quinta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2016


Since 2011, thousands of people have died in custody in Syria’s brutal detention centres. Tens of thousands more have experienced shocking torture.

Magnum Photography Awards 2016 - Sandra Hoyn - "The Longing of the Others"

Pakhi,15 years old, with a customer in her room in the brothel. She has lived for one year in the brothel. She was married when 12, but then ran away from home. A man picked her up from the streets and sold her into the brothel.

Kajol with a customer. She thinks she is 17 years but does not know her exact age. She was married for 9 years. Her aunt sold her to the Kandapara brothel. She has a 6-month old son, Mehedi. Two weeks after the birth, she was forced to have sex again with customers. Because of the baby, her business has not been so good.

Cigarettes, covered with the lipstick of the sex workers, sitting in an ashtray.

Bonna, 27, a sex-worker in the brothel. Here, we see her fighting with another woman.

Five-day-old twins lie on the bed. They do not yet have a name. Jhinik, 20 years old, is a sex worker in the brothel. She gave birth to them.

Meghla, 23, with a customer. She started working for a garment factory when she was 12 years old. There, she met a man who promised her a better job with more money. He then sold her into a brothel.

Roni dancing in the brothel. He is a shop owner and the son of a sex-worker.

Papia, 18, lies with two customers on a bed in the brothel.

Used condoms outside the brothel in Tangail.

Enamul, 21, Apurbo, 20, and Ullash, 20, are students and regular customers in the brothel.

"Morreu a “menina da rádio”"

A actriz Maria Eugénia Pinto do Amaral, que se celebrizou aos 17 anos como protagonista do filmeA Menina da Rádio, morreu esta quinta-feira em Lisboa aos 89 anos.

Clássicos do "Film Noir" - "Blonde Ice"

Realização de Jack Bernhard

terça-feira, 23 de agosto de 2016

"The Seven Year Itch: or Maybe It’s Time to Try Something Different"

This short excerpt from Jamal Al Attar is the personification of the joy we met on the day we arrived in Gaza 8 years ago. With all of the tragedy that surrounds this small enclave, we need to remember the exhilaration of that day. Not only did we sail four more times successfully, but caravans began to come in and other initiatives sprung up and Egypt had a pretty much open border.

It can and it will happen again.

Seven years ago, we sailed into the port of Gaza; exhausted, exhilarated and shocked that we had made it. We had spent over a month analyzing what we would do if brutally stopped by the Israeli navy. After all, they were threatening to stop us every day. Then we saw the shores of Gaza.

“My mum came to my room with a smile on her face, ‘‘Jamal, the boats are visible on TV.’’ So I jumped from my bed and asked her, ‘‘When?’’ She said, “It is just breaking news.” I can’t remember how, when, or why I found myself on a bus going back to the port with the scouts. I can’t remember how we managed to be together again going to the Port of Gaza. We all jumped on board different fishing boats and sailed to the open sea again. There, on the horizon, I saw three elements: A beautiful sunset, the Liberty, and the Free Gaza. On the east side of the Port, more and more people from Gaza were gathering. This time, their disappointed faces were not there. We could hear the people laughing high and delighted as they strained to catch sight of the boats.” Jamal Al Attar, August 23, 2008

This is the day we will never forget; Palestinians waiting for us 44 bedraggled and seasick passengers. We watched the shoreline of Gaza shimmering in the late afternoon sun getting ever closer. We were not going to be stopped by the Israeli navy. We were sailing in.

“The emotional climax came with the sighting of the breakwater’s endless masses of cheering Gazans 40,000 strong. Children dove from the boats into the polluted water, far from shore, eagerly grabbing for the balloons that we started blowing up an hour earlier and tossed into the bay. Then, as if to seal the two-year promise by FG to close the gap and make Palestine’s sea route open once and for all, the boats sidled up to Free Gaza and Liberty and spilled their teary-eyed passengers onto our deck, who then embraced us as if we were liberating soldiers. Ren Tawil, passenger, August 23, 2008

Two years, thousands of volunteers, $700,000 raised from donors around the world, 44 activists, none of us famous… all boiled down to this moment, the moment we sailed into port to the shouts and whistles of an imprisoned people who thought everyone had forgotten them.

