Sunday, 24 April 2016

Prince ♥







(or view the video-clip on social media - LINK )



 What's wrong with the world today? 
Things just got to get better 
Show me what the leader's say 
Maybe we should write a letter

Said dear Mr. Man, we don't understand 
Why poor people keep struggling 
But you don't lend a helping hand 
Matthew 5:5 say, "The meek shall inherit the Earth" 
We gonna be down that way 
But you been trippin' since a day of your birth

Who said that to kill is a sin 
Then started every single war that your people been in? 
Who said that water is a precious commodity 
Then dropped a big, old, black oil slick in the deep blue sea?

Who told me, Mr. Man, that working round the clock 
Would buy me a big house in the hood, cigarette ads on every block? 
Who told me, Mr. Man, that I got a right to moan? 
How about this big old hole in the ozone? 

What's wrong with the world today? 
Things just got to get better 
Dear Mr. Man, we don't understand 
Maybe we should write a letter, yeah, so look

Listen, ain't no sense in voting, same song with a different name
Might not be in the back of the bus but it sure feel just the same
Ain't nothing fair about welfare, ain't no assistance in aids 
We ain't that affirmative about your actions till the people get paid

Your thousand years are up, now you gotta share the land 
Section 1, the 14th Amendment says 
"No state shall deprive any person of life 
Liberty or property, without due process of law" 
Mr. Man, we want to end this letter with three words 
We tired a-y'all

Tired, tired 
Said we're tired, we're tired 
Dear Mr. Man 
Hey, what's wrong, wrong with the present day? 
Man, just gotta get better 
Dear Mr. Man 



(Source: Prince - Dear Mr. Man Lyrics | MetroLyrics)
 





I think the happiness on Dani's face during the solo on his father's piece, says it all..
(the solo starts, roughly at 3'20'' of this clip) 




Nelson, Prince Rogers












 ( ♥ - with Miles Davis)



















Some of these clips I saw posted by friends on social media, as they too start to react...

















   


Yes, as many say - a soldier of Love
                                                        (and many other things, but they can all add up to ♥ Love)























Friday, 22 April 2016

Isabel Soveral


Isabel-Soveral-e-Sofia-Moraes-talk-about-kingdom-of-the-shores from Filipe Gill on Vimeo.







I have failed somewhat to report concerts, seminars and other activities of Isabel's, and for this I am sorry. However, in hopes to make amends, I shall leave a short list of some events, today and in the near future.

I have had the wonderful experience of being present on occasions when her music is presented, and it is truly moving.




Image: unaware of the author's name at the present moment











(very brief note, regarding the composer and some of her current activities)
LINK




Events:





If you're in the vicinity - don't miss the opportunity to hear her work. I couldn't recommend it more.
Upcoming events:



Today (the 22nd of April, 9pm - 21h00 – Museu Nacional Grão Vasco. - Viseu, Portugal)

LINK




April 28th - 9:30pm   (
21h30 - O'culto da Ajuda > Lisboa, Portugal)

LINK






May 21st - 8pm (20h -  Sala / EL MANICOMIO   -    Madrid , Spain )


LINK



Earth Day .............. ♥


(It is late as I try to settle down... At first, when I thought of writing this post, I was going to place this and just write whatever came to mind.. So I leave it just the same, before I write..
- before I write this post)













So many things can be, and have been said, as one contemplates the ''subject''.
So many pictures, sounds, objects, creatures, people (some that walk upright, yet others on all fours..)


 and all that I can think of is, ''simplify'', rejoice (or cry), and simplify...




I know it is not January but Janus comes to mind (for so many reasons).

As a coin has two sides, Time I'm not sure anymore how many, and our Home has one colour to it's rotating, spherical side (though the closer one gets, the ''One'' becomes a myriad..), one sees another picture. One simplifies, immediately..., but,
it is in the details that one finds love (and other things).


So, where is the balance between the two sides of this coin?


(sometimes I think I know, but, that is the precise moment when I'm certain I don't (each time it happens, more so.   com cada vez que a ideia se aproxima, e se afasta em simultâneo, o número e a profundidade de cada componente (motivo), que se pesa em tal sentir, aumenta. Eis a única constante, a da aumentação (que pode ser, também ela, uma em vários sentidos. Por isto com cada movimento paradoxal - (ou não paradoxal, que já nem sei se afinal não será o mais complementar)
- paradoxal e simultâneo, a sensação tem mais ''peso'' assim como se torna mais ''leve'' (será uma espécie de musculação? Não sei, e cada vez importa, estranhamente, menos o saber
).   each time more so, yes.   And there is a comfort in this) 




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Earth Day: 





I love this interview


(and I love it when he smiles)








(Now, as I look to the cosmos.....)






