<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709</id><updated>2011-11-01T21:00:55.779-02:00</updated><title type='text'>J'sais pas quoi faire!</title><subtitle type='html'>Qu'est-ce que je peux faire?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-6986449731776195206</id><published>2011-11-01T21:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:00:55.836-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;...Cassavetes was not interested in the trivial improvisations of actors improvising their lines, but the profound improvisations of characters improvising their lives.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Ray Carney&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-6986449731776195206?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/6986449731776195206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=6986449731776195206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/6986449731776195206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/6986449731776195206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2746881295241150646</id><published>2011-10-24T11:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T04:06:36.061-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Alguém, no final do século XIX, tem nítida noção daquilo que os poetas de épocas fortes chamavam &lt;em&gt;inspiração&lt;/em&gt;? Se não, eu o descreverei. — Havendo o menor resquício de superstição dentro de si, dificilmente se saberia afastar a idéia de ser mera encarnação, mero porta-voz, mero &lt;em&gt;medium&lt;/em&gt; de forças poderosíssimas. A noção de revelação, no sentido de que subitamente, com inefável certeza e sutileza, algo se torna &lt;em&gt;visível&lt;/em&gt;, audível, algo que comove e transtorna no mais fundo, descreve simplesmente o estado de fato. Ouve-se, não se procura; toma-se, não se pergunta quem dá; um pensamento reluz como relâmpago, com necessidade, sem hesitação na forma — jamais tive opção. (...) A involuntariedade da imagem, do símbolo, é o mais notável; já não se tem noção do que é imagem, do que é símbolo, tudo se oferece como a mais próxima, mais correta, mais simples expressão. (...) Esta é a &lt;em&gt;minha&lt;/em&gt; experiência da inspiração; não duvido que seja preciso retroceder milênios para encontrar alguém que me possa dizer: "é também a minha". —&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Nietzsche, &lt;em&gt;Ecce Homo&lt;/em&gt; cap. IX §3&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2746881295241150646?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2746881295241150646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2746881295241150646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2746881295241150646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2746881295241150646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/10/alguem-no-final-do-seculo-xix-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-4527368831530768815</id><published>2011-10-24T02:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T02:03:47.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;I remember visiting Marvin at home when he was working on this LP &lt;em&gt;[What's Going On]&lt;/em&gt;. He was at the piano, saying, "Smoke, God is writing this album, he's sending me these songs."&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/music/playlists/smokey-robinson"&gt;Smokey Robinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-4527368831530768815?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/4527368831530768815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=4527368831530768815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4527368831530768815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4527368831530768815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-remember-visiting-marvin-at-home-when.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2103952269638088258</id><published>2011-10-24T01:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T02:05:16.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;When we recorded &lt;em&gt;["Pretty Noose"]&lt;/em&gt;, I had walked to the studio and my legs were really tired. But to make a long story short, I was trying to get a walking feel on the drum part. So it probably has a little weird shuffle to it probably from that walk that I took to the studio that day.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://web.stargate.net/soundgarden/articles/buzzword_8-96.shtml"&gt;Matt Cameron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo &lt;i&gt;Down On The Upside&lt;/i&gt; por muitas razões, das quais a composição e a sonoridade não são as menores. Mas acho que o que me faz voltar sempre a esse disco é essa noção forte de ritmo, como se meu coração precisasse reaprender a bater com o bumbo do Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;Também por isso fui obcecado durante um bom ano por &lt;i&gt;The New Romance&lt;/i&gt;, outra obra muito rica ritmicamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2103952269638088258?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2103952269638088258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2103952269638088258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2103952269638088258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2103952269638088258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-we-recorded-pretty-noose-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-7604879011392675526</id><published>2011-09-02T19:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T19:06:53.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_r4IzuPFqsM/TmFTZQtCk8I/AAAAAAAABDw/WEgLXevx__4/s1600/BodyDouble2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-7604879011392675526?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/7604879011392675526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=7604879011392675526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7604879011392675526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7604879011392675526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_r4IzuPFqsM/TmFTZQtCk8I/AAAAAAAABDw/WEgLXevx__4/s72-c/BodyDouble2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-3522849947332320065</id><published>2011-08-07T15:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:44:19.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Na TV americana, uma propaganda propõe que os pais submetam seus filhos adolescentes a um detector de mentiras, por preços módicos. Método grotesco, mas que encerra um sintoma. A geração dos desajustados, à moda de James Dean, e a dos revoltados de 1968 tinham algo em comum: expunham, publicamente, por atitudes ou proclamações, seus conflitos com a sociedade. Os jovens do ano 2000, ao contrário, isolam-se com fones de ouvido ou diante dos computadores e acreditam num comportamento dissimulado. Como atores, representam diante dos pais ou na escola, um mínimo, para serem deixados em paz. Formam fraternidades cúmplices e silenciosas. Desistiram de contrariar o resto do mundo, sentido como hipócrita e falso. A presença da droga, real, mas pretensamente condenada, reforça a dissimulação e acentua a hipocrisia; afinal, o presidente tragou ou não? O massacre do Colorado deixou as famílias perplexas, pois os autores eram, em aparência, bons garotos. Mas, por um outro viés, já que estes nossos tempos merecem tal dissimulação, quem sabe estes jovens de agora, desacorçoados com as imposturas de hoje, consigam criar um futuro feito de relações mais verdadeiras.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Jorge Coli&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-3522849947332320065?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/3522849947332320065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=3522849947332320065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3522849947332320065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3522849947332320065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/08/na-tv-americana-uma-propaganda-propoe.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-8647646737673781898</id><published>2011-08-07T15:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:37:44.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Traditionally humankind has sought the answer to Aristotle's question from the four wisdoms — philosophy, science, religion, art — taking insight from each to bolt together a livable meaning. But today who reads Hegel or Kant without an exam to pass? Science, once the great explicator, garbles life with complexity and perplexity. Who can listen without cynicism to economists, sociologists, politicians? Religion, for many, has become an empty ritual that masks hypocrisy. As our faith in traditional ideologies diminishes, we turn to the source we still believe in: the art of story.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Robert McKee, &lt;em&gt;Story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;How could anyone except a melancholic criminal speak to us in the name of the good (&lt;em&gt;King of New York&lt;/em&gt;; 1990)? Who but a paranoid cop could make us believe for a second in the virtues of forgiveness (&lt;em&gt;Bad Lieutenant&lt;/em&gt;; 1992)? Who today could bear to listen to a moral lesson if it was not acted out by a drug-addicted, leprous vampire (&lt;em&gt;The Addiction&lt;/em&gt;; 1995)? Who could interest us, even for a moment, in the tired old questions of the family unit or the individual? Who could continue to arouse in us a desperate faith in sacrifice and love, unless they were almost autistic, completely crazed, haunted figures within films that cultivate advanced arguments concerning the need to destroy all filmic forms?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Nicole Brenez, &lt;em&gt;Abel Ferrara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-8647646737673781898?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/8647646737673781898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=8647646737673781898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8647646737673781898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8647646737673781898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/08/traditionally-humankind-has-sought.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-384845722565322865</id><published>2011-07-13T07:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:50:37.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Q&gt;"Listen," said I, murmuring the words in her ear, "we won't go through it again but just let me put it in a few moments and then I'll go. It's too good to stop all of a sudden. I won't come, I promise…." She looked at me imploringly, as if to say, "Can I believe you? Yes, I do want it. Yes, yes, only don't knock me up, will you?"&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Henry Miller, &lt;em&gt;Sexus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-384845722565322865?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/384845722565322865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=384845722565322865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/384845722565322865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/384845722565322865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/07/listen-said-i-murmuring-words-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1562233985972304349</id><published>2011-07-10T18:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:39:49.169-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;First you need a tremendous amount of persistence and belief and confidence, and very few people have those parts of their personality developed enough in order to get to the part where you actually are realized in the business. You've talked to a lot of directors; I think the bottom line is you're amazed at their total commitment to what they're doing. They're not in here to play games. When I talk to my friends Scorsese or Spielberg or Lucas or Coppola, these guys are driven. They've been to the top, they've been to the bottom, they've seen it all and they're still going. Because they have a commitment and belief in what they're doing, they've had some success to see that their visions can in fact be realized and they're just gonna keep going until they fall down.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlu7TEroJ6I"&gt;Brian De Palma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1562233985972304349?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/1562233985972304349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=1562233985972304349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1562233985972304349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1562233985972304349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-you-need-tremendous-amount-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-8598420102863232986</id><published>2011-06-30T06:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:58:59.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;I haven't even told my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished telling my mother, she took it OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered what they'd do&lt;br /&gt;When I told them about you&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"About You"&lt;/em&gt;, Eric's Trip&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-8598420102863232986?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/8598420102863232986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=8598420102863232986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8598420102863232986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8598420102863232986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-havent-even-told-my-brother-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2180944454408410328</id><published>2011-03-06T20:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:55:57.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Como a rigidez de seu método indica (filmar na ordem do roteiro e em &lt;em&gt;take&lt;/em&gt; único), Garrel troca o realismo por algo mais difícil, mais exigente, uma forma de crença obsessiva no real, na autenticidade física de uma tomada cinematográfica, desde que feita à flor da pele e da câmera.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Luiz Carlos Oliveira Jr., &lt;a href="http://www.contracampo.com.br/87/artgarreljr.