Arriving in Gaza

Here is how we felt, best described in the poem of Vittorio Arrigoni on that wonderful day when everyone thought there was hope for freedom and justice for Palestinians. We might finally open the only border that Israel had no right to control. They said to the world that Gaza was free. Our arrival solidified that.

“History is us… History is not cowardly governments with their loyalty to whoever has the strongest military… History is made by ordinary people everyday people, with family at home and a regular job who are committed to peace as a great ideal to the rights of all to staying human… History is us who risked our lives to bring utopia within reach to offer a dream, a hope, to hundreds of thousands of people Who cried with us as we reached the port of Gaza… Our message of peace is a call to action for other ordinary people like ourselves not to hand over your lives to whatever puppeteer is in charge this time round… But to take responsibility for the revolution… First, the inner revolution to give love, to give empathy It is this that will change the world We have shown that peace is not an impossible utopia… Or perhaps we have shown that sometimes utopia can be possible… Believe this… Stand firm against intimidation, fear, and despair And simply remain human.”

Seven years later, the situation in Gaza is worse, three massacres, thousands murdered and maimed by the Israeli Occupation Army, the infrastructure in ruins, but we will not forget, and we will not stop trying to break Israel’s illegal siege on 1.8 million people. We promised we would return, and another 14 voyages have sailed to Gaza, four of them successful. And now there is now talk about opening a trade lane from Larnaca, Cyprus to Gaza and back. Free Gaza should be proud if this happens.

Musheir AlFarra, the only Palestinian on board our boats who actually is from Gaza reminds us why we will not stop:

“The day before we were due to leave, I went to my mother’s grave. “Mother, I am here. I am visiting you despite their siege.” I used to joke with my mother. “Do not die when I cannot be with you.” She would laugh and say, “Don’t worry, I will not if you promise to place me in my grave with your own hands.” I had promised to do that, but was unable to. It was a great feeling, a feeling of freedom that I had never experienced. It was the first time in my life that I had visited home without the humiliation of being questioned or interrogated by the Israelis, without being threatened, having my travel documents thrown in my face, and not knowing whether I would be able to get out or not. It is a sense of liberation I hope every Palestinian will experience one day. I am proud of being one of the first Palestinians from the Occupied Territories to enter Palestine without Israeli permission since 1967.”

Perhaps it’s time to look at a different tactic. We proved that we could break the siege by sea. Maybe it’s time to break the siege by air… hot air balloons? Fixed wing planes? Small helicopters? Hang gliders? We’re thinking, and that makes us dangerous to the Israeli authorities.

Greta Berlin and Mary Hughes Thompson, Co-Founders, The Free Gaza movement. Illustration courtesty of Carl John Freeman.

Toots Thielemans - RIP!

Toots has died on Monday August 22, 2016 at the age of 94. He will be greatly missed.

"The Raid - In Bulgled Spying Operation, NSA Targeted Pro-Democracy Campaigner"

TONY FULLMAN IS a middle-aged former tax man and a pro-democracy activist. But four years ago, a botched operation launched by New Zealand spies meant he suddenly found himself deemed a potential terrorist — his passport was revoked, his home was raided, and he was placed on a top-secret National Security Agency surveillance list.

segunda-feira, 22 de agosto de 2016

Lettre d’Antonin Artaud à Colette Thomas

Colette Thomas épousa le romancier Henri Thomas et par lui fit la rencontre de la personnalité à la fois captivante et redoutable d’Antonin Artaud. Comédienne jusqu’alors restée dans l’ombre elle sera selon Artaud : « la plus grande actrice que le théâtre ait vue ». Les rapports d’Artaud avec les femmes ont toujours été complexes. Jeune acteur, d’une beauté rayonnante, il vivra des aventures sans lendemains du temps de la courte vie du Théâtre de la Cruauté, mais Colette Thomas surgira alors qu’il est aux bords de sa mort, vieillard éructant, porté par une gloire sulfureuse et lui-même enfermé dans une virulente haine du sexe et comme frappé d’un esprit d’inquisiteur. Colette ne pouvait qu’être une de « ses filles de cœur ».

