당신이 카지노사이트 대해 알고 싶었던 모든 정보;바카라사이트,카지노사이트,온라인카지노사이트 //batxh.com/@amananditshour?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //cdn-images-1.batxh.com/fit/c/150/150/1*3t84o6uW2c3RWlTGaXY3QA.jpeg 캡틴토토 【보증업체】 가입코드 이벤트 쿠폰;온라인바카라 //batxh.com/@amananditshour?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 Medium Sat, 26 Oct 2024 03:53:06 GMT 사설토토 ;바카라사이트;카지노사이트킴 //batxh.com/@amananditshour/the-sound-of-idiots-f578f75c5e9b?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/f578f75c5e9b Tue, 16 Jul 2024 03:00:17 GMT 2024-07-16T03:00:17.093Z A Poem: false dilemmas, false dichotomies
Guernica — Picasso, Public Domain

The sound of idiots,
the familiar sound of stupidity
intoned by the mouth of despair,
under the skin, in the subcutaneous fear,
the sound of idiots.

Two minutes of hate,
orwellian paradoxical pleasure
in wanting to dissolve in frustration,
feeding the heart with paranoid slanders
from someone distant, far away.

False dilemmas, false dichotomies,
false tightrope walkers on shaky ropes,
indulgent silences, stupid visceral voice.

In this present moment, the ancient haste to be weighs heavy;
the recurring haste to be right and to try,
full of uncertainty, to spell out the world.

And when you find yourself choked on the pages of some newspaper,
when the bitter taste of confused truths frustrates your ideal,
when a disappointing reality does not correspond to your visions,
your blood will plea: wear, thought, the invigorating fantasy.

In portuguese.

O Som de Idiotas

O som de idiotas,
o familiar som dos idiotas
entoado pela boca do desespero,
sob a pele, no subcutâneo medo,
o som de idiotas.

Dois minutos de ódio,
orwelliano paradoxical prazer
em querer se desfazer em frustração,
alimentando o coração com injúrias paranoicas
de algum qualquer num ponto distante do mundo.

Falsos dilemas, falsas dicotomias,
falsos equilibristas de cordas bambas,
indulgentes silêncios e estúpida voz visceral.

Pesa neste presente a antiga pressa em ser;
a recorrente pressa em ter razão e tentar,
cheio de incerteza, soletrar o mundo.

E quando estiveres engasgado nas páginas de algum jornal,
quando o gosto amargo de verdades confusas frustrarem teu ideal,
quando a decepcionante realidade não corresponder as tuas visões,
teu sangue pedirá: veste, pensamento, a revigorante fantasia.

