tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84551633402184943122024-02-21T12:17:34.981+01:00l'insouciancepolíticas do desprendimento.Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-86477819499261472572010-03-01T23:49:00.006+01:002010-03-07T01:14:57.770+01:00<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431904049367731970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9luo51TS3hEy_0EHhTdyHPE-ROTNemZs8OcO-5ThXcAA_8MKXCHvMHzB1Q46VRNbTrOJaDUejRObh_EouBI6XTrRfPiVU90goLs0FYs0PePzgoCnS_15owNm7fsm_Ix7BCI6pUM59vS8/s320/jan82+pai+mae+praia.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; width: 164px;" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">álbum de família.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">« </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">je ne pourrais donc, dans leur forme passée (ici présente) écrire de nouvelles mythologies </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">»</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Roland Barthes</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, 1970.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">merci monsieur, je prends le relai.</span></i></span></span></span></p><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432204486929923362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJxCML1kirepjnsNzDWuBJtl3bvIwyBdKHUFjCyllO3eAzm2BlAu1Iz8lWS2uVDC-OkrtWiOau7VC6qWznaYpWDcd0lySMRIUTkdma6uyMsJ5asQ7-fotXJ5obsC13GkPLPVlugGId7g0/s320/mae+e+eu+na+praia.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; width: 257px;" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Cambria, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">moi ? </span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">eu quem, em amarelo, arquivista ingênuo, gozando só de pensar em pegar Bergson em flagrante delito em lhe dizer </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ah bon ? il n'y a pas de registre, il n'y a pas de tiroir, il n'y a pas? tiens, je t’enregistre, putain !</span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">S</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">OCRATE : «</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">voici donc mon idée ingénue. intrigué par cet objet dont je n’arrivais pas à connaître la nature, je tentai d’échapper à l’image agaçante de ma trouvaille. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">comment s’y prendre, sinon par le détour d’un agrandissement de la difficulté même ?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Cambria, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJPiMAkfNUH82SGy3Y4BqXEe85N8qdQur5EiOUbex2G2UNL9AbyUCp5KH49EVq7aQEysSkPgky8K5WTIf6sLafunmHs2Q9Fx5rKa3X_FEGB3w96YOvhHGCWh8xEdrwgPJfijXaqrVVjU-/s320/eu+de+lado+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444154795373202242" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">après tout, me disais-je, le même embarras qui m’est proposé par cet objet trouvé se peut concevoir au sujet d’un objet connu. suppose donc que je considère une chose très familière, comme une maison [</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">une structure, une ville, une famille</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">]; ne sachant à quoi elle peut servir ni même si elle de quelque usage à quelqu’un ; et n’étant d’ailleurs, renseigné par personne, <b>il faudrait bien que j’imagine le moyen d'apaiser</b> [</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">insouciance</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">] <b>mon esprit à son sujet.</b></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PHEDRE : « et qu’est-ce que tu as imaginé ? »</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:24px;"><b><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkBo-V6iqDfFHFVXJmAzN1a9dAXNbg0hKK_lM7BxKJFjAoKADQJmIo5Oc7PB7XvhiAbH5-8Jpi4dyARfNw4b4Tzti_7_UaKn68KiAZSWg0EjGvXl5iI2rDwa1MSUxkfklsu9tL0iPyleI/s320/eu+e+pai+sof%C3%A1+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444138753680683186" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: 900; ">BBC radio : « radio - paris ment, radio - paris est allemand ! »</span></i></b></span></span></p><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:6;"><b><i><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </i></b></span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">SOCRATE : « cherchant, trouvant, perdant et retrouvant le moyen de discerner ce qui est produit par la nature, de ce qui est produit par les hommes, je restai quelque temps à la même place [</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">meu quarto, o meu cubo</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">], l’œil hésitant au milieu de plusieurs lumières ; puis je me suis mis à marcher très rapidement ver l’intérieur des terres, comme quelqu’un en qui les pensées, après une longue agitation dans tous les sens, semble enfin s’orienter ; et se composer dans une seule idée, engendrant du même coup pour son corps, une décision de mouvement bien déterminé et une allure résolue… :</span></span></p> <!--StartFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:64px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:64px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 64px;"> <!--StartFragment--><span lang="FR" style="font-size:48.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:FR;mso-fareast-language: EN-US">« exagérer, voilà l’arme »,</span><span lang="FR" style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:FR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"> </span><!--EndFragment--> <br /></span></span></span></span></i></span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbE-KyNXpQAVsFLidzLoiPLtiCHlguVLxxak0gqBuH6aZtenFWqrTG0tyomquGX2g9ogITjgrz6X3rdpcTKm2T5MjeiUyEzqLBudR0RRFZhGmynVD9ph7i1a5yyRPPzw0SX8TZfidl4It/s400/mae+e+eu+boca+aberta+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444149612817280658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Cambria, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;"><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">anonyme</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, mai '68</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="FR"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">PHEDRE : « </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:Cambria, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">je sens cela, j’ai toujours admiré que l’idée qui survient, fût-elle la plus abstraite au monde [</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Brigitte Bardot, le mythe</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">], vous donne des ailes, et vous mêne n’importe où [</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">pologne, paris, rio</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">]. on s’arrête, puis on repart, voilà ce qui est penser ! »</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:Cambria, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Paul Valery</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, 1921.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Cambria, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">[</span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">épilogue</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> : en 1940, lorsque l'Italie de Mussolini pose un ultimatum à la Grèce, Ioannis Metaxas, son Premier ministre répond avec le simple mot « Okhi ! » (« non ! »). encore en 1979, Georges Marchais, secrétaire général du PCF, dans le même esprit insouciant, affirmait (ou pas) : « le bilan des pays communistes reste globalement positif »].