Image : from Nasa, in memory of Prince - LINK








Lídia, ignoramos. Somos estrangeiros 
Onde que quer que estejamos. 


Lídia, ignoramos. Somos estrangeiros 
Onde quer que moremos, tudo é alheio 
Nem fala língua nossa. 
Façamos de nós mesmos o retiro 
Onde esconder-nos, tímidos do insulto 
Do tumulto do mundo. 
Que quer o amor mais que não ser dos outros? 
Como um segredo dito nos mistérios, 
Seja sacro por nosso. 

____________________________________________

Ricardo Reis (F. Pessoa), in "Odes"
 






image credit: Link









































   ♥ 















Goodnight


Tuesday, 29 March 2016


March 29





I heard this not long ago and instantly knew I would post it this day, not only as a present that I would leave for someone extremely special to me, who can no longer receive gifts (though I leave it as such, whether he can or not. I, and others know how it would warm his soul to hear it), but because it's beauty also touches me, profoundly.


It is a sunny, warm day; the sea calls in all its blue splendour, so I shall go sit next to it.
(wishing all who should pass by this post a lovely day).

















.............. como quem deixa um presente de anos, com muita ternura e uma saudade que esmaga, fica aqui isto, tocado pelo autor original, com seus amigos - Sabemos bem como esta introdução, por exemplo, te ia fazer sorrir a alma (Carlos).





E agora sair, para ir ver o mar, neste belo dia que te viu nascer. Beijo
























(e deixo um abraço, a quem por aqui passar - Bem hajam)











Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Bruxelles, et les événements, en autre lieux par le monde, dans ces dernières temps...





























Yes, inside and outside of Europe...

(nothing more to say..)



















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


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


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


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


https://guidarte.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/520/

























My thoughts aren't important, and I'd only end up repeating what I - and many others have been saying for years now, it seems.















This past winter, Paris was attacked once again in the cowardly way we know of, and shortly after (New Year Eve)
Germany
(Cologne and other locations).

In Europe, we still have still very fresh on our minds the Madrid and London attacks that occurred not far from the treachery that occurred on another continent - in the city of Mumbai.

Now a bunch of crazy little pricks hit Bruxelles. My reaction is as before, sadness, and worry for friends and their families that reside or are in Belgium.

This and the other recent senseless cowardly deeds in other parts of the globe (Nigeria, Syria, Iraq, Russia, China, Egypt, Algeria, Chad, Somalia, Kenya, Tunisia, Turkey, Jordan, Yemen, Lebanon, Boston in the USA just came to mind, Palestine and Isreal (though stretching back one shouldn't forget), strange attempts in the Scandanavian countries, and other nations ►

.....the mass killing of babies in the city of Peshawar... little children..
(i still can't verbalize how utterly... No, can't put it in words... ..)

(the number of places is so extensive.., I know I would commit a wrong if I tried to name them all, due to my feeble memory)

► as the world (our human world) works out its stock markets, witnesses the ''coincidental'' - or not - destabilising of BRICs nations, such as Brazil,
historic moments occur (the are always good things happening too, one must always remember this..) such as the USA and Cuba going back to pre-cold war friendship, but also this mess of idiots (subsidised by who knows what) run amok and help push the world ►
 (probably as some of their ''owners'' want, and ''costumers'' ignore, for any number of reasons... Yes, idiots like these obviously have ''owners'', and thrive on trade as we all know by now, for none of them have an original thought or neuron to harbour anything but orders and a ready availability that comes naturally to any opprotunistic coward that only goes after little children, or any who are frail, or unarmed groups of people..)
► on the paths that lead us down to their level.
We all know they count on and desire it, ardently, thus their quickness to revendicate all attacks - these perhaps as much as 10 thousand fools - that desperately try to pass themselves off as representing more than one and a half billion people, which is sort of like having those other idiots - the Klu Klux Klan - trying desperately to represent all Christians

(rather full of themselves, aren't they?).

I won't even get into their taste for mediatic exposure, and the ready response on the part of much of the large media groups - that seems to always come to their aid in getting them their desired exposure, to their little minds - help them achieve their will to provoke fear in who they want,

and through both things -
boost and please their already tremendously over-inflated egos.