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스포츠중계;카지노온라인 //batxh.com/@amananditshour/police-brutality-in-a-rio-de-janeiro-favela-bd35ae7ad950?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/bd35ae7ad950 Mon, 08 Jul 2024 18:37:24 GMT 2024-07-08T18:37:24.469Z A Factual Account of Police Brutality
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A British friend of mine, with whom I occasionally discuss writing, recently asked me: “what are the most absurd stories that have happened in your neighborhood in Rio de Janeiro?”Being an experienced and well-lived Carioca — Carioca is the term for a resident of the state of Rio de Janeiro — I immediately thought of a sad and recurring story familiar to the entire northern zone (the poorer area) of the city where my neighborhood is located.My neighborhood has three favelas, each with barricades that prevent the police from entering. At least a few times a week, you can hear gunfire exchanges. The confrontations sometimes start in the favelas and end up in other areas of the neighborhood — or vice versa. Less frequently, executions and mass car robberies also occur.Since the activities in these favelas can involve drug trafficking and cargo theft, the police conduct patrols and raids at the entrances, checking cars, backpacks, and verifying residents’ identities.This story is about an acquaintance, a resident of one of these favelas, who one day, returning from work, was approached by a type of police officer who takes pleasure in humiliating residents.“Where are you going with that backpack?” the officer said.“Returning from work, sir,” the resident said.“Work? With that bum face?”“Yes, sir, I work at the market.”“That cellphone there? How does a piece of shit like you afford it?”“I can afford it, sir. With my job.”“Show me the receipt.”“I don’t have it with me, sir.”“Open the backpack.”“Yes, sir. There’s nothing in it, sir.”“Did I ask you anything, you piece of shit?” The officer took his backpack, opened it, and dumped all his belongings on the ground.“Pick that shit up.”The resident picked it up and looked back at the officer.“Can I go home, sir?”“Take off your clothes.”“I don’t have anything, sir.”“Take off all your clothes.”“I’m not taking them off.”The officer pointed his rifle at the resident’s face, laughing.“If I see you here again tomorrow, I’ll fill your face with bullets.”The officer got into the patrol car and left.The resident told me that now, every time he comes home, he has to watch out to see which police officers are on patrol. He said he is afraid every day that he won’t be able to come home.This is the routine for many. If you’re black, especially from the favela, in Rio de Janeiro, sometimes you have to carry a receipt. A receipt! Just to prove that your cellphone is yours.These and many other Rio police officers are worse than criminals. The criminal has the power of authority within the favela — and influence outside of it — the corrupt police officer has the power of state repression. If you’re some rich kid from the south zone (the affluent area of Rio) and get hassled by the police, you can point your finger in the officer’s face, humiliating him, because you know nothing will happen to you. But if you’re black and poor and forget a receipt for your own cellphone, God forbid… You have to bow your head. And if you don’t, your family might find your body in the river the next morning — or perhaps something worse.]]>
카지노사이트 슈퍼카지노 ⭐바카라사이트;카지노사이트킴 //batxh.com/my-fair-lighthouse/this-inevitability-32fdef0c5376?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/32fdef0c5376 Fri, 05 Jul 2024 23:10:41 GMT 2024-07-05T23:10:41.820Z “She had broken up with me long before this official end, this rhetorical and staged mess.”
Ophelia — John Everett Millais, Public Domain.
“It is useless,” I thought, accepting defeat as I watched Clarice’s tears slide down her face, dramatic. A born dramatist. She wouldn’t pass the gentle back of her hand through the current of her flushed cheeks. She would show her tears as art, staging our breakup as a dignified and inevitable loss.Clarice knew how to give weight to gestures, something I was never capable of. I was always good with words, but only in the conversations I had with myself. With a pen in hand and paper in front of me, there’s no debate I could lose. Surely, in this self-fulfilling writer’s world, I could win Clarice back if I wanted to, make her tears return to her tear ducts and anchor a disconcerting and intense love for me in her heart. I could, but I shouldn’t. I have to end things here again to have a double certainty and exorcise this inevitability.“It is useless,” I thought, accepting defeat as I watched Clarice’s tears slide down her face, definitive. A definitive gesture of complete intention and total break. For months, she had been stripping pieces of me from herself, discarding them along the way. She had broken up with me long before this official end, this rhetorical and staged mess.“I don’t know if I love you anymore. I’m not sure,” she said, her voice choked with sobs, and I remained seated in the car, leaning back on the seat, but tense, unable to find anything to say, oblivious to the possibility of a plea for mercy. I couldn’t look at her; I felt a certain discomfort. I didn’t hate her, but it was as if suddenly another person had taken the place of the Clarice I knew. As if inside her, for a time I couldn’t quite calculate, time and whatever circumstances had given birth to another woman. And this stranger, who had then suddenly decided to fully take over her body, caused me an inexplicable fear of change.I believed we were merely in a drought, yet as a drought myself, I misjudged her: she was a rushing stream.