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O axioma secreto de Philippe Garrel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2180944454408410328?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2180944454408410328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2180944454408410328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2180944454408410328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2180944454408410328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-rigidez-de-seu-metodo-indica.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-8298765834190867248</id><published>2011-01-11T19:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:53:43.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Recentemente vi um cavalo que resistia à brida; sua boca havia rejeitado o freio; ele voava como o raio. Ele parou, tão logo sentiu que afrouxavam suas rédeas, e que elas repousavam sobre sua crina, que tremulava ao vento. Nós nos lançamos ao que é proibido, e ansiamos o que nos é negado.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Ovídio, &lt;em&gt;Amores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-8298765834190867248?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/8298765834190867248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=8298765834190867248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8298765834190867248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8298765834190867248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/01/recentemente-vi-um-cavalo-que-resistia.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1370554112787675462</id><published>2011-01-01T22:19:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:23:39.963-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;I too, like Moravia and Bertolucci, am a bourgeois, in fact, a petit-bourgeois, a turd, convinced that my stench is not only scented perfume, but is in fact the only perfume in the world. I too am thus endowed with the characteristics of aestheticism and humour, the typical characteristics of a petit-bourgeois intellectual. This is not a run-of-the-mill confession, but purely and simply a statement of fact.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Pier Paolo Pasolini&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1370554112787675462?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/1370554112787675462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=1370554112787675462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1370554112787675462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1370554112787675462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-too-like-moravia-and-bertolucci-am.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-5378827365914111439</id><published>2010-12-09T18:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:16:33.792-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;They think that they get it but they always get it wrong&lt;br /&gt;They'll play your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Just to sell shit to you&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Planting Seeds"&lt;/em&gt;, Built To Spill&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-5378827365914111439?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/5378827365914111439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=5378827365914111439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/5378827365914111439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/5378827365914111439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-think-that-they-get-it-but-they.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-7124752844231899684</id><published>2010-08-18T18:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:30:05.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;No começo, pensei que era possível a um diretor, imbuído de uma sinceridade juvenil, transmitir isso diretamente. Minhas buscas eram antes de tudo de ordem plástica. O cenário, as oposições dos valores, a harmonia dos movimentos dos atores, achava que isso permitiria a criação de um pequeno universo suficientemente interessante. Logo percebi que dessa maneira só poderia produzir obras bastante frias. As grandes artes, como a filosofia, pintura, música, arquitetura ou poesia, permitem ao autor uma comunicação direta com o público. O autor de filmes dramáticos, como o romancista, deve utilizar a intermediação dos personagens. Só se concedendo a esses personagens uma personalidade autêntica é que se pode fazer com que esses filmes se tornem uma forma de expressão de nossa pobre humanidade; só assim o autor pode tentar, através da descrição sincera dessas almas, deixar transparecer um pouco de seu próprio sentimento.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Jean Renoir (via &lt;a href="http://signododragao.blogspot.com/"&gt;o signo do dragão&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-7124752844231899684?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/7124752844231899684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=7124752844231899684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7124752844231899684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7124752844231899684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-comeco-pensei-que-era-possivel-um.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-8098938857071246285</id><published>2010-07-10T09:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:33:29.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Maybe your friends think&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Some face I'll never see no more&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Let It Loose"&lt;/em&gt;, Rolling Stones&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-8098938857071246285?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/8098938857071246285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=8098938857071246285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8098938857071246285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8098938857071246285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-your-friends-think-im-just.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-8035428692279490079</id><published>2010-06-19T16:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:36:45.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;And it's been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Which agrees with this watch of mine&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Trailer Trash"&lt;/em&gt;, Modest Mouse&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Time don't fool me no more&lt;br /&gt;I throw my watch to the floor, was so lazy&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Out Of Time Man"&lt;/em&gt;, Mano Negra&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-8035428692279490079?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/8035428692279490079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=8035428692279490079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8035428692279490079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8035428692279490079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-its-been-long-time-which-agrees.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-57978515363408379</id><published>2010-06-06T12:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T12:13:59.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Só agora eu reparei que não vi seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E que você partiu sem deixar seu nome&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Num Samba Curto"&lt;/em&gt;, Paulinho da Viola&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;For if I ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't catch your name&lt;br /&gt;But it never really mattered&lt;br /&gt;I will always feel the same&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"I Will"&lt;/em&gt;, Beatles&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-57978515363408379?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/57978515363408379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=57978515363408379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/57978515363408379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/57978515363408379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-agora-eu-reparei-que-nao-vi-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-8062253430650072367</id><published>2010-06-01T02:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T02:51:08.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Cuando vas a otro país o a la casa de otra persona, no sabés de dónde viene esa foto o por qué la televisión está rota. El mundo está lleno de información incompleta, pero cuando se presenta ese patrón en una película, esto se hace real, natural. Digamos que lo incompleto es completo.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; — Apichatpong Weerasethakul&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-8062253430650072367?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/8062253430650072367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=8062253430650072367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8062253430650072367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8062253430650072367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuando-vas-otro-pais-o-la-casa-de-otra.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-6420667144116324804</id><published>2010-05-31T00:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:21:08.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Existe uma força que puxa para o desconhecido, mas nem todos a sentem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-6420667144116324804?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-265042117068917983</id><published>2010-05-25T03:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T04:04:55.741-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/S_t2eEQPrtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/WoDKJRk4wgQ/s1600/15012010(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/S_t2eEQPrtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/WoDKJRk4wgQ/s400/15012010(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-265042117068917983?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/265042117068917983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=265042117068917983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/265042117068917983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/265042117068917983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/S_t2eEQPrtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/WoDKJRk4wgQ/s72-c/15012010(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1654623386226371398</id><published>2010-05-25T03:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T03:59:23.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;In this material world run on injustice and terror, where "popular" is confused with "industrial", any cultural expression that does not hurl an angry cry or wail a song of mad love (often one and the same) merely collaborates in the regulation and preservation of this world.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Nicole Brenez, &lt;em&gt;Abel Ferrara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1654623386226371398?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/1654623386226371398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=1654623386226371398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1654623386226371398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1654623386226371398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-this-material-world-run-on-injustice.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-3595271942881982136</id><published>2010-05-25T03:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T03:52:14.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Give me little drink from your loving cup&lt;br /&gt;Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Loving Cup"&lt;/em&gt;, Rolling Stones&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;I could drink a case of you, darling&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd be on my feet&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"A Case Of You"&lt;/em&gt;, Joni Mitchell&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-3595271942881982136?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/3595271942881982136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=3595271942881982136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3595271942881982136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3595271942881982136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/05/give-me-little-drink-from-your-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-4156686054540176937</id><published>2010-05-18T15:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:09:21.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;A grosseria não é técnica, é estética: é preciso recusar o modelo narativo clássico — o da transparência, da comunicação perfeita, do sentido predeterminado — em nome de um cinema que quebre a fruição do espetáculo e engaje o espectador naquilo que ele vê. Se todo diretor faz seu filme para um espectador ideal, o espectador que Candeias tem em mente assiste o filme EM PÉ.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Ruy Gardnier, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contracampo.com.br/25/zezero.htm"&gt;ZéZero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-4156686054540176937?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/4156686054540176937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=4156686054540176937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4156686054540176937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4156686054540176937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/05/grosseria-nao-e-tecnica-e-estetica-e.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-4631841228207616071</id><published>2010-04-25T02:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:50:18.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que é o cinema hoje? Sei lá, mas chuto que em &lt;em&gt;Last Days&lt;/em&gt; há uma belíssima resposta, puta que o pariu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-4631841228207616071?