<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710</id><updated>2009-12-08T15:25:08.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caquis Caídos</title><subtitle type='html'>caseiras</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-3199857947220849616</id><published>2009-12-07T08:06:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:49:09.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>A estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sx0aoA6jsTI/AAAAAAAAC-s/tZvLQQ2Ot4U/s1600-h/The+Road++movie+by+John+Hillcoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sx0aoA6jsTI/AAAAAAAAC-s/tZvLQQ2Ot4U/s400/The+Road++movie+by+John+Hillcoat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412511601911902514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisti ontem à adaptação para o cinema do livro homônimo de Cormac McCarthy, &lt;i&gt;The Road.&lt;/i&gt; No Brasil, pelo que li, o filme de John Hillcoat estreia em fevereiro.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A comparação livro-filme é inevitável, ainda mais porque traduzi &lt;i&gt;The Road&lt;/i&gt; para a ed. Objetiva e o livro ocupou horas da minha vida cotidiana durante alguns meses. Mas não só por isso. O filme é extrema e assumidamente fiel ao romance. É quase que um tributo. Porém, e talvez por isso mesmo, deixa um pouco a desejar: é mais um trabalho bem feito do que um grande filme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E poderia ser um grande filme: Viggo Mortensen é de uma sensibilidade e de uma dedicação integrais ao vestir a máscara do pai sem nome que vagueia por uma estrada pós-apocalíptica junto com o filho, ambos famintos, apavorados, desesperançados. A aparição de Robert Duvall como o velho cego que encontram no caminho é iluminada. As aparições da mulher (Charlize Theron) na memória do pai errante são pontuais e acertadas, nunca exageram, e são o contraponto feliz e colorido à desesperança cinzenta de um mundo em que o homem virou definitivamente o lobo do homem.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O livro de Cormac McCarthy (comparando de novo...) é terrível em sua frieza lacônica. E vai fundo justamente por isso. O filme, preso ao livro, não consegue obter o mesmo resultado. Parece que alguma coisa falta. Sou só fã de cinema, e não crítica, mas queria que o filme tivesse me dado uma chave de pescoço, como o livro deu. Gostei, apenas. Parece pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-3199857947220849616?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3199857947220849616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=3199857947220849616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/3199857947220849616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/3199857947220849616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/12/estrada.html' title='A estrada'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sx0aoA6jsTI/AAAAAAAAC-s/tZvLQQ2Ot4U/s72-c/The+Road++movie+by+John+Hillcoat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-4283392637084934688</id><published>2009-12-05T09:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:47:07.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Poesia sábado: Ricardo Rizzo</title><content type='html'>CORPO DE CRISTO&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O corpo de Cristo dorme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mecânico e opaco, nas salinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos estaleiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se espalha nas pedras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adverte os consensos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feito um ferimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a fenda de uma língua).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respira como um homem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contíguo ao vexame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De &lt;i&gt;Cavalo marinho e outros poemas &lt;/i&gt;(Nankin/Funalfa, 2002).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricardo Rizzo nasceu em 1981 em Juiz de Fora, MG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-4283392637084934688?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4283392637084934688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=4283392637084934688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/4283392637084934688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/4283392637084934688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/12/poesia-sabado-ricardo-rizzo.html' title='Poesia sábado: Ricardo Rizzo'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-392027800833799600</id><published>2009-12-04T16:05:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:48:44.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensata animal'/><title type='text'>Contra a nossa esquizofrenia moral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dez de dezembro, Dia Internacional dos Direitos Animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser se informar, veja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abolitionistapproach.com/video/theorie-der-tierrechte/teoria-dos-direitos-animais/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;este curto vídeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; com a Teoria dos Direitos Animais do Prof. Gary Francione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os animais existem por suas próprias razões. Eles não foram feitos para os humanos, assim como os negros não foram feitos para os brancos ou as mulheres para os homens." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SxmcHQtYEYI/AAAAAAAAC-k/pI44itn8rAo/s1600-h/ritalee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SxmcHQtYEYI/AAAAAAAAC-k/pI44itn8rAo/s400/ritalee21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411528075820667266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-392027800833799600?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/392027800833799600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=392027800833799600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/392027800833799600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/392027800833799600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/12/contra-nossa-esquizofrenia-moral.html' title='Contra a nossa esquizofrenia moral'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SxmcHQtYEYI/AAAAAAAAC-k/pI44itn8rAo/s72-c/ritalee21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-743378505244760099</id><published>2009-11-26T04:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:23:12.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Carta ao Luiz Ruffato</title><content type='html'>Querido Luiz, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É com surpresa e admiração que recebo o seu email de Beirute. Conta, por favor, o que você está fazendo por aí. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sol que entra pela janela, aqui, está ateando fogo ao chão. Talvez por influência do conto da Clarice sobre a menina ruiva e o cachorro ruivo ("&lt;a href="http://amorecultura.vilabol.uol.com.br/tentacao.htm"&gt;Tentação&lt;/a&gt;"), que vem sendo meu roteiro nos últimos três dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou num hotel em São Roque, SP. Você me perguntou o que estou fazendo aqui. Vim pra cá a bordo do Viagem Literária, um dos programas mais interessantes de que participei em dez anos de carreira, e do qual aliás sei que você também participou recentemente. Neste módulo, os escritores vêm dar oficinas de criação literária (gratuitas para o público), nas bibliotecas públicas de cidades paulistas. Vim para Alumínio, São Roque e Ibiúna, cidades onde fui muito, mas muito bem recebida - mais do que em vários Badalados Festivais Internacionais onde escritores se afastam dos livros e viram personagem de coluna social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem me sentei na cozinha da biblioteca municipal de Alumínio, e enquanto me servia de um café da garrafa térmica pensava nisso. Depois se materializaram diante de mim uns quinze adolescentes, de 15-16 anos de idade, que fizeram verdadeiras proezas com a tarefa que lhes foi dada: reescrever o conto "Tentação", da Clarice - o conto da menina ruiva e do cachorro ruivo que se encontram no Grajaú - depois que discutimos, a partir de um texto do Flávio (Carneiro), narrador, enredo e personagem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surpreendente o interesse, a participação do pessoal e a qualidade dos textos. Resistiram bravos a quatro horas de oficina numa tarde muito quente, depois de uma manhã inteira na escola (ou no trabalho, no caso dos adultos). