OPHELIE

2007-03-06T16:20:00.000Z

Ophelie is dead.

I’ve killed her with a bucket.

Time

2007-02-01T20:24:00.000Z

2007-02-01T20:22:00.000Z

O tempo
o pássaro
iluminado
corre veloz
na minha sombra
e eu embriago-me
d'enganos
aleitando
a dor
nula
enraiveço
nula
a dor
aleitando
d'enganos
embriago-me
e eu
na minha sombra
veloz
corre
iluminado
o pássaro

Patricia Lopes "Tempo"

"When you grow up", Milk

2007-02-01T20:20:00.000Z

2007-02-01T20:19:00.000Z

Beautiful short from Milk called "When you grow up". It uses still photography instead of video. But unlike "Manquer ", this short takes place in the world of fairytale and effects. A coming of age story told within a conversation between parents.

Será?

2007-02-01T19:50:00.001Z

2007-02-01T19:38:00.000Z

Será que ainda me resta tempo contigo,
ou já te levam balas de um qualquer inimigo.
Será que soube dar-te tudo o que querias,
ou deixei-me morrer lento, no lento morrer dos dias.
Será que fiz tudo que podia fazer,
ou fui mais um cobarde, não quis ver sofrer.
Será que lá longe ainda o céu é azul,
ou já o negro cinzento confunde Norte com Sul.
Será que a tua pele ainda é macia,
ou é a mão que me treme, sem ardor nem magia.
será que ainda te posso valer,
ou já a noite descobre a dor que encobre o prazer.
Será que é de febre este fogo,
este grito cruel que da lebre faz lobo.
Será que amanhã ainda existe para ti,
ou ao ver-te nos olhos te beijei e morri.
Será que lá fora os carros passam ainda,
ou as estrelas caíram e qualquer sorte é bem-vinda.
Será que a cidade ainda está como dantes
ou cantam fantasmas e bailam gigantes.
Será que o sol se põe do lado do mar,
ou a luz que me agarra é sombra de luar.
Será que as casas cantam e as pedras do chão,
ou calou-se a montanha, rendeu-se o vulcão.
Será que sabes que hoje é Domingo,
ou os dias não passam, são anjos caindo.
Será que me consegues ouvir
ou é tempo que pedes quando tentas sorrir.
Será que sabes que te trago na voz,
que o teu mundo é o meu mundo e foi feito por nós.
Será que te lembras da cor do olhar
quando juntos a noite não quer acabar.
Será que sentes esta mão que te agarra
que te prende com a força do mar contra a barra.
Será que consegues ouvir-me dizer
que te amo tanto quanto noutro dia qualquer.
Eu sei que tu estarás sempre por mim
Não há noite sem dia, nem dia sem fim.
Eu sei que me queres, e me amas também
me desejas agora como nunca ninguém.
Não partas então, não me deixes sozinho
Vou beijar o teu chão e chorar o caminho.
Será,
Será,
Será!

Pedro Abrunhosa

"I want you (but I can't)", Joëlle Bitton

2007-02-01T19:32:00.000Z

2007-02-01T19:31:00.000Z

I Want You (But I Can't) is a video collage. Concept: "Hundreds of movies, of representations and of staged stories absorbed during the pre-adolescence and the adolescence have shaped the form of my ideal man, have slowly built and conditioned my desire and my libido. These images have imprisoned me in a love relationship forever fantasized and unresolved. We called them impostors those who in the street looked like them and were as well out of reach. Yet, between Clark Gable and Fred Astaire, there’s no meeting point: if only just the game of love played so that it transcends them both into objects of desire to take, to possess and finally to anticipate for a better self transfer. This project consists in traveling back in time and in coming back to those moments of movies that have crystallized everything for me. This is a video collage that aims to show the mechanism of fixation and maybe to take it apart in restaging almost in a reiterated way what is at stake in the desire and the frustration. This is the history of cinema, of pop music, of Hollywood, and of a spectator without distance".Video excerpt only.

I Shall Not Care

2007-02-01T01:42:00.000Z

2007-02-01T01:38:00.000Z

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.

