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sexta-feira, 2 de março de 2018

Slow Thought

In championing ‘slowness in human relations’, the Slow Movement appears conservative, while constructively calling for valuing local cultures, whether in food and agriculture, or in preserving slower, more biological rhythms against the ever-faster, digital and mechanically measured pace of the technocratic society that Neil Postman in 1992 called technopoly, where ‘the rate of change increases’ and technology reigns. Yet, it is preservative rather than conservative, acting as a foil against predatory multinationals in the food industry that undermine local artisans of culture, from agriculture to architecture. In its fidelity to our basic needs, above all ‘the need to belong’ locally, the Slow Movement founds a kind of contemporary commune in each locale – a convivium – responding to its time and place, while spreading organically as communities assert their particular needs for belonging and continuity against the onslaught of faceless government bureaucracy and multinational interests. 
In the tradition of the Slow Movement, I hereby declare my manifesto for ‘Slow Thought’. This is the first step toward a psychiatry of the event, based on the French philosopher Alain Badiou’s central notion of the event, a new foundation for ontology – how we think of being or existence. An event is an unpredictable break in our everyday worlds that opens new possibilities. The three conditions for an event are: that something happens to us (by pure accident, no destiny, no determinism), that we name what happens, and that we remain faithful to it. In Badiou’s philosophy, we become subjects through the event. By naming it and maintaining fidelity to the event, the subject emerges as a subject to its truth. ‘Being there,’ as traditional phenomenology would have it, is not enough. My proposal for ‘evental psychiatry’, how we get stuck in our everyday worlds, and what makes change and new things possible for us. 

Um manifesto contra o hamburger que há no facilitismo, na motivação e na fast aprendizagem do ipad e outras papas que dão aos meninos para que eles sosseguem e não dêem trabalho a educar.


domingo, 15 de setembro de 2013

Coisas que caíram em desuso - 9


Alfred Stieglitz & Georgia O'Keeffe, 10-VII-1929,
Yale Collection of American Literature, Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscritpt Library

Amores assim: Alfred Stieglitz attached this photograph to a letter for Georgia O'Keeffe, dated July 10, 1929. Below the photograph he wrote, "I have destroyed 300 prints to-day. And much more literature. I haven't the heart to destroy this..."

terça-feira, 23 de julho de 2013

Gente gira - 14



Cecil Beaton. Teresa Jungman, 1941.
She was known as Teresa "Baby" Jungman, a beauty among the bohemian "bright young things" of 1920s English society, whose high-class hedonism inspired Evelyn Waugh to write Vile Bodies. She was also the unrequited love of Waugh's life, and the recipient of a huge number of letters from the author which, seven years after her death at the age of 102, are finally to be published.(...)

Jungman was the younger of two sisters for whom life was one prolonged party, with treasure hunts and pranks, that delighted the gossip diarists of the day. On one notorious occasion she posed as a Russian émigrée, telling a distinguished general and his wife that she would never forget the night she spent with him in Paris. When the general insisted that his only night in the French capital had been during the war, Jungman replied: "That was the night."

The Jungman girls posed regularly for celebrated society photographer Cecil Beaton, who was struck by Baby's "Devonshire cream pallor and limpid mauve eyes", along with "her hair, spun of the flimsiest canary-bird silkiness", which she would throw back "with a beguiling shrug of the head".

Her father was an Anglo-Dutch artist who married into a devout Catholic Birmingham family. After her parents' divorce, Jungman's mother married into the Guinness family.

Baby's wealth and beauty ensured a string of admirers, including the seventh Earl of Longford, who noted her devout Catholic faith, likening her to "a very friendly and fascinating nun". But her faith would have made any romantic interest in Waugh impossible, since as a divorcé he was ineligible for marriage in the church. In Brideshead Revisited, a similar obstacle prevents Lady Julia Flyte, of the aristocratic, Catholic Marchmain family, from marrying Charles Ryder. Jungman rejected Waugh's advances, but they remained friends.(...)

