above, his mentor)



(and of course - a sample by the great Chico Buaque himself)



(the sound quality in the above video-clip is poor, but.. my goodness)





(and a little more of the 'so many', from a land so rich in music)










(i know he has a large bofy of work as an author and/or performer, and Brazilian but, i love this whole concert so very much, His rendition of ''Tonada de luna llena'' - a capella or from his 'Fina Stampa'' recordings is just so...., and others such as this sample therefrom is so sumptuous.

I leave it because among other things, his lovely smiling face was just as it is here, once when I was hanging upon a contraption years ago, in front of so many in an unbelievable density of a crowd in Lisbon, as I in a flash stretched to my limit - hitting a ''b'' natural, my goodness there he was, right there straight in front almost touching me - at the tip of my instrument, amazing smile that warmed me up all inside. - a beautiful and unforgetable moment)











____________ a land with so much music (and so hard to define or exemplify musically)















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And though it's hard to choose in terms of theatre arts, among the talented women and men, I simply leave António Abujamra - magnificently reciting Fernando Pessoa's ''Tabacaria''


(for anyone who would like to read the poem -  written out in an English translation
- LINK )







Why Pessoa? Well, aside from being a World poet who also wrote in other idioms other than the Portuguese language, his work has a multidute of depths..... and........

- and as is known, he was himself a large number of authors and ««pessoas»» (so to speak)
 (pessoa also meaning, as a word in Portuguese, ««person»») though he was but one man.



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 Goodnight ♥ 

Thursday, 18 August 2016

11th - International Jazz Fest on the Rhine (Jazz am Rhein 2016)

If you have the good fortune to be in the vicinity this upcoming Friday and Saturday (tomorrow Aug. 19th , and 20th), by all means don't miss this.


''trio'' - 2016 G. Almeida




Among some of the musicians you would catch are: Gregor Huebner, Arkady Shilkloper, the New Richie Beirach Trio (Richie Beirach, Regina Litvinova, Christian Scheuber) among other gifted musicians. The line-up is sumptuous and it will undoubtedly be a memorable event.






Map & event duration:









(a sample of some of the pieces in this amazing trio's repertory)





(a sample from a wonderful project, one of the Mr. Huebner's latest)








(aaaaaah, and Mr. Shilkloper)

















(a little something extra with some of the featured musicians)
































11th - International Jazz Fest on the Rhine - Event LINK





Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Bobby

Just a couple of days ago I was relistening to one of his sweet recordings, one with Sam Rivers on flute and sop. saxophone, as I sat under fragrant lemon trees on a warm summer night.
Sharing the stage, playing or writing for such a large family of gifted musicians thoughout the years..., gifted as he also was.
His leaving us was far from my mind.

I only saw him performing live once, and it was a magical moment.








(sad news)
A blessed soul.



Thank you Mr. Hutcherson.

Monday, 15 August 2016

Artigo de - Joseph Praetorius, publicado por ele a 1 de Agosto (Post language: PT)

imagem minha




Transcrevo o texto que para além de excelente, induz à reflexão:

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Influência Política da Colina Vaticana



(Joseph Praetorius)

A França de Bernanos e Claudel, de Gabriel Marcel, de Maritain, de Lubac e Chenu desapareceu. Era também a França de Villey e dos mestres de Paris II, em Direito. Era ainda a França do Cardeal Daniélou, um membro da Academia - de quem a sordidez lembra apenas que faleceu em casa de uma loira, intuindo-se que se fosse em casa de um loiro haveria menor problema - e era também a França - como esquecê-lo ? - de Teillard. E do Abbé Pierre, mais eficaz quanto ao fundamental do que qualquer organização socialista. Foi preciso que a voz dele o exigisse para terminarem os despejos no Inverno, como se fosse razoável que a propriedade de alguém pudesse valer a morte pelo frio de um indefeso.