this inevitability was originally published in My Fair Lighthouse on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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온라인카지노에 대한 최악의 조언;바카라사이트,카지노사이트,온라인카지노사이트 //batxh.com/poetry-salad/on-ideas-and-mermaids-and-scuba-divers-0222e3b64892?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/0222e3b64892 Wed, 03 Jul 2024 19:02:40 GMT 2024-07-03T19:02:40.879Z “Behold my scaled tail capturing the very sun itself.”
Ulysses and the Sirens, 1909. Image courtesy of MutualArt
There’s nothing more delightful than a belief. I lick my lips with the taste of my ideas, which are nothing more than the crumbs of centuries and centuries of shadows and gusts of wind.Every now and then, I picture myself as a mermaid, luring in a desperate scuba-diver with fluorescent concepts that shine at the bottom of the sea, enticing them to dive deeper in search of meaning, alone. Breathing becomes inconsequential to them. A being devoured by ideas needs no oxygen tanks, needs no tomorrow.And then he will remain with me, descending to the depths, protected by my spell, or surrendered to my affections on my island of illusion. Sailors may throw stones at us. That won’t matter. The diver will defend me, for an attack on belief is a seismic feeling of volcanic reactions, whose victims are all and one more, a self stripped bare, naked of clothes, in desperate need of warmth, certainty, and power.Diver, have faith, behold my scaled tail capturing rays of sun and draw near. Be ensnared by the brown curls perfumed with salt and other spices ignored by humankind. Come and leave behind the nets and fishermen, mere hunters of the land of waves, and forget all that your days have whispered to you, what your parents have granted you, and what your fragile laws have done or failed to do.Behold my scaled tail capturing the very sun itself. Have no doubts. Do not deceive yourself. Don’t stare at the sky. The sun is me. I am the sun.

On ideas and mermaids and scuba-divers was originally published in Rainbow Salad on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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라카지노 【보증업체】 가입코드 이벤트 쿠폰 //batxh.com/poetry-salad/on-sinners-and-cages-and-the-number-three-692a7515d5c6?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/692a7515d5c6 Mon, 24 Jun 2024 19:02:43 GMT 2024-06-24T19:02:43.635Z Elliot’s Papers
I am a sinner. I am a sinner. I am a sinner, my mother would make me repeat it three times a day and I would say the words without giving them the weight and seriousness they deserved. But gradually, the weight became heavy inside me like a cancer and the seriousness appeared when my smile felt futile against order. And from punishment arose tradition.Morning, afternoon, and night. Three times a day. She never told me why this obsession with the number three. It always seemed to me to be something circular:I am a sinner (the circle opens, the first curve is launched, the penance begins),I am a sinner (the gesture extends with more force, carrying with it the primordial installed guilt),I am a sinner (we are bent and we bend ourselves again, with fatigue and servitude, our souls woven by thousands of needles and aided by our own timid and indulgent silence, while also locking our hearts in the cage whose iron we ourselves have forged).I have never stopped closing this circle of penance. There is always an itch that prevents me from rebelling against this deeply rooted futility that forever marks our consciousness.I am a sinner. I am a sinner. I am a sinner.

