Δευτέρα 30 Αυγούστου 2010
Σάββατο 28 Αυγούστου 2010
Eugénio de Andrade-Palavras que do escuro chamam
Havia
uma palavra
no escuro.
Minúscula.Ignorada.
Martelava no escuro.
Martelava
no chão da água.
Do fundo do tempo,
martelava.
contra o muro.
Uma palavra.
No escuro.
Que me chamava.
uma palavra
no escuro.
Minúscula.Ignorada.
Martelava no escuro.
Martelava
no chão da água.
Do fundo do tempo,
martelava.
contra o muro.
Uma palavra.
No escuro.
Que me chamava.
Τρίτη 24 Αυγούστου 2010
da idade do vapor Augusto Rodrigues dos Anjos
Para iludir minha desgraça, estudo.
Intimamente sei que não me iludo.
Para onde vou (o mundo inteiro o nota)
Nos meus olhares fúnebres, carrego
A indiferença estúpida de um cego
E o ar indolente de um chinês idiota
A passagem dos séculos me assombra.
Para onde irá correndo minha sombra
Nesse cavalo de eletricidade?
Caminho, e a mim pergunto, na vertigem:
— Quem sou? Para onde vou? Qual minha origem?
E parece-me um sonho a realidade.
Em vão com o grito do meu peito impreco
Dos brados meus ouvindo apenas o eco,
Eu torço os braços numa angústia douda
E muita vez, à meia-noite, rio
Sinistramente, vendo o verme frio
Que há de comer a minha carne toda
É a Morte — esta carnívora assanhada—
Serpente má de língua envenenada
Que tudo que acha no caminho, come...
Intimamente sei que não me iludo.
Para onde vou (o mundo inteiro o nota)
Nos meus olhares fúnebres, carrego
A indiferença estúpida de um cego
E o ar indolente de um chinês idiota
A passagem dos séculos me assombra.
Para onde irá correndo minha sombra
Nesse cavalo de eletricidade?
Caminho, e a mim pergunto, na vertigem:
— Quem sou? Para onde vou? Qual minha origem?
E parece-me um sonho a realidade.
Em vão com o grito do meu peito impreco
Dos brados meus ouvindo apenas o eco,
Eu torço os braços numa angústia douda
E muita vez, à meia-noite, rio
Sinistramente, vendo o verme frio
Que há de comer a minha carne toda
É a Morte — esta carnívora assanhada—
Serpente má de língua envenenada
Que tudo que acha no caminho, come...
Τετάρτη 18 Αυγούστου 2010
Le tango Português-Da surdez dos letrados e iletrados
Treta extra, escrever escrevam vocês suas alimárias
Está aqui tudo é só saber ouvir
Eu infelizmente sou surdo
Está aqui tudo é só saber ouvir
Eu infelizmente sou surdo
Δευτέρα 16 Αυγούστου 2010
Κυριακή 15 Αυγούστου 2010
The doors of perception
The book describes and comments Huxley's first encounter with the drug mescalin. What fascinates me most about it are Huxley's theories about perceptional filters, that our brain has been developed to filter away perceptions that contradict "common sense".
According to Huxley, mescalin reduces the functionality of those filters, thereby allowing the taker to have experiences beyond "common" perception.
When on mescalin, Huxley can sit and watch ordinary everyday things and be amazed by their importance and how they are full of meaning. He writes:
A bunch of flowers shining with their own inner light. Those folds - what a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his own creation - the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence.
A couple of years after , Huxley writes the follow-up, ”Heaven and hell”. This book is more of an essay about different ways to reach into the hidden areas of perception, to open the doors, and how it is being done in different cultures
it showed that power lay in the ability to make other people accept your view of the world, and that this uniformity of perception killed the human spirit.
One path around perceptional conformity, Huxley noticed, was through mystical or religious states of mind.
His book The Perennial Philosophy had picked out the common threads in the world's religions, quoting at length from the various saints and mystics that had taken human consciousness to another level.
One of these was English visionary William Blake, who had written, "If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite
According to Huxley, mescalin reduces the functionality of those filters, thereby allowing the taker to have experiences beyond "common" perception.
When on mescalin, Huxley can sit and watch ordinary everyday things and be amazed by their importance and how they are full of meaning. He writes:
A bunch of flowers shining with their own inner light. Those folds - what a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his own creation - the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence.
A couple of years after , Huxley writes the follow-up, ”Heaven and hell”. This book is more of an essay about different ways to reach into the hidden areas of perception, to open the doors, and how it is being done in different cultures
it showed that power lay in the ability to make other people accept your view of the world, and that this uniformity of perception killed the human spirit.
One path around perceptional conformity, Huxley noticed, was through mystical or religious states of mind.
His book The Perennial Philosophy had picked out the common threads in the world's religions, quoting at length from the various saints and mystics that had taken human consciousness to another level.
One of these was English visionary William Blake, who had written, "If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite
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