Impressiona o vazio persistente - um legado do Papa Voitila - depois de tão espectacular reconciliação dos católicos com o pensamento filosófico e científico, que as acusações de modernismo haviam complicado em grau elevadíssimo até ao Vaticano II. Mas a este vazio sucede um outro. Inegável. A influência política da Colina Vaticana em França é completamente negligenciável. Residual. Desprezível.

Os sobressaltos do casamento homossexual fizeram regressar os católicos às ruas. Pelo protesto moral conservador. Os novos cínicos, como os romanos chamavam aos cristãos, deviam desconfiar sempre da moral conservadora, a meu modesto olhar. Podia ter havido posições inteligentes. Era preciso ter pensado no fenómeno (o que ninguém fez em tempo útil e em tal quadrante). Restou a coisa moral, parece. Mas a coisa moral não precisa do cristianismo para nada. Retire-se qualquer formalidade de presença católica e fica a coisa exactamente igual. Eles regressaram às ruas. Mas não à inteligência.E a influência política do clero em França continuará nula enquanto não ressurgir o pensamento capaz de dar mestres intelectuais às gerações a quem queira transmitir-se a respectiva herança. Não chegam comentadores.

Já em Portugal a situação é a inversa. A colina vaticana nunca aqui teve muita gente inteligente ao longo do séc. XX. Havia o Padre Manuel Antunes que como professor da Faculdade de Letras reunia auditórios apreciáveis de gente que, simplesmente, o queria ouvir e ia à Faculdade fazê-lo. (Um jesuíta, evidentemente). Havia um outro em Coimbra. E o famoso Bispo do Porto.

O resto parece-me caricatural (embora eu não seja um especialista, que não sou nem papista, nem papistólogo). Mas a vacuidade era e é tão grande que até Marcelo Rebelo de Sonsa veio armar em pároco, comentando os evangelhos do dia (um teólogo é outra coisa) e faz de beato apropriando-se de referências das escolas de oração da Ortodoxia (porque o oportunismo não tem limites) largando então aquela da oração "natural como respirar" . O Metropolita António Bloom e o Bispo Jean de Saint Dennis devem ter dado dois saltos. Relembro Mons. Kovalevsky quanto a esta exacta matéria - " tenho medo de falar com facilidade de coisas das quais não é fácil falar-se". O homem não faz, como é hábito, a menor ideia do que está a dizer.

As gentes da colina vaticana em Portugal são caricaturais. E caricatural é a sua influência social e política, assente em pequenas astúcias que vão da intriga ao folclore - compreendendo o folclore universitário - e às modinhas, compreendendo a modinha da católica, um antro de doentia conspiração contra os Direitos Fundamentais (a fábrica de Cavaco, mas também a de Pinto de Albuquerque, o juiz que quis condenar penalmente uma testemunha, em processo que não corria contra ela e escapou às consequências disciplinares - se bem percebi - sendo admitido como professor da católica).Em França, os da colina vaticana não acedem às condições mínimas da visibilidade respeitável; aqui, mantêm uma visibilidade sem respeitabilidade possível. Abram-lhes os processos (imprescritíveis) pelas práticas de pedoclastia e nada sobrará.
Portugal é uma terra completamente descristianizada, excepção feita a duas ou três estruturas protestantes de convicções sólidas e tradições respeitáveis, estruturas de entre as quais sublinho o COPIC com o qual a minha proximidade organizacional é nula, mas é credor da minha simpatia nos planos social e político... A Aliança Evangélica é, também ela, intensamente respeitável em muitas das suas organizações.
Nas organizações da colina vaticana neste território é que a respeitabilidade rareia. E aquela ostentação de túnicas de Malta e mantos do Santo Sepúlcro nas procissões das ruas da baixa de Lisboa (não têm dinheiro para as fardas, será?), traduz um folclore arcaico que poderia não ser políticamente inocente, se acaso o grotesco não o matasse à nascença.

E na selvajaria das legiões da Opus não há, politicamente falando, nada que mereça sequer o epíteto político de católico conservador. São apenas legiões de selvagens. Nem a aproximação lhes consinto.