</span></span></span></p></span></span></span></div></span></div><div></div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-19943523437595491192010-03-01T22:00:00.004+01:002010-03-05T19:38:37.141+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Times, serif;"><b>—</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Times, serif;"><b> </b></span><b>você vê o drama, vocês vêem, o drama adolescente</b></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b> </b>: toda essa coisa que eu tinha de fazer, é patético ! é patético ! você sente, vocês sentem, mas é isso, é radicalmente isso, esse ano perdido, tudo isso, o estudo obstinado dos componentes da máquina, da minha implicação pessoal em toda essa história, a dissecção torta das estruturações e configurações possíveis da </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">crueldade</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> e da </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">omissão</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, no rio de janeiro, na polônia, em paris, <i>do silêncio absconso de que sou capaz</i> :</span></div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gZKQSjPy_jrURBLY4Q3YlXOrrNW2dJUbScZQuHxt9QAzRqb93zPI3oVpFASi1WKdMKMRwR6FRCth3RtVpCp8hNrsx1p4jxqxaMS8g0VRt5Nra0munvybQVnkBVVMYc2HsEzFR1sgQ6_I/s320/revolver+partes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444926887581752034" /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>o </b><b>que leva um sujeito a disparar o gatilho senão a sua própria inocência ?</b></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b> </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>não, esse registro é meu primeiro passo.</b></span></span></p><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR" style="font-variant: small-caps"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-41386953377268883662010-02-28T23:27:00.017+01:002010-03-05T21:07:17.166+01:00<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:50.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 27.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">'un mythe c'est abstrait,</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:36.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 27.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"> </span></i><!--EndFragment--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFw8seGAoXhoe_pAIQYIcITTGutoNVvsXrDQRfBYjm-FU2kBFCvURl7y08oKrByeF0TBXZ6iubywzHq-Ub-bLehcoQEzVbk2ncrv25egciwlsPFcW2FSy1Ott6qovdVMO88eMPX9iN-Of/s1600-h/nu.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFw8seGAoXhoe_pAIQYIcITTGutoNVvsXrDQRfBYjm-FU2kBFCvURl7y08oKrByeF0TBXZ6iubywzHq-Ub-bLehcoQEzVbk2ncrv25egciwlsPFcW2FSy1Ott6qovdVMO88eMPX9iN-Of/s400/nu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445243034788722722" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">et moi je ne suis pas abstraite</span></span></i></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">'.</span></span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:right; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">[</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Brigitte Anne-Marie Bardot</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">]</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">.</span></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 16pt; "><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">bam ! My dad’s dead !</span></span></span></span></i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></span><b><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">eu tenho a </span></span></span></u></i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">arma</span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> no limite da subjetividade, eu tenho a</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">objetiva</span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> e vou disparar</span></span></span></i></u></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">. você me vê, mamãe, o dedo no gatilho, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">disparando contra o meu próprio pai ? </span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">repetindo o gesto, o mito fundador ? recomeçando toda a história do zero ?</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> — não vê ? não, </span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">eu não quero dizer que todo esse </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">silêncio</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> entre nós seja feito de </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">reticências</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> e </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">não-ditos</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, de histórias que nunca nos contamos mas que sempre estiveram aí, como fantasmas, como traumas absolutos de quem viveu o que ninguém devia ter vivido, a </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">tortura</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, a</span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">humilhação</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, o </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">frio</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> insuportável. o </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">esquecimento</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">. é muito isso, mas não só. você sabe : </span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">ninguém sabe. de nada. eu nunca soube de nada que não acabasse por tomar aquelas velhas formas </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">narrativas, </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">opacas</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> e </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">apressadas</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, de relatos </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">surdos</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> e </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">mudos</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, de lembranças </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">fugidias</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><!--StartFragment--><!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment-->Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-31377340128012372952010-02-28T23:26:00.022+01:002010-03-05T19:10:09.884+01:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">vous voici </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">[1970. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">cenário :</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> Rio de Janeiro, praia de Copacabana. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">evento</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> : encontro familiar]</span></span></span></i></p><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iy74Llpfgvbqd_k8WZyZiwwFK-AFFfExgEl5E6g4yt4Kyvvk-hNKHwAsfG6J1GPq0WbMi2HRZKpk5KlaAXzCPQEzjh-d9mOngT_H3W1PoZf-GU_pqC3FIj7sUUhFUspBsxsrCfHDNAhs/s320/pai+e+m%C3%A3e+na+praia+vermelho+textura+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445162350949595106" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-variant: small-caps; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">dad</span></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> : </span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i>“penso que com a prisão de algumas pessoas, eu temia que meu endereço fosse conhecido da polícia e passei a evitar o Leme. lembro de uma vez ter encontrado por acaso papai e mamãe passeando no calçadão de Copacabana. a imagem que eu tenho é que eles estavam muito bem (e “jovens”) e para mim o reencontro foi uma alegria inédita. meu pai tinha 65 anos e minha mãe 55. depois disso, só os encontraria em São Paulo, no Presídio Tiradentes”.