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/4631841228207616071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=4631841228207616071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4631841228207616071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4631841228207616071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-que-e-o-cinema-hoje-sei-la-mas-chuto.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-4298755882336480097</id><published>2010-04-25T02:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:43:59.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Why doesn't anyone believe in loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and everyone will see your holiness&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Zero Chance"&lt;/em&gt;, Soundgarden&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-4298755882336480097?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/4298755882336480097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=4298755882336480097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4298755882336480097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4298755882336480097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-doesnt-anyone-believe-in-loneliness.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2285185092906775639</id><published>2010-03-12T00:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:30:11.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Certain streets have certain corners&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later we'll turn yours&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"The True Wheel"&lt;/em&gt;, Eno&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Quem se importa de onde vem a bala?&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia tu acorda cheio&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Livre Iniciativa"&lt;/em&gt;, Mundo Livre S/A&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2285185092906775639?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2285185092906775639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2285185092906775639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2285185092906775639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2285185092906775639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2010/03/certain-streets-have-certain-corners.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-9141661952224293016</id><published>2009-12-15T20:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:11:28.321-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Although I'd love to kiss&lt;br /&gt;My little hula miss&lt;br /&gt;I never get the chance&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Rock-A-Hula Baby"&lt;/em&gt;, Elvis Presley&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Although I can't dismiss&lt;br /&gt;The memory of her kiss&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's not for me&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"But Not For Me"&lt;/em&gt;, Chet Baker&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-9141661952224293016?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/9141661952224293016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=9141661952224293016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/9141661952224293016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/9141661952224293016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2009/12/although-id-love-to-kiss-my-little-hula.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-4792657791339796680</id><published>2009-12-13T23:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:56:40.879-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Make a miracle, pump the lyrical&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Bring The Noise"&lt;/em&gt;, Public Enemy&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-4792657791339796680?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/4792657791339796680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=4792657791339796680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4792657791339796680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4792657791339796680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-miracle-pump-lyrical-bring-noise.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1738575312488049589</id><published>2009-12-13T23:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:46:00.953-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Verdade é uma opinião mais sensível num instante determinado. Mentira é uma opinião menos necessária por mais tempo. Arte é o que acontece, porém com algumas modificações pra quem não tem paciência de sair de casa e viver sua própria vida. Diplomacia é uma boca-livre entre dois países críticos, seus smokings, uísques e dúvidas protocolares. Peixes são minerais ativos que rebolam dentro d'água. Moda é um vestido de uma noite. Família é um conjunto de pessoas que não têm dinheiro pra pagar, cada uma, seus malditos aluguéis. Deus é um pai ausente que nunca teve mãe. Mãe é uma gaiola com pé-direito bem grande, cercada de algodão por todos os lados. Vida é isso daqui mesmo, por incrível que pareça...&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Fernando Bonassi, &lt;em&gt;Dez Definições&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1738575312488049589?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/1738575312488049589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=1738575312488049589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1738575312488049589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1738575312488049589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2009/12/verdade-e-uma-opiniao-mais-sensivel-num.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1824218543728349879</id><published>2009-09-06T19:02:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:13:52.910-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;﻿﻿﻿Na época em que escrevi &lt;em&gt;O teatro e seu espaço&lt;/em&gt;, aqueles que buscavam um "teatro popular" acreditavam que tudo que fosse "para o povo" era automaticamente vital, em contraposição a algo que não tinha vitalidade, denominado "teatro de elite". Ao mesmo tempo, os da "elite" achavam que tinham o privilégio de participar de uma seriíssima aventura intelectual, que se contrapunha totalmente ao bombástico e débil "teatro comercial". Já os que trabalhavam nos "grandes textos clássicos" estavam convencidos de que a "alta cultura" injeta nas veias da sociedade uma qualidade muito superior à adrenalina chula da comédia vulgar. Com o passar dos anos, no entanto, a experiência me ensinou que tudo isso é falso, e que o bom espaço é aquele para o qual convergem muitas energias diferentes, e onde todas essas categorias desaparecem.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Peter Brook, &lt;em&gt;A Porta Aberta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1824218543728349879?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/1824218543728349879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=1824218543728349879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1824218543728349879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1824218543728349879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-epoca-em-que-escrevi-o-teatro-e-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1334409159930264151</id><published>2009-07-24T00:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:05:00.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/Sk_V7Yex3mI/AAAAAAAAAyY/W8urxTxRWlE/s1600-h/Foto+0200.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/Sk_V7Yex3mI/AAAAAAAAAyY/W8urxTxRWlE/s400/Foto+0200.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1334409159930264151?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/1334409159930264151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=1334409159930264151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1334409159930264151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1334409159930264151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/Sk_V7Yex3mI/AAAAAAAAAyY/W8urxTxRWlE/s72-c/Foto+0200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-3495573558451665776</id><published>2009-07-24T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:02:54.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Eles não me ouviram e muito menos as batidas de meu coração. Nem mesmo me viram, pois agarravam-se, grunhiam, chupavam-se, seus corpos nus resvalavam, seus braços e pernas se entrelaçavam e eles pareciam um emaranhado de serpentes brancas que contorciam seus alvos corpos à luz do luar. O cobertor sobre o qual se deitavam estava todo amarfanhado e eles se arranhavam, gemiam e suspiravam. Vi então o rosto de meu pai. Era idêntico ao semblante do diabo em cima da porta da cabana. Dei as costas e saí correndo.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— John Fante, &lt;em&gt;A Oeste de Roma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-3495573558451665776?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/3495573558451665776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=3495573558451665776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3495573558451665776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3495573558451665776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2008/08/eles-nao-me-ouviram-e-muito-menos-as.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2795055436624216633</id><published>2009-07-23T23:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:45:36.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;...it suddenly occurred to me that the songs aren't just stuff that's written on a bit of paper or put on a record. What if a song is like a person? Like a song might have some sort of — talking in a fanciful way — it might have a store of kinetic energy of a kind that we can't, that we haven't managed to quantify or identify. And it felt to me, like when we play &lt;em&gt;"White Man in Hammersmith Palais"&lt;/em&gt;, it plays itself. It wants to be played.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I'll wake up in the night and think of a song that I've forgotten all about. It's almost like people ringing you up. I know it sounds ridiculous. It's part of your life — it's part of my life — some guy working on this block might've heard it. Imagine if on some level, like a world wide web of feelings. A lot of people kissed and smoked and danced — had their first experiences of the adult world to these songs. And they're really potent in a psychic — I mean I don't know nothing about this world — but I feel that they demand to be played. And I'm more than happy to play them.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.punkmagazine.com/stuff/morestuff/joe_strummer.html"&gt;Joe Strummer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2795055436624216633?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2795055436624216633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2795055436624216633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2795055436624216633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2795055436624216633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-3549592263381054625</id><published>2008-11-01T13:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:29:42.877-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;...mesmo ao escrever sobre um filme como &lt;em&gt;Terra sem pão&lt;/em&gt;, de Buñuel, que é uma documentação mordaz da condição material de uma população específica (os habitantes do vale de Las Hurdes) em um país específico (Espanha), sob uma coligação específica de classes prevalentes (da burguesia e da Igreja Católica), tudo isso apresentado com amarga ênfase no próprio filme, Bazin ainda consegue varrer a poeira material para debaixo do tapete tão rapidamente que é difícil saber o que foi visto, e escapar de forma imediata para as poeiras mais edificantes do paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Foi observado que, em seu artigo sobre &lt;em&gt;Terra sem pão&lt;/em&gt;, Bazin nem sequer menciona as palavras "classe", "explorada", "rico", "capitalismo", "propriedade", "proletariado", "burguesia", "ordem", "dinheiro", "lucro" etc. E quais são as palavras que encontramos em seu lugar? Expressões grandiosas, conceitos abrangentes e generosos que são a matéria-prima de uma extensa tradição do idealismo humanista burguês — como "consciência", "salvação", "tristeza", "pureza", "integridade", "crueldade objetiva do mundo", "verdade transcendental", "crueldade da condição humana", "infelicidade", "a crueldade na Criação", "destino", "horror", "piedade", "Madona", "miséria humana", "obscenidade cirúrgica", "amor", "dialética pascaliana" (tinha de ser pascaliana!), "toda beleza de uma &lt;em&gt;Pietà&lt;/em&gt; espanhola", "nobreza e harmonia", "presença do belo no atroz", "um infernal paraíso terrestre" etc. etc.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— James Roy MacBean&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-3549592263381054625?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/3549592263381054625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=3549592263381054625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3549592263381054625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3549592263381054625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-9208282731921926561</id><published>2008-11-01T12:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:12:24.416-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/SQxxuiVNsUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HksOZgVaRpo/s1600-h/calcinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/SQxxuiVNsUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HksOZgVaRpo/s400/calcinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-9208282731921926561?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/9208282731921926561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=9208282731921926561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/9208282731921926561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/9208282731921926561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETc9slcldto/SQxxuiVNsUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HksOZgVaRpo/s72-c/calcinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2221049140771170610</id><published>2008-07-13T01:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:48:43.