The fascist mind is what it is.

I mean real fascism, the kind of fascism Foucault addressed and can be found in anyone of us. When it's caught in its bud stage it's far easier to tackle, and it is a life-long chore one has with one's self, I believe, to keep it at bay.
It is such an easy path to wander into, and before one know's it, one can suddenly find themselves to be so far gone down that path that any attempt to reverse is out of reach (that is, in case one actually still retains the capacity to think. It is so easy to get so far as to not see the absurd little jail one can let oneself into)

Fascists, and fascist regimes -


............................... and cowards,

.............. cowards thinking themselves so high and mighty by murdering babies,
mutilating girls, attacking unsuspecting, defenseless, civilian crowds.. (of course they would, it's the only thing they have the courage to do, other than killing themselves - which is obviously pretty stupid. Such a creature cares for nothing, not even themselves.. Shit for brains.. ) .......


Each one of them, so in tune with any dictator that we've seen come and go..


They're the same as bloodthirsty Pinochet and his friend Kissinger who had the democratically elected Salvador Allende killed, on 9 - 11 (of 73, also on a Tuesday, which obviously in no way can excuse the heinous act of the other 9 - 11 of 2001, in New York)
the government toppled - with fighter planes shooting up the Presidential palace and defenseless crowd that was celebrating and wished to greet their newly elected President - plus the subsequent murderous regime.


They're no different than the bloodthirsty dictators that committed atrocities in Sierra Leone, or Ruanda, or Uganda's Idi Amin.

Nothing separates them from Stalin, Mussolini or Hitler (men - who murdered so many of their own land, relentlessly, psychopathically, and though perhaps in less proportion - others from other lands, as they committed their atrocities). They are the same as these, and their equally bloodthirsty - power crazed counterparts: generalíssimo Franco
(who had his friend Adolf ''take care of'' Guernica,
(Adolf was happy to comply as he could thus test the deadly capacity of his own air force)  among other horrible deeds, Franco wished and had done..) , Japanese Prime Ministers - Hideki Tojo + Koki Hirota, and Portugal's - Salazar (who like Eduard VIII of Britain, and Franco, sympathized with Adolf and his ''ideology'').

 Leopold II of Belgium - would probably make all the former ones blush, laying out a world that influenced Conrad so profoundly as he wrote his -  '' A Heart of Darkness.

We have the mass genocides of natives in both Americas (north and south)
 - and slavery

(some places even reinstituted slavery  - that had been previously prohibitted, in their lands) ....... ,
► and we have Pol Pot with his Khmer Rouge. He and Chairman Mao Tsé-Tung are prime examples as any others, and there's Papa Doc, the former Apartheid regime in South Africa, Britain's Cromwell years, and many other examples..

Yes, Foucault was so insightful when he spoke or wrote on the subject of fascism.





























My heart goes out to those in Belgium, and to those who have suffered senseless attacks in other lands these years.











Monday, 21 March 2016

Fugue day - (with florid counterpoint of a different species)

Ink on paper, Guida Almeida - 03 / 2016




photo: G. Almeida








Almond Tree Blossoms - Vincent Van Gogh,  oil on canvas,1890










Hapi's sibling - iseetheriverbeforeme - Flowing in Prayer form : originally written early April 2013, by G. Almeida (aka - Maria MFA Costa),

is a ''fugued '' poem  
 for better reading -please click on the image to zoom in 









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ink on paper, 42cm x 33,5cm, G.Almeida, 03 / 2016








Two Cut Sunflowers - Van Gogh, oil on canvas, 1887




mixed media on paper, 33,5cm x 42cm, G. Almeida, 03 / 2016

















I have a ''Vincent Bach''  instument - this Spring post seemed to ''write'' itself.


   Bach is a four letter word, as is the word in Portuguese for fugue. As it happens, in Portuguese - fugue, has another meaning. It means ''an escape'', or ''to run'', as well.
So, I'll just leave this post here and make a «fuga», go ouside and smell some flowers while I can.

I hope you have a lovely Spring.


















Friday, 11 March 2016

There is an eternity in each moment, each moment infinite, and joy - springing from one infinite to another... (Naná)

How could I not write something about Naná?



The sun shines brightly for some;
for some each ray dances upon their soul
in a rich myriad of tones and hues
- so warmly kissing the outer shell that all clouds,

skin, and sinew bear no barrier.
 It seeps in, and right back out

- in it's rebound, beautifully tempered

(perfectly natural for life's gourmets)

- warming,  increasing the flow in others.