</i></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><i> <!--StartFragment--> </i></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><i><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">bam ! My dad’s dead !</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> porque eu posso. calar ou dizer</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">,</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:right; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:28.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language: EN-US">me</span></i></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:28.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:28.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language: EN-US">voici</span></i></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:28.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:28.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-font-style:italic">:</span></b></p></span></span><p></p></i></span><p></p><!--StartFragment--> <p class="HTMLBody" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment-->Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-82885732061729960492010-02-28T23:20:00.040+01:002010-03-05T20:06:39.612+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">mãe,</span> você me repete</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> : você precisa matar seu pai, você precisa matar seu pai. não. está fora de questão, sentem e conversem, os dois juntos, tantos anos depois. sobre mim, sobre vocês.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">façam um blog</span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, que sei eu, </span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">uma máquina de falar</span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><b><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XzG3grcwPVzR-WeQkLgrIbaA6Wm5bmi3FNWOVYkeYI3ydpo8hQeD-bnexSHBdp-zpFDUhHKA7CVnphB15BB-1XYj9t32mQqr3OM4Np3yDLCWyNGiPoUr8SLnyMpHgsxSHBK5pzLK7AZ8/s400/nazi-murderer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445202186958412594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sobre essas histórias engasgadas pelas tantas </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">anistias</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">armistícios</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">interditos</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, e </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">doenças degenerativas</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> a que nos acostumamos. mãe, </span><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">eu tenho a objetiva no limite da subjetividade, eu tenho a arma e não vou disparar</span></u></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. ora, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">você me pergunta</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> : como não ? por que não ? que história é essa ? ora, mamãe, porque não é mais surpresa, a <i>violência</i>, o </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">silêncio</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, o </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">tédio</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, o </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">medo</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, os </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">anos '40</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, os </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">anos '60</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, é a <i>nossa história</i>, eu sei, coisas da experência [</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a inocência ! a inocência !<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">].</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> porque posso sentir toda essa memória <i>clandestina</i>, essa <i>marginália</i> que vocês devem ter vivido com seus pais ha tanto tempo, como se inscrita na minha própria <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vida secreta</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> [</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a adolescência ! a adolescência !</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">]. porque sinto <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">poder tocá-la dos meus dedos brancos, é só meter a mão pelo forro do meu bolso de menino reservado <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[<i>oh, shhht !</i>] e sabê-la <i>exatamente onde estranhamente sempre esteve.</i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> porque sinto poder acariciá-la ao meu prazer, sentir sua </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">textura</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> específica, seu </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">peso</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, sua </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">profundidade</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> porque sinto que poderia quase ler meu nome completo gravado [<i>em alemão, letras góticas</i>] numa </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">bala</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> em seu tambor :</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">você vê, Mãe ? você me vê ? disparando à queima roupa ? "le mythe est une parole", Roland Barthes, 1958.</span></span></div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-44305555337375534162010-02-28T22:30:00.010+01:002010-03-05T19:02:01.725+01:00<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 64.0px Georgia"><i> <!--StartFragment--> </i></p><i><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:169.35pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:96px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:64px;"><b> <!--StartFragment--> </b></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><b><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:96px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:7;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:96px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:96px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:96px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:96px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 96px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">blow</span></span></p></span></span></span></span></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:72.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Times;mso-bidi-font-family: Times;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">up !</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">tiens, te voici : </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">n'est-ce pas le </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">paradoxe du souci </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">? </span></span></span></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy8sxQ2XuGCtPA6CaV-8d6Ltvym87xgNRKvXnaeh37-K9V_tRbfauJ8dQ6FuaIGbxxCVGqxcaSjDH-K8jDhAg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></span></span></p><p></p></b></span></span></i><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">« </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">n’avais-je pas de quoi m’occuper plus utilement, après ce que je venais d’entendre ? le fait est que je ne commençais pas encore à prendre cette affaire au sérieux. et j’en suis d’autant plus étonné qu’une telle insouciance n’était pas de mon caractère</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> [</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">você calcula o quanto isso é verdade, não ?