Boas notícias: em S. Tomé e Príncipe, o candidato derrotado aceitou os resultados das eleições e felicitou o vencedor.
Más notícias: em Timor-Leste, segundo a Lusa, o Conselho de Estado "autorizou" (!) o Presidente da República a prorrogar o estado de emergência.
segunda-feira, julho 31, 2006
domingo, julho 30, 2006
Despoletar?
Sim, despoletar. Sempre despoletar. Tudo menos desencadear. E assim se diz que uma língua está viva. Viva estará, mas a parecer um mutante esverdeado de filme de série B.
sábado, julho 29, 2006
Aleph
Num dos dias da vaga de calor que há algumas semanas ocorreu em Portugal (a "maior" desde há várias décadas, segundo os meteorologistas), sentei-me, no autocarro com ar condicionado, no último lugar vago. Ao meu lado, uma senhora de aspecto cuidado, com um rosto rendilhado com rugas. Daquelas que fazem lembrar um solo após longa seca ou uma ribanceira desprotegida depois de uma chuva forte. Talvez uma nonagenária, pensei. Sobre a cabeça, uma coroa branca de cãs. Virou-se para mim e começou a falar com a pronúncia açucarada do português do Brasil. Que nunca tinha sentido um calor assim. Nem mesmo durante os vinte e cinco anos em África. Olhei para ela. Estava ali condensada a memória de três continentes e de muitas décadas do século XX. Digam-me: não vos apeteceria também convidá-la para um lanche numa casa de chá (ou de gelados, dadas as circunstâncias!) e dizer-lhe "agora, conte-me tudo"?
sexta-feira, julho 28, 2006
Os jornalistas sabem do que falam?
Pérolas de hoje:
1. "Si-Dom", ouvido como nome da antiga cidade fenícia (a lembrar a "Dilí" timorense);
2. "relógio de Sol", designando um disco sem gnómon;
3. a notícia da existência de um (1) centro de saúde num prédio de habitação, a que os doentes têm de aceder subindo vários lanços de escadas.
1. "Si-Dom", ouvido como nome da antiga cidade fenícia (a lembrar a "Dilí" timorense);
2. "relógio de Sol", designando um disco sem gnómon;
3. a notícia da existência de um (1) centro de saúde num prédio de habitação, a que os doentes têm de aceder subindo vários lanços de escadas.
Away with war itself!
Song of the exposition
7
Away with themes of war! away with war itself!
Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of
blacken'd, mutilated corpses!
That hell unpent and raid of blood, fit for wild tigers or for
lop-tongued wolves, not reasoning men,
And in its stead speed industry's campaigns,
With thy undaunted armies, engineering,
Thy pennants labor, loosen'd to the breeze,
Thy bugles sounding loud and clear.
Away with old romance!
Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts,
Away with love-verses sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of
idlers,
Fitted for only banquets of the night where dancers to late music
slide,
The unhealthy pleasures, extravagant dissipations of the few,
With perfumes, heat and wine, beneath the dazzling chandeliers.
To you ye reverent sane sisters,
I raise a voice for far superber themes for poets and for art,
To exalt the present and the real,
To teach the average man the glory of his daily walk and trade,
To sing in songs how exercise and chemical life are never to be
baffled,
To manual work for each and all, to plough, hoe, dig,
To plant and tend the tree, the berry, vegetables, flowers,
For every man to see to it that he really do something, for every
woman too;
To use the hammer and the saw, (rip, or cross-cut,)
To cultivate a turn for carpentering, plastering, painting,
To work as tailor, tailoress, nurse, hostler, porter,
To invent a little, something ingenious, to aid the washing,
cooking, cleaning,
And hold it no disgrace to take a hand at them themselves.
I say I bring thee Muse to-day and here,
All occupations, duties broad and close,
Toil, healthy toil and sweat, endless, without cessation,
The old, old practical burdens, interests, joys,
The family, parentage, childhood, husband and wife,
The house-comforts, the house itself and all its belongings,
Food and its preservation, chemistry applied to it,
Whatever forms the average, strong, complete, sweet-blooded man or
woman, the perfect longeve personality,
And helps its present life to health and happiness, and shapes its
soul,
For the eternal real life to come.
With latest connections, works, the inter-transportation of the
world,
Steam-power, the great express lines, gas, petroleum,
These triumphs of our time, the Atlantic's delicate cable,
The Pacific railroad, the Suez canal, the Mont Cenis and Gothard and
Hoosac tunnels, the Brooklyn bridge,
This earth all spann'd with iron rails, with lines of steamships
threading in every sea,
Our own rondure, the current globe I bring.
(Walt Whitman)
7
Away with themes of war! away with war itself!
Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of
blacken'd, mutilated corpses!
That hell unpent and raid of blood, fit for wild tigers or for
lop-tongued wolves, not reasoning men,
And in its stead speed industry's campaigns,
With thy undaunted armies, engineering,
Thy pennants labor, loosen'd to the breeze,
Thy bugles sounding loud and clear.
Away with old romance!
Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts,
Away with love-verses sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of
idlers,
Fitted for only banquets of the night where dancers to late music
slide,
The unhealthy pleasures, extravagant dissipations of the few,
With perfumes, heat and wine, beneath the dazzling chandeliers.
To you ye reverent sane sisters,
I raise a voice for far superber themes for poets and for art,
To exalt the present and the real,
To teach the average man the glory of his daily walk and trade,
To sing in songs how exercise and chemical life are never to be
baffled,
To manual work for each and all, to plough, hoe, dig,
To plant and tend the tree, the berry, vegetables, flowers,
For every man to see to it that he really do something, for every
woman too;
To use the hammer and the saw, (rip, or cross-cut,)
To cultivate a turn for carpentering, plastering, painting,
To work as tailor, tailoress, nurse, hostler, porter,
To invent a little, something ingenious, to aid the washing,
cooking, cleaning,
And hold it no disgrace to take a hand at them themselves.
I say I bring thee Muse to-day and here,
All occupations, duties broad and close,
Toil, healthy toil and sweat, endless, without cessation,
The old, old practical burdens, interests, joys,
The family, parentage, childhood, husband and wife,
The house-comforts, the house itself and all its belongings,
Food and its preservation, chemistry applied to it,
Whatever forms the average, strong, complete, sweet-blooded man or
woman, the perfect longeve personality,
And helps its present life to health and happiness, and shapes its
soul,
For the eternal real life to come.
With latest connections, works, the inter-transportation of the
world,
Steam-power, the great express lines, gas, petroleum,
These triumphs of our time, the Atlantic's delicate cable,
The Pacific railroad, the Suez canal, the Mont Cenis and Gothard and
Hoosac tunnels, the Brooklyn bridge,
This earth all spann'd with iron rails, with lines of steamships
threading in every sea,
Our own rondure, the current globe I bring.
(Walt Whitman)
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