Distanze non omologabili
23 de Junho de 2017, 5:23
Penso vicino e tutto s’allontana
e si fa sera sulle tazze sporche
lasciate nell’avello
era lavello _la mente va di suo
puntualizzando frasi impronunciate
con quelle adatte al luogo ed al bon ton_
tanto è lo stesso
la morte accoglie i corpi e le stoviglie
io resto
con una mezza verità placebo
fintanto che resiste l’ologramma
passando dal divano alla poltrona
col bagaglio d’un libro tra le mani
_prima però
recupero gli occhiali_
Cristina Bove
Profissões que acabarão
23 de Junho de 2017, 3:48
O artigo é bom, sem dúvida. Serve para reflexão. Apenas um adendo: no final parece que o autor compara o fascismo com o comunismo…
Profissões que acabarão
A turma que fabrica FoldiMate promete lançar a máquina ainda este ano. Custará entre US$ 700 e US$ 850. Pendura-se nela as roupas para que sequem. Daí, FoldiMate traz uma por uma cada peça para seu interior, passa e dobra. A cozinha robótica da Moley é bem mais cara: US$ 75 mil, quando for lançada para consumo, no ano que vem. Mas ela vem completa: os braços que cozinham, forno e fogão, liquidificador, multiprocessador. É capaz de fazer a maioria das receitas. Robôs aspiradores são bem mais simples — podem ser comprados, já, no Brasil, na casa dos R$ 1 mil. Estas são tecnologias que, até 2025, serão mais baratas e conhecidas.
É meio atordoante, se paramos para pensar. Tem muita coisa…
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untitled villanelle (20170622)
23 de Junho de 2017, 3:46
move along, there’s nothing here to see
broken bits like discarded crystal spheres
you should know i don’t care if you agree
my workings loosen, all at once set free
while you tell me, beg me, to persevere
move along, there’s nothing here to see
i’m no clock to wind with a secret key
much more like a badly hung chandelier
you should know i don’t care if you agree
the chain creaks and strains–then just debris
against the curling, faded veneer
move along, there’s nothing here to see
time reduces to rust these moons in apogee
an irritating hum of the inner ear
you should know i don’t care if you agree
i’ve had much practice as an absentee
all too soon this sorry shade’ll disappear
move along, there’s nothing here to see
you should know i don’t care if you agree
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Fri, 23 Jun 2017 06:45:33 +0000
23 de Junho de 2017, 3:45
Claire
Soft PastelPastel
10 x 12 x 1 in
Sold
The portrait is created from life. You may have a portrait ordered, from life or from photos. Please email at bhavna.misra@gmail.com or fill out the contact form for more information.
About Portrait
For portraits, unless the media is chosen differently, Bhavna uses artist grade oil paints and green products wherever possible. Her work is a humble attempt to show respect and gratitude towards the fellow human beings.
Paintings are sealed with acrylic varnish and sides are painted black for the frame-less display. It can hang with d-link and wire assembly. You can be have it framed or inquire about framing options.
The painting is shipped with certificate of authenticity and care instructions.
Price
This portraits and similar pieces are available in small, medium (up to 24″), and larger or customized sizes. The price range is based on the painted sq…
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50 Word Stories
23 de Junho de 2017, 3:44
Some of you may have read some of these previously so I hope you will enjoy a second read. These little stories test me so 
And I apologize for the formatting, I just cannot figure out how to fix it.
- BIRD ON A WIRE
- Wooden clothes pegs in mouth, cold-reddened hands pinning laundry on the line. A meagre sun seeps between frustrated clouds. She carries the stiffened clothing gloveless, her tiny frost-bitten feet shoeing deep Ontario snow back into the house, the incisive eye of one lonesome bird on a wire her undoing.
- DON’T EAT THAT
- Don’t eat that, Joe said. Danny swiped melon juice off his chin with one sleeve. Do you know humans eat two pounds of dirt before they die? Joe glanced from Danny to the watermelon, flicked off the ants and bit in.
- |RECURRING DREAMS
- People race to safety of churches on hills…
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