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">]. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">ou était-ce afin de me ménager encore quelques instants de calme qu’instinctivement j’évitais de réfléchir ?</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> », </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Samuel Beckett</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, 1951.</span></span></p>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-54785311940549549682010-02-28T22:28:00.003+01:002010-03-05T20:04:13.131+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><b></b></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"<b>lucía</b>, assim que nos despedimos naquela esquina da lagoa rodrigo de freitas liguei para a Mariana. ela não atendeu, por isso lhe enviei um email explicando que tinha ligado e que queria muito vê-la enquanto estivesse no rio. [</span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">terça-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2010, 13:49:12</span></span></i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">] não tem conteúdo, é só um convite à conversa. não foi respondido. tudo bem, cada coisa a seu tempo. quanto ao nosso encontro, ele foi fundamental porque não teve a menor importância. não tenho dúvida quanto a isso. um grande beijo, muito bom falar contigo, mesmo". <b>dani</b>.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">nous voici, donc, un an après ; or vous le savez, sûrement,</span> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">« </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">le changement d’objet ne fait pas forcément disparaître, bien loin de là, l’objet sexuel — l’objet sexuel accentué comme tel, peut venir au jour dans la sublimation. le jeu sexuel le plus cru peut-être l’objet d’une poésie, sans que celle-ci en perde pour autant une visée sublimante </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">»</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jacques Lacan</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, 1959-60</span></span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">]</span></span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"<b>dani</b>, faz um tempo me ocorreu que se a gente vai ter algum tipo de relação, ela não pode ser pacífica. enquanto houver negação do barulho, do que não se reduz ao diálogo, ao entendimento, à bandeira branca, todos os nossos encontros parecerão falsos. só o desentendimento pode fazer jus ao que fomos. a solução não é procurar a calmaria, mas lidar com o desconforto. ele é a possibilidade do nosso encontro. [</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">terça-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2009 1:54:30</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">] impossível reinventar o nosso mundo, a sua impenetrabilidade foi uma conversão súbita e irreversível. amei demais, para além da conta, e fui amada. o resto é exegese. é ?" <b>luiza</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b></b></p><b><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333333"></p></b><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div></div></div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-19814297372298882262010-02-28T22:27:00.013+01:002010-03-05T19:46:40.486+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ora, fico cá pensando [</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">o menino é um filósofo !</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">], sozinho em meu quarto [</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">é uma alma solitária !</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">], não é essa a mesma condição, do </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">amor</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> e da </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">história</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ? a ponderação minuciosa do </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">silêncio</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> das coisas, do nosso próprio silêncio, da </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">violência</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> estrutural dos homens, da nossa própria violência ? a insistência quase mecânica sobre as pequenas </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">lacunas</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> do discurso, sobre as nossas próprias lacunas ? a consciência aguda da reversibilidade das </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">relações</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, das nossas próprias relações ? da inocência </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sem limites</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> de um (suposto) amor puro e da violência </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sem limites</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> da (alegada) inocência ?</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvi1OU3oz2zPrcI8AfyJnkrz50irDu-Ol4i2ItEn194xDuwpkHt6aedToxJxr3_1kSchegP0z_cHpUend9sfFdmACeXodLw_eEyyg5jY82mfpddlhTN2umAZ_F1mpmBq6Js05zClVa8eG/s400/luiza+espelho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445186083513559266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">mas é demasiado <b>abstrato</b> : não seria isso então, isso de </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">contar</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> ? isso de </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">narrar</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> ? isso de </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">mostrar</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> ? de aprender à mostrar do dedo, isso de querer abrir os olhos, de se abrir ao prazer de ver e ser visto, isso de se poder dizer, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">daqui</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, mas pra </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">todo mundo</span></i> </span></p></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;font-size:16.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-size:43px;">voici ! te voici, me voici, vous voici, nous voici ! </span></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-38511978862093405662010-02-28T22:11:00.001+01:002010-03-01T19:58:53.679+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7QaQZaL9WQkvwyoXNCQ-kJyFdlK2Lk_L5dZO1SYGgKU5w2cEYVBQlukJ1lNF1mt6WXuL738i_hyECtVGVf7w3QI2u191VcG2QDxXkYMZZEHMyjaKXmC-cMLzg4eN3ePbT4AO5QgruIdO/s1600-h/brigitte_bardot2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7QaQZaL9WQkvwyoXNCQ-kJyFdlK2Lk_L5dZO1SYGgKU5w2cEYVBQlukJ1lNF1mt6WXuL738i_hyECtVGVf7w3QI2u191VcG2QDxXkYMZZEHMyjaKXmC-cMLzg4eN3ePbT4AO5QgruIdO/s320/brigitte_bardot2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443503468383978706" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">pai, a gente toda se ama, trai, se distrai, dança, se entedia, foge, constrói, muda, espera, é torturada, tortura, nasce, morre, no pau de arara, na geladeira, nos porões da ditadura, nos campos de concentração, tem ganas de pegar numa arma e atirar no primeiro com que cruzar na rua, de atirar contra a própria testa. e pronto, o ultimo buraco. mas é a vida que segue, e o mesmo Serge Gainsbourg, filhinho complexado de judeus imigrantes russos, há de querer um dia s<i>e prendre un flingue</i> ('58) na merda de uma fita para <i>scopitone</i> rodada no metrô parisiense e no outro ('67) comer a Brigitte Bardot, e dizer :</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"j'aime les femmes en tant qu'objet, les belle femmes, les mannequins, les modèles. c'est le peintre qui revient en moi, je ne leur dit jamais je t'aime".