No meio desta série de desgraças, a minha simpatia (política) por Francisco de Roma não podia ser maior. Liderar estruturas absolutamente embrutecidas, plausivelmente psicotizantes ou neurastenizantes, confiando que os jovens podem renovar tudo e tudo sarar, não é pequena coisa.Mas a minha simpatia por Francisco de Roma não me deixa esquecer a observação sábia de Jaspers: não pode chamar-se à posição de mestre aquele a quem cabe o intinerário de discípulo. Porque ninguém pode dar o que não tem.
Espero em todo o caso que consiga fazer alguma coisa com o estado em que lhe deixaram as estruturas organizacionais. Confio que nestas matérias não haja impossíveis. Aqui, por brilhante que possa ter sido o passado longínquo, o presente tem genericamente - haverá certamente gente estimável algures - o valor do lixo tóxico. Politicamente falando. Socialmente falando. Religiosamente falando. Humanamente falando. 





Tuesday, 5 July 2016

At the bottom of this post - I leave a brief interview with a Maestro (Post Language: EN)

I meant to post this yesterday, and the only reason I hadn't was due to reason's that have nothing to do with the gravity of the matter. It is no less painful than any other episode that is similar in other lands.  In fact, it's painful to recognize how often such a thing occurs in this part of the world.









Text: Video : Image
(video & image at the bottom)
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It's always a sad issue, be it in Baghdad (as now, and so often as of late),
in Istanbul (as days before at the airport), in Paris, Mumbai, Madrid, London, Boston, Brussels, Moscow and so many more places... so many..... (all so treacherously sad, in this ««new»» millennium, and the others at the onset of the same century
(millennium)
, or a few decades before, such as what happened when a democratically elected Allende was cheered by his nation with the attack (a previous 9/11 to another sad 9/11) upon that crowd, and subsequent coup d'etat by Pinochet... (so sad). as is the ongoing strife and plight in Israel and in Palestine (this is sadness, as are the others).


Blaming things on God or lack thereof, or on previous attacks from whomever (being as pointless as stepping on daisies because some ivy pricked you) is the argument of a week mind, that only enforces through the use of weapons upon the unarmed (apparently knowing full well they can win nothing any other way, so they win (or think they win) through death (so they think).
Death, that faithful companion that accompanies all the living throughout their walk upon the earth, and that shall rid us all sooner or later of what is so fleeting for all of us, killer and non-killer alike.

Some of us know the obvious (no one stays around forever, and thank God, or God's replacement, or the ''Nothingness'' for that because we all know the unbearable - which is the loss of another. To live forever would be hell itself if it existed, for one would have to witness losing all that one even likes let alone loves).
Others
(small groups, fundamentalists such as KKK, the self-proclaimed ISIL, and others similar (always so small on so many accounts and in so many ways) ... (I was saying)
- others seem to not know anything but death. Their's isn't suffice, they must take others.
More and more one sees, the less ''reason'' there is, the more violence because, well.. I suppose knowing nothing but death - gives to them the value of something that unites us all in this mortal coil and universe of those that breath (if only but for moments).

Most people (sapiens, or not) know a sentiment that is in truth death's only opposite.
Anyone who has truly felt it, towards any other, knows that it is the only thing that conquers death, and this is something that death itself can not reach.

When in grief (and the insanity grief can bring upon us, from pain) it is love, for whom is no longer in the first place that brings back the breath of life.
 IT is also, along with that, though it is suffice in itself, love for others that remain, and in some cases (when God is made out to be ''Love'') also that absolute itself when one needs to have an entity beyond themselves.

Some, or rather most of us have no time for death. Death is the state one is in most of eternity, so one goes beyond that petty commonality of state.
Some, or rather most of us go beyond that commonality of state, we love, we read, we paint and see paintings (sometimes bringing tears to our eyes from gazing upon them), we perform beauty or hear it (sometimes bringing tears to our eyes from hearing it), we breath we love.
We see the sun set and sun rise, we see ourselves in the reflections of others, and others in our reflections...