Sara Teasdale

O plágio de Vasco Araújo

2007-01-30T18:56:00.000Z

2007-01-30T18:00:00.000Z

A terceira edição do BesPhoto no CCB em Lisboa apresenta o trabalho do "artista" Vasco Araújo. Através da sua obra "Trabalhos para nada" Vasco Araújo fala-nos da perda, de problemas neurológicos e dá-nos uma visão daquilo que somos. Curiosamente, apresenta também um plágio ao romance "O Inominável" (1958) de Samuel Beckett que passo a citar:

"Estas coisas que digo, que vou dizer, se puder, já não são, ou ainda não são, ou nunca foram, ou nunca serão, ou, se foram, se são, se forem, não foram aqui, não são aqui, não serão aqui, mas noutro lado qualquer"

Ts, ts... Sr. Vasco. Já deveria saber que quando se cita um artista se devem usar aspas.

The thirth edition of Besphoto in CCB, Lisbon presents the work of the "artist" Vasco Araújo. Through is work called "Works for nothing" Vasco Araújo talks about loss, neurological problems and gives us a glance of what we are. Curiously, he also presents a plagiarism of Samuel Beckett's romance "The Unnameable" (1958) witch I can quote here in portuguese:

Ts, ts...Mr.Vasco. You should know that when we quote an artist we should use quotations marks.

Run, butterfly!

2007-01-22T02:26:00.001Z

2007-01-22T02:05:00.000Z

Foge, borboleta!
Os homens aproximam-se,
os seus exércitos

Run, butterfly!
Men are coming,
their armies

Cours, papillon!
Les hommes s’ approchent,
leurs armées

¡Corre, mariposa!
Los hombres se acercan,
sus ejércitos

طيري الفراشة أيّتها
جيوشهم و الرّجال إنّ
يقتربون

Corri, farfalla!
Gli uomini s'avvicinano,
i loro eserciti

Flieh, Schmetterling!
Die Männer nähern sich,
ihre Armeen

Alearga, fluture!
Barbatii se apropie,
armatele lor

Haast je weg,
Vlinder de mannen rukken op,
met hun legers

Corre, papallona!
Els homes s'acosten,
els seus exèrcits.

Beži metulj!
Ljudje se približujejo,
njihove vojske

Flugu, papilieto!
La homoj alproksimas,
iliaj armeoj.

Бегај, пеперутке!
Доаѓаат мажите,
нивните армии.

Bėk, drugeli!
Žmonės artėja,
jų armijos

Lon, kapelka, lon!
Den s'ma é kon,
den srudati

Vlieg, vlinder, vlieg!
Mannen in uniform,
naderen

Bjezi, leptiru,
Muskarci nailaze,
njihove vojske!

Corri, o farfà
Chì si avvicina l’ omu cù
e so armate

Vrapo flutur
burrat po vijne
ushtria a tyre

Bay di buóm oi!
Con nguòi dên gân,
quân dôi cuà ho.

Bezi, leptiru!
Ljudi, gle, stizu,
vojske njihove

Бягай, пеперудке!
Хората идват
Със своите армии!

Kaç kelebek, kaç!
Geliyorlar insanlar,
Ordulari.

Juokse, perhonen!
Miehet lähestyvät,
heidän armeijansa

Fuxe, bolboreta!
Eis veñen os homes,
seus exércitos

Zoaz arin-arin, pinpilinpauxa,
Gizonak elkartzen doaz,
gudalosteak, aldiz

Fjäril, flyg din väg!
Människorna närmar sig,
deras arméer

Fuss! Pillangó
Az emberek jönnek
Seregestül

Fuje maripousa!
Ls homes acercan-se,
ls sou mlitares

Casimiro de Brito, 2006

Godlove Museum, A. Harvey & M. Samyn

2007-01-18T03:31:00.001Z

2007-01-18T03:06:00.000Z

The Godlove Museum is a series of web-based artworks that mix the personal lives of the authors and political and social commentary with the mythical texts of the Bible.

From joyous celebration of creation and the discovery of divine love, over the hardships of marrying personal fantasies with harsh realities and the cynical symmetry between a socalled Book of Love and the War on Terror, to its painful conclusion in death.

Originally made for web 1.0 by renowned net.artists Auriea Harvey and Michaël Samyn (Entropy8Zuper!), these works were entirely remade as a atandalone application in 2006.

In 2000 the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art award them with the one and only Prize for Excellence in online art.