</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">[uma outra forma de amor, malgré tout].</div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-19526299680665743872010-02-28T22:10:00.007+01:002010-03-01T19:13:06.114+01:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-hyphenate:auto;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:21px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:19px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:19px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:19px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:21.0pt;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">eh voilà, mon gars : depuis, les </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">villes ouvertes</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> se renferment dans les trous de leurs métropolitains, et hop, c’est </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">l’ennui</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. on jette pas mal de </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">morts</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> dans pas mal de trous, par ci par là, et du coup, c’est </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">l’oubli</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. depuis, c'est toute </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">l'Europe</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> qui revient à la maison, à pied, en bus, en train, j’sais pas moi, mais juste à temps de se mettre dans quelqu’autre trou, à l'abri de la terreur atomique, et nécessairement, là, c’est la </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">peur</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">[ou alors on change tout, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">vite</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, de nom, d’adresse, de foi, d’idéologie, on se casse quoi, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ailleurs</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, mais vraiment ailleurs, tout en espérant, — au fond de son cœur et de sa valise, tu sais, c’est pareil —, de ne pas avoir à se retrouver, de </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">l’autre</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> côté du monde, face aux mêmes merdes qu’on a dû fuire et faire pour être encore </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">là</span></i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, dans ce train, dans ce bateau, dans ce bus</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">].</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-64614020623516818802010-02-28T19:29:00.001+01:002010-03-05T19:39:54.241+01:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">EXTRA, EXTRA : </span></span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">voici, messieurs dames,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> la vie qui suit, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">l’invention de l’ennui ! Paris sans les nazis, oh, que c’est chiant…</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-family:Times, serif;">mais non, ni radio ni cinema, l'histoire à venir s'affichera sur un Sco-pi-to-ne !</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><object height="261" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xoxan&colors=special:9000FF;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xoxan&colors=special:9000FF;" width="320" height="261" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;font-family:Times, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">putain, un quoi ?</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> pués este invento de la era del ócio no era más que una máquina de discos acompañados con una película de 16 mm y le propusieron grabar la primera cinta al hombre que había revolucionado la canción francesa. en el año </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1958 </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">se grabó, en la linea 3 del metro de Paris, a Serge Gainsbourg para dar imagen al tema </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">le poinconneur des </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">lilas</span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, pour</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> invalides </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">changez</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">à</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> opera.</span></i></b></div><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="FR" style="font-family:Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div></div></div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-33806276930899014092010-02-28T19:28:00.010+01:002010-03-01T19:05:11.613+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">plano-sequência [</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">duração</span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"> : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">aproximadamente 3 anos]</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">voltar, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">esboço</span>.</span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">"rentre où ?". "n'importe, </span></span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">en pologne, à paris, à rio". "t'es pas sérieux ! non. </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">comment ? </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">à pied ? en train ? en bus ? en bateau ?</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;">[surement pas en metrô, surement pas à Paris : </span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;">inutilisée en service commercial depuis 1939, la station porte des lilas - voie navette (reliant la ligne 3 à la 7) a été reconvertie en plateau de tournage pour la publicité et le cinéma, le tournage dans les stations du métro ouvertes au public étant trop contraignant, vu la trop courte interruption nocturne ne permettant pas leur utilisation]. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">à Paris depuis, on s'embête, à Paris depuis, on s'amuse, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Paris c'est une fête !</span></span></span></span></span></div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-34384952705716568912010-02-28T19:26:00.083+01:002010-03-01T18:42:13.032+01:00<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443716996333106274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERi6xi-ssrewk3reNxFnLmd6tVLMUWulS1qeik6gobL7RHSNHRqlC96dlk6e1e0M-P1n6PaBupmj_NSb0RcG7b94qI_WsbIl2o65zZvDZUeet-dLgcM5VEKVsJ8MNZoqgaQ56XslPhsej/s320/old_camera.jpg" style="float: right; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 315px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85px; font-style: italic;">— et après ?</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oui, on nous a pris en photo, on est là, on est encore là, je veux dire, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">en voici l'indice</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. mais bon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, à partir d'un moment donné, il faut se le dire, on se sait plus rien, personne sait plur rien, personne n'a plus rien vu, et du coup on se retrouve à bricoler des faux souvenirs, à manier des dates qu'on n'a pas vécu soi-même, en essayant de combler ces absences pénibles par nos propres vies, par nos propres récits. c'est bien entendu, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">impossible</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. c’est peut-être </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">débile</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, c’est même </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">désespéré,</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> je vous entende déjà dire, mais bon, voici, c’est tout ce qu’on a :</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><div><div dire="" style="text-align: justify;" styleje="" veux=""><i><br />