WE go so way beyond death
- that commonality of state which unites us all, killer and killed,
going beyond - beyond something so immense if one measures time (in any direction), and that only infinitely small fraction of that state (which is spent breathing) that makes all life duration  practically equal (be it of infant or the most elder of living beings) by comparison to the larger fraction - the only thing that goes beyond what is mind-boggling to conceive (eternity)


(in the balance of its mind-boggling large fraction of non-existence and infinitesimally smaller fraction of existence as it goes beyond such immensity, and in spite of it).












(something that can not be killed, though the fraction is so infinitesimally small, in the face of ... in the face of....... of eternity and its duration / size)






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(and now a small ''desabafo'')

The greed and lust for power, power over others, things addressed so wisely and so pertinently - by great minds such as Hannah Arendt and Michel Foucault, among others, all boil down to a common denominator, don't they?
It seems that a few believe that the only way they can control ''others'' is in death.
So they kill. They attain (so they think) dead bodies (they seem to suppose being able to control only after and through death? Control what? What is controlled after death?  Oh, so they propose to control the living by killing the living, and thus finally gain control...
of the living...)


What is it they think they control?




Yes, I am tired of posting things regarding such sad deeds.


(Solidarity, solidariedade, solidarité, סוֹלִידָרִיוּת , تضامن , एकजुटता ,  یکجہتی , солидарность ........ 團結 )





If what is wanted is to instill fear - at least on my behalf (and I believe on the part of many) the only thing accomplished is sadness.

We all will die sooner or later. It is pretty stupid to think that pretending to be ''whatever'', and saying it's their right to take our lives, will accomplish what apparently is so desired by whomsoever thinks themselves more than the universe (with its laws) itself.


They propose to
induce fear? Anger? Manipulation through either?





Whether it be pawns or those that move them as the little wooden specks that they are, all they do is advance a state we all, and they themselves, will eventually yield to.




Who is the owner of death and destruction?
Who would be so self-centered to believe such folly?
They may victimize, but those remembered (sorry you self-centered bastards that think you're so scary and shit) are those fallen before their time.




Brief message to whom I'm sure will not read this:

You (the pawns that say they're so full of some deranged form of god
- God? What an excuse.)
I'd laugh if the matter at hand weren't as sad as it is.
I mean really? How puny are you? You're definitely smaller than the tiniest infant struck down in Peshawar from similar cowardice, whether it was you or not. And you may take your funny little guns and bombs, and think you're real great, but you're just a tool, and so tiny in the light of what you fear and say you detest. So shoot me, see if I care.

You're royally ''f*cked'' if you're that scared of babies and unarmed people.

You say you don't care? Do you think it really matters if you do or don't?

You're just f**ked up and killing me or anyone will get you nothing, nothing but sadness;
not for you, for those you turn into heroes, nothing more.
All you do is turn them into heroes - those that scare you such that you to need to eliminate them.
You really are just dust and mere tool, i'd feel sorry for you but, for the moment, I have no space in my heart (for anger or fear, no space) but for those you turn into heroes.  Sorry.


God bless the fallen and their memory.





If God doesn't exist (and you make a fair argiement to that conclusion) I'm sure he, she or the great void will thank you for making people sad, be they from whatever nation or relgion (or non-religion) they may be.
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For the rest of us:

I leave a brief interview with a maestro

- and also an image of a cellist by me (in a humble gesture of remembrance).
























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For all the tomorrows, todays, and yesterdays
































cellist - 2001, oil on paper, G. Almeida

Friday, 24 June 2016

''Europa'' (um campeonato engraçado) championship - from what she calls the foundation of her thought as does - the rest of the West


Thought / founding tenets / founding amendments / and ''championships''.


image credits: found this here





Interesting, isn't it, so much talk of ''the West'' and ''Western Thought'' and the tenets thereof, when considering a group that calls itself a union of countries with their continent's name, and the choice of being led by entity elected - or not, is viewed?
Whether one likes or not the outcome of an election, if one deems and calls themselves to be ''democratic'' - and more than that even - how people look at and discuss things after another nation votes concerning their own matters (unless those concerned have a ''conquering'' instinct to take the land of others and rule them (over them that is), shows much of the person who speaks.