Genesis (1999),

Exodus (1999),

Leviticus (2000),

Numbers (2002),

Deuteronomy (2006)

2007-01-12T19:31:00.000Z

2007-01-12T19:18:00.000Z

The truth belongs to nobody , just
merely to whom it is capable of understanding it.

2006-12-29T01:09:00.000Z

2006-12-19T22:27:00.000Z

Hoje é dia de era bom.
É dia de passar a mão pelo rosto das crianças,
de falar e de ouvir com mavioso tom,
de abraçar toda a gente e de oferecer lembranças.

É dia de pensar nos outros— coitadinhos— nos que padecem,
de lhes darmos coragem para poderem continuar a aceitar a sua miséria,
de perdoar aos nossos inimigos, mesmo aos que não merecem,
de meditar sobre a nossa existência, tão efémera e tão séria.

Comove tanta fraternidade universal.
É só abrir o rádio e logo um coro de anjos,
como se de anjos fosse,
numa toada doce,
de violas e banjos,
Entoa gravemente um hino ao Criador.
E mal se extinguem os clamores plangentes,
a voz do locutor
anuncia o melhor dos detergentes.

De novo a melopeia inunda a Terra e o Céu
e as vozes crescem num fervor patético.
(Vossa Excelência verificou a hora exacta em que o Menino Jesus nasceu?
Não seja estúpido! Compre imediatamente um relógio de pulso antimagnético.)

Torna-se difícil caminhar nas preciosas ruas.
Toda a gente se acotovela, se multiplica em gestos, esfuziante.
Todos participam nas alegrias dos outros como se fossem suas
e fazem adeuses enluvados aos bons amigos que passam mais distante.

Nas lojas, na luxúria das montras e dos escaparates,
com subtis requintes de bom gosto e de engenhosa dinâmica,
cintilam, sob o intenso fluxo de milhares de quilovates,
as belas coisas inúteis de plástico, de metal, de vidro e de cerâmica.

Os olhos acorrem, num alvoroço liquefeito,
ao chamamento voluptuoso dos brilhos e das cores.
É como se tudo aquilo nos dissesse directamente respeito,
como se o Céu olhasse para nós e nos cobrisse de bênçãos e favores.

A Oratória de Bach embruxa a atmosfera do arruamento.
Adivinha-se uma roupagem diáfana a desembrulhar-se no ar.
E a gente, mesmo sem querer, entra no estabelecimento
e compra— louvado seja o Senhor!— o que nunca tinha pensado comprado.

Mas a maior felicidade é a da gente pequena.
Naquela véspera santa
a sua comoção é tanta, tanta, tanta,
que nem dorme serena.

Cada menino
abre um olhinho
na noite incerta
para ver se a aurora
já está desperta.
De manhãzinha,
salta da cama,
corre à cozinha
mesmo em pijama.

Ah!!!!!!!!!!

Na branda macieza
da matutina luz
aguarda-o a surpresa
do Menino Jesus.

Jesus
o doce Jesus,
o mesmo que nasceu na manjedoura,
veio pôr no sapatinho
do Pedrinho
uma metralhadora.

Que alegria
reinou naquela casa em todo o santo dia!
O Pedrinho, estrategicamente escondido atrás das portas,
fuzilava tudo com devastadoras rajadas
e obrigava as criadas
a caírem no chão como se fossem mortas:
Tá-tá-tá-tá-tá-tá-tá-tá-tá-tá-tá-tá-tá.

Já está!
E fazia-as erguer para de novo matá-las.
E até mesmo a mamã e o sisudo papá
fingiam
que caíam
crivados de balas.

Dia de Confraternização Universal,
Dia de Amor, de Paz, de Felicidade,
de Sonhos e Venturas.
É dia de Natal.
Paz na Terra aos Homens de Boa Vontade.
Glória a Deus nas Alturas.

António Gedeão

Thinking of you

2006-12-17T13:56:00.000Z

2006-12-17T13:53:00.000Z

What we see it is not what we see, else what we are

2006-12-02T17:31:00.001Z

"Une charogne", Supinfocom

2006-12-02T17:30:00.000Z

2006-12-02T17:11:00.000Z

"Carcass/Une Charogne" Olivier Berry, Alexia Cui, Olivier Sipesaque, Samuel Chung-Hao Tung; Supinfocom Valenciennes; France. 4'18. A film based on the poem of the same title by Charles Baudelaire. A visually stunning illustation to the tale of love and repulsion.

Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme,
Ce beau matin d'été si doux :
Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infâme
Sur un lit semé de cailloux.

Les jambes en l'air, comme une femme lubrique,
Brûlante et suant les poisons,
Ouvrant d'une façon nonchalante et cynique
Son ventre plein d'exhalaisons.

Le soleil rayonnait sur cette pourriture,
Comme afin de la cuire à point,
Et de rendre au centuple à la grande Nature
Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint :

Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe
Comme une fleur s'épanouir.
La puanteur était si forte, que sur l'herbe
Vous crûtes vous évanouir.

Les mouches bourdonnaient sur ce ventre putride,
D'où sortaient de noirs bataillons
De larves, qui coulaient comme un épais liquide
Le long de ces vivants haillons.

Tout cela descendait, montait comme une vague,
Ou s'élançait en pétillant ;
On eût dit que le corps, enflé d'un souffle vague,
Vivait en se multipliant.

Et ce monde rendait une étrange musique,
Comme l'eau courante et le vent,
Ou le grain d'un vanneur d'un mouvement rythmique
Agite et tourne dans son van.

Les formes s'effaçaient et n'étaient plus qu'un rêve,
Une ébauche lente à venir,
Sur la toile oubliée, et que l'artise achève
Seulement par le souvenir.

Derrière les rochers une chienne inquiète
Nous regardait d'un air fâché,
Épiant le moment de reprendre au squelette
Le morceau qu'elle avait lâché.

- Et pourtant vous serez semblable à cette ordure,
A cette horrible infection,
Etoile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature,
Vous, mon ange et ma passion !

Oui ! Telle vous serez, ô ma reine des grâces,
Après les derniers sacrements,
Quand vous irez, sous l'herbe et les floraisons grasses,
Moisir parmi les ossements.

Alors, ô ma beauté !, dites à la vermine
Qui vous mangera de baisers,
Que j'ai gardé la forme et l'essence divine
De mes amours décomposées !

Les Fleurs du mal, Charles Baudlaire

I am there not being there

2006-10-28T02:14:00.000+01:00

2006-10-28T02:10:00.000+01:00

Not yet it is night but
also one sees well that
not yet it is day

"AnnaOttoAnna", Clemens Pichler

2006-10-24T23:11:00.000+01:00

2006-10-24T23:10:00.000+01:00

2006-10-24T22:57:00.000+01:00

Otto's relationship to Anna has come to a standstill. After an argument, nothin is the way it was before. Horrified, Otto has to realize that he is caught in a backward moving world, where he is walking forward to the beginning of his day. Confronted with a demonic DJ, a reverse playing turntable and a mysterious look-alike of Anna, he is trying to escape the horror. AnnaOttoAnna abolishes the boundaries between time, narrative, and movement.Clemens Pichler was born in 1977 in Regensburg. After working as a stage technician and assistant director at theaters in Munich, he began studying Directing at the Academy of Television & Film (HFF/M) in Munich. His films include the shorts Shit Happens (2003) and AnnaOttoAnna (2003). You can also visit the site.

Another drop among the rains

2006-10-18T01:59:00.000+01:00

2006-10-18T01:54:00.000+01:00

Vou sorrindo.

E os meus vários braços acabam no meu único corpo.

É que estendo horas inteiras.

"Carlitopolis", Luis Nieto

2006-10-18T01:01:00.000+01:00

2006-10-18T00:47:00.000+01:00

"Carlitopolis" from Luis Nieto is a mixture of real images and specials effects make us doubt of veracity of images and words too. "Carlitopolis" show a student who present his work to a jury. This is a banal event who becomes an absurd and misleading performance. A little laboratory mouse called Carlito is used to perform every sort of experiments. What is real, and what is false? You can also visit The site. "Oreille remplie de plumes" its also a very interesting work from the same author. A lovely post-modern triangle,where nobody is satisfied.