On sinners and cages and the number three was originally published in Rainbow Salad on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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토토사이트 야망;카지노사이트, 바카라사이트  //batxh.com/@amananditshour/on-cain-abel-and-knives-and-peepholes-f68cba623bc1?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/f68cba623bc1 Sun, 23 Jun 2024 06:55:48 GMT 2024-06-24T01:58:23.189Z A Short Story (Elliot’s Papers)
The Sacrifice of Cain and Abel
I’ve known Cain and Abel my whole life, and when Cain came to break stones on my sidewalk, I asked him what the purpose was, even though I already knew his story.I’m going to kill Abel, he told me with drunken revengeful eyes, and I went to the gate and handed him a knife, but he hesitated.You can take it, I said to him, it’s yours, it always has been and always will be, and I looked at him with prophetic eyes, and he stared back at me with his soul smeared with the future’s predetermined punishment, his shoulders burdened with the past, his skin burned by choices.Who are you? he asked me, backing away, his eyes on the knife and on me, on the knife and on me.I am the one who observes, and by living this life of mine behind a peephole, I see the paths and trace the routes and calculate the universal geometry, and here you are, and here I am, putting my face to the gate, the hot breath of the air on my cheeks, the knife bathing in heat waiting for flesh, your indecision already filled with guilt for what has not yet been done; take the knife.Cain took the knife, felt its warmth, saw his reflection heated on the blade like an infernal premonition, let it fall, and ran away.The next day, it appeared in the morning paper:“Suburban Cain and Abel: Brother kills brother in drug dispute.”Fueled by ancient dread, cursed by the divine, shaped from cosmic filament, a blade travels through the corridors of the mind, sharpening man and his desperation.]]>
룰렛 규칙;온라인바카라 //batxh.com/@amananditshour/teaching-my-niece-the-power-of-stories-7624eb9c1e29?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/7624eb9c1e29 Thu, 24 Aug 2023 16:20:31 GMT 2023-08-24T16:20:31.891Z How Tolstoy helped me understand the importance of pedagogy
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It’s sad to see how my sister’s generation, who recently turned 30, ignores the power of reading to a child. My 5-year-old niece struggles with focus issues. Of course, it’s something “normal” for her age. What’s not normal is the number of hours (yes, hours) she’s exposed to the cellphone, watching whatever randomness hijacks her attention and leaves the parents free to get lost in their phones as well.I’m not the type to confront things head-on; I won’t complain to my sister and tell her that her way of raising her daughter is careless. What I decided to do was to allocate thirty minutes of my day to read to my niece. Initially, it was challenging. It took her a while to get used to the activity. Dramatizing the text was perhaps the key to capturing her attention. But my biggest helper was perhaps an unexpected figure: the Russian writer Leo Tolstoy.A dusty box of Leo Tolstoy’s tales that we have at home never really caught my attention. I had flipped through it a few times and stumbled upon some spectacular stories, but I never invested hours of my attention into the author’s work. Among the hundreds of tales, many were aimed at children: fables and tiny stories that were less than a page long.Tolstoy wrote primers to teach literacy to peasant children, serfs, and the children of serfs in his land. Perhaps he was the only landowner of his time in Tsarist Russia of the 19th century who took it upon himself to establish schools for the poor and fought against social inequality.There is a special value in Tolstoy’s texts on pedagogy that I applied to my readings for my niece: it’s important to introduce the child to the power of creating stories, letting them continue tales or inventing them entirely. Sometimes, the product of their imagination is more valuable than the original text.It was when I came across Tolstoy’s article “Who Should Learn Writing from Whom: Peasant Children from Us or We from Peasant Children?” that reading to my niece became a passion and a mission.
“Education spoils and does not improve a man. The more the child is spoiled, the less it is necessary to educate him, the greater is the freedom he requires. To teach and educate a child is impossible and senseless on the simple ground that the child stands nearer than I do, nearer than any adult does, to that ideal of harmony, truth, beauty, and goodness to which, in my pride, I wish to lead him… As soon as I give a child perfect freedom, and stop teaching him, he wrote this poetic tale, the like of which is not to be found in literature.” (Tolstoy— Who Should Learn Writing of Whom; Peasant Children of Us, or We of Peasant Children?
There is much to learn from the text, but the method that I extracted and apply in the readings I do for my niece is:
  1. Always vary the themes, without solely focusing on those aimed at children, but considering what is interesting and accessible.
  2. Read stories created by children, including those that you and your reading partner can come up with.
  3. When creating stories, don’t admonish the lack of logic and proper sentence construction.
It’s been almost five months since I’ve been reading to her every day. I hope the little one’s enthusiasm continues for many years to come.]]>
헐크토토 【보증업체】 가입코드 이벤트 쿠폰 //batxh.com/@amananditshour/we-are-making-life-shorter-if-time-was-a-currency-ac4355687a70?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/ac4355687a70 Thu, 24 Aug 2023 11:07:21 GMT 2023-08-24T11:07:21.237Z It’s ironic that time only weighs on a person’s shoulders when we have the sensation that it’s lacking. In moments of desperation and reflection, we even blame nature, accusing it of betrayal: “Why have you given us so much to do and so little time to do it?” But of course, nature has nothing to do with it. At the end of the day, we ourselves are responsible for the expenditures. We are what we do with our time.“We are not given little time, but we waste much. Life is long enough, and it has been generously given to us for the performance of the most important actions, provided that the whole of it is well invested. However, when it is squandered in luxury and laziness, when it is not spent on anything worthwhile, then only at last do we feel, prompted by the ultimate necessity, the one that we hadn’t noticed slipping away, that it has already passed.” (Seneca — On the Shortness of Life)