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dos meninos, que não estava a fim de fazer aquilo, escreveu um conto genial sobre como não estava a fim de fazer aquilo. Outros mudaram ponto de vista, mataram o cachorro ao fim, mataram a dona do cachorro - em São Roque, um participante fez a menina se suicidar. Transformaram a tarde quente do Grajaú numa noite fria e enevoada. O bonde em ônibus. A dona do cachorro numa bela mulher machadiana/alencariana, com olhos de Capitu e lábios de Iracema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leio a apresentação do coordenador do programa, André Sturm. Neste ano, foram 55 as cidades paulistas participantes do Viagem Literária, e 275 atividades em cinco módulos (bate-papo com escritores, contação de histórias e oficinas). Fico cheia de alegria e de esperanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora por favor me conte o que você está fazendo aí em Beirute. E até terça-feira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um grande beijo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-743378505244760099?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/743378505244760099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=743378505244760099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/743378505244760099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/743378505244760099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/carta-ao-luiz-ruffato.html' title='Carta ao Luiz Ruffato'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-8253479191974430600</id><published>2009-11-19T14:23:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:55:03.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Conexões/Interrogações</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;II Conexões Itaú Cultural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;V Encontros de Interrogação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; ocorrem no Fórum de Ciência e Cultura da UFRJ (av Pasteur, 250, Urca), no Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; dias 1 e 2 de dezembro. As atividades fazem  parte do programa geral de literatura do Itaú Cultural e ocorrem ao mesmo tempo  e no mesmo lugar para favorecer os contatos entre pesquisadores estrangeiros e  escritores brasileiros (e entre seus pares). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A entrada é franca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;II Conexões Itaú Cultural - Programação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;01.12 - terça-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9h30 - PESQUISAR A LITERATURA BRASILEIRA CONTEMPORÂNEA – PADECER NO PARAÍSO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O mapeamento da literatura brasileira no exterior revela que a maioria dos entrevistados trabalha com literatura brasileira contemporânea, especialmente  a publicada a partir dos anos 80.  Esta mesa discute as dificuldades práticas – e teóricas – enfrentadas pelos estudiosos da produção literária brasileira recente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Com HORST NITSCHACK, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform:uppercase"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Leonardo Tonus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MILTON HATOUM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PEDRO MEIRA MONTEIRO - Mediação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform:uppercase"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Beatriz Resende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11h30 - TRADUZINDO O BRASIL – LIMITES E POSSIBILIDADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os tradutores desempenham um papel essencial na difusão da literatura brasileira no exterior. O contraste entre a dinâmica do mercado editorial e as políticas públicas de apoio à tradução marcam a discussão sobre as dificuldades e o apoio que deveria ser prestado a esse trabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Com CLIFF LANDERS, MOACYR SCLIAR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform:uppercase"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pal FErÉnc, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;RODOLFO MATA - Mediação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform:uppercase"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Felipe Lindoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;02.12 - quarta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 9h30 - DESCOBRINDO O BRASIL  – REVISTAS LITERÁRIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As revistas literárias têm um papel importante no estado da literatura brasileira. Não apenas são o veículo onde os estudiosos apresentam em primeira mão seus trabalhos, como também publicam traduções e promovem o intercâmbio entre os próprios pesquisadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Com CARLOS PAULO MARTINEZ PEREIRO, DARLENE SADLIER, LEILA LEHNEN, PEDRO SERRA - Mediação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform:uppercase"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Claudiney ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11h30 - AS LEITURAS DA LITERATURA BRASILEIRA NO  EXTERIOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A publicação da literatura brasileira no exterior envolve um conjunto de atores. Em primeiro lugar, os autores. Mas sem os agentes literários e os editores o trabalho não chega às mãos dos seus destinatários finais, os leitores.  Como se percebe, se lê e se vende literatura brasileira no exterior? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Com CARMEN CORRAL, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lucia Riff, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;LUIZ RUFFATO, ROBERTO VECCHI - Mediação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform:uppercase"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;João Almino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="SemEspaamento"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Encontros de Interrogação - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Programação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 01.12 - terça-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15h30 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Criação Poética e Ficção da Inspiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O “poeta fingidor” de Fernando Pessoa é um artífice que, como queria Valéry, “transforma o leitor em inspirado”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que resposta se pode dar hoje à antiga e, por sua recorrência, sempre atual questão sobre a gênese do trabalho poético? Valores antagônicos como inspiração e labor textual podem ser estratégias que atendem às expectativas da crítica e dos leitores? Ao se expor em saraus e festas literárias, o poeta busca adicionar um valor testemunhal ao seu trabalho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Frederico Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Marco Lucchesi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Micheliny Verunshk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - mediador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wilberth Salgueiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17h30 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Criação e Crítica Literária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Existe literatura sem reflexão sobre os processos criativos consagrados pela tradição e pela tradição da ruptura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O escritor contemporâneo cria pensando em sua inserção nos recortes desenhados pela crítica? Organizar antologias, escrever atendendo a parâmetros acadêmicos e publicar originais em revistas de criação e crítica seria uma forma de “controle da recepção” – e, no caso de escritores-críticos, de reivindicar modos de leitura de sua própria produção? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Altair Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Heloisa Buarque de Holanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ítalo Moriconi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mediação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Claudia Nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19h30 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;riação e Confissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como a ficção transtorna a noção de documento, de registro biográfico e da própria história da literatura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Em que momento o caráter memorialístico de contos e romances se transforma em imaginação? Existe ficção pura, sem enraizamento na história pessoal? E como esse enraizamento coincide com o enraizamento na história literária e suas rubricas (literatura gay, ficção pós-moderna, regionalismo, memorialismo)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Arnaldo Bloch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ronaldo Correia de Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Silviano Santiago - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mediação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Beatriz Resende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;02.12 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;quarta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15h30 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Criação e Narrativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como o enredo ficcional parte da experiência pessoal sem deixar de se afirmar como ficção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O escritor decanta sua experiência na literatura ou escreve contra ela, num esforço de esquecimento que faz o triunfo da ficção? A vida dos outros e as vivências individuais determinam a invenção? O escritor “escolhe” acasos e percalços (pessoais, profissionais) que dêem lastro à ficção, que confiram ao texto a autoridade do vivido? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Adriana Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Marçal Aquino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Michel Laub - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mediação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Flávio Carneiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 17h30 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Criação e Edição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; A intervenção do editor sobre o manuscrito altera o estatuto do autor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como o editor edita? Os escritores modificam seus originais a partir do olhar crítico de seus editores? Que critérios (literários, mercadológicos) determinam tais intervenções? Existe paralelo entre o editor de livros e a figura, cada vez mais influente (e midiática), do curador de artes visuais? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eduardo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nelson de Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Paulo Roberto Pires - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mediação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Manuel da Costa Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19h30 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Criação, Leitura e Autoria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como o escritor identifica tendências e problemas com as quais sintoniza sua literatura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O escritor leva em conta a existência de questões e gêneros que estão na ordem do dia? Ao flertar com a literatura confessional ou com a literatura policial, o escritor aceita as regras do jogo ou as usa para burlar a expectativa do leitor? A opção por um gênero dilui a responsabilidade autoral ou desafia sua singularidade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cristovão Tezza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Ana Paula Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ferréz - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mediação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Manuel da Costa Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-8253479191974430600?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8253479191974430600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=8253479191974430600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/8253479191974430600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/8253479191974430600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/conexoesinterrogacoes.html' title='Conexões/Interrogações'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-4046939420753594300</id><published>2009-11-19T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:51:46.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hittin the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Q8Tiz6INF7I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Q8Tiz6INF7I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os poemas de sábado vão tirar duas semanas de férias (embora eu não).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-4046939420753594300?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4046939420753594300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=4046939420753594300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/4046939420753594300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/4046939420753594300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/hittin-road.html' title='Hittin the road'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-7808076058870808421</id><published>2009-11-17T20:30:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:03:04.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cá com os meus botões'/><title type='text'>A tirania do e-mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SwNr3_-tVjI/AAAAAAAAC9A/PdWbz6FIvUw/s1600/20091112__20091115_E12_BK15FREEMAN~p2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SwNr3_-tVjI/AAAAAAAAC9A/PdWbz6FIvUw/s200/20091112__20091115_E12_BK15FREEMAN~p2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405282587586156082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SwNqrqwE6jI/AAAAAAAAC84/nADo8PG1kdM/s1600/20091112__20091115_E12_BK15FREEMAN~p2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na lista.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já falei deste livro aqui, em algum momento. John Freeman é o editor da revista &lt;i&gt;Granta&lt;/i&gt;. E a luta contra a vida virtual é um projeto pessoal meu, no qual ando bem empenhada: deletei a minha conta no Twitter depois de um mês de uso. Não tenho Orkut nem Facebook. Semana passada enterrei meu outro blog,&lt;i&gt; O errante navegante,&lt;/i&gt; que tratava de direitos animais e ecologia - primeiro porque não dava conta, segundo porque há milhares de outros muito mais interessantes sobre o tema, para quem estiver curioso. Alguns deles listo aí do lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na &lt;a href="http://www.denverpost.com/books/ci_13775865"&gt;resenha&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;i&gt;The Tyranny of E-mail &lt;/i&gt;para o Denver Post, Dylan Foley escreve:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"One day, I went out for coffee with my friend, the novelist Whitney Terrell," said Freeman in an interview in New York City. "I came back after 45 minutes and there were 75 new messages. I had this moment when I realized that society is not biologically, cognitively or emotionally able to deal with this. We are trying to keep up with a machine. Technology is supposed to make it easier to communicate, but e-mail increases our isolation."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-7808076058870808421?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7808076058870808421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=7808076058870808421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/7808076058870808421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/7808076058870808421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/tirania-do-e-mail.html' title='A tirania do e-mail'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SwNr3_-tVjI/AAAAAAAAC9A/PdWbz6FIvUw/s72-c/20091112__20091115_E12_BK15FREEMAN~p2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-99324613926940376</id><published>2009-11-16T08:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:43:47.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Clarice na cabeceira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SwFyk4waWuI/AAAAAAAAC8g/ZcRCKoyQO0g/s1600/Convite+virtual+clarice+na+cabeceira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SwFyk4waWuI/AAAAAAAAC8g/ZcRCKoyQO0g/s400/Convite+virtual+clarice+na+cabeceira.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404727005857602274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clique na imagem para ler melhor. O livro, organizado por Teresa Monteiro, é uma seleção de contos da Clarice pelas pessoas listadas na capa, com comentários de cada um sobre o conto que escolheu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-99324613926940376?