The individual's personal sun
does the same unto the rest.

It shines, dances it's way through all barriers,
No care of dimension, size or span -
it acts, plays, touches, braves through it all
as if it were nothing, as a frolicking butterfly in the wind, above flowers
of all sizes, strengths, and colours
-  in this blue garden of delights (terrible and beautiful, of sorrow and love).

When your personal sun shines upon others
you understand the universe a little better..






It is the sharing that bursts any bubble
that devides any thing
person
or time.

This is one of the beauties of music, and of being












To Naná Vasconcelos










(beautiful soul)
























(photo: a Philips record cover, ''Amazonas")

Tuesday, 8 March 2016

Nikolaus Harnoncourt............

I only found out now.

What can I say?

I've been a fan of his work for so long, way before even considering the internet era's existence.
(so very long....)


















Oh dear, What indeed can I say?








(Thank you, Nikolaus Harnoncourt. Thank you so much. For now, this is what I can say)

































Friday, 4 March 2016

To smell the humidity of lemons on a blue backdrop with the temperature changing as line and circle meet or don't meet (remembering Kandinsky)






How could one not instantly understand Kandinsky's conclusions, even when first looking at the exercizes proposed to find them (and before they are given)?

Your mind instantly perceives where they will lead, and yet the feeling of arriving at his expected conclusion is as happy an event as if one had no idea of what they would show before hand.
The mind's eye is a powerful thing, so powerful that it invokes the other senses (equally powerful, yet they be not as obvious to some, as such. They are, nevertheless, any less - tools of perception, invoking thought, emotion, memory, and the 'sense of existence'. When any of the other senses invoke sight as well as the others, the ''path'' becomes richer.


Years may go by, but each time you think of this, the reason one recalls such things (an image, a sound, the touch of a loved one's hand, the temperature and hue of light as it falls upon one's skin, and other things) becomes more vivid it seems, which is odd, as it always seems vivid.










The difference in smell of the humidity in the air - and how it affects everything around you at the moment, for instance, is such a powerful thing that it instantly brings an avalanche of thought, emotion, perception, depth of ''understanding'' and richness in *recollection (*the triggers of recollection) - so instantaneous we barely notice which sense is first hit when perceiving what we perceive, and usually don't realize that it is what awakens all senses, as said avalanche of information ''comes in'', and assume it was another sense triggering things..
Of all the senses, it is perhaps the most instinctive, and instantaneous (as one suspects), so instantaneous we take it for granted and assume our thoughts, feelings and perception of what is ''viewed'' to stem from what is seen, touched or heard.

The only thing I imagine to be so powerful and fast, is the sense of touch - but that sense is also so powerful, we tend to take it for granted, almost as much, as it is so intrinsically tied to what we sense with our mind's ''nose''.
The temperature of light, for example, upon one's skin, instantly helps processes the ''smell'' of what we sense... ; the humidity, hue, type of sound, all going straight to our ''data banks'' - so as to perceive things. It is truly powerful, no doubt behind what we call ''chemistry'' behind the ''connection'' between beings, or even things - when appraising one's environment. Instantly in our ''gut'' we feel if things are ''right'' or ''wrong'', attraction or repulsion, worry, delight, desire, and so many other things we attribute to ''instinct'', or call  - ''chemistry''.









Ever wonder how, even before touching a loved one, for instance, we perceive something is ''off'' or ''wrong'', because of colour or sound..., but certain we become when we touch them (more freely sensing temperature and change in ''smell'') ?



(I'm terrible, as soon as I think of writing what I just wrote about ''smell'', a wisecracker side to me (we all have one in us, I suppose) comes seething in, with a will to make a number of remarks in jest, to taunt me, but I shall try to downsize my silly side, because I was thinking not in jest (but sometimes it is hard, oh so hard)..)



We sense they've been outdoors, moving around in a garden, or in streets with a musty - fumy, cold or warm environment, no matter how ''camouflaged'' their own ''smell'' is, which is always present, even after a bath and cologne - for the fragrances act upon that loved one, distinctly from others. This may be obvious to us but, let us think of a doctor, at the turn of the century (19th to 20th), for instance. He or she would ''look'', ''listen'', and while doing both, would be in tune with the person's breath, eye colour (if a recurring visit, to see if it ''adds up''), posture, and process many things as their visitor simply said ''Hello Doc''.  The more in tune with their senses, the better the doctor, no matter what technology was available to ''measure'' things. To this day, I doubt such a thing is different, whether said doctor is more amiable, talkative, or not (just as before).