#3 Daily Stoicism

ORIGINAL TEXT IN PORTUGUESE

Você já tentou ler apenas uma página de um livro após passar horas assistindo shorts do YouTube ou Instagram? É uma tentativa frustrante querer usar seu foco depois de acostumar sua mente a consumir conteúdo rápido e insignificante. Até filmes estão sendo afetados. Quem anos atrás assistia cerca de três filmes por semana, hoje tem dificuldade de encarar a tela por uma hora e cinquenta minutos. E o faz intercalando a atenção com qualquer notificação no celular. Talvez nós estejamos perdendo a habilidade de imersão, de separar e vivenciar o tempo com exclusividade e investimento.Há quem se queixe que tem pouco tempo para gastar. Isso é a realidade para muitos. Mas até esses indivíduos que reclamam da falta de tempo, gastam as horas ou minutos de “ócio” como se não tivesse peso ou relevância. Ora o tempo é uma moeda cujo peso define as atividades do dia, ora é descartável, irrelevante e sem peso: um trocado gasto num fast food meia boca.Mas e se somarmos as horas que gastamos? Se calculássemos o quanto damos de tempo para alguém e o quanto damos de tempo para nós mesmos?“É assim que acontece: não recebemos uma vida breve, mas a fazemos. Dela não somos carentes, mas pródigos” (Sêneca — Sobre a Brevidade da Vida)É irônico que o tempo só pese nas costas de uma pessoa quando temos a sensação que ele nos falta. Em momentos de desespero e reflexão até culpamos a natureza, acusamo-la de traição “Porque nos deste tanto para ser feito e tão pouco tempo para fazer?”. Mas, claro, ela nada têm com isso. No final do dia, os responsáveis pelos gastos somos nós mesmos. Somos o que fazemos com o nosso tempo.“Não dispomos de pouco tempo, mas desperdiçamos muito. A vida é longa o bastante e nos foi generosamente concedida para a execução de ações as mais importantes, caso toda ela seja bem aplicada. Porém, quando se dilui no luxo e na preguiça, quando não é despendida em nada de bom, somente então, compelidos pela necessidade derradeira, aquela que não havíamos percebido passar, sentimos que já passou.” (Sêneca — Sobre a Brevidade da Vida)]]>
슈퍼스타 토토 【보증업체】 가입코드 이벤트 쿠폰 //batxh.com/@amananditshour/when-a-monkey-was-almost-elected-in-brazil-a52beb5cbb19?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/a52beb5cbb19 Thu, 24 Aug 2023 00:46:25 GMT 2023-08-24T00:46:25.430Z In 1988, amidst political disillusionment during the mayoral campaigns in the state of Rio de Janeiro, the magazine of a famous comedy group in Brazil, Casseta e Planeta, decides to launch a well-known chimpanzee from the city’s zoo as a candidate: Macaco Tião.

Casseta Popular Magazine: “Everything for evolution” — “For President: Macaco Tião”

Running for the mayoralty of Rio de Janeiro, Tião sported the slogan “Everything for evolution.” The joke was ready, and the decision to vote for the chimpanzee blended humor and dissent. The people’s outrage with politicians had reached a point where anything was acceptable. So, as a form of protest, the comedians from Casseta e Planeta and the deputy Fernando Gabeira joined forces to initiate the campaign in favor of the most honest possible candidate from Rio.

Both Gabeira and Tião have astonishing stories. Gabeira had been a guerrilla fighter during the military dictatorship. In one of his missions, alongside other communists, he kidnapped the American ambassador in Rio de Janeiro with the aim of freeing political prisoners who were being tortured by the state. At the end of the kidnapping, he was arrested, tortured, and exiled, returning to Brazil years later after the process of redemocratization. However, this process caused him a lot of indignation. What should have been the blossoming of democracy in Brazil soon turned into a hotbed of corruption and political frustrations.

Fernando Gabeira with Macaco Tião’s Statue in Rio’s Zoo

Tião was one of the most recognized attractions at the Rio de Janeiro zoo. Initially, he was a friendly and playful chimpanzee with children. However, as he began to exhibit aggressive behavior, he was put into a cage. From his cage, he found another way to amuse the visitors. Tião started throwing excrement at people. He became even more famous when, upon his imprisonment in 1980, he threw his excrement at the then-mayor Júlio Coutinho, who inaugurated the cage.