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;...é essa desconfiança [em relação à literatura] que está no cerne de Graciliano. Nenhuma forma de arte consegue repor no mundo aquilo de que ele nos privou. Se o faz, é pelo caminho da imaginação (que requer alguma dose de esperança) ou pela explicitação da falta. Como lemos a partir do presente, um autor que nos fala sempre do aniquilamento, que escreve na linguagem austera da rasura, atinge o coração de seu tempo.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Manuel da Costa Pinto&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2221049140771170610?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2221049140771170610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2221049140771170610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2221049140771170610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2221049140771170610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1499147220400665274</id><published>2008-06-02T04:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:40:31.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;O seu trabalho está se tornando mais cínico com o tempo? — Pode ser, mas sabe por quê? Porque hoje a sociedade aprendeu a lidar com a agressão. A sociedade sempre teve muito medo do artista, que a agredia muitas vezes diretamente. Como foi que ela aprendeu a lidar com isso? Consumindo. No momento em que eu consumo, você pode me agredir à vontade porque eu não sinto mais os seus tapas. Então a sociedade fica consumindo você o tempo todo. Você grita alto, esperneia, e nada faz a mínima diferença. Eu não tenho mais como sair da leitura que se faz do meu trabalho. Se eu fizer um monte de lixo, se eu quebrar toda a minha obra, não adianta. Quando a leitura já está dada, você simplesmente tem que voltar àquilo que importa: a intuição. Só.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Nelson Leirner&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1499147220400665274?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/1499147220400665274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=1499147220400665274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1499147220400665274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1499147220400665274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-seu-trabalho-est-se-tornando-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-6504845224252708747</id><published>2008-03-11T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:36:27.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/R9bQ87p9nPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yQHNZ38OFY0/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/R9bQ87p9nPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yQHNZ38OFY0/s400/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-6504845224252708747?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/R9bQ87p9nPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yQHNZ38OFY0/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-5521989240435208870</id><published>2008-01-31T08:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:53:54.248-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;...a adesão ao gênero é aqui mais do que um simples mecanismo de mercado, mas uma adequação a um projeto de filme-acontecimento, de estranho fenômeno catártico no qual a sociedade se reconhece pelas suas contradições e tenta tatear soluções, ora pela adesão ensandecida (absurdo olhar para o filme como a construção positivante de um herói), ora pela recusa através do asco (a facilidade de termos como "fascista", etc.).&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.contracampo.com.br/89/crittropadeelite.htm"&gt;Ruy Gardnier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-5521989240435208870?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/5521989240435208870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=5521989240435208870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/5521989240435208870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/5521989240435208870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-321303797128702788</id><published>2008-01-11T19:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:38:42.148-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Things are not the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;One and all got to face reality now&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Natural Mystic"&lt;/em&gt;, Bob Marley&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-321303797128702788?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/321303797128702788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2092287904784507444</id><published>2007-12-26T14:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:07:25.681-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Fatos recentes fazem com que pensemos sobre nossos atos. Estaremos fazendo as coisas como se deve?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— MZK&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2092287904784507444?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2092287904784507444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2092287904784507444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2092287904784507444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2092287904784507444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/12/fatos-recentes-fazem-com-que-pensemos.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2342677797998096250</id><published>2007-11-28T10:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:38:03.563-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/R01dvYmFbjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/CcaV0g0srJc/s1600-h/nudewithparasol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/R01dvYmFbjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/CcaV0g0srJc/s400/nudewithparasol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icp.org/site/c.dnJGKJNsFqG/b.2216209/k.398A/Martin_Munkacsi_Exhibition_Images.htm"&gt;Martin Munkacsi&lt;/a&gt;, foto publicada em 1935 na Harper's Bazaar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2342677797998096250?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2342677797998096250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2342677797998096250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2342677797998096250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2342677797998096250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/11/martin-munkacsi.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/R01dvYmFbjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/CcaV0g0srJc/s72-c/nudewithparasol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-3189919376091509746</id><published>2007-11-28T10:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:22:05.419-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;A brother with no color 'cause all I see is gray&lt;br /&gt;If you knew who you were this road you would not play&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Knowledge Of Self"&lt;/em&gt;, Us3&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Se soubessem o valor que a nossa raça tem&lt;br /&gt;Tingiam a palma da mão pra ser escura também&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Júri Racional"&lt;/em&gt;, Racionais MC's&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-3189919376091509746?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/3189919376091509746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=3189919376091509746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3189919376091509746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3189919376091509746'/><link 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freeze&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Cold Bitch"&lt;/em&gt;, Soundgarden&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-6199644040436797584?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/6199644040436797584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=6199644040436797584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/6199644040436797584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/6199644040436797584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-your-breast-i-might-lay-my-crowded.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-6324158505721024738</id><published>2007-08-23T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T00:47:38.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;What have we learned, which lessons won't stick?&lt;br /&gt;Tracing the edges of wisdom and shit&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Knowing How The World Works"&lt;/em&gt;, Les Savy Fav&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-6324158505721024738?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1442699545125372896</id><published>2007-08-08T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:53:02.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Le cinéma d'avant-garde constitue un laboratoire mais aussi un conservatoire, en ce qu'il préserve des idéaux esthétiques pour la plupart institués au siècle des Lumières, à commencer par les dynamiques de novation, d'originalité, de critique et de responsabilité politique de l'art, qui restent bien étrangères au cinéma de grande consommation.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Nicole Brenez&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1442699545125372896?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-1872424142929201519</id><published>2007-08-07T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:25:25.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/Rrixu8D7WCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-kq_eyaInIk/s1600-h/slaughterhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/Rrixu8D7WCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-kq_eyaInIk/s400/slaughterhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;Une autre forme de cinéma utopiste concerne l'organisation du tournage. Le temps d'une création, une communauté humaine élabore des règles de fonctionnement qui refusent la division du travail, la hiérarchie, les conventions.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Nicole Brenez&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-1872424142929201519?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/1872424142929201519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=1872424142929201519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1872424142929201519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/1872424142929201519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/08/une-autre-forme-de-cinma-utopiste.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/Rrixu8D7WCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-kq_eyaInIk/s72-c/slaughterhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-7345528488852210592</id><published>2007-08-07T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:20:30.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Time was, in a so-called classical tradition of cinema, when the preparation of a film meant first of all finding a good story, developing it, scripting it and writing dialogue; with that done, you found actors who suited the characters and then you shot it. This is something I've done twice, with &lt;em&gt;Paris nous appartient&lt;/em&gt; [1960] and &lt;em&gt;La Religieuse&lt;/em&gt; [1966], and I found the method totally unsatisfying.... What I have tried since — after many others, following the precedents of Rouch, Godard and so on — is to attempt to find, alone or in company..., a generating principle which will then, as though on its own (I stress the "as though"), develop in an autonomous manner and engender a filmic product from which, afterwards, a film...can be cut, or rather "produced".&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Jacques Rivette&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-7345528488852210592?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/7345528488852210592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=7345528488852210592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7345528488852210592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7345528488852210592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-was-in-so-called-classical.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2132348662859868106</id><published>2007-07-02T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:59:35.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Cut me down like the trees&lt;br /&gt;Like the lumber or weeds&lt;br /&gt;Drink me out of the sea&lt;br /&gt;And then teach me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Give me forests half dead&lt;br /&gt;I wish death on myself&lt;br /&gt;Give me forests so dead&lt;br /&gt;I wish death on myself&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"March Into The Sea"&lt;/em&gt;, Modest Mouse&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2132348662859868106?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2132348662859868106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2132348662859868106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/2132348662859868106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-4965929925969499842?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/4965929925969499842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=4965929925969499842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4965929925969499842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/4965929925969499842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ETc9slcldto/Rk8yqlS9EsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nYvZWiGqxcs/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-6692856533903031978</id><published>2007-05-12T02:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:36:20.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;...erotic lust devours the desired one like a vampire's kiss, reduces the body of the Other to something less than a 'human personality', and yet something more than an everyday lover.