Tuesday 23 July 2013

Song of the Open Road

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.
 
Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate person, are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,

The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,
They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,
None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.
 
(...)
The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.
 
(...)
Here is the test of wisdom,
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.

Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,
They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.
 
(...)
Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.
Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come forth!
You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though it has been built for you.
Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen!
It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it.
 
- Walt Whitman

insónias




India Song, Marguerite Duras

Tuesday 16 July 2013

Film

O 21º Curtas Vila do Conde propõe um programa ambicioso – intitulado “Film” – que combinará uma exposição com um programa de cinema. Este programa pretende refletir sobre a condição do cinema e a presença física da película enquanto matéria prima para a expressão artística em plena era digital.
 
artigo sobre a exposição aqui

John Cassavetes: Criminal Minded

Cassavetes stole film critic Pauline Kael's sweater after she publicly bad-mouthed his film Shadows.
 
peripécias do Cassavetes aqui

Saturday 13 July 2013

Nessas décadas finais do século XX, em que o cinema se carregou de barulho e fúria para não dizer nada, o cinema de Kiarostami é o exemplo supremo de como basta olhar bem para dizer tudo. Entre uma manhã e outra manhã, entre uma aldeia e outra aldeia, entre uma casa e outra casa, entre um amigo e o amigo. Como disse um poeta português basta "uma mão cheia de nada e outra de coisa nenhuma".
João Bénard da Costa

those crazy fools



I believe you must be madly in love with cinema to create films. You also need a huge cinematica baggage.

- Jean-Pierre Melville

Kieslowski analisa uma cena do filme Bleu
ou
a importância de um estúpido cubo de açúcar