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/99324613926940376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=99324613926940376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/99324613926940376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/99324613926940376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarice-na-cabeceira.html' title='Clarice na cabeceira'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SwFyk4waWuI/AAAAAAAAC8g/ZcRCKoyQO0g/s72-c/Convite+virtual+clarice+na+cabeceira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-5774026559240793177</id><published>2009-11-14T16:14:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:37:22.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Poesia sábado: Ferreira Gullar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CANTADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Você é mais bonita que uma bola prateada&lt;br /&gt;de papel de cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Você é mais bonita que uma poça dágua&lt;br /&gt;límpida&lt;br /&gt;num lugar escondido&lt;br /&gt;Você é mais bonita que uma zebra&lt;br /&gt;que um filhote de onça&lt;br /&gt;que um Boeing 707 em pleno ar&lt;br /&gt;Você é mais bonita que um jardim florido&lt;br /&gt;em frente ao mar em Ipanema&lt;br /&gt;Você é mais bonita que uma refinaria da Petrobrás&lt;br /&gt;de noite&lt;br /&gt;mais bonita que Ursula Andress&lt;br /&gt;que o Palácio da Alvorada&lt;br /&gt;mais bonita que a alvorada&lt;br /&gt;que o mar azul-safira&lt;br /&gt;da República Dominicana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Olha,&lt;br /&gt;você é tão bonita quanto o Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;em maio&lt;br /&gt;e quase tão bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quanto a Revolução Cubana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;De &lt;i&gt;Dentro da noite veloz&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-5774026559240793177?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5774026559240793177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=5774026559240793177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/5774026559240793177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/5774026559240793177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/poesia-sabado-ferreria-gullar.html' title='Poesia sábado: Ferreira Gullar'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-8382332495084304369</id><published>2009-11-13T08:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:41:41.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Eduardo Halfon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sv19RUHMaqI/AAAAAAAAC74/77aipKsKyZQ/s1600-h/Halfon_Eduardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sv19RUHMaqI/AAAAAAAAC74/77aipKsKyZQ/s400/Halfon_Eduardo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403612864324594338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prêmio José María de Pereda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como informa o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://notasmoleskine.blogspot.com/2009/11/eduardo-halfon-premio-jose-maria-de.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moleskine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; de Iván Thays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;El escritor guatemalteco Eduardo Halfon ha ganado el Premio de Novela Corta José María de Pereda, dotado con 30.000 euros, con la obra "La pirueta", en la que relata el viaje que emprende un hombre desde su Guatemala natal hasta Serbia tras el rastro de un amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queremos tanto a Edu. Foto: Daniel Mordzinski (por supuesto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-8382332495084304369?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8382332495084304369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=8382332495084304369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/8382332495084304369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/8382332495084304369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/eduardo-halfon.html' title='Eduardo Halfon'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sv19RUHMaqI/AAAAAAAAC74/77aipKsKyZQ/s72-c/Halfon_Eduardo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-7794330263525205252</id><published>2009-11-10T15:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:30:29.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caseiras'/><title type='text'>In White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvnoC3T80wI/AAAAAAAAC7w/WAAMfNgc2d8/s1600-h/Symphony+US.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvnoC3T80wI/AAAAAAAAC7w/WAAMfNgc2d8/s400/Symphony+US.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402604363912631042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sai em abril, pela University of Texas Tech Press - The Americas series, a coleção que inclui David Toscana e incluirá Moacyr Scliar e Cristovão Tezza.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-7794330263525205252?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7794330263525205252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=7794330263525205252&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/7794330263525205252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/7794330263525205252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-white.html' title='In White'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvnoC3T80wI/AAAAAAAAC7w/WAAMfNgc2d8/s72-c/Symphony+US.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-1844385065995648029</id><published>2009-11-07T16:51:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:56:04.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensata animal'/><title type='text'>Eating Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;O novo livro de Jonathan Safran Foer, &lt;i&gt;Eating Animals,&lt;/i&gt; que mereceu um longo &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2009/11/09/091109crbo_books_kolbert"&gt;artigo&lt;/a&gt; na última &lt;i&gt;New Yorker&lt;/i&gt;, é uma obra de não-ficção e fala de colocar ou não animais no prato.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou, antes, de &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt; colocar animais no prato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvYJ9YicumI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/cvrcOyb52yI/s1600-h/091109_r19006_p233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvYJ9YicumI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/cvrcOyb52yI/s400/091109_r19006_p233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401515753241098850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We are, he suggests, defined not just by what we do; we are defined by what we are willing to do without. Vegetarianism requires the renunciation of real and irreplaceable pleasures. To Foer’s credit, he is not embarrassed to ask this of us," escreve Elizabeth Kolbert, a autora do artigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mínimo que eu posso fazer diante do meu entusiasmo é confessar que vou correndo pedir à Rocco, que publica o Safran Foer no Brasil, para traduzi-lo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atualização do dia seguinte: já pedi e já tive a resposta de que a Rocco está prestes a adquirir os direitos do livro. Adquirindo, serei eu a tradutora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-1844385065995648029?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1844385065995648029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=1844385065995648029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/1844385065995648029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/1844385065995648029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/eating-animals.html' title='Eating Animals'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvYJ9YicumI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/cvrcOyb52yI/s72-c/091109_r19006_p233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-4538553389893863854</id><published>2008-02-08T09:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:21:21.