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.latrobe.edu.au/screeningthepast/20/claire-denis.html"&gt;Adrian Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-6692856533903031978?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/6692856533903031978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=6692856533903031978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/6692856533903031978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/6692856533903031978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-7139088996664109122</id><published>2007-05-12T02:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:33:48.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;The slightest lack in the other's desire is developed to the point of catastrophe, opening a fissure in the couple's fusion and triggering a deluge of scenarios of death and abandonment into which the characters dive. Whether on the plane of morality (&lt;em&gt;The Funeral&lt;/em&gt;) or emotion (&lt;em&gt;The Blackout&lt;/em&gt;), Ferrara's characters cannot live if not in a state of &lt;em&gt;amour fou&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Nicole Brenez&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-7139088996664109122?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/7139088996664109122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=7139088996664109122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7139088996664109122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7139088996664109122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/05/slightest-lack-in-others-desire-is.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-8584311536255519984</id><published>2007-04-27T12:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:29:50.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;When logic and proportion&lt;br /&gt;Have fallen sloppy dead&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"White Rabbit"&lt;/em&gt;, Jefferson Airplane&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-8584311536255519984?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/8584311536255519984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=8584311536255519984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8584311536255519984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8584311536255519984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-logic-and-proportion-have-fallen.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-3555914216449762660</id><published>2007-04-27T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:28:30.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;To confront the unknowable, precisely what we don’t want to know: because cinema is based upon the linking and unlinking of images, it can risk this. Nothing is nobler than to shatter a film upon such an ambition, such belief, such confidence: the cinema can manifest everything, it can be vertiginous like a coma, pitiless like a Hobbes treatise, limpid like the spectrograph of a corpse.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://rouge.com.au/1/grandrieux.html"&gt;Nicole Brenez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putz grila, eu amo essa mulher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-3555914216449762660?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/3555914216449762660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=3555914216449762660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3555914216449762660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3555914216449762660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-confront-unknowable-precisely-what.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-7470553677220268063</id><published>2007-04-22T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:15:01.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;I've retraced my steps a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I've spent hours asking all my friends about her&lt;br /&gt;Been six months but I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, nobody, nobody remembers her name&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Bombshell"&lt;/em&gt;, Operation Ivy&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-7470553677220268063?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/7470553677220268063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=7470553677220268063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7470553677220268063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7470553677220268063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-retraced-my-steps-thousand-times.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-6689807828439988527</id><published>2007-04-22T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:45:16.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Le film est travaillé par la bestialité qui est en nous à la fois comme une menace et un destin. C'est une force vitale et très solaire. Les chiens, le soleil et la petite enfance sont pour moi étrangement proches. Cette menace d'être dévoré se déploie par ailleurs, autrement, dans l'angoisse de pénétrer les corps.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.allocine.fr/film/anecdote_gen_cfilm=44857.html"&gt;Philippe Grandrieux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-6689807828439988527?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/6689807828439988527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=6689807828439988527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/6689807828439988527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/6689807828439988527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/04/le-film-est-travaill-par-la-bestialit.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-3700243929662219147</id><published>2007-04-22T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:39:19.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;I've been in studios where a musician, for instance, would play a rhythm guitar part. He'd say, "I've got an idea for a part," and at that moment he was excited about it. He would play it, and it would have all sorts of imperfections; he would suddenly think of a variation on it halfway through that was a little bit better. So having heard that back, he'd say, "Yeah, that variation is good. I'll do that all the way through." So he'd go out and do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as you could tell, his playing was identical. But something was lost there, and it's not something one just suspects. I'm sure it's true. Something has been lost. There's a kind of tension, even down to microscopic things like the tentativeness or certainty with which he hits a string. I'm sure that makes an acoustic difference to what happens. So I'm more and more preferring to move into a position of fooling myself, in a way, that what I'm doing is not a retractable statement.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://music.hyperreal.org/artists/brian_eno/interviews/mram82a.html"&gt;Brian Eno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-3700243929662219147?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/3700243929662219147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=3700243929662219147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3700243929662219147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3700243929662219147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-in-studios-where-musician-for.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-2847474021912393164</id><published>2007-04-22T16:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:08:44.038-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;There is a Japanese visual art in which the artist is forced to be spontaneous. He must paint on a thin stretched parchment with a special brush and black water paint in such a way that an unnatural or interrupted stroke will destroy the line or break through the parchment. Erasures or changes are impossible. These artists must practice a particular discipline, that of allowing the idea to express itself in communication with their hands in such a direct way that deliberation cannot interfere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resulting pictures lack the complex composition and textures of ordinary painting, but it is said that those who see well find something captured that escapes explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conviction that direct deed is the most meaningful reflection, I believe, has prompted the evolution of the extremely severe and unique disciplines of the jazz or improvising musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group improvisation is a further challenge. Aside from the weighty technical problem of collective coherent thinking, there is the very human, even social need for sympathy from all members to bend for the common result. This most difficult problem, I think, is beautifully met and solved on this recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the painter needs his framework of parchment, the improvising musical group needs its framework in time. Miles Davis presents here frameworks which are exquisite in their simplicity and yet contain all that is necessary to stimulate performance with a sure reference to the primary conception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles conceived these settings only hours before the recording dates and arrived with sketches which indicated to the group what was to be played. Therefore, you will hear something close to pure spontaneity in these performances. The group had never played these pieces prior to the recordings and I think without exception the first complete performance of each was a "take."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is not uncommon for a jazz musician to be expected to improvise on new material at a recording session, the character of these pieces represents a particular challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="300" size="1" align="center" noshade /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly, the formal character of the five settings are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So What&lt;/em&gt; is a simple figure based on 16 measures of one scale, 8 of another and 8 more of the first, following a piano and bass introduction in free rhythmic style. &lt;em&gt;Freddie Freeloader&lt;/em&gt; is a 12-measure blues form given new personality by effective melodic and rhythmic simplicity. &lt;em&gt;Blue in Green&lt;/em&gt; is a 10-measure circular form following a 4-measure introduction, and played by soloists in various augmentation and diminution of time values. &lt;em&gt;All Blues&lt;/em&gt; is a 6/8 12-measure blues form that produces its mood through only a few modal changes and Miles Davis' free melodic conception. &lt;em&gt;Flamenco Sketches&lt;/em&gt; is a series of five scales, each to be played as long as the soloist wishes until he has completed the series.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Bill Evans, &lt;em&gt;Improvisation In Jazz&lt;/em&gt; (na contra-capa do &lt;em&gt;Kind of Blue&lt;/em&gt;, do Miles Davis)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-2847474021912393164?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/2847474021912393164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=2847474021912393164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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blind&lt;br /&gt;Cuts at the lining of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I was tethered to her for a time&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Karen Koltrane"&lt;/em&gt;, Sonic Youth&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-8615429975391406586?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/8615429975391406586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=8615429975391406586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8615429975391406586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/8615429975391406586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/03/karens-leaving-for-snow-somewhere-to.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-9135047846066354144</id><published>2007-03-26T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:19:55.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;It's the insanity of making movies, the sadomasochism of making a movie and how you can destroy your life just to make a movie, and then in the end, is it worth it? And it's a little bit like &lt;em&gt;Day For Night&lt;/em&gt;, Truffaut's film, how it's, you know, you see the movie being shot, it's a movie within a movie, and sometimes it's very confusing, what's real and what's not real.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTGpChaqk_8"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-9135047846066354144?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/9135047846066354144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=9135047846066354144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/9135047846066354144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/9135047846066354144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-insanity-of-making-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-456229882458408807</id><published>2007-03-22T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:26:34.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;At the end of this "last" film &lt;em&gt;[Love Streams]&lt;/em&gt;, love is a kind of difficult gift: something freely given but also liable to go beyond the usual etiquette of exchange between actor and character and spectator and film. One way to sum up Cassavetes's films is to say that they experiment with the forms of cinematic expression to conjure such a sense of affective surplus.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— George Kouvaros&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-456229882458408807?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/456229882458408807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=456229882458408807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/456229882458408807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/456229882458408807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-end-of-this-last-film-love-streams.