To rule over others, now there is a concept.
Recently for one or another reason I've been led to that timeless author Michel Foucault in what concerns what he so eloquently defined as Biopower.
To be master of another, of their body - individually or as a collective of bodies (of people), now there's an issue.

Another issue (though one can tie it to the other) is what he thought of as being Fascism - not the state as a definition of it's form of rule, but the seed any one individual can have (to his thought everyone can or does have) within his or her persona.

(the only difference being how one recognizes that element and thus keeps it at bay - or not)
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Let us consider a referendum (any referendum) - we all know what that is so I won't insult your intelligence by explaining it.


I have written my thought and opinion regarding this element of democratic rule (well, if we really look at it - it does mirror the form of rule of Solon's land (Solon and his famous points) .

So, we all wear the shirt that says ''Euro'', or we all wear the shirt that says ''Western Thought'', or the shirt that says ''the kangaroo-like jumping people that comb their hair backwards and hang flowers on their ears'', or ''people who wear trousers when their large frock that holds their gardening gear is in the wash'', or whatever the group within the larger group calls itself ◄

 (in this case the larger group being a group of nations that grouped themselves into a union of countries - that has long gone past the notion of being ''a larger group of peoples, that do and wear this or that, that exchange beans, milk, steaks, fish, cars and cauliflower amongst themselves'')

► and we give our opinions (yes, opinions - the fiery opinions containg bullets and blade, and other ''harsher words'', we supposedly left behind in past centuries)
regarding one of our groups within, when they wish to employ decision by the ''demos''.

(going back to what we all call the foundations of ''Western Thought'' - the kind that the Romans spread around, taken from the Hellenes, and in turn adopted and adapted by where the roads would take them, by others).


We've all become ''friends'' and decided not to shoot each other up, but it seems - more and more each day - that how we define that ''friendship'' is just that. We've decided to stop shooting each other up.





When we considered that it would be good to be ''good neighbours'' and exchange a cup of flour or sugar with a smile and more ease, we somehow forgot about the mentioned issues brought up by one of our ''thinkers'' - in this case Mr. Foucault. Of course, one must bear in mind that this specific union of ''good neighbours'' was born in Rome in the aftermath of WWII, in 1957, and Mr Foucault hadn't made his thoughts public before that date (that I'm aware of), but we've had plenty of ''thinkers'' publishing their thoughts beforehand that we could have bared in mind, and a person's literacy hasn't enough significance to make them more or less inclined to rule and be master over another (over others).

I doubt that chairman Mao Zedung, or Leopold II (the one that inspired ''A Heart of Darkness), Mussolini, Cromwell, Franco, Salazar, Nepoleon (that after being a hero became emperor), Idi AMin, Pinochet, Papa Doc or his son, or others like them were illiterate, thought and reading are but a tool - and I'm not sure if the tool makes its maker or if the maker makes the tool when considering the quest for power over others.





One thing I know is, if I wish to call myself a democratic person, and wish to live in a democratic society, regardless my not being able to vote if I think that no-one in the group of contenders are ''votable'', or voting in a person or group of persons I believe in, I must accept not ''winning''.
Another thing I know is, regardless the outcome of a referendum, being held in a ''sub-group to which I do not belong, I must respectfully (if I am in fact, as I say, ''a good neighbour'') await and accept their decision over themselves.
Whether they be Greek, British, German, French, Danes, Irish, Spaniards, Italians, or the Portuguese (though never truly inclined, it seems, to do so regarding the EU), or any other of the so called ''good neighbours'' whomever they be, I must surrender to the notion ''it's their own business'' what they do, with a referendum that is their's, and I must respect their decision, one way or another, or else I leave unchecked the will to manipulate or ''rule'' over others as the aforementioned dictators (right after the italics).