</i></div><div dire="" style="text-align: justify;" styleje="" veux=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">une photo ne fait pas un album toute seule.</span></i></b></span></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, serif;"> </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, serif;"></span></i></div></div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-84164301388523017592010-02-27T21:08:00.006+01:002010-02-27T21:43:25.825+01:00<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8YI5aAIl_jUFRBHnhCej8qIj7tNLB977E_pdVAg4pFY7CUfRi3eZWiXxLRYAs0LzO5uFl2wGVQ0OjCHSc5mjJuMSVl5ajVh8oxd3RDIK3n0oJWPHjy-iptuc48HpWC5afnR2xEzNDXVQ/s400/v%C3%B4+mautahause+cara+apagada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432317502967457794" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 67px;"> <!--StartFragment--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:50.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode"; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR">1945</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:36.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode"; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"> </span><!--EndFragment--> </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e ninguém sabe de nada.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">em 5 de maio, o complexo de Gusen-Mauthausen é o último a ser libertado pelas tropas do 3º Exército dos Estados Unidos, que desarmam os policiais e se retirarm em seguida. a</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">lguns prisioneiros morrem ao ingerir a comida enlatada americana. embora a grande maioria dos oficiais SS já tivessem fugido, os cerca de 30 restantes do pessoal de apoio que ainda restavam foram linchados aí mesmo pelos prisioneiros.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div> <!--EndFragment--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:24.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:48.0pt;color:#333333;">[<i>mitológica<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"> </span></i></span></u></p><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">: meu avô assistido a isso ? meu avô teria feito isso ?]</span></span></span></span></span></span></div></span>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-89275143033390687512010-02-27T20:43:00.019+01:002010-02-27T21:25:43.657+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"><b>coordenadas</b> : junho de 1940, meus avós deixam o campo provisório <i>Stallag VII-A</i>. [partem de Görlitz com a família, por trem, suponho].</p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbgn2uVRTkZU13ag5vln6MyzbGxZa2o2wbzhpsGasN2o8PjjwWYnIUTK7LO0fPbF1bT5WR8yMUqrf7Vt45MbxFzhyphenhyphen8g-UoMJeUtZYMhsvWvejM1odb-IwWPQHQpAi202LldqZgTLZkLFg/s400/eu+e+v%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443017306261579666" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><u><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US;font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">e depois ?</span></span></u></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">de julho de 40 até 45 ? [vovó : Auschwitz-Birkenau, 4 invernos ? ]</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">de 45 até 48 ? [reencontram-se. onde ? quem está faltando ?] </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia; color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">de 48 até dezembro de 1985 ? [leme, rio de janeiro]</span></p><p color="#333333" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia; "><br /></p><!--StartFragment--><p color="#333333" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia; "><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Times;mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode";mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12.0pt;"><b><i>mardi 20</i></b></span></u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode";mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12.0pt;"><b><i> août</i></b></span><b><i>, 1940, le premier train de la déportation part de la France.</i></b></p></span></div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-36579949907093932492010-02-27T16:59:00.016+01:002010-02-27T20:32:10.726+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Times;">indicações para cena 2</span></i><span style="font-family:Times;"> [<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">cenário</b> : São Paulo, Rua São Carlos do Pinhal. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">evento</b> : captura de elemento subversivo. <b>tecnica</b> : travelling rápido]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uysJHlC-nfbDI5yg9xRVgwdieQFciKNZxnNU9n_ybs1kL88HgGuKLBDJMGUG4zG-srY77A9C3mY1d-1muyeV7tP781Glw2d9gybgPRmjN_3ouGmjZBZxmXfCJvK7HMu6sjNrjSmdrohU/s320/Cinema+for+oncoming+train+4+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442998597773082962" /></span></div><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode";mso-bidi-font-variant:small-caps; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12.0pt;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode";mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:Tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-variant: small-caps; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">pai </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">: </span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode";mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:Tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“nesse momento dois policiais me pegaram pelas costas e um </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Times; font-family:Times;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">deles me apontou uma pistola para o peito; fui algemado e colocado no chão de uma caminhonete, que seguiu em velocidade, com a sirene ligada para a OBAN”.</span></span></b></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode";mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:Tahoma;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Times; font-family:Times;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;"><b><i>mercredi 12</i></b></span></u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;"><b><i> février, 1940, les nazis commencent à déporter les juifs allemands vers la Pologne.</i></b></span></span></span></b></i></span></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-50824178791212861282010-02-27T16:42:00.001+01:002010-02-27T21:29:11.365+01:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i><span style=" ;font-size:36pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">corte</span></span></i><span style=" ;font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> : paralelismo histórico, edição dinâmica</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">. say, vertov ? </span></span><span lang="FR" style=" ;font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">non, plutôt futuristes italiens, 1916. item 13 - EQUIVALENCES LINEAIRES PLASTIQUES, CHROMATIQUES, ETC. d'hommes, femmes, événements, pensées, musiques, sentiments, poids, odeurs, bruits CINEMATOGRAPHIQUES (nous donnerons, avec des lignes rose sur blanc, le rythme intérieur et le rythme physique d'un mari qui surprend sa femme adultère et poursuit l'amant - rythme de l'âme et rythme des jambes).