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se hace camino al andar'/><title type='text'>Brasil, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/R6yCPTClDrI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nq8OS4jiMqQ/s1600-h/IMG_4353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164646072007855794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/R6yCPTClDrI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nq8OS4jiMqQ/s400/IMG_4353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesús Rafael Soto: &lt;em&gt;Penetrable, &lt;/em&gt;1990 (Blanton Museum). Foto minha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Voltei ontem à noite de Austin, Texas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Acho que todos nós no Brasil temos certo preconceito contra o estado da estrela solitária (não confundir com o meu time). Para mim, por exemplo, desde criança Texas equivale a J.R. Ewing e o seriado &lt;em&gt;Dallas.&lt;/em&gt; Nem Wim Wenders e sua obra prima &lt;em&gt;Paris, Texas &lt;/em&gt;(com aquela trilha sonora espetacular do Ry Cooder) tiraram essa imagem da minha cabeça.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas Austin, comecei a ouvir depois que me mudei para Denver, é uma cidade interessantíssima. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E é mesmo, como vi esta semana. Tem uma cena musical famosa, principalmente nas áreas do jazz e do blues. Bares, cafés, museus legais como o Blanton (onde vi uma expo genial do argentino &lt;a href="http://jorgemacchi.com/"&gt;Jorge Macchi&lt;/a&gt;). E, por incrível que pareça, é a cidade americana com o maior percentual de vegetarianos (o que me interessa diretamente), em pleno reino da cozinha tex-mex. Os paradoxos saudáveis deste país. "Keep Austin weird", dizem algumas camisetas. Mantenha Austin esquisita. É um pouco por aí. Eu me pergunto como convivem os podres poderes do capitólio e aquela juventude com cara de ser tudo exceto republicana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A University of Texas at Austin, na qual sou agora pesquisadora visitante, o que equivale a idas freqüentes a Austin, é a segunda maior dos Estados Unidos. Um formigueiro de estudantes. Foi bacana visitar o LLILAS (Lozano Long Institute of Latin American Studies) e sua biblioteca super atualizada, e o Brazil Center, e ver tanta gente falando (bem) o português com interesses que vão além de samba e capoeira. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Este ano o programa de Study Abroad vai levar 25 alunos de graduação a Salvador, por seis semanas, durante as férias. Sonia Roncador, a professora que me recebeu em Austin com a maior gentileza, vai acompanhando. Aí me perguntei: por que não ao Rio? Ou &lt;em&gt;também &lt;/em&gt;ao Rio? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A resposta, todos podemos imaginar. O Rio encanta e assusta. Quando digo que sou do Rio, os olhinhos se iluminam. Ao mesmo tempo, ninguém tem coragem de baixar na minha cidade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Parte disso se deve ao estereótipo vendido pela mídia e, reconheçamos, pela literatura e pelo cinema. Sou grande fã, por exemplo, do &lt;em&gt;Cidade de Deus&lt;/em&gt;. Só acho pena que fora do Brasil esse seja o único Brasil que apareça: o da violência, do tráfico, da guerra urbana. Quero ver Marcelo Moutinho fazendo o mesmo sucesso aqui fora. Adriana Lunardi. Gente que apresenta outros Brasis possíveis, viáveis, outras facetas de um povo que não é só Cidade de Deus. (Silviano Santiago dizia, e eu o cito sempre, que um escritor francês pode escrever sobre o que quiser, mas que um escritor brasileiro tem que escrever sobre o Brasil. É o que se espera de nós. Pior do que isso: temos que nos limitar a uma temática e a uma estética bem definidas. Como escritora brasileira, eu me recuso a me submeter a esse esquema. Escrevo sobre o que quero e do jeito que quero. O mercado que se dane. Se isso é uma atitude de ingênua resistência, azar o meu.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Não estou negando os problemas do Rio. Eles existem. Eles são resultado de décadas de descaso e má administração. Mas pior do que a pior realidade social é criarmos estereótipos sobre o desconhecido e nos aferrarmos a eles. Tive uma experiência fabulosa, nesse sentido, em Bogotá. Uma experiência de "desestereotipização". Precisamos desanuviar um pouco a mente quando olhamos para o outro. Trocar a lente do preconceito pela da curiosidade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-4538553389893863854?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4538553389893863854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=4538553389893863854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/4538553389893863854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/4538553389893863854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2008/02/brasil-texas.html' title='Brasil, Texas'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/R6yCPTClDrI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/nq8OS4jiMqQ/s72-c/IMG_4353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-8971878087451652413</id><published>2009-11-07T09:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:06:41.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Poesia sábado: Julio Cortázar</title><content type='html'>LOS DÍAS VAN&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los días van como las olas y los cantos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su rubio viento y sus profundos verdes por las horas cambiantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En uno de ellos queda una bahía, en otro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un pánico de estrellas o delfines,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mientras un tiempo nuevo y sigiloso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con noches de distinto meridiano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filtra sus cuerdas pálidas por los compartimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y se mezscla en el vino que bebemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un viaje, oh dulce pena en la raíz del cuerpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que juega con sí mismo a ser igual, constante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y a despertar distinto cada día, bajo cielos novísimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(de &lt;i&gt;Papeles inesperados&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-8971878087451652413?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8971878087451652413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=8971878087451652413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/8971878087451652413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/8971878087451652413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/poesia-sabado-julio-cortazar.html' title='Poesia sábado: Julio Cortázar'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-2954588350844870405</id><published>2008-08-12T13:10:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:40:26.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Mordzinskianas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ontem aportou por aqui o colossal (em todos os sentidos - são 360 páginas) catálogo da exposição comemorativa, em Madri (Casa de América), dos 30 anos de carreira do fotógrafo Daniel Mordzinski, meu amigo argentino radicado em Paris e de quem falo sempre, aqui neste blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E com quem lançarei em breve, &lt;em&gt;dieu voulant&lt;/em&gt;, um livro de texto e fotografia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Abaixo, alguns escritores-&lt;em&gt;mariposas&lt;/em&gt; clicados por Daniel, &lt;em&gt;Fotógrafo entre escritores&lt;/em&gt;. O tema da expo, e trabalho mais célebre de Daniel, é este: fotos de escritores iberoamericanos. Lá estão Jorge Amado, Borges, Cortázar, Vargas-Llosa, Saramago, Carlos Fuentes, Octavio Paz, Vila-Matas, Juan Gelman, Cabrera Infante, García Márquez - e muitos, muitos, &lt;em&gt;muitos&lt;/em&gt; mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dia 21 do mês passado postei aqui uma matéria do El País sobre a expo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Publique-se Daniel no Brasil JÁ!