quarta-feira, 15 de outubro de 2014

domingo, 12 de outubro de 2014

domingo, 5 de outubro de 2014

René Marie, Bolero / Suzanne


"people don't really sit down and think very hard" - Interview with David Malouf


because we have lived through this day with him.

"Shukhov has no reason in the world to be happy. The conditions of his life constitute the most terrible form we can imagine of modern misery: a prisoner of the state in the wastes of Siberia with no rights of any kind; reduced to a number in a camp; freezing, half-starved and with little hope of seeing out his sentence. But as we see him at the end of his day, settling down to sleep and preparing for the next of his three thousand, six hundred and fifty-three days of forced labour, he is happy and he tells us so. For all the conditions that have been created - deliberately, officially - to break his spirit and keep him miserable, he is 'content,' as so many of us who enjoy the good life and ought to be are not.
Unlikely as it may seem, Shukhov is our perfect example of the happy man. And we understand his state, and believe him when he tells us he is happy, because we have lived through this day with him.
Fiction, with its preference for what is small and might elsewhere seem irrelevant; its facility for smuggling us into another skin and allowing us to live a new life there; its painstaking devotion to what without it might go unnoticed and unseen; its respect for contingency, and the unlikely and odd; its willingness to expose itself to moments of low, almost animal being and make them nobly illuminating, can deliver truths we might not otherwise stumble on.
Shukhov is not happy because he has solved the problem of 'how to live' - the life he lives is too provisional, to makeshift for that. Or because, as the classical schools would have put it, he has achived self-contaiment, self-sufficiency. Quite the opposite.
What he achives, briefly, intermittently, is moments of self-fulfilment, something different and more accessible, more democratic we might call it, than self-containment. But he achives it only at moments.
He is happy now - who can know what tomorrow or the day after will do to him? He his happy within limits - and this may be a clue to what makes happiness possible for him, or for any of us."
 David Malouf, The Happy Life - The Search for Contentment in the Modern World, Chatto & Windus, 2011, pp.92-94)


 (Para a Daniela!)

sexta-feira, 3 de outubro de 2014

Le cyclope Polypheme, de Annibale Carracci


Por sugestão de Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu, onde se pode ler:  

"... the titan Thing from the stars slavered and gibbered like Polypheme cursing the fleeing ship of Odysseus. Then, bolder than the storied Cyclops, great Cthulhu slid greasily into the water and began to pursue with vast wave-raising strokes of cosmic potency."

quarta-feira, 1 de outubro de 2014