Now how on earth did I get from Kandinsky to smelling the area behind the ear, of a loved one?

Ah yes, colours, lines, circles, things touching or not, et cetera...
(and perception.................,
                              emotion and thought)












A sense I had not mentioned yet,  powerful as the others, and as intrinsically tied to''touch'' and  ''smell'', is ''taste''.
All I wish to say with respect to that (so as to not run long on the subject) is,
let us think of our thought and  emotion when kissing a loved one's neck, back, behind the ear......

We also know how dangerous it can be to ''pollute'' the sense of taste. Spoiled food or toxic venoms can be polluted to such an extent that one's perception can be rendered ''defenseless'', and led to consume them.
One may never want to be in want of a bath, and a trash bin that has been peed upon by a beloved pet is not a pleasant thing to smell, hear or see being made ,
 (as it shouldn't be. It makes ''sense'' that it is not)
                  (let's leave ''taste'' and ''touch'' out of this one, shall we? Tee-hee-hee... Sorry, it is ever so hard not to get silly, sometimes ) -

- but we also mustn't forget that ''camouflaging'' or artificially altering things (in the individual, or collective ''sense'') can be just as dangerous as it can be useful.
(Personally, I prefer a lack of it, but I suppose it is legitimate in some cases (for an individual) - in terms of survival, for instance, which is something that I thankfully haven't experienced nor wish to, nor most of those that I am close to, with the obvious exceptions of those who experienced war, or other similar troubles)





 I suppose in today's world, full of things that alter what is around us, baffling instinct that took centuries (no, not centuries, many millenniums) to develop,  
(probably somehow transmitted in our DNA, over time, so profound is the impact of perceiving ''reality'' over so many eras of time. When I say ''our'' I mean all living things) , that ''pollution'' in sound, sight, smell... 
(harder to confuse the ''inherit'' mind with the sense of touch)
(perhaps the reason we find what we call ''chemistry'' between people, or other beings, is ever so powerful - when one senses it. It is the hardest sense to ''pollute'') 

has led us, somewhat, as a **friend** of mine says, wisely - to some of the insanity in the world 
(collectively, sometimes individually - for our senses confound us) ,
and also, on the other hand,  for some of us to increasingly give value to what many  call ''chemistry'' -  which can only truly be sensed by physical and ''real'' presence, where one ''looks'' and ''hears'', with all senses  active.  
  (when I use the term ''pollute'', I mean in both ways, what one calls *good or *bad.  I mean it in the sense of camouflage, or alteration by ''artificial'' means, be in done inadvertently - or not).This is rather ironic, in an age of social media and cyberspace.










How did I get from Kandinsky to eating melons that have been modified so as to taste like sardines (or pickles, or whatever..),
......Lucretia Borja's operatic persona's ring...,
....my dog,
.............or kissing a loved one's neck ...............or a loved one kissing our's
?







Where was I.......?


Ah yes, colours, lines, circles, things touching or not, and so forth..








On perceiving the state of recovery in a parent (weaned off medication that altered them enough to commence their recovery) as they were asked to draw, a parent that saved my silly little life when my body went haywire one day, upon receiving news of a loved one..

.............ah yes, we are in March, the lemons are like tiny little suns, dangling against a bright, ever so beautiful blue sky..........
... aaaaaaaaaah, yes - ...............Kandinsky....






photograph - 03/03/2916, G. Almeida


















































(sentences with no End........... 






- and even with no beginning, come to think of it, 

............but it must be there............, it must be someWhere or Time, ...........somewhere.........)
India Ink on paper, 30cm x 42cm, 2015 - Guida Almeida
''O nascimento do 10'' exercize #3 































































Goodnight ♥

















(I look at the first image, with its yellows, its blues, its lines and shapes, plus whatever is ''in between'', and I sense the smell of the fragrant leaves, the fruit in the sun, the tempertaure of everything as light deflects or hits, and the air. I'm feeling it right now as I look. 
I now perceive the delicate but powerful strength of a leaf close to the top of the image, not yet able to touch the edge of the rectangle we see, trying to climb. 

Lower, close to the middle and somewhat to the left is a twig that is trying to touch another leaf, it is so close that it is even more powerful than the action above.

Goodnight, once again)