Can´t find me any sense

2006-10-17T23:38:00.000+01:00

2006-10-17T23:36:00.000+01:00

Fazer um gesto foi sempre, para o meu sentimento das coisas, uma perturbação, um desdobramento, no universo exterior. Mexer-me deu-me sempre a impressão que não deixaria intactas as estrelas nem os céus sem mudança. A presença de outra pessoa desencaminha-me os pensamentos. Estou dormindo desperta, de pé contra a vidraça, a que me encosto como a tudo. Não sei o que quero ou o que não quero. Deixei de saber querer, de saber como se quer, de saber as emoções ou os pensamentos com que ordinariamente se conhece que estamos querendo, o querendo querer. E não sei o que sinto, não sei o que quero sentir, não sei o que penso nem o que sou.

E por fim, tenho sono, porque não sei porquê, acho que o sentido é dormir.

"Puzzle Hunt", Santiago Caicedo de Roux

2006-10-17T23:33:00.000+01:00

2006-10-17T23:32:00.000+01:00

Short-film made on animation with real characters. A place where the images created by the character’s mind live together with the character herself. Based on the paradox of “Aquiles and the tortoise" created by Zenon of Elea, this film seeks to communicate the idea, that sometimes, the feelings that we get from the world aren’t real and In this particular case, that movement doesn’t exist. To illustrate this problem a fractal structure is used: "the sponge of Sierpinski". This fractal is an entity that interposes between the two characters; Kim and the tortoise. It grows and develops in the measure of the desire of the small girl to catch the tortoise.The ambiguous game of knowing if this structure is real or if it is the fruit of the imagination of the small girl has two objectives: - First, to show how we, human beings, can turn a simple problem in to a complex dilemma. Two, to explain the paradox of Zenon; a movement can become impossible if its distance is recurrently divided in smaller pieces.At the end, Kim becomes aware of this nonsense and she solves the contradictory logic of the problem. The absurd structure that interposed between her and the tortoise disappears and she can finally catch it.

Two abysses, a well looking the sky

2006-10-17T23:27:00.000+01:00

2006-10-17T23:13:00.000+01:00

Vivo o presente. O futuro não o conheço. O passado, já não o tenho. Pesa-me como a possibilidade de tudo, o outro como a realidade de nada. Não tenho esperanças nem saudades. Conhecendo o que tem sido a minha vida até hoje - tantas vezes e em tanto o contrário do que eu desejara - , que posso presumir da minha vida de amanhã senão que será o que não presumo, o que não quero, o que me acontece de fora, até através da minha vontade? Nem tenho nada no meu passado que relembre com o desejo inútil de o repetir.

Tudo o que há de disperso e duro na minha sensibilidade vem da ausência desse calor e da saudade inútil dos beijos de que não me lembro...

Para todos nós descerá a noite e chegará a diligência. Gozo agora a brisa que me dão e a alma que me deram para gozá-la, e não interrogo mais nem um pouco.

E não quero nada, não prefiro nada, não há nada a que fugir.

Registo a memória com um sorriso, e nem o sorriso comento.

"The end", M.Leduc, M.Ruyant, M.Samreth

2006-10-10T01:45:00.000+01:00

2006-10-10T01:39:00.000+01:00

Here's the tale of a scarecrow who is imprisoned for being too kind to birds, thus betraying those of his own kind. Short movie by 3 Supinfocom studens: Maxime Leduc, Martin Ruyant and Michel Samreth.

Here we go....

2006-10-05T16:38:00.000+01:00

2006-10-05T16:14:00.000+01:00

A vida é a busca do impossível através do inútil. Busquemos sempre o impossível, poque tal é o nosso fado; busquemo-lo através do inútil, poque não passa caminho por outro ponto; ascendamos, porém à consciência de que nada buscamos que possa obter-se, de que por nada passamos que mereça um carinho ou uma saudade.

Se tivesse as paisagens impossíveis, que me restaria de impossível?

Atendo a tudo sonhando sempre.

Bernardo Soares

"Try Jah Love" by Doron Golan

2006-10-04T04:35:00.000+01:00

2006-10-04T04:34:00.000+01:00

2005. Try Ja Love 13′ is a video take#13 from the making of the movie “Try Jah Love”. (bellow)As for the background I used Vertov’s -’ The Man with a Movie Camera’ (1929).The movie was gracefully edited by David Soll.Theodore Bouloukos stars in this 2 extravaganza karaoke pieces to the music ofStevie Wonder. View and vote on IFC Media Lab.