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHiE0WtMfI/AAAAAAAABl8/n8dCNI0X9Ss/s1600-h/_MG_6827_mod_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233712814382461426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHiE0WtMfI/AAAAAAAABl8/n8dCNI0X9Ss/s400/_MG_6827_mod_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eucanaã Ferraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHhaXtfYYI/AAAAAAAABl0/zwQEjtW0Xdo/s1600-h/mayra+montero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233712085138891138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHhaXtfYYI/AAAAAAAABl0/zwQEjtW0Xdo/s400/mayra+montero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mayra Montero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHg-msnqSI/AAAAAAAABls/3QLs-5jLYb0/s1600-h/Enrigue_paginaBaja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233711608125434146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHg-msnqSI/AAAAAAAABls/3QLs-5jLYb0/s400/Enrigue_paginaBaja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Álvaro Enrigue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHgpf6-JCI/AAAAAAAABlc/Ur5BcYLl130/s1600-h/_MG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233711245529326626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHgpf6-JCI/AAAAAAAABlc/Ur5BcYLl130/s400/_MG_0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adriana Lisboa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHgjGOZgqI/AAAAAAAABlU/DvY0rYWMZFc/s1600-h/Arroyo_pagina_Baja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233711135552275106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHgjGOZgqI/AAAAAAAABlU/DvY0rYWMZFc/s400/Arroyo_pagina_Baja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yolanda Arroyo Pizarro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Também aportou aqui outro livro vindo da Espanha, ontem: &lt;em&gt;Elogio de la palabra,&lt;/em&gt; publicado pelo colégio I.E.S Albero de Sevilha, em comemoração aos seus 20 anos de existência.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Escritores, ilustradores, jornalistas, filósofos, músicos, professores e artistas de 43 países deram breves depoimentos em forma de cartas para os alunos, falando do valor da educação e da cultura. Minha pequena contribuição está lá, humilde em meio a onze prêmios Nobel, quatro prêmios Pulitzer, três prêmios Cervantes e um Paulo Coelho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um belíssimo projeto com um belíssimo resultado. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-2954588350844870405?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2954588350844870405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=2954588350844870405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/2954588350844870405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/2954588350844870405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2008/08/mordzinskianas.html' title='Mordzinskianas'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SKHiE0WtMfI/AAAAAAAABl8/n8dCNI0X9Ss/s72-c/_MG_6827_mod_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-6146915499369284224</id><published>2009-11-05T09:05:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:28:07.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Da Islândia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Não, eu não estou lá. Nunca estive. Um dia estarei.  Mas descobri Halldór Laxness, o Nobel de literatura (1955) islandês. Pelas minhas pesquisas, ele só tem um livro traduzido no Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvL4OWZaQbI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/QnIIW7B3deM/s1600-h/61033-004-8DD9CBE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvL4OWZaQbI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/QnIIW7B3deM/s400/61033-004-8DD9CBE2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400651828584661426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(foto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bob Krist/Corbis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Estou lendo a edição americana de &lt;i&gt;Heimsljos, &lt;/i&gt;traduzida do islandês como &lt;i&gt;World Light. &lt;/i&gt;O protagonista do livro, Ólafur Karáson, é um menino adotado por uma família de trabalhadores rurais no interior da Islândia, que rabisca poemas na lama e no gelo e sonha ser poeta quando crescer. Ainda que lhe digam que isso é coisa do diabo e que o único livro que jamais precisou ser escrito é a Bíblia. Quando descobrem suas tentativas poéticas, ele na melhor das hipóteses é ridicularizado, na pior leva uma surra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas cresce e vira um poeta. E mais não sei, ainda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Laxness (1902-1998) escreveu 51 romances, poesia, peças de teatro, relatos de viagem e artigos para o jornal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-6146915499369284224?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6146915499369284224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=6146915499369284224&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/6146915499369284224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/6146915499369284224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-islandia.html' title='Da Islândia'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvL4OWZaQbI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/QnIIW7B3deM/s72-c/61033-004-8DD9CBE2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-8915966912931321299</id><published>2009-11-06T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:20:50.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E já que falamos nisso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OqG6Z4GMtKI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OqG6Z4GMtKI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Á ferð um Ísland...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-8915966912931321299?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8915966912931321299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=8915966912931321299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/8915966912931321299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/8915966912931321299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-ja-que-falamos-nisso.html' title='E já que falamos nisso'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-5415290351529795707</id><published>2009-11-04T08:31:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:41:25.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lévi-Strauss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvGfvJZgZOI/AAAAAAAAC7I/F46wTokXIqY/s1600-h/20091104elpepicul_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvGfvJZgZOI/AAAAAAAAC7I/F46wTokXIqY/s400/20091104elpepicul_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400273060519503074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(De &lt;i&gt;El País,&lt;/i&gt; hoje. Foto: Daniel Mordzinksi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicó toda su vida a explicar y a explicarse el mundo desde la antropología. Y con sus obras lúcidas y sensibles iluminó la Francia de la segunda mitad del siglo XX. Hasta que la madrugada del domingo pasado el filósofo y antropólogo francés Claude Lévi-Strauss, pensador clave del siglo XX, falleció, cuando estaba a punto de cumplir 101 años. Su muerte se hizo pública ayer, y causó una enorme conmoción en Francia, después de que se celebrasen sus exequias en Lingerolles, en la Costa de Oro. “Hace dos años se rompió el fémur; desde entonces estaba muy fatigado, ha muerto de la edad”, aseguró PhilippeDescola, su sucesor en el Colegio de Francia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Había nacido en Bruselas en el seno de una familia de intelectuales franceses de ascendencia judía. Su padre era pintor. Él se inclinó por la filosofía. Desde 1935 a 1939 residió en Brasil, pasando grandes periodos de su vida alojado en las tribus amazónicas de los bororo y los nambikwara. Esa experiencia serviría para revolucionar para siempre los principios y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;los métodos de la antropología. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tras su estancia en Brasil volvió a Francia. Fue movilizado. En&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la línea Maginot, mientras servía como oficial de enlace y como intérprete de inglés, intuyó el secreto del estructuralismo, la ciencia que iba a modificar el estudio de las disciplinas humanas, según él mismo explicó: “Mientras esperábamos una batalla que no comenzaba, observé con detalle cómo, detrás del aparente azar de la belleza de un campo de flores, existía una organización estricta en cada una de ellas”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tras la invasión, huyó del régimen de Vichy a Estados Unidos. Allí, en Nueva York, conoció al lingüista Roman Jacobson, cuyo trabajo sobre las lenguas le impresionó. Bajo esa luz nueva  ompletó el método estructuralista, el que había intuido en el frente de la II Guerra Mundial. En 1959, ya en Francia, es nombrado catedrático de Antropología Social del Colegio de Francia, cátedra que ocupó hasta su jubilación, en 1982.