The notion of Biopower: see it, check it, and be it or be it not -

Western Thought, hmmmmmmmmmmm....
The other side of the Atlantic (North and South), hmmmmmmmmmm...
In the north - The American second amendment:
(I'll just copy my own thought and words from a day ago, on a social media network, regarding Mr. Lewis) ↕ LINK - news article (source - TIME)

(and now my mentioned words and thought)

- a great warrior, champion for the dignity of Man, as he never has rest - fighting a legislation that was written by a small minority of his nation, that in fact is made up of large groups of people - larger than that smaller group that does not mirror them, be they indigenous and precolonial or others that were unspeakably tormented, or others yet, and that for one reason or other never had a say in said legislation made in a time that has no bearing on recent centuries, a small group with a strong lobby... ►
[where blind to reason insistence on maintaining something that makes no sense - a civilian population armed against each other - where even the excuse of an atmosphere due to civil war where everyone hates each other and is thus weary of their fellow man - which is also no excuse whatsoever, as there have been civil wars more recent in other lands (Spain for example, or others in Europe - or other parts of the globe where guns in their civilian population is ''controlled'' - and that use no such excuse and have no such custom nor reckless bloodshed for the financial profit of a few) - a small group that laid down rule of law in that land, habitually persecutors of said other groups in said land, where great men and women have no rest. ]
Even neighbouring countries have a fraction of the problem and sadness created due to insistence on what those of the lobby in this case, in his nation, call freedom.
Freedom? They want to talk of freedom ? ..to this man? )
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Respect ♥ 
(he is a fine example where one actually is in fact able to have high respect for people who end up holding public office - some that for one reason or other have had to enter ''politics''.
Love him.
He is part of the beautiful side of his land.
One doesn't need to share his nationality to be uplifted, even.
♥ Respect






South of that land, Brazil, yes, one of the BRICs, those very same countries that founded that ''counterpoint'' to the IMF (founded in the aftermath of wwii, and until recently with no ''competition''), - that other world bank, the NDB, and along this train of thought - look at recent upheaval, (not to mention the hot spots concerning and/or around other BRICs nations), does this ring any bells?
Biopower.


LINK - http://guidarte.blogspot.pt/2014/03/the-ukrane-new-european-powder-keg.html





LINK - http://guidarte.blogspot.pt/2015/01/liberte-egalite-fraternite-pt-fr-en.html





LINK - http://guidarte.blogspot.pt/2015/11/apontamento-provindo-da-terceira-bola-voadora-em-torno-de-outra-bola-voadora-em-torno-de.html (written in EN, despite the title)





LINK - http://guidarte.blogspot.pt/2011/08/extremism-food-for-thought.html





LINK - http://guidarte.blogspot.pt/2015/09/europe-its-not-that-different-from.html





LINK - http://guidarte.blogspot.pt/2014/03/o-assunto-da-coadocao-votacao-e-um.html
(written in PT / artigo em Português) regarding another form of Biopower






LINK - http://guidarte.blogspot.pt/2016/03/bruxelles-et-les-evenements-en-autre.html
(language: FR/PT/EN) Similar to the other links, concerning Biopower.








(if I were to choose one among the above links, though any of them portray my personal way of looking at things, and bare some differences between themselves, I would perhaps be inclined to pick the one with a Portuguese title that is nevertheless written in English. )
photo credits:
I don't know if he's calling us silly,
or if he simply just couldn't catch his own tail - i dunno
-  image
found here







Yes, with concerns to Europe, there are many ''championships'' and, I suppose this is true with respect to other continents. It has been so throughout the ages.










Have a good, and wholesome summer, whomsoever reads my musings.
Take care. 
♥ 

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Fracking - imminent threat to the Algarve (Algarve - ameaça ambiental grave na nossa costa) EN / PT

Post languages: English / Português


Sim, já vi (ia dizer com horror, mas não, ultrapassa isso, ..com tristeza profunda, um litoral de mar, ou de lago gigante que o valha, o efeito de um derrame que seja.. 