2006-10-04T04:32:00.000+01:00

2006-10-04T04:27:00.000+01:00

2006.Doron Golan’s work, for me, is characterised by two principal things:a deep sense of the sheer mystery of things & a warm,but never cloying, humanity. A humanity that is curious &accepting, yet also somehow watchful, a bit detached; on its guard.Leaving aside any discussion of the beautiful technique of his films,Doron also chooses his subjects well. In his documentary pieces theyare always complex and interesting (often portraits of a single-and singular - human being.)This carries over into his casting for recent work, which is on thecusp of a kind of documentary & a kind of fiction.A masterstroke to use the wonderful Theodore Bouloukos who hasfeatured here on dvblog a number of times.A performer of Boulokos’ great presence & gift allowsDoron to cut with the grain in this resonant & moving piece.

Dvblog

Michael Szpakowski

Everything interest. Nothing arrest.

2006-10-04T02:19:00.000+01:00

2006-10-04T02:17:00.000+01:00

Uns dizem que sem esperança a vida é impossível, outros que com esperança é vazia.

Para mim, que hoje não espero nem desespero, ela é um simples quadro externo, que me inclui a mim, e a que assisto como um espectáculo sem enredo, feito só para divertir os olhos - bailado sem nexo, mexer de folhas ao vento, nuvens que a luz do sol muda de cores, arruamentos antigos, ao acaso, em pontos disconformes da cidade.

Bernardo Soares

"Aria", Pjotr Sapegin

2006-10-04T02:16:00.000+01:00

2006-10-04T02:14:00.000+01:00

(Non piangete per me, sono già morto.)

An animated short inspired by Puccini's opera Madame Butterfly. The puppet Butterfly lives alone on an island, until a white ship brings the handsome sailor Pinkerton. Their love affair grows until Pinkerton has to leave with his ship. The Butterfly gives birth and waits for her sailor to return. Years later when her prayers are answered her world is torn to pieces when he returns.

I think the bird is dead

2006-09-28T03:41:00.000+01:00

2006-09-28T03:31:00.000+01:00

Fells like...
nothing...
...nothing
nothing...
...nothing
nothing...
...nothing...
...nothing and

...nothing.

We are back...

2006-09-26T22:37:00.002+01:00

2006-09-25T20:05:00.000+01:00

avec des mémoires...

Closed for... Holidays!

2006-09-13T00:56:00.000+01:00

2006-09-13T00:55:00.000+01:00

The sun is shining
Temperature is climbing
I have a daydream
with coke and ice-cream
I watch the children playing
from the early morning till the evening
I smell some roasted meat
There's a barbecue in every street
Everybody is having fun
Enjoying the warmth of the sun
It's summer from dusk till dawn
Pass this page on, before the summer is gone

"Badgered", Sharon Colman

2006-09-13T00:52:00.000+01:00

2006-09-13T00:43:00.000+01:00

Lovely! The tale of a badger who just wants the world to let him sleep. Sharon Colman from Balloch has been nominated for her animated film "Badgered ". Its about a grumpy badger who ends up inside a silo and accidentally launches a nuclear missile. Sharon Colman was born on the 20th July 1978 in Balloch by Loch Lomond, Scotland. She graduated from Glasgow School of Art with a BA (Hons) Illustration in 2000 and worked as a Flash animator, freelance illustrator and as an inbetweener for director Matthew Hood at the National Film and Television School. Sharon graduated from the NFTS in 2005 with her film Badgered. She always wanted to approach animation from a traditional illustrative angle and is amused by the peculiar and absurdity of human nature, and developed an interest in character and their physiological makeup.

The bunny suicide II

2006-09-12T03:02:00.000+01:00

2006-09-12T03:01:00.000+01:00

Love is fire for one year and ashes for thirty

2006-09-08T21:37:00.000+01:00

2006-09-08T21:30:00.000+01:00

É fantástico viver espiritualmente. Dia após dia testemunhar para a eternidade o que há de puro, de espiritual nas pessoas. Mas às vezes farto-me desta eterna existência de espírito. Nessas alturas gostaria de não pairar eternamente. Gostaria de sentir um peso que anulasse a infinidade e me segurasse à Terra.