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mientras tanto, habían empezado a sucederse obras destinadas a cimentar un pensamiento determinante del siglo pasado: La vida familiar y social de los indios nambikwara, Estructuras elementales del parentesco, los cuatro volúmenes de Mitológicas, El camino de las máscaras y La mirada lejana, entre otros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En 1954 publicó un libro especial, a caballo entre el estudio científico y el relato de viajes. Se titulaba Tristes trópicos, y en él se descubre a un viajero preocupado ya por la deriva de la destrucción medioambiental del planeta, así como a un escritor lúcido y sensible. En 1973 se convirtió en el primer etnólogo en entrar en la Academia Francesa. Un colega de institución, el escritor Jean d’Ormesson, le definió como “una persona a la que espantaba toda afectación, de una sabiduría interminable”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El año pasado, para conmemorar el centenario de su nacimiento, Francia le rindió una serie de homenajes que recordaron su altura intelectual. Ayer, toda Francia volvió a recordar a este sabio que vivió un siglo entero y que comenzó su libro más famoso, Tristes trópicos, con una frase célebre: “Odio los viajes y a los exploradores”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-5415290351529795707?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5415290351529795707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=5415290351529795707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/5415290351529795707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/5415290351529795707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/levi-strauss.html' title='Lévi-Strauss'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SvGfvJZgZOI/AAAAAAAAC7I/F46wTokXIqY/s72-c/20091104elpepicul_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-2296149083250121623</id><published>2009-11-02T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:05:46.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Sigur Rós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/y3AoWvxZPeI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/y3AoWvxZPeI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Agætis byrjun" - de "Heima", o documentário que registra a turnê do Sigur Rós pela sua Islândia natal em 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a turnê, o grupo deu dois shows grandes, em Ásbyrgi e Reykjavík, uma série de shows bem menores e fez um concerto-protesto em Snæfellsskála.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-2296149083250121623?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-5414723608737947499</id><published>2009-10-31T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:59:36.925-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Poesia sábado: (mais) Taha Muhammad Ali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Poetry hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;behind the night of words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;behind the clouds of hearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;across the dark of sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and beyond the dusk of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that's hidden and revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But where is it concealed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And how could I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;possibly know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;when I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;barely able,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by the light of day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to find my pencil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, coletânea bilíngue (árabe/inglês) do poeta palestino, com tradução de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi e Gabriel Levin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tradução para o português de Celina Portocarrero:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ONDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A poesia se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;em algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;atrás da noite das palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;atrás das nuvens do ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;em meio à escuridão do ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e além da poeira da música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;que está encoberta e às claras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas onde se oculta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E como poderia eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sequer saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;se mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sou capaz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;à luz do dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;de encontrar meu lápis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-5414723608737947499?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5414723608737947499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=5414723608737947499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/5414723608737947499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/5414723608737947499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/10/poesia-sabado-mais-taha-muhammad-ali.html' title='Poesia sábado: (mais) Taha Muhammad Ali'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-2766863972422731288</id><published>2009-10-29T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:42:16.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Da nevasca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sum3UMBw0aI/AAAAAAAAC64/xfvzjRAMWHs/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sum3UMBw0aI/AAAAAAAAC64/xfvzjRAMWHs/s400/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398047185834135970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 24px; "&gt;A neve conspira com o deserto. As coisas perdem os ângulos de seus contornos e o céu inteiramente branco gruda no telhado inteiramente branco, fazendo coincidir dois mundos, anulando distâncias. Existe nisso algo de sonho unificador, como um esperanto. Já não há cores. Tudo é o silencioso acúmulo da neve que cai pequena e incessante, tenaz como a morte conquistando um corpo. Mas estamos vivos, e dentro de casa o conforto e o calor parecem um prodígio. Ou um insulto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-2766863972422731288?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2766863972422731288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=2766863972422731288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/2766863972422731288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/2766863972422731288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/10/da-nevasca.html' title='Da nevasca'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sum3UMBw0aI/AAAAAAAAC64/xfvzjRAMWHs/s72-c/IMG_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-3307404869738987145</id><published>2009-10-28T11:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:26:31.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Suh-CBciEfI/AAAAAAAAC6o/3vbk2-IVTlw/s1600-h/TheGarbagePath_GuidoCavalcante_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Suh-CBciEfI/AAAAAAAAC6o/3vbk2-IVTlw/s400/TheGarbagePath_GuidoCavalcante_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397702726616486386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guido Cavalcanti criou esta imagem sobre a vasta área do Pacífico que virou um colossal depósito de lixo. Feita com Ultra Fractal, a imagem está publicada no &lt;a href="http://orbittrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/sailing-into-horror.html"&gt;Orbit Trap&lt;/a&gt;, onde é possível ler mais sobre o trabalho de Guido. E sobre a tragédia que o inspirou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-3307404869738987145?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3307404869738987145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=3307404869738987145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/3307404869738987145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/3307404869738987145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/10/garbage-path.html' title='Garbage Path'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Suh-CBciEfI/AAAAAAAAC6o/3vbk2-IVTlw/s72-c/TheGarbagePath_GuidoCavalcante_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-3321850782917379778</id><published>2009-10-27T16:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:22:25.369-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'>Parangolé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sudx-lj8UmI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ELCMoTokL0s/s1600-h/parangole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sudx-lj8UmI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ELCMoTokL0s/s400/parangole.