Behind Every Photograph
31 de Outubro de 2016, 16:02
Behind every photograph there is a story. And a photographer who is expressing it through their art. To learn more about these photographers, just click on their name. Wynn Bullock Rachael S…
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Ponches et Circenses
31 de Outubro de 2016, 16:01
Conforme prometido pela anfitriã
A recepção de Madame Zoraida
Já se prolongava até a manhã
Após o ludibrioso espetáculo do circo Malakov
Regalavam-se os convivas a ponche gelado
E Harvey Wallbanger de vodka Askov
Acomodado em uma chaise long
Desenhada por Le Corbusier
O arguto doutor Cheng Fong
Ajustando o pince-nez
Defendia o palhaço Kablong
Que tirara de cena de modo abrupto
O espetaculoso domador de pôneis
A contragosto do respeitável público
Madame Zoraida encolerizada,
Bradava ofensas ao tal saltimbanco:
– Pois eu digo que tudo não passou de um golpe!
– Golpe não foi! Visto que ambos são da mesma trupe!
– Golpe sujo e baixo! – Insistia a madame
– Não vejo o porquê! – fez o doutor
– Pois veja bem, que palhaço infame…
– Alto lá Zozô! Infame é dar show a domar alguns pôneis!
Enquanto os comensais acalorados
Tomavam partidos na capciosa contenda
Já altos…
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Act V, Scene 5
31 de Outubro de 2016, 15:59
It’s a character flaw of mine. One of many, I suppose. What is? Having the last word. So, in this case, it’s a last image. Well,the image has words in it, so there’s that. To the point, I find it bothersome that anyone would characterize me as being mean, and then block me from responding. I won’t link to the blog, but I will say that every once in a while, someone blows into your life with an effervescence and charm that fills the room, or in this case, a blog. It’s always a warning sign that they become close friends in such a short amount of time, in this case the blogger had been following me less than a month. Definitely, a warning sign! I’ll paraphrase Steve Martin’s interpretation of the above quote as the final word that I was denied.
“Hey… life is pretty…
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Gloucester Road: a glowing example of feminist theatre
31 de Outubro de 2016, 15:45
Clodagh Chapman reviews the Gloucester Road play, part of a student-led project bringing publicity and revenue to Bristol’s independent businesses and artists.
Theatre, especially student theatre, with any kind of social mission has long come under fire for supposedly being high and mighty, patronising and unnecessarily angsty. ‘Gloucester Road’, a play that is part of a wider project with the same name, completely blows this stereotype out of the water. The play aims to engage the Bristol population with the university’s thriving theatre scene and vice versa, and does a pretty exceptional job of it.
Against a backdrop of class divide and drug culture, ‘Gloucester Road’ tells the story of Fliss Nugent, a seamstress and shop owner. A piece of original writing by director Ben Bridson, the script seamlessly blends eras whilst managing to balance the, at times, heavy subject matter with genuine laugh-out-loud comedy. Bridson admirably weaves in incredibly well-written romance…
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Reblogged in Celebration of Samhain on All Hallows Eve, “The Witch of His Dreams”
31 de Outubro de 2016, 15:40
Samhain is a Celebration for All Hallows Eve, or “summer’s end” and tells us that winter will soon be upon us. For Wiccans, this is the beginning of a new year and time to reflect on the old year and look forward to a new year. From ancient times, it is the end of Harvest Time and time to rejoice in life and survival. Samhain is a time of festivals heralding the colors of black and orange, obsidian, onyx, apples, catnip, corn, pears, squash, and wormwood. All Hallows Eve or Halloween (as we know it) is also referred to in different cultures as Blood Feast, Celtic New Year, Day of the Dead, Last Harvest, and Winter’s Eve.
She comes to him at midnight,
The Witch of his dreams,
Her eyes, a forest green,
Her hair, dark and long,
Her voice, a sweet magic,
He could not help but watch her,
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