Chère Colette,

Disant publiquement que les enfants de la mise en scène princpe ne sont pas dans le son mais dans le con, vous ne serez pas une actrice mais la plus grande amie de mon âme désireuse de manifester et d’imposer l’un de mes élans de cœur, à tous.

Ce qui nous empêche de vivre, vous et moi, c’est la masse, et elle recule comme Béémoth devant la manifestation plus massive qu’elle de certaines vérités. —

Ne rien faire, ne plus quitter Saint-Germain, c’est se laisser enliser par elle, la masse, et se laisser pénétrer par son insuline, c’est se faire faire sans le savoir une cure d’insulinothérapie.

Y a-t-il beaucoup d’êtres au monde, Colette, qui tiennent à vous de toute leur âme et qui veulent que votre moi et votre personnalité existent, je ne le crois pas et je crois que votre mère est au fond et en fait votre ennemie, il fautchoisir entre vos parents et moi.

Je vous ai dit que je m’enfermerai dans ma tour abolie parce que vous m’avez désespéré avec de faux prétextes pour ne pas rester avec moi pour travailler aujourd’hui.

Vous êtes une fleur unique que le monde ne veut pas laisser vivre.

Je crois avoir perçu cette fleur telle qu’elle est et pour rien au monde je ne voudrais la léser physiquement ou moralement, mais cette fleur a besoin de moi, et on le sait et on voudrait bien l’enlever de mon atmosphère pour me désespérer et la désespérer d’échapper au conformisme général : famille : société :

« Tu resteras incluse ailleurs que dans tout ce qui est Artaud ».

Colette, il faut réagir à tout instant et à tout prix.

Je vous embrasse.


"Stop weapons to South Sudan"

Government forces have chased civilians through swamps, crushed them with tanks, and even used attack helicopters to fire on a hospital. The opposition, for its part, has lured children into battle by giving them new guns. An arms embargo could help to curb these abuses.

In response to the latest round of slaughter, the UN Security Council recently decided to send 4,000 more peacekeepers to South Sudan. Many countries asked for an immediate arms embargo as well, but US officials said they will support an embargo only if South Sudan blocks these new peacekeepers. Using the embargo as a bargaining chip has been tried before. The South Sudanese increasingly see it as an empty threat.

domingo, 21 de agosto de 2016


Alexandre O'Neill

Sei os teus seios

Sei os teus seios.
Sei-os de cor.

Para a frente, para cima,
Despontam, alegres, os teus seios.

Vitoriosos já,
Mas não ainda triunfais.

Quem comparou os seios que são teus
(Banal imagem) a colinas!

Com donaire avançam os teus seios,
Ó minha embarcação!

Porque não há
Padarias que em vez de pão nos dêem seios
Logo p'la manhã?

Quantas vezes
Interrogaste, ao espelho, os seios?

Tão tolos os teus seios! Toda a noite
Com inveja um do outro, toda a santa

Quantos seios ficaram por amar?

Seios pasmados, seios lorpas, seios
Como barrigas de glutões!

Seios decrépitos e no entanto belos
Como o que já viveu e fez viver!

Seios inacessíveis e tão altos
Como um orgulho que há-de rebentar
Em deseperadas, quarentonas lágrimas...

Seios fortes como os da Liberdade
-Delacroix-guiando o Povo.

Seios que vão à escola p'ra de lá saírem
Direitinhos p'ra casa...

Seios que deram o bom leite da vida
A vorazes filhos alheios!

Diz-se rijo dum seio que, vencido,
Acaba por vencer...