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397407998475522658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De Marília Librandi Rocha, na &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://sibila.com.br/"&gt;Sibila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, texto-homenagem a Hélio Oiticica:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ladrão do fogo para inflamar o desejo de uma nova ordem das coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é como Waly Salomão definiu Hélio Oiticica e sua obra metamórfica, que se incendiou quase integralmente no Rio de Janeiro (na noite do dia 16 de outubro), para terror de todos os que a amamos como se ama uma pessoa viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queimou como o fogo dos tiros à queima-roupa que mataram mais de trinta pessoas no Morro dos Macacos no Rio nesta semana. Queimou como a favela em São Paulo, que uma semana antes ardeu em chamas deixando centenas de pessoas sem suas casas-abrigo. Como elas, o coletivo Brasil está hoje desabrigado, porque a obra de Hélio é parte estrutural da fundação de nosso universal-diferencial no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem vai fazer um bólide homenagem ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cara que Cavalgou o mito em pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, como diz o verso de Murilo Mendes?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(leia o resto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sibila.com.br/index.php/critica/839-a-aspirina-ou-a-cura-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-3321850782917379778?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3321850782917379778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=3321850782917379778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/3321850782917379778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/3321850782917379778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/10/parangole.html' title='Parangolé'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/Sudx-lj8UmI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ELCMoTokL0s/s72-c/parangole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-4655572487916983573</id><published>2009-10-18T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:46:21.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><title type='text'>Waking Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/523lnsdKquA" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/523lnsdKquA"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De tempos em tempos volto a este filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O domingo terminou com a trilha sonora, no carro. Obrigada a Malcolm e Erô pelo CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, muito, muito obrigada a Malcolm e Erô: não é todo mundo que chega em casa de viagem num sábado à noite e encontra no correio uma caixa contendo dois presentes: um livro do David Foster Wallace - "This is Water" - e um DVD do Sigur Rós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre "This is Water" escrevo mais aqui em breve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-4655572487916983573?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4655572487916983573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=4655572487916983573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/4655572487916983573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/4655572487916983573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/10/existencialismo-waking-life-legendado.html' title='Waking Life'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191466409317526710.post-1864729074818099975</id><published>2009-10-24T14:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:33:35.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><title type='text'>Poesia sábado: Taha Muhammad Ali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WARNING&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovers of hunting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and beginners seeking your prey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't aim your rifles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at my happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which isn't worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the price of the bullet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(you'd waste on it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What seems to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so nimble and fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a fawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and flees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every which way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a partridge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my happiness bears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no relation to happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SuNf8Ial-LI/AAAAAAAAC5w/3bKrrLJafAU/s1600-h/taha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SuNf8Ial-LI/AAAAAAAAC5w/3bKrrLJafAU/s320/taha2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396262265175799986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De &lt;i&gt;So What,&lt;/i&gt; seleção de poemas (1971-2005) do palestino Taha Muhammad Ali em tradução de Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi e Gabriel Levin. Em edição bilíngue, para a gente pelo menos se maravilhar com a beleza plástica do idioma árabe (e lamentar, como eu, não conseguir entendê-lo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou fascinada pela poesia de Taha Muhammad Ali, que conheci graças ao generoso empréstimo desse livro pelo &lt;a href="http://www.eligottlieb.com/"&gt;Eli Gottlieb&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma tradução do poema acima seria, de acordo com &lt;a href="http://www.celinaportocarrero.com/"&gt;Celina Portocarrero&lt;/a&gt; (ela me mandou sua proposta e substituo pela minha apressada e descompromissada tentativa, que havia postado aqui antes):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AVISO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amantes da caça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e aprendizes em busca de presa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não apontem seus rifles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para a minha felicidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ela não compensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o preço da bala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(seria um desperdício).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que lhes parece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão ágil e belo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quanto a corça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e corre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por toda parte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como a perdiz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não é felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creiam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em nada se assemelha à felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(foto: Nina Subin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7191466409317526710-1864729074818099975?l=caquiscaidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1864729074818099975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191466409317526710&amp;postID=1864729074818099975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/1864729074818099975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191466409317526710/posts/default/1864729074818099975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/10/poesia-sabado-taha-muhammad-ali.html' title='Poesia sábado: Taha Muhammad Ali'/><author><name>Adriana Lisboa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15184704778000871670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08725477398060595776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWtaW-zA0S0/SuNf8Ial-LI/AAAAAAAAC5w/3bKrrLJafAU/s72-c/taha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>