Our Literary Blog

We are a group of people who enjoy Literature, Cinema, Fine Arts... so we get together every Friday to study, have fun and share a little bit of everything.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Girls, the online galleries for the exhibition in Paço are here and here.
The one in CCBB is here.

Friday, September 23, 2005

No, I'm not!


As the picture posted here wouldn't appear I went back to the test to copy the result again but then I chose the same answers and the result was another. Turns out I'm "feta", which I'd never heard of.

I'm plain American Cheese


Sunday, August 21, 2005

I was written by Dorothy Parker!

Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker writes you, you wonderfully urbane,
witty boozehound, you.


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Saturday, August 13, 2005

An art

Well... I was thinking about some things and this poem we read in class when talking about Elisabeth Bishop came to my mind. I find it beautiful, straight to the point as I like (strange isn't it? I think people who are into poetry usually enjoy some beating around the bush and all that "verborragia") and I find the poem sad but at the same time... comforting. I don't know if it's supposed to be. Sometimes I have to be careful in order not to lose some things but some things do really look as if they wanted to be lost. And I let go easily.

ONE ART
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


P.S. (= edited): I would never know just by reading the poem she is talking about Brazil (indirectly) and about a woman (not a man). Thank you, Ildiko, I loved "meeting" Elisabeth Bishop. Loved the play.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Andy Warhol & Artplex

I loved it. The "motion pictures" exhibition was just great. Thank you all, thank you Ana, most of all, because I know I wouldn`t move my fat ass out of Niterói to go and see it by myself. Barbara could post the pictures here, what do you think? ;)