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-7787507277672038374</id><published>2007-03-20T01:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:31:17.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;...film is twenty-four frames a second, and when you sit in a room, between every fucking frame is a little bit of black. So, at the end of the fucking hour-and-a-half movie, everybody here sat in the dark for maybe thirty minutes. When you watch tapes, it's a constant obliteration of your mind. In these thirty minutes of darkness, there is a symbiosis between the audience and the film. That's when you make your own film. And you also watch a film with everybody all around you, everybody here at the same time and that's not like watching video, man, even if videos saved our lives.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Abel Ferrara&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-7787507277672038374?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/7787507277672038374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=7787507277672038374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7787507277672038374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/7787507277672038374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-3064439177988965156</id><published>2007-03-16T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:23:51.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;O que significa ser um cineasta autoral num país como o Brasil? — O processo de confecção de meus filmes é aberto. Todo mundo pode se expressar, não é uma coisa fechada. Cinema autoral parece aquela coisa de o sujeito ter realizado tudo. Não é o meu caso. A gente filma no set; não gosto de filmar no papel. Meu processo de criação é o mais aberto possível. O autoral, no caso, está presente na liberdade e na integridade.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Beto Brant&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-3064439177988965156?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/3064439177988965156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=3064439177988965156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3064439177988965156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/3064439177988965156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-que-significa-ser-um-cineasta-autoral.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-5595776279612983959</id><published>2007-02-13T12:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:14:38.777-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Representar a realidade, sim; mas, como disse a Zoë Lund: &lt;q&gt;That which is not yet, but ought to be, is more real than that which merely is.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-5595776279612983959?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/5595776279612983959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=5595776279612983959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/5595776279612983959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/5595776279612983959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/02/representar-realidade-sim-mas-como.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-116790807479402598</id><published>2007-01-04T08:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:54:34.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;In the white noise of desire&lt;br /&gt;We can't hear a single thing&lt;br /&gt;Floating round the fragile bough&lt;br /&gt;Afflictions of the human soul&lt;br /&gt;Its beauty immaterial&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Cash"&lt;/em&gt;, Patti Smith&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-116790807479402598?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/116790807479402598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=116790807479402598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116790807479402598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116790807479402598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-white-noise-of-desire-we-cant-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-116425535785960770</id><published>2006-11-23T02:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T02:38:10.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6061/21/1600/100989/openingnight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I met you I was a bum, I was a drunk. I was a drunk with a pad. I was W.C. Fields without a nose, I was Dean Martin without any charm. I was no good, really. I thought that small talk was too small, I thought that big talk was too pretentious, I though music was noise and I thought art was bullshit. That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're no good, Virginia. You're just a girl, two legs. I know that. But I love you. You see, I'm not too secure, I'm step by step. But I know you, you see. I know you because I look at you while you sleep. Did you know you sleep with half your eyes open, did you know that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-116425535785960770?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/116425535785960770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=116425535785960770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116425535785960770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116425535785960770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-i-met-you-i-was-bum-i-was-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-116380568906178016</id><published>2006-11-17T21:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:21:29.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;People will often ask me, "what’s your band’s politics? What’s your politics on this? What’s your politics on that?" And I tell them that one of the main things for me, and for the rest of the band, is that the whole place has already burnt down. That everything went wrong in Rome. I don’t know who was trying to put a Band-Aid on a sinking ship. The idea of trying to fix things and like, what’s really to blame is the written language. That’s where everything started going bad.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;I think one of things we've always struggled with is trying to figure out how you get the energy of being live, 'cause obviously a tape recording of a live show doesn't convey that at all — at least, not to us. Maybe it does one time when you listen to it, but then after you listen to it once it's gone. Obviously, live, we're really interested in spontaneity and improvising. And one of our big things is, how can you record in a way that, when you've got this thing that's never gonna change, but you can still feel like it changes?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Tim Harrington&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-116380568906178016?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/116380568906178016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=116380568906178016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116380568906178016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116380568906178016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/11/people-will-often-ask-me-whats-your.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-116373371536129669</id><published>2006-11-17T01:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:29:44.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;The positive thing about this album, I don’t know what songs, but maybe a song or two on there might (show) a little hope for us to change shit. Other than, it’s pretty bleak if we keep goin’ on this route. I’m telling people that it’s not society imitating the artist, it’s the artist imitating society. People still think that it’s up to us! It’s up to you to stop this shit! "If you stopped singing about it, muthafuckas would stop doing it." Yeah, right. Okay.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Schoolly D&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-116373371536129669?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/116373371536129669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=116373371536129669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116373371536129669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116373371536129669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/11/positive-thing-about-this-album-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-116362183467467105</id><published>2006-11-15T18:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:17:14.676-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/1600/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/400/janela.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-116362183467467105?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/116362183467467105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=116362183467467105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116362183467467105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116362183467467105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-116362135286010101</id><published>2006-11-15T18:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:19:30.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Em arte, só quem rompe um código se conforma ao código da modernidade. Ocorre que todos agora nos queremos modernos, e que, no fundo, ninguém mais se apega a código nenhum. Segue-se que a situação da vanguarda fica muito facilitada, ao mesmo tempo que se complica. É claro que não é o caso de voltar atrás, o que aliás nem seria possível, pois o tradicionalismo técnico já não se encontra e não é mais um adversário de primeira linha. Sua existência é um resíduo provinciano, e dia a dia está mais evidente o parentesco, e não o antagonismo, entre a inovação pela inovação e o movimento geral da sociedade. Basta pensar na produção pela produção, na revolução tecnológica e científica, e na vocação modernista da publicidade. Noutras palavras, quando se confina à dimensão técnica, o radicalismo experimental é hoje uma atitude benquista e alienada como outras. À semelhança do que se passa no campo das forças produtivas, o progresso técnico em estética chegou a um impasse. Assim, talvez o rigor agora não esteja na destruição (redundante) de linguagens que já não resistem, mas na capacidade de tirar um partido vivo, tão a par das coisas e sem prevenção quanto possível, desta terra de ninguém que é o nosso hábitat atual.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Roberto Schwarz&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-116362135286010101?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/116362135286010101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=116362135286010101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116362135286010101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116362135286010101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/11/em-arte-s-quem-rompe-um-cdigo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-116195409979029607</id><published>2006-10-27T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:57:01.383-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;We were aiming for the moon, we were shooting at the stars&lt;br /&gt;But the kids were just shooting at the buses and the cars&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Bury Me With It"&lt;/em&gt;, Modest Mouse&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;They're pointing with their pistols&lt;br /&gt;While we're reaching for the sky&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack of their lives&lt;br /&gt;Is an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye...&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"No Sleeves"&lt;/em&gt;, Les Savy Fav&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-116195409979029607?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/116195409979029607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=116195409979029607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116195409979029607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116195409979029607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-were-aiming-for-moon-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-116003365910756250</id><published>2006-10-05T04:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:49:23.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Cinema offers humanity its experimental laboratory for research into continuity and discontinuity. Conceived and deployed as a critical instrument in a world where the principal antagonist of knowledge is communication (in the contemporary disciplinary sense of the term), cinema makes it possible, in the face of the evidence of apparent facts, to unearth prescription and injunction, undo artificial associations, introduce rupture, and establish fresh, untried links between phenomena.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.rouge.com.au/9/percussion.html"&gt;Nicole Brenez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-116003365910756250?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/116003365910756250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=116003365910756250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116003365910756250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/116003365910756250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/10/cinema-offers-humanity-its.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-115981573648984338</id><published>2006-10-02T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:00:05.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por que uma imagem e não outra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-115981573648984338?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/115981573648984338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=115981573648984338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115981573648984338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115981573648984338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/10/por-que-uma-imagem-e-no-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-115904692771236006</id><published>2006-09-23T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:28:47.