Mesmo que se limpe, há coisas que não voltam, e coisas que mesmo que aparente estar limpo, noutro nível menos visível - devido do ocorrido, e mais a fundo - para mais com conexão a outros corpos de água, envenenando de forma lenta e dolorosa.....) - ► dizia

já vi, o efeito destas brincadeiras, mesmo apenas se ocorrer um derramezinho que seja..


Sabemos bem a importancia que o mar tem para nós e o que significa, para não falar das nossas praias e costa. 


Como sei que quem me ler dispensa a informação que dou mais abaixo em inglês, pois sobre o nosso país e sobre natureza da nossa costa, sabemos. 
Não será portanto, o que segue, uma tradução do que aqui em português digo, apenas coloco a ligação à petição, nela também estão os dois locais e respectivos horários, em Lisboa, onde ocorrerá a manifestação que está marcada para amanhã - dia 22. (frente à Assembleia da Republica / e à DGRM)
Infelizmente só tomei conhecimento agora da petição agora, há algumas horas, e por isso peço desculpa por só estar a dar este alerta neste momento, e é o último dia em que se pode assinar. 
Apenas é preciso depois confirmar a assinatura através do email (que é enviado após assinar, contendo uma ligação para tal). 

LIGAÇÂO (com petição, e informações úteis)




Agradeço quem aqui veio ler, 
e aproveito o monento para vos desejarum bom verão, com saúde e boa companhia.

Bem hajam.


image from here: LINK

(há um video desconcertante, para não dizer outra coisa, no fim deste artigo. Aliás, deixo dois. O segundo é referente a outro local, mas pertinent ao assunto. Ter em mente que na altura desse 2º video o governo, quer o federal, quer o ''provicial'' - por sufragio, mudou. Não sei como estarão os actuais a agir.) 
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This is a dangerous folly,
LINK
(please read the linked page)




We all unfortunately know all too well, the horrors that follow what is considered even a small oil spill, a tide of death.

And this particular type of oil prospecting is so foul a thing that it baffles the mind not only to be attempted, but the fact that anyone would insist on what has already (and unbelievably) been done, and at such a horrendous cost in more recent times in certain parts of the world, is truly flabbergasting.




Our coast has always been a haven for dolphins, among other animals (obviously ourselves included), and they've even returned to historic homes such as rivers such like the well known Tagus,  after a brief period when their absence was felt with sorrow.
They've fortunately never been absent (to my knowledge) from the Sado, for example.

People enjoy our beaches knowing full well that both sharks and they are safe from encountering each other for that very reason, dolphin dolphin population.



They, among other obvious fauna and sea life, are not to blame for the folly of a few, nor are the majority of us.

I know full well that whosoever reads this needs no explanation nor convincing of the need to put a stop to this.

No one needs a lecture on the environment and our planet, for the topic and the sad results therefrom are unfortunately too well known.


Please help us say no.
(and time is of the essence, unfortunately)


The petition in the above LINK closes today, June 21st
A protest will be held tomorrow, June 22nd, in Lisbon.
The following are the exact locations and timetable:
  • from 12pm untill 2 pm - Parliament Building (São Bento)
  • from 2pm untill 4:30pm - the DGRM (executive building for - the Bureau For National Resources and Maritime Service & Saftey)



We need you.


Thank you for reading,
and/or coming to Lisbon to protest this.
For those who can sign the petition - and do, bless you.
For those who can't, but wish they could - bless you too)




Wishing all a happy, safe, and as best a summer possible

















Still on the subject of ''fracking'', though in another land, the following is very pertinent to the matter at hand. 
The government of the country spoken of in this following video-clip, and LINK bellow, has changed however (both Provicial and Federal), and I do not know not how the current rulers stand on the issue.
It is a land that I love, and I was so very sad (indeed in shock) to see this happen - there.









LINK - 2012 article from this blog, where the symptoms of the deed were already present... and almost simultaneously with a mass change in legislation that  occurred as never seen before, causing shock and surprise.  

When things happen, they can happen at unbelievable speed.