"As Asas do Desejo", Wim Wenders

"Blurring Fat", Ajit Anthony Prem

2006-09-08T01:56:00.000+01:00

2006-09-08T01:48:00.000+01:00

Blurring Fat (2006, 19.15MB, 5:15 min.) Part one of a series of Blurring video podcasts. Everyday stuff, everyday conversations and all that drama it carries.
Her - Kelly Cook. Him - Writer/Director - Ajit Anthony Prem.Really nice one.

2006-09-07T00:32:00.000+01:00

2006-09-07T00:29:00.000+01:00

Assim sou.
Quando quero pensar, vejo.
Quando quero descer na minha alma, fico de repente parado, esquecido, no começo do espiral da escada profunda, vendo pela janela do andar alto o sol que molha de despedida fulva o aglomerado difuso dos telhados.

Fernando Pessoa

"Rabbit", Run Wrake

2006-09-06T21:52:00.000+01:00

2006-09-06T21:47:00.000+01:00

"Rabbit" is a film by Run Wrake (2005). A dreamlike but dark story of lost innocence and the random justice of nature, told with curious images from a distant childhood.
A selection of 1950s educational stickers, discovered in a provincial junkshop twenty years ago, provide the ingredients for this adult fairytale.Once, they were new, delivering a simple message to those also young. Like us, however, they have grown older and now present a more complex meaning.Rabbit tells a tale of lost innocence, greed and the random justice of nature. When a boy and girl find an idol in the stomach of a rabbit, its magical abilities lead to riches, but for how long?

You can see it in the artist page where it says recent work.

The bunny suicide

2006-09-04T11:35:00.000+01:00

2006-09-04T11:34:00.000+01:00

“[-]Whatever you say it is, it isn't[!]”

"Merveilleusement Gris", Geoffroy B. Massin

2006-09-04T11:32:00.000+01:00

2006-09-04T11:31:00.000+01:00

Back in time with "Merveilleusement Gris" from Geoffroy Barbet Massin , another great short produced by Mikros Image. A strange story where dogs and sheeps speak together and try to resolve a murder case.
This 2004 3D animation with a little dark humur is irresistable.
"Dear Madam, I am most sorry to announce to you the passing away of your darling dog Titi. I currently found him in my bullterrier's plate, not looking so good !!! Ears and tail to be more specific ! Very truly yours, Your neighbour".

You can´t eat a cake without loosing it

2006-09-04T11:20:00.000+01:00

2006-09-04T10:43:00.000+01:00

O cansaço de todas as ilusões e de tudo o que há nas ilusões - a perda delas, a inutilidade de as ver, o antecansaço de ter que as ter para perdê-las, a mágoa de as ter tido, a vergonha intelectual de as ter tido sabendo que teriam tal fim. A consciência da inconsciência da vida é o mais antigo imposto à inteligência.

"O livro do desassossego" Fernando Pessoa

"Lovers Supplant", Norma V Toraya

2006-09-04T10:38:00.000+01:00

2006-09-04T10:24:00.000+01:00

"Lovers Supplant" directed by Norma V Toraya, United States, 2005, hand-paint and digital animation, 2:08 min., courtesy Microcinema International is an animated short about a femme fatale who creeps along in the night with an objective (abduction of a blissful female) and a motive (to be with the man she loves and role she deserves).

Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go everywhere...

2006-08-29T12:12:00.000+01:00

2006-08-29T12:09:00.000+01:00

... I go nowhere.

"La Faim"(1974), Peter Foldes

2006-08-28T14:56:00.000+01:00

2006-08-28T14:41:00.000+01:00

Animated film satire of self-indulgence in a hungry world. Rapidly dissolving, reshaping images, made with the aid of a computer, create a stark contrast between abundance and want. A man eats, at first sparingly but his appetite grows to gluttony, greed, and gratification of every desire. The nightmare that finally haunts him is the one that hangs over our disparate world. A film without words.
Directed by Peter Foldès, The Hunger/La faim first computer-animated movie to be nominated for an Academy Award as best short. It received other honours, including the Prix du Jury at the Cannes Film Festival in 1974 and other international film awards.