</span></span></p>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-70676086542320360832010-02-27T15:22:00.013+01:002010-02-27T19:30:57.689+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNicSCGyGT_K6Qfy-PS01CimW-qruKrAATT6jrbxkpfSJXTGnRSJ5G0k3RExe0nGbMfThebuu-azDtSCGDuiIS6lylIGfUVj5a0OChRDLkO2YlbkAgjn_kvw-VUZduxXwwv7HK07P6VZl/s1600-h/old+cinema+camera+5.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNicSCGyGT_K6Qfy-PS01CimW-qruKrAATT6jrbxkpfSJXTGnRSJ5G0k3RExe0nGbMfThebuu-azDtSCGDuiIS6lylIGfUVj5a0OChRDLkO2YlbkAgjn_kvw-VUZduxXwwv7HK07P6VZl/s400/old+cinema+camera+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442948250918390690" /></a><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Times; "><i>F<b>rench Things are Cool. </b></i></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Times; "><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Times; "><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Times; "><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Times; "><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Times; "><i><b>Old French Things are Cool. French Films are Cool. Therefore, Old, French Films are Really Really Cool.</b></i></p> <p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Times; "><b>Ancient French Saying</b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: right; font: 16.0px Times"><br /></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times, serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">la totalité de la ligne 11, sur laquelle se trouve la station Porte-des-Lilas, située à grande profondeur, est réquisitionnée le <u>vendredi 12</u> mai 1944 après les durs bombardements de l'ensemble du secteur nord des installations de la CMP [compagnie du chemin de fer métropolitain de paris], notamment l'atelier central de Championnet et les ateliers de Saint-Ouen, pour y installer des ateliers de réparation de la Wehrmacht. or, dès 1940, la dénonciation des résistants, communistes ou francs-maçons était déjà incentivée, tandis que les juifs n'avaient le droit de monter que dans le dernier wagon de la rame. </div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times, serif;"> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p></span> <!--EndFragment-->Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-507934290959954402010-02-27T00:44:00.000+01:002010-02-26T23:08:35.040+01:00<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:48px;"><i> <!--StartFragment--> </i></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:7;"><i><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 64px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:48.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Times;mso-ansi-language: EN-US">no papa, radio will become CI-NE-MA !</span><span lang="FR" style="font-size:48.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Times;mso-ansi-language: FR"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </i></span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1PxpYWovHwFheB5cUbWv5nwqPbIcN-YUBxSGHIo0nrvq-5Kaa7XNZaDGXjUg7Mcu9m9oaoqj6lJvhFORDQUpGvbdr9_HCopD3dKxLMZmutIpDHeEQkzkAvqqdZ7rMohZbxYDpzmAVE4F/s1600-h/adolf_hitler_in_paris_1940a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1PxpYWovHwFheB5cUbWv5nwqPbIcN-YUBxSGHIo0nrvq-5Kaa7XNZaDGXjUg7Mcu9m9oaoqj6lJvhFORDQUpGvbdr9_HCopD3dKxLMZmutIpDHeEQkzkAvqqdZ7rMohZbxYDpzmAVE4F/s400/adolf_hitler_in_paris_1940a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442671613266245506" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><u><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR;font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">14 juin </span></span></u><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language:FR;font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">: aucune parution de journaux à Paris. pour informer les quelques Parisiens encore présents en ville, des voitures diffusent des messages par haut-parleur. le message commence ainsi : « Les troupes allemandes occupent Paris ».</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:21px;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-bidi-font-variant:small-caps;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;">dad </span><span lang="EN-US" style=" font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;">: they’re not shooting history down there, there are shooting people !<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps; ">son</span> : isn’t it the magic of the movies, papa ? that delightful ambiguity of things ? that strange pleasure of the eyes ?</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US;font-family:Times;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-29230509702209216982010-02-27T00:05:00.002+01:002010-02-26T23:12:01.499+01:00<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 13.0px Times; color: #333333"><i></i></p><i><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 37.0px Georgia; color: #333333">entr'acte : 1940</p></i><p></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 13.0px Times; color: #333333"><i>"...après sa première campagne victorieuse, Hitler se tourne vers l'ouest, mais rien ne se passe sur ce front pendant plusieurs mois. retranchés derrière la ligne </i>Maginot<i>, les alliés attendent l'assaut des forces allemandes elles-mêmes retranchées derrière la </i><span style="font: 13.0px Georgia"><i>ligne </i>Siegfried.</span><i> c'est un conflit sans combats majeurs si ce n'est quelques escarmouches de patrouilles de reconnaissance…</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Times; color: #333333"><i>drôle de guerre, pourrait-on dire, et tout à coup… ! </i>[<b>juin] vendredi 14. entrée des <i>blindés</i> de Rommel et Guderian dans une Paris vidée, dans une Paris <i>ville ouverte".</i></b></p>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-49406646394200363022010-02-26T16:41:00.026+01:002010-02-26T22:43:11.926+01:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">indicações para cena</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">1</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> [</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">cenário</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> : Europa oriental, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">evento </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">: ofensiva de setembro].</span></span></span></p><!--StartFragment--> <!--EndFragment--> </span></span><p></p> <img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsM3alEH6hUUmYJ3Mnt7wqqxK9SmNCCzlzAS9ieDcLIEfzWgF9HDd0GHgrK3ln07g3uK5K6vHcLMsNoJ9DnLMyxzTMW5R9SrSDctM_Fbab19-x8v0VK_EypenDpaic01rvvkE3l0Ykkik/s320/av%C3%B4+e+bisav%C3%B4+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442654604365546530" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><u><span style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">sábado 16</span></span></u><span style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, a cidade de Varsóvia é cercada pelo exercito alemão. </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">domingo 17</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, a União Soviética invade a Polônia pelo fronte do leste — o governo polonês, resistente, refugia-se atrás das linhas de oposição romenas. </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">quinta-feira 28</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, face à pressão soviética, os mesmos dirigentes vêem-se obrigados à mudar-se para Paris. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><u><span style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">sexta-feira 29</span></span></u><span style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">, uma Polônia atônita capitula frente aos invasores.</span></span></span></span></p><!--StartFragment--> <!