<?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-14720032437598931</id><updated>2012-01-23T05:56:14.088-02:00</updated><category term='arte'/><category term='&quot;História da Arte&quot;'/><category term='sócrates'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='i walked with a zombie'/><category term='valéry'/><category term='1943'/><category term='Tarkovski'/><category term='jacques tourneur'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='safo'/><category term='saber'/><category term='rodrigo de lemos'/><category term='progresso'/><category term='grécia antiga'/><category term='geração'/><category term='ciência'/><category term='platão'/><category term='Gombrich'/><category term='poder'/><category term='moralidade'/><title type='text'>Signo do Caos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daiane Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832139566495748745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14720032437598931.post-1500857392485246240</id><published>2011-05-20T07:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:17:15.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há nenhum tipo de pessoa mais nocivo (ok, talvez os assassinos psicopatas) do que os que se julgam grandes conhecedores de algo, aquelas pessoas que acreditam plenamente na sua "ampla" cultura, erudição e sabedoria. Por isso que eu já disse, e digo mais uma vez: todos deveriam ler&lt;a href="http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html"&gt; isto&lt;/a&gt; todos os dias ao acordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Compreender a sua pequenez deve ser o primeiro passo pra sair desta condição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14720032437598931-1500857392485246240?l=signodocaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1500857392485246240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-ha-nenhum-tipo-de-pessoa-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/1500857392485246240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/1500857392485246240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-ha-nenhum-tipo-de-pessoa-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Daiane Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832139566495748745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14720032437598931.post-2780903925743773439</id><published>2011-05-16T03:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T03:42:00.161-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i walked with a zombie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacques tourneur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1943'/><title type='text'>I walked with a zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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cada obra de arte deriva seu atrativo para as pessoas do seu tempo não só do que faz mas também do que não faz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[...]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Refiro-me a interpretação ingênua e errônea da constante mudança na arte como um progresso contínuo. É verdade que todo artista sente ter superado a geração que o precedeu e, do seu ponto de vista, ter feito progressos em relação a tudo o que se conhecia antes. Não podemos alimentar a esperança de entender uma obra de arte sem compartilhar desse sentimento de libertação e triunfo que o artista experimenta quando avalia as próprias realizações. Mas devemos compreender que cada ganho ou avanço subjetivo, apesar da sua importância, não corresponde a um incremento objetivo em valores artísticos"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gombrich. A História da Arte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14720032437598931-8711640074575934428?l=signodocaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8711640074575934428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/05/cada-geracao-esta-em-algum-ponto-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/8711640074575934428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/8711640074575934428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/05/cada-geracao-esta-em-algum-ponto-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Daiane Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832139566495748745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14720032437598931.post-5279287079343888026</id><published>2011-04-30T01:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:21:35.807-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moralidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valéry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rodrigo de lemos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciência'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e1a52; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"...o cristianismo colocava para o &lt;i&gt;homme de la rue &lt;/i&gt;a necessidade de alguma reflexão moral e espiritual, &amp;nbsp;que hoje me parece bem mais rasa, com uma mistura estranha de hedonismo e politicamente correto tendo se transformado na moralidade, por assim dizer, oficial do nosso tempo e com a forma de conhecimento mais prestigiada sendo a científica, justamente aquela em que (como dizia Valéry) o &lt;i&gt;savoir&lt;/i&gt; se justifica na medida em que pode transformar-se num &lt;i&gt;pouvoir&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e1a52; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocidentalismo.org/2010/09/entre-utilitarios-e-resentniks.html"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14720032437598931-5279287079343888026?l=signodocaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5279287079343888026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/5279287079343888026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/5279287079343888026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Daiane Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832139566495748745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14720032437598931.post-6990278153189594322</id><published>2011-04-25T02:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T02:10:14.439-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grécia antiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sócrates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zFLCxioDsg/TbUAHr5jm6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/W_Ad6z982m0/s1600/defesa+de+socrates.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zFLCxioDsg/TbUAHr5jm6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/W_Ad6z982m0/s1600/defesa+de+socrates.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhf1rvmuYjw/TbUAJ-P2RlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/yUAxUNfkTBY/s1600/defesa+de+socrates+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhf1rvmuYjw/TbUAJ-P2RlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/yUAxUNfkTBY/s1600/defesa+de+socrates+2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;(Platão - Defesa de Sócrates)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos deveriam ler isso e reler e mais uma vez, e outra e outra e outra ad infinitum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14720032437598931-6990278153189594322?l=signodocaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6990278153189594322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/6990278153189594322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/6990278153189594322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Daiane Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832139566495748745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zFLCxioDsg/TbUAHr5jm6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/W_Ad6z982m0/s72-c/defesa+de+socrates.