O amor excessivo dum poeta:
"E hei-de mandar fazer um almanaque
da pele encadernado do teu seio"
(Gomes Leal)

Retirar-me para uns seios que me esperam
Há tantos anos, fielmente, na província!

Arrulho de pequenos seios
No peitoril de uma janela
Aberta sobre a vida.

Botas, botirrafas
Pisando tudo, até os seios
Em que o amor se exalta e robustece!

Seios adivinhados, entrevistos,
Jamais possuídos, sempre desejados!

"Oculta, pois, oculta esses objectos
Altares onde fazem sacrifícios
Quantos os vêem com olhos indiscretos"
(Abade de Jazente)

Raimundo Lúlio, a mulher casada
Que cortejaste, que perseguiste
Até entrares, a cavalo, p'la igreja
Onde fora rezar,
Mudou-te a vida quando te mostrou
("É isto que amas?")
De repente a podridão do seio.

Raparigas dos limões a oferecerem
Fruta mais atrevida: inesperados seios...

Uma roda de velhos seios despeitados,
A pretexto de chá...

Engolfo-me num seio até perder
Memória de quem sou...

Quantos seios devorou a guerra, quantos,
Depressa ou devagar, roubou à vida,
À alegria, ao amor e às gulosas
Bocas dos miúdos!

Pouso a cabeça no teu seio
E nenhum desejo me estremece a carne.

Vejo os teus seios, absortos
Sobre um pequeno ser

Alexandre O'Neill

Jogos Olímpicos 2016 - Participação portuguesa excecional

A participação portuguesa nos Jogos Olímpicos foi, na minha opinião, excecional.

Uma medalha de bronze, 10 diplomas e a participação em 7 finais após eliminatórias.


Ciclismo – Estrada – 10º lugar – Rui Costa

Ciclismo - Contra-Relógio – 7º lugar – Nelson Oliveira

Judo - – 57 kg – 3º lugar (medalha de bronze) – Telma Monteiro

Canoagem - Slalom C1 Masculino – 9º lugar – José Carvalho

Ténis de Mesa - Singulares Masculinos – 5º lugar – Marcos Freitas

Atletismo - Maratona Feminina – 16º lugar – Dulce Félix

Atletismo - Triplo Salto Feminino – 6º lugar - Patrícia Mamona (final)

Atletismo - Triplo Salto Feminino – 9º lugar – Susana Costa (final)

Atletismo - Triplo Salto Masculino – 6º lugar – Nelson Évora (final)

Canoagem - K1 1000m Masculinos – 5º lugar – Fernando Pimenta (final)

Canoagem - K2 1000m Masculinos – 4º lugar – Emanuel Silva e João Ribeiro (final)

Triatlo – Masculino – 5º lugar – João Pereira

Atletismo - 20km Marcha Feminina – 6º lugar – Ana Cabecinha

Canoagem - K4 1000m Masculinos – 6º lugar - David Fernandes, Emanuel Silva, Fernando Pimenta, João Ribeiro (final)

Futebol masculino – quartos de final

Equestre - Salto de Obstáculo – 9º lugar – Luciana Diniz (final)

Há quem diga, como sempre, que é pouco. Por mim, considero todos os atletas verdadeiros heróis tendo em conta a realidade nacional:

- Não existe uma política de desporto escolar; mais, a Educação Física nas escolas é de péssima qualidade - poucas horas por semana, falta de ginásios, professores a recibos verdes, etc..

- Durante os 4 anos precedentes aos jogos, os media (todos) só se preocupam com o futebol (a não ser quando algum destes heróis é campeão de alguma coisa). Veja-se o que se passa com as transmissões televisivas das restantes modalidades.

- A maior parte destes atletas são amadores, com vidas profissionais ativas, com poucos patrocínios e apoio do estado que fazem sacrifícios imensos para praticarem desporto de alto nível.

- Até no tal futebol, o selecionador teve enormes dificuldades em constituir uma equipa ao nível de quem é campeão europeu.

Caso nada seja mudado, daqui a 4 anos a conversa vai ser a mesma.