Finally, in the 1988 elections, although his votes were not counted as legitimate, Tião “almost” won. He came in third place in the vote tally, accumulating 400,000 votes. The elected mayor, lawyer Marcello Alencar, followed the tradition of Rio politicians: he did little, while the majority of the population barely remembered his name. But everyone remembered Macaco Tião. Including Mayor Alencar, who in the early 1980s had also fallen victim to the excrement that Tião launched from his cage.

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ORIGINAL TEXT IN PORTUGUESE:

Em 1988, em meio a desilusão política durante as campanhas para prefeito no estado do Rio de Janeiro, a revista de um grupo de comédia famoso no Brasil, o Casseta e Planeta, decide lançar como candidato um famoso chimpanzé do zoológico da cidade: o Macaco Tião.

Candidato a prefeitura do Rio de Janeiro, Tião estampava o slogan “Tudo pela evolução”. A piada estava pronta e a decisão de votar no chimpanzé misturava humor e protesto. A indignação do povo com os políticos chegara ao nível em que tudo era aceito. Então, como forma de protesto, os humoristas do Casseta e Planeta e o deputado Fernando Gabeira se juntaram para começar o protesto em forma de campanha a favor do candidato carioca mais honesto o possível.

Tanto Gabeira, quanto Tião, tem histórias surpreendentes. Gabeira fora um guerrilheiro durante a ditadura militar. Numa de suas missões, junto de outros comunistas, sequestrou o embaixador americano no Rio de Janeiro com o intuito de libertar presos políticos que estavam sendo torturados pelo estado. Ao fim do sequestro, foi preso, torturado e exilado, voltando anos depois ao Brasil após a redemocratização. Esta, porém, causou-lhe muita indignação. O que deveria ser o florescimento da democracia no Brasil, logo se tornou um antro de corrupção e frustrações políticas.

Tião era uma das atrações mais reconhecidas do zoológico do Rio de Janeiro. A princípio era um chimpanzé amigável e brincalhão com as crianças. Mas quando começou a apresentar casos de agressão, foi enjaulado. De sua jaula outra diversão conquistou os visitantes. Tião jogava excrementos nas pessoas. Ficou ainda mais famoso quando, ao ser encarcerado, em 1980, jogou seu excremento no então prefeito Júlio Coutinho, que inaugurou a jaula.

Enfim, nas eleições de 1988, embora seus votos não fossem contados como legítimos, Tião “quase” venceu. Ficou em terceiro lugar na apuração de votos, acumulando 400 mil votos. O prefeito eleito, o advogado Marcello Alencar, seguiu a tradição dos políticos cariocas: pouco fez, enquanto a maioria da população sequer lembrava seu nome. Mas todos lembravam do Macaco Tião. Inclusive o prefeito Alencar, que no começo dos anos 80 também fora vitima dos excrementos que Tião lançava de sua Jaula.

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카지노사이트 sm카지노;바카라사이트;카지노사이트킴 //batxh.com/@amananditshour/3-incredible-soviet-films-7f62bfabc6eb?source=rss-645d71d478af------2 //batxh.com/p/7f62bfabc6eb Wed, 23 Aug 2023 09:44:57 GMT 2023-08-23T10:00:04.930Z Ivan, The Terrible (1944)

A work by director and editor Sergei Eisenstein about the turbulent reign of Czar Ivan IV during the 16th century. It delves deeply into the paranoia that comes with governing an empire surrounded by corruption and betrayal. And it shows the grandeur and desperation of a tyrant trying to rule without knowing who his enemies are.

Eisenstein’s editing/montage is timeless. His use of space and shadow showcases the dimension of the characters’ power and highlights them in scenes enveloped in conspiracy and authoritarianism. They are like paintings representing magnitude and imposition, betrayal and desperation. There are moments where three situations unfold simultaneously, with the editing causing them to complement each other and add a new layer of meaning.An unmissable experience for cinema enthusiasts and students.

The Cranes Are Flying (1957)

Unlike any other film about World War II, “The Cranes Are Flying” tells the story of interrupted loves and frustrated lives. In Mikhail Kalatozov’s film, the characters struggle constantly to find meaning amidst the misfortune that presents itself in their daily lives.