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;When things are all you think of&lt;br /&gt;And plans are all you make&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts are all you dream of&lt;br /&gt;And falls are all you take&lt;br /&gt;Look out, the world's destroyin' ya&lt;br /&gt;Relax, it isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature's disposition&lt;br /&gt;She don't mind, she don't care&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Liar"&lt;/em&gt;, Built To Spill&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-115904692771236006?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/115904692771236006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=115904692771236006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115904692771236006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115904692771236006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-things-are-all-you-think-of-and.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-115855543478211475</id><published>2006-09-18T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:27:57.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/1600/fadingvibes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/400/fadingvibes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que fiz essa foto acidentalmente: lembro de tirá-la em poucos segundos, e o enquadramento, cortando a cabeça da Adélia, é meio alienígena pra mim — além de que ela nunca ficaria parada pra eu bater uma pose... Mas gostei muito da composição, e dos elementos: a descrição do formato do crânio, a visão frontal da orelha (como num plano sensacional d'&lt;em&gt;A Menina Santa&lt;/em&gt;), a cor do cabelo (que ela tinha pintado pela primeira vez e eu só tinha visto uns dois dias antes), a tridimensionalidade no recorte das paredes, e a fonte de luz, visível no quadro, sobre sua cabeça — que aliás conecta esta foto a &lt;a href="http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonho-natlia-tava-entrando-na-cozinha.html"&gt;outra de que gosto muito&lt;/a&gt;, talvez um símbolo inconsciente de minha idealização...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-115855543478211475?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/115855543478211475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=115855543478211475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115855543478211475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115855543478211475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/09/acho-que-fiz-essa-foto-acidentalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-115349781007170853</id><published>2006-07-21T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:41:23.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;...a ilusão mais séria e mais perniciosa — e neste caso as trajetórias do ator e do autor convergem, tanto no cinema como no palco — é quando nós nos convencemos de que a abordagem intelectual é suficiente, de que a análise inteligente dará conta de qualquer contingência. Tudo o que é necessário, imaginamos, é o autor saber o que quer dizer, preparar um plano preciso, definir suas estruturas — e o resto virá por si mesmo. E, assim, a &lt;em&gt;performance&lt;/em&gt; do ator, também, seria simplesmente a tradução, em palavras e gestos, de uma idéia que a mente já ruminou.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Jean-Claude Carrière&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-115349781007170853?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/115349781007170853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=115349781007170853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115349781007170853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115349781007170853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-115147762542832774</id><published>2006-06-28T03:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:16:54.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outro dia, enquanto me preparava pra sair de casa, o sol entrando pela porta da varanda projetou um padrão fascinante na parede, uns círculos concêntricos de luz. Fiquei encantado com isso e descobri como obscurecer separadamente cada um deles, passando o dedo pelo vidro: um efeito ainda mais fascinante, que desejei muito registrar. Não o fiz pra não chegar atrasado na faculdade, já que pela primeira vez estava dentro do horário. Desde então todos os dias foram nublados, ou não consegui acordar tão cedo, ou esqueci de abrir a cortina, ou o eixo do planeta saiu da inclinação ideal, e em breve vou mudar de apartamento. &lt;em&gt;Une image perdue...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-115147762542832774?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/115147762542832774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=115147762542832774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115147762542832774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115147762542832774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/06/outro-dia-enquanto-eu-me-preparava-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-115011028373892994</id><published>2006-06-12T08:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:49:56.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;You have a particular rehearsal method: often you rehearse other scenes... — There are films where you need to rehearse, but it's true, I don't like rehearsing scenes that I'm about to shoot. So there are times when you need to rehearse something a little different. Jean-Pol and I write scenes which are not in the script, just for rehearsal purposes. Because I'm too afraid, if I rehearse a scene, that I'll find myself saying during the shoot: it was so good earlier, now it's gone. I think what's painful for me when I'm not shooting is to have to exist. I don't mean 'to live', because that's something else again. You have to justify everything you do. What I like during filming is that these are moments when you have the right not to reply and to let things happen. Before the shoot, after the shoot, you have to account for everything.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;But do you like that chance when you're shooting as well because in some of the films there is a feel of documentary, a feel of real events happening and I'm thinking of &lt;em&gt;S'en Fout la Mort&lt;/em&gt; where we see real cock fighting. — Yeah, but &lt;em&gt;S'en Fout la Mort&lt;/em&gt; was rehearsed. We did rehearse a lot. But we rehearsed, I was telling Denis Lavant this morning on the train and Michel Subor, that we always rehearsed other scenes, never the real script. For &lt;em&gt;S'en Fout La Mort&lt;/em&gt;, we were rehearsing a Jean Eustache script, &lt;em&gt;La Maman et la Putain&lt;/em&gt; with two boys. We rehearse the very opposite from what we are going to shoot so that we are together in a kind of womb. We want to work together, but the script is not completely unveiled. I hate to rehearse a scene, because then I am not interested in shooting the scene or then I have to change it. It has to be completely new the day we shoot. Otherwise... but I don't mean that as a principle as if I were right, to me it's the way of being certain that something might happen. Something that I have not prepared, something that really makes every one of us ready for what we have not prepared.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Claire Denis&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-115011028373892994?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/115011028373892994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=115011028373892994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115011028373892994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/115011028373892994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-have-particular-rehearsal-method.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114973685782811825</id><published>2006-06-08T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T05:06:28.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A erotização é a norma no cinema. A não ser que não se deseje olhar, ou se olhe "desinteressadamente" — mas o olhar é a própria expressão do desejo, e o contato visual, o primeiro contato sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt; Sei lá, talvez seja mais saudável não aceitar essa generalização...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114973685782811825?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114973685782811825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114973685782811825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114973685782811825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114973685782811825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/06/erotizao-norma-no-cinema.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114898436021527351</id><published>2006-05-30T07:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T07:19:20.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Leonard Cohen&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114898436021527351?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114898436021527351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114898436021527351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114898436021527351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114898436021527351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/05/poetry-is-just-evidence-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114898426807066591</id><published>2006-05-30T07:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T07:17:48.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;É verdade que, durante a filmagem, Cassavetes hesitou em assassinar o bookmaker chinês? — Por incrível que pareça, é verdade. O filme se chamava &lt;em&gt;The Killing of a Chinese Bookie&lt;/em&gt; e no dia em que devíamos matar o bookmaker chinês estávamos jantando. Era um jantar demorado, que parecia não acabar mais. E John me perguntou: "Ben, será que teremos mesmo que matá-lo? Não sei se devemos fazê-lo." Eu respondi: "John, não tenho nada contra este sujeito. É um cara encantador. Por que deverei matá-lo?" John disse: "É verdade. Detesto matar quem quer que seja." Na verdade, ele parecia bastante aborrecido. Passadas umas três horas, Al Ruban, o produtor, apareceu e disse a John: "A equipe está pronta. O que está acontecendo?" E John respondeu: "Que vamos fazer?" E eu disse: "Francamente, não sei." Então ele se levantou e gritou: "Neste caso, vamos matá-lo." E naquela noite o assassinamos.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Ben Gazzara&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114898426807066591?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114898426807066591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114898426807066591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114898426807066591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114898426807066591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/05/verdade-que-durante-filmagem.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114702107326644846</id><published>2006-05-07T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:57:53.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/1600/IMG_6842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/400/IMG_6842.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um plano no &lt;em&gt;Limite&lt;/em&gt; do Mário Peixoto que me lembrou dessa foto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114702107326644846?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114702107326644846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114702107326644846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114702107326644846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114702107326644846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/05/tem-um-plano-no-limite-do-mrio-peixoto.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114688171470353472</id><published>2006-05-05T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:57:09.386-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Eros is acquisitive, egocentric or even selfish; agape is a giving love. Eros is an unconstant, unfaithful love, while agape is unwavering and continues to give despite ingratitude. Eros is a love that responds to the merit or value of its object; while agape creates value in its object as a result of loving it... Finally, eros is an ascending love, the human’s route to God; agape is a descending love, God’s route to humans...&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Alan Soble&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114688171470353472?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114688171470353472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114688171470353472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114688171470353472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114688171470353472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/05/eros-is-acquisitive-egocentric-or-even.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114678356539502418</id><published>2006-05-04T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:39:25.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em &lt;em&gt;Nossa Música&lt;/em&gt; o Godard conta, durante uma palestra, a história de uma camponesa que dizia ter visto a Virgem Maria. Mostram então a ela várias representações artísticas, e a que acaba identificando é justamente uma pintura medieval: &lt;em&gt;&lt;q&gt;Sem profundidade, sem movimento, sem ilusão; o sagrado.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em outras palavras: o oposto do cinema...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114678356539502418?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114678356539502418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114678356539502418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114678356539502418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114678356539502418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/05/em-nossa-msica-o-godard-conta-durante.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114678317282142502</id><published>2006-05-04T19:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:17:53.