Love can not be wrong

2006-08-21T11:56:00.000+01:00

2006-08-21T11:46:00.000+01:00

I'd like to sing to you if you'd like me to
I'd like to sing to you, if you'd like me too
I would like to sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
To you

I'd like to dance with you if you'd like me to
I'd like to dance with you, if you'd like me too
I would like to dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
With you

And I'd like to sleep with you if you'd like me to
I would like to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
With you

"Les ailes du papillon", B. Gibeaux

2006-08-21T11:42:00.000+01:00

2006-08-21T11:35:00.000+01:00

'Les Ailes du Papillon' is a French animation by 24-year-old artist, Benjamin Gibeaux.

The bearded tyrant brings in slavery the children of the city. The Good King with the cowboy hat fights for the freedom of the children. Tearing down the whole city in the process, with its inhabitants. But the hope, is it still alive?And: does it remind you of something? Beautifully crafted short animation realized with ink and watercolour in 7 months, two of which only to compose music.

I should like to sleep like a cat...

2006-08-20T23:42:00.000+01:00

2006-08-20T23:36:00.000+01:00

How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings
a series of burnt circles
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger's great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.

Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.

Pablo Neruda "Cat's Dream"

"A letter from Beirut"

2006-08-06T15:28:00.000+01:00

2006-08-06T15:17:00.000+01:00

This video letter was made on July 21, 2006 at the studios of Beirut DC, a film and cinema collective which runs the yearly Ayam Beirut Al Cinema’iya FilmFestival. This video letter was produced in collaboration with Samidoun, a grassrootsgathering of various organizations and individuals who were involved in reliefand media efforts from the first day of the Israeli attack on Lebanon. It was also broadcasted at the Biennial of Arab Cinema, organized by the Arab WorldInstitute in Paris. Original site

Life doesn't imitate art.It imitates bad television.

2006-08-05T01:30:00.000+01:00

Woody Allen

2006-08-05T01:25:00.000+01:00

What's on TV Today? The best thing on TV… TV listings what’s on TV tonight? What's on TV tomorrow? MOVIES. SPORTS. FAMILY. NEWS. Programme next 24 hours, next 7 days... Entertainment! War.CHECK OUT WHAT'S ON…Look what’s happened to Rosemary's Baby….What's on TV Now, and this Evening? Storm Stories, Comedians, Survival tips for your skin, dog bites man. Visit Other Cities. It Could Happen Tomorrow... Gritty dramas and lifestyle shows. What's On? Entertainment News. Your Holiday Home. Mirror, mirror...what's on TV? Watch Evan confess on the 'After Show'. What kept Nathalie from being the big winner? ... We can help you get where you're going. Education and Outreach. What’s on TV, all around the world? Want to look like a TV star? How Stones front man Mick Jagger ended up on a sitcom. What's Your Desperate Housewives Style? Real-life dramas and human and animal encounters. Bored? High Definition TV... more than 180 European TV channels!...

Ophelie

"Warte Mal", Christiane Wöhler

2006-08-04T22:33:00.000+01:00

2006-08-04T22:12:00.000+01:00

Warte Mal is a round dance. It tells from the irresistible and absurd course of life.

It shows the relation and iteraccion of a child and a thing in a phantastic and ambivalent world. Something happens, develops, fulfills an apparent meaning, and disapears...

The movie, released in 2002, has been directed and edited by Christiane Wöhler a German artist, active in photography and cinema. Born in 1975 in Wernigerode, she studied visual communication at the Bauhaus Universität Weimar.

The music is the joint effort of the author together with Heiko Tippelt and Philipp Hirsch.

The Film-m Company produce their work.

Let us speak of the past:because only future interests

2006-08-04T05:05:00.000+01:00

2006-08-04T05:04:00.000+01:00

One last image before sleeping.

I erase the light of one more day that

I do not perceive it passed...

These Boots Are Gonna Walk All Over You

2006-08-04T04:45:00.000+01:00

2006-08-04T04:44:00.000+01:00

You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been a messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be a changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be a playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha!
I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he knows you ain't HAD time to learn.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!

Yhaaaaaaaa!!! auuuuuuuu.... eh eh

Nancy Sinatra "Boots" (1966)

"City Paradise", Gaëlle Denis

2006-08-04T01:06:00.000+01:00