Alexander Waugh, who describes himself as an obsessive researcher, acknowledged that his family name probably influenced Jungman's decision to offer him his grandfather's most private letters. He said: "She appears in the Evelyn Waugh biographies, but not nearly as importantly as she should do because she refused to be interviewed. I interviewed her. It was the first time she'd ever talked about Evelyn Waugh.

"I was about to ask her, 'You don't by any chance …' She interrupted: '…have any letters?' I said, 'Yes, I was going to ask that.' She said, 'My bedroom next door. There's a basket.' There was a huge hoard of letters that had never been seen before – very interesting, intimate letters."

He added: "The tragic thing is she never really loved him. He loved her and wanted it to go further. She always held him at a distance. I [asked] 'why didn't you marry [him]?' She just said: 'Not exactly my type.' It was between the breakdown of his first marriage and his second marriage, to my grandmother."(...)

The letters date primarily from the early 1930s. In 1932 Waugh wrote to Jungman as he set sail for British Guiana: "My Darling Tess, Thank you so much for coming to see me off … Just feeling so low-spirited. I could have cried at any moment. I wanted very much to kiss you goodbye."

The following year he proposed to Jungman, only to be rejected. His grandson said Waugh was so depressed he fled to Morocco, where he wrote another classic, A Handful of Dust, a savage depiction of amorality.(...)

Daqui.

terça-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2013

Sítios fora do mapa - 6


Mia Farrow and Frank Sinatra leaving Truman Capote's masquerade ball, 1966.  
"Even though Truman Capote's masquerade was the hottest ticket in 1966, at the advice of Evie Backer, Truman purposely made the decor at his event as understated as possible - no elaborate centerpieces or ice sculptures. The eye candy at his event would be the guests themselves. As his guest of honor, he chose Kay Graham, who had been the publisher of the Washington Post since her husband's suicide three years earlier. This was very much to the surprise of New York society: Kay wasn't deeply entrenched in their ranks and rarely wore makeup or got gussied up... which was exactly why Truman chose her. He spent months and months perfecting his guest list - only 500 people would be invited and he wanted a mix of people more interesting than just the usual suspects. When the coveted invitations were finally sent, they included requests that everyone wear masks and ladies carry fans. Most people complied with the mask requirement (Andy Warhol was a noted holdout) but a lot of women dispensed with the fans - it was too hard to carry a mask and a fan at the same time."

sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2013

My generation

1. There are generations, and cities, and peoples,
Sad and old –
That left us no great masterworks,
But - a few pots!

2. In a museum a lady stands with a parasol
Before such a pot;
While in Sicily (even though Polish!...) she doesn’t know
Upon whom she treads!...

3. When peoples – you’ve no pity about their fate
In epoch’s chasms –
Vanish –
like the butler who serves the plate
To the esteemed Madame.

- Day 3, year 1869.

 Cyprian Norwid, Poems

quinta-feira, 26 de julho de 2012

Saudades de casa


Madère, Varvara (1955)

Uma pessoa sabe que tem saudades de casa quando, deparando-se com uma fotografia de um lugar recôndito da ilha há sessenta anos, o ímpeto de a colocar aqui e convocar o lugar da infância é maior do que todos os paralelos impossíveis de estabelecer com a geografia pessoal. 

sábado, 9 de junho de 2012

Moi non plus.

Je Ne Veux Pas Travailler

Ma chambre a la forme d'une cage
Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre
Les chasseurs à ma porte
Comme des petits soldats
Qui veulent me prendre

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement oublier
Et puis je fume

Déjà j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour
Un millions de roses
N'embaumeraient pas autant
Maintenant une seule fleur
Dans mes entourages
Me rend malade

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement oublier
Et puis je fume

Je ne suis pas fière de ça
Vie qui veut me tuer
C'est magnifique
Etre sympathique
Mais je ne le connais jamais

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement oublier
Et puis je fume

Je ne suis pas fière de ça
Vie qui veut me tuer
C'est magnifique
Etre sympathique
Mais je ne le connais jamais

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement oublier
Et puis je fume