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14720032437598931.post-5859322719223536665</id><published>2011-04-14T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:39:00.021-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grécia antiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Parece-me ser igual aos&amp;nbsp;deuses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aquele homem que, à sua&amp;nbsp;frente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentado, com voz deliciosa, de&amp;nbsp;perto,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escuta, inclinando o rosto,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E teu riso luminoso que acorda&amp;nbsp;desejos – ah! Eu juro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O coração no peito estremece&amp;nbsp;de pavor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No instante em que te vejo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;dizer não posso mais uma só&amp;nbsp;palavra;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A língua se dilacera:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escorre-me sob a pele uma&amp;nbsp;chama furtiva;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os olhos não vêem, os ouvidos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zumbem;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um frio suor me recobre, um frêmito do corpo se apodera, mais&amp;nbsp;verde do que as ervas eu fico;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que estou a um passo da morte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Safo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece Camões, mas na verdade é uma mulher, uma mulher grega de antes da período clássico (!) que viveu por volta do ano 600 a.C.: Safo é atemporal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14720032437598931-5859322719223536665?l=signodocaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5859322719223536665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/04/parece-me-ser-igual-aos-aquele-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/5859322719223536665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/5859322719223536665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/04/parece-me-ser-igual-aos-aquele-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Daiane Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832139566495748745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14720032437598931.post-5457922244253966066</id><published>2011-03-22T18:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:50:14.911-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gombrich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;História da Arte&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarkovski'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"É infinitamente melhor nada saber sobre arte do que possuir uma espécie de meio &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;conhecimento propício ao esnobismo. O perigo é muito real. Existem pessoas, por exemplo, que &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;apreenderam os pontos simples que tentei acentuar neste capítulo e que entendem haver &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;grandes obras de arte destituídas de qualquer das óbvias qualidades de beleza de expressão ou &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;correção de traço, mas ficam tão orgulhosas de seus conhecimentos que fingem gostar somente &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;daquelas obras que não são belas nem corretamente desenhadas. Estão sempre assediadas pelo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;medo de que possam ser consideradas pouco educadas se confessarem gostar de uma obra que &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;parece ser flagrantemente aprazível ou comovente demais. Acabam sendo esnobes que perdem &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;sua verdadeira fruição da arte e chamam "muito interessante" a tudo o que, na realidade, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;consideram bastante repulsivo. Eu detestaria ser responsável por qualquer equivoco &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;semelhante. Preferia não ser acreditado a que acreditassem em mim de um modo tão &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;complacente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&amp;nbsp;Por vezes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;vemos as pessoas caminhando por uma galeria de arte, de catálogos na mão. Toda vez que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;param diante de um quadro, buscam pressurosamente seu número. Podemos observá-las&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;folheando seus livros e, logo que encontrarem o título ou o nome da obra, seguem em frente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não faria diferença alguma se tivessem ficado em casa, pois mal olharam para a pintura. Apenas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;checaram o catálogo. É uma espécie de curto-circuito mental que nada tem a ver com a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;fruição de um quadro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As pessoas que adquiriram algum conhecimento de história de arte estão, por vezes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;arriscando-se a cair numa armadilha semelhante. Quando vêem uma obra de arte, não param&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;para olhá-la, mas preferem esquadrinhar a memória em busca de uma etiqueta apropriada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Podem ter ouvido que Rembrandt era famoso por seu chiaroscuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;de maneira que abanam sabiamente a cabeça&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;quando vêem um Rembrandt, murmuram '"maravilhoso chiaroscuro" e passam ao quadro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;seguinte."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gombrich. História da Arte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É mais ou menos isso que acontece com muitos dos que se dizem fã do Tarkovski, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14720032437598931-5457922244253966066?l=signodocaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5457922244253966066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-infinitamente-melhor-nada-saber-sobre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/5457922244253966066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14720032437598931/posts/default/5457922244253966066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signodocaos.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-infinitamente-melhor-nada-saber-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>Daiane Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05832139566495748745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