In times of war, where desolation reigns, Veronica lives by enduring an unbearable “perhaps”: the return of her husband from the battlefield. A “perhaps” that with each passing day seems farther and farther away. Combined with other traumatic catastrophes, it consumes the hope and love of a young woman, turning her into a shadow that crawls through the days with a cold countenance and a heart that is almost always apathetic.“The Cranes Are Flying” is one of the most visually impactful films ever made. Every technique by Mikhail Kalatozov is poetry on the screen. A magical and unparalleled camera work.

Letter Never Sent (1960)

This other film by Mikhail Kalatozov is the director’s second masterpiece. It constitutes one of the greatest cinematic spectacles. The level of performance and commitment from the artists involved is nothing short of astonishing.

The plot unfolds in a remote area of Siberia, where four Soviet geologists venture into forests in search of diamonds. Conflicts arise through distant loves, conflicting relationships, and unrequited passions. All of this is pushed to the extreme when the Siberian forest begins to burn, and the four geologists become lost in the midst of the wildfire.
There are filming and editing techniques in this film that current directors would beg to replicate, but can’t quite achieve. “Letter Never Sent” is incredible in every aspect and perhaps superior to numerous classics that came decades later.…

ORIGINAL TEXT IN PORTUGUESE

Deixe suas crenças no quintal, entre sem preconceitos ideológicos. O que eu tenho a apresentar são três obras revolucionarias (em todos os sentidos) de cineastas que são e foram influências para os grandes diretores clássicos e atuais. Então, bora começar.

Ivan, The Terrible (1944)

Obra do diretor e editor Sergei Eisenstein sobre o conturbado reinado do Czar Ivan IV durante o século XVI. Aborda com profundidade a paranoia que é governar um império cercado de corrupção e traição. E mostra a grandeza e o desespero de um tirano tentando governar sem saber quem são seus inimigos.A edição/montagem de Eisenstein é atemporal. Seu uso de espaço e sombra mostra a dimensão do poder das personagens e as destaca em cenas envoltas em conspiração e autoritarismo. São como pinturas representando magnitude e imposição, traição e desespero. Há momentos em que três situações ocorrem ao mesmo tempo com a edição fazendo elas se complementarem e somarem um novo significado.Uma experiência imperdível para amantes e estudantes de cinema.

The Cranes Are Flying (1957)

Diferente de qualquer filme sobre segunda guerra mundial. The Cranes Are Flying conta a história de amores interrompidos e vidas frustradas. No filme de Mikhail Kalatozov, os personagens lutam o tempo inteiro para encontrar sentido durante a desgraça que se apresenta no dia a dia.m tempos de guerra, onde a desolação impera, Veronica vive de esperar um insuportável talvez: a volta de seu marido do campo de batalha. Um talvez que a cada dia parece mais e mais distante. E que, somado a outras catástrofes traumáticas, consome a esperança e o amor de uma jovem, transformando-a em uma sombra que rasteja pelos dias com seu semblante frio e coração quase sempre apático.The Cranes Are Flying é um dos filmes visualmente mais impactantes já feitos. Toda técnica de Mikhail Kalatozov é poesia em tela. Um trabalho de câmera mágico e incomparável.

Letter Never Sent (1960)

Este outro filme de Mikhail Kalatozov é a segunda obra prima do diretor. E ela consiste num dos maiores espetáculos cinematográficos. O nível de desempenho e compromisso dos artistas envolvidos chega a ser assustador.A trama se desenvolve numa área remota da Sibéria, onde quatro geólogos soviéticos desbravam florestas a procura diamantes. Os conflitos se apresentam através de amores distantes, relações em conflito e paixões não correspondidas. Tudo isso é posto ao extremo quando a floresta siberiana começa a queimar e os quatro geólogos ficam perdidos no meio da queimada.Há técnicas de filmagem e edição aqui neste filme que diretores atuais implorariam para reproduzir, mas não conseguem. Letter Never Sent é incrível em todos os aspectos e talvez superior há diversos clássicos que vieram décadas depois.]]>