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">radio</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">: </span></span><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Georgia;font-size:16.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">"Poland has collapsed ! I repeat : this Friday, September 29, 1939, Poland has collapsed".</span></span></i></b></p> <!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment-->Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-72039594024644776252010-02-26T02:49:00.013+01:002010-02-26T03:15:45.864+01:00<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442343190737734946" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XHH7_K9j1SZ4HpB3QF764mc-tHF5fzQXzoGzuUoVlr3gsjZPR9Hcpr1XSqalB00LOq4kJpV2q5-hApEbsf9JstyW4zW0o31wMbHJ-iVhkXesAWdmlOdHZAZLxrtY_LTrQZ_FvuHm_aCA/s320/pg6p31.jpg" style="float: right; height: 251px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 320px;" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Tahoma, serif;font-size:7;color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 37px; font-weight: 900;"><i> <!--StartFragment--><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-size:28.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode";mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR">trilha :</span></i></b></i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 55, 100); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">you're listening to history in the making, son ! and you don’t even really need to do anything, we're just staying here, quiet, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: 800;font-size:35px;color:#543a62;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">listening to the beautiful sound of history in the making, son !</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:#543A62;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 55, 100); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: 800;color:#543a62;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">terça-feira 5</span></span></u></i></b><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, os Estados-Unidos declaram sua neutralidade, a França lança-se numa ofensiva menor na região de Sarrebruc afim de aliviar o front polonês.</span></span></i></b></span></span></span></div></span></span>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-63422516832804612482010-02-25T23:10:00.011+01:002010-02-26T20:27:34.775+01:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-variant: small-caps; font-family:Times, serif;font-size:29px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:48px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">narrativa </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-variant: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><u><span style="font-family:Times;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">domingo 3</span></span></i></b></span></u><span style="font-family:Times;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">. Adolf Hitler, ainda que surpreso com a reação do ocidente, rejeita o ultimato formulado por estes países — a </span></span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">guerra</span></span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> é declarada pela França, Inglaterra, Austrália e Nova-Zelândia.</span></span></i></b></span></span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-12709780059453756602010-02-25T21:48:00.028+01:002010-02-26T21:46:55.963+01:00<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGQ60jm5nlJKStS3j2SGJLy8tMT7jrvkYgIBcc-KYU5sOVFVLzmGkFa7FcIJWa59xs6WCWadSgMZIeWApGClvPm3TvY68oGt-4zSI0WI184hN1iAUyUxI5jDmUBBzYLjvaWL8AI1TB0uV/s320/55910.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442306726148134082" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">here, in the quiet of our home, come the sounds of actual battles overseas. the thunder of big guns. the roar of bombers. the voices of statesmen and generals — and GI Joes at the foxhole at the front...</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">setembro, 1939: <u><span style="font-family:Times; mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode";mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12.0pt;"><b><i>"s</i></b><b><i>exta-feira 1</i></b></span></u><span style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode"; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:Tahoma;font-size:12.0pt;"><b><i>, a Polônia é invadida pela Alemanha com blindados </i></b><b>Panzer</b><b><i>, a cavalaria polonesa é pega de surpresa, os governos francês e inglês reagem prontamente — é declarada a </i></b><b>mobilização geral<i> !"</i></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">...as I was saying, son, history today unfold before a microphone. radio has done away with space and time. radio future will be greater than its past.</p><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455163340218494312.post-73506682061668510342010-02-23T23:11:00.035+01:002010-02-24T18:15:05.902+01:00<div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PHEDRE : </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">voyons</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> un peu cette vérité si fragile.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 16.0px Georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">SOCRATE : je n’ose guère t’en offrir l’amusement…</span></p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoRbm_0LA-Cxwj80OkuHFmhR6Zm61PbnjNMho8sbF2UIgV7h2AeIbYAY_VUX5w7_8K5LQgiwU-N4npzN8THT3RZuqkViy9QLH2w2qP18dFilfZbFGhLYIMwp4pMJY5S_lqSj4ICA1onMC/s1600-h/camer+nu.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoRbm_0LA-Cxwj80OkuHFmhR6Zm61PbnjNMho8sbF2UIgV7h2AeIbYAY_VUX5w7_8K5LQgiwU-N4npzN8THT3RZuqkViy9QLH2w2qP18dFilfZbFGhLYIMwp4pMJY5S_lqSj4ICA1onMC/s320/camer+nu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441571623277703634" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 96px;"><i> <!--StartFragment--><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:72.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 37.0pt;font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode"; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR">ro</span></i></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 96px;"><i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:72.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 37.0pt;font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode"; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR">tei</span></i></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 96px;"><i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:72.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 37.0pt;font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:"Lucida Sans Unicode"; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR">ro</span></i><!--EndFragment--> </i></span></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">[para oswald de andrade]</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PHEDRE : mais c’est toi qui l’as proposé !</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="FR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">SOCRATE : oui, je la croyais la plus honorable à exposer… mais à mesure que je m’approche, et me trouvant tout près de la dire, la </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">pudeur</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> me saisit, et je ressens quelque vergogne à te faire connaître cette naïve production de mon âge d’or.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="FR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PHEDRE : quel amour-propre ! tu oublies que nous sommes ombres… que nous sommes bien morts...</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--></div>Daniel Jablonskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044993875073983525noreply@blogger.com1