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Deparei com essa idéia no caminho, e lancei mão das primeiras pobres palavras que me vieram, a fim de prendê-la, para que não fugisse de mim. E agora ela morreu devido a essas palavras secas e tremula, nelas pendurada — e já não sei, quando a observo, como pude ter tanta felicidade ao colher esse pássaro.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Nietzsche, &lt;em&gt;A gaia ciência&lt;/em&gt; §298&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;Oh, que são vocês afinal, meus pensamentos escritos e pintados! Há pouco tempo ainda eram tão irisados, tão jovens e maldosos, com espinhos e temperos secretos, que me faziam espirrar e rir — e agora? Já se despojaram de sua novidade, e alguns estão prestes, receio, a tornar-se verdades: tão imortal já é seu aspecto, tão pateticamente honrado, tão enfadonho! E alguma vez foi diferente? Que coisas escrevemos e pintamos, nós, mandarins com pincel chinês, eternizadores do que &lt;em&gt;consente&lt;/em&gt; em ser escrito, que coisa conseguimos apenas pintar? Oh, somente aquilo que está a ponto de murchar e perder seu aroma! Oh, somente pássaros que se fatigaram e extraviaram no vôo, e agora se deixam apanhar com a mão — com a &lt;em&gt;nossa&lt;/em&gt; mão! Eternizamos o que já não pode viver e voar muito tempo, somente coisas gastas e exaustas! Apenas para sua &lt;em&gt;tarde&lt;/em&gt; eu tenho cores, meus pensamentos escritos e pintados, muitas cores talvez, várias delicadezas multicores, e cinquenta amarelos e vermelhos e marrons e verdes: — mas com isso ninguém adivinhará como eram vocês em sua manhã, vocês, imprevistas centelhas e prodígios de minha solidão, vocês, velhos e amados — &lt;em&gt;maus&lt;/em&gt; pensamentos!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;Além do bem e do mal&lt;/em&gt; §296&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114678317282142502?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114678317282142502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114678317282142502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114678317282142502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114678317282142502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/05/deparei-com-essa-idia-no-caminho-e.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114678294778393104</id><published>2006-05-04T19:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T02:10:34.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se eu tivesse um daqueles óculos que escondem uma minúscula câmera de vídeo, eu sairía por aí lançando olhares às damas e registrando suas reações...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114678294778393104?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114678294778393104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114678294778393104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114678294778393104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114678294778393104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/05/se-eu-tivesse-um-daqueles-culos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114542895901992062</id><published>2006-04-19T03:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:59:44.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não importa o que nós, que vivemos nosso próprio drama, dizemos sobre nós mesmos: se escapamos de nos contradizer, não escapamos pelo menos de nos transformar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114542895901992062?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114542895901992062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114542895901992062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114542895901992062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114542895901992062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-importa-o-que-ns-que-vivemos-nosso.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114496434436418153</id><published>2006-04-13T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:20:00.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;The point is, you gotta make something happen up there: something's gotta go down or there's no sense turning on the camera... How can I put this? There's gotta be an &lt;em&gt;event&lt;/em&gt;, that you're gonna turn the camera on &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt;, and if that event isn't there, then what's the point? What're you shooting? Are you doing this shot so you can go to that shot?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Abel Ferrara&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114496434436418153?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114496434436418153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114496434436418153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114496434436418153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114496434436418153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/04/point-is-you-gotta-make-something.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114440328746935428</id><published>2006-04-06T02:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:25:36.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como é possível errar tanto e não aprender nada? Autodestruição?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114440328746935428?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114440328746935428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114440328746935428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114440328746935428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114440328746935428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/04/como-possvel-errar-tanto-e-no-aprender.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114427834194854706</id><published>2006-04-05T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:18:20.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;If I could make the world as pure&lt;br /&gt;and strange as what I see,&lt;br /&gt;I'd put you in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I put in front of me&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Pale Blue Eyes"&lt;/em&gt;, Velvet Underground&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114427834194854706?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114427834194854706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114427834194854706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114427834194854706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114427834194854706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-i-could-make-world-as-pure-and.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114375108290266478</id><published>2006-03-30T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:17:18.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/1600/natalia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/400/natalia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho: a Natália tava entrando na cozinha pra pegar um copo d'água e eu resolvi dizer pra ela como ela é linda. Ela achou minha afirmação inadequada e deixou eu perceber isso virando pra mim o rosto, obscurecido pelas sombras da grade da porta do armário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114375108290266478?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114375108290266478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114375108290266478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114375108290266478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114375108290266478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonho-natlia-tava-entrando-na-cozinha.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114375281679853657</id><published>2006-03-30T02:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:27:19.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Before we start, are there any philosophical insights you'd like to give your readers so they might sleep easier at nights? — Well, let me say just this, something for human beings everywhere, whether they be filmmakers or otherwise. I can answer your question only by quoting hotel mogul Conrad Hilton, who was once asked what he would like to pass on to posterity. 'Whenever you take a shower, always make sure the curtain is inside the tub', he said. So I sit here and recommend to people the same. Never &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; forget the shower curtain.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Werner Herzog&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114375281679853657?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114375281679853657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114375281679853657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114375281679853657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114375281679853657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/before-we-start-are-there-any.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114440462657092036</id><published>2006-03-25T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:23:04.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem teoriza busca apreender o abstrato por detrás do concreto. Quem &lt;em&gt;lê signos&lt;/em&gt; faz o oposto, e no momento, nesse mundo em que ninguém parece dar a mínima importância pra assimilar o que é estranho e compreender o outro, isso talvez seja muito mais importante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114440462657092036?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114440462657092036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114440462657092036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114440462657092036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114440462657092036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/quem-teoriza-busca-apreender-o.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114440592622268990</id><published>2006-03-23T01:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:32:06.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/1600/kerenpedro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/400/kerenpedro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114440592622268990?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114440592622268990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114440592622268990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114440592622268990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114440592622268990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114440378905900994</id><published>2006-03-22T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:15:58.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ao conversar com uma pessoa, nós podemos dar a ela uma &lt;em&gt;mise-en-scène&lt;/em&gt;, nos aproximando/afastando ou inclinando nossa cabeça, focalizando isso ou aquilo, tornando-a mais bonita ou feia a nós mesmos etc., e uma montagem, interrompendo-a com a nossa fala ou ouvindo com atenção total, escolhendo o momento em que desviaremos os olhos, e para o que olharemos então etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114440378905900994?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114440378905900994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114440378905900994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114440378905900994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114440378905900994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/ao-conversar-com-uma-pessoa-ns-podemos.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114240221259589734</id><published>2006-03-15T02:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:28:11.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;q&gt;Existem dois níveis de leitura em um filme: o visível e o invisível. O que você coloca diante da câmera é o visível. E, se houver apenas isso, é um telefilme que você faz. Os verdadeiros filmes, para mim, são aqueles em que existe uma espécie de invisível, que só pode ser visto através daquele visível e unicamente porque ele é agenciado ou orientado assim.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— Jean-Luc Godard&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114240221259589734?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114240221259589734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114240221259589734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114240221259589734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114240221259589734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/existem-dois-nveis-de-leitura-em-um.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114206233484159673</id><published>2006-03-11T04:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:11:38.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/1600/kidnat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6061/21/400/kidnat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114206233484159673?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114206233484159673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114206233484159673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114206233484159673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114206233484159673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22750709.post-114186945264985107</id><published>2006-03-08T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:08:34.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;I spend the afternoon in cars&lt;br /&gt;I sit in traffic jams for hours&lt;br /&gt;Don't push me, I am not OK&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;— &lt;em&gt;"Jumpers"&lt;/em&gt;, Sleater-Kinney&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22750709-114186945264985107?l=okmambo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/feeds/114186945264985107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22750709&amp;postID=114186945264985107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114186945264985107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22750709/posts/default/114186945264985107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okmambo.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-spend-afternoon-in-cars-i-sit-in.html' title=''/><author><name>marcelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957156889733105918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://nevernamed.antville.org/static/nevernamed/images/tvnoise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
