the hunter

gatherers
with tribe counted by armfuls
chestnut after chestnut after
daytime in earthenware words
lavender hills and bluegreen hands
after chestnut after chestnut
rain-clad women and silent men
the hunters
gathering
stolid, elemental archives of beauty
readily derelict gargoyle-like motes
and one more armful
chest to chest to chest
kneeling to moisty mother provider
after and after and after
a hunter a-huddling inside
our chestnut shells
to be gathered.

Xiça. O telemóvel apagou-se. Apagou-se, trancou, e tive que fazer reset. Quando religou, religou sem pedir pin. Serei eu? Será de não ter escrito o terceiro poema? De ter amarrotado mentalmente trinta e sete folhas (sem IVA) enquanto me atirava a uma short-story pela primeira vez em ano e meio? Abraços a quem comentou.

Aconteceu aqui uma coisa que não devia ter acontecido.

Estava a ouvir um DVD. Ouvi-o todo. Quando acabou, abri o tabuleiro e... vinha vazio.

Bom.

O DVD ficou lá dentro. OK, na boa. Abri o leitor tirando a tampa. O DVD estava de facto encravado acima do motor e debaixo da tampa.

A TAMPA É, EM TODOS OS SEUS PONTOS, MAIS ESTREITA DO QUE O DVD E NÃO EXISTE SECÇÃO CIRCULAR VISÍVEL OU OCULTA POR ONDE ELE POSSA TER DESLIZADO.

Agora está novamente a funcionar.

Fiquei um bocado lívido.

Inenarrável

Secretário de Estado culpa consumidores pelo aumento do preço da electricidade
18.10.2006 - 09h24 Lusa

O secretário de Estado Adjunto da Indústria e da Inovação, António Castro Guerra, afirmou hoje que a culpa do aumento de 15,7 por cento no preço da electricidade em 2007 é dos consumidores, porque "este défice tem de ser pago por quem o gerou".

Até este ano, a lei impedia uma actualização dos preços acima da inflação, o que deu origem a um défice tarifário que, na opinião de Castro Guerra, "só pode ser imputado aos consumidores".

"São os consumidores que devem este dinheiro. Não é mais ninguém", declarou o governante à rádio TSF. "Este défice tem de ser pago por quem o gerou", disse ainda Castro Guerra.

De acordo com as contas do secretário de Estado Adjunto da Indústria e da Inovação, o défice vai ser recuperado num prazo de três a cinco anos.

Apesar de ter admitido que o aumento do preço é elevado, Castro Guerra afirmou que "os custos são os custos".

Questionado sobre o facto de o aumento para as empresas ser menor, o responsável referiu que "isso tem um fundamento". "As empresas estão a competir no mercado e nós não podemos por razões de energia reduzir a competitividade das empresas e mesmo assim já é um aumento substancial", explicou.

António Castro Guerra lembrou que os aumentos são da exclusiva competência da Entidade Reguladora do Sector Energético, mas admitiu que "no futuro o Governo pode criar mecanismos que evitem aumentos tão elevados".

Sobre o mesmo assunto, o ministro da Economia, Manuel Pinho, afirmou ao "Diário de Notícias" que "o Governo está a analisar a situação".

Não faltará quem diga, atendo-se a complexos de culpa por existir, que o sacrifício faz parte do caminho para a humildade e dignifica, tal como o trabalho, quem procura o seu lugar no mundo de hoje.

Eu digo que por este caminho é que o mundo chegou ao que é hoje, e que de humildade já tenho a minha conta, perante valores que não devem nada à forma humana.

E ainda sou capaz de dizer que está uma ventania do caraças aqui e em P'yongyang.

I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;
I am the speech that cannot be grasped.
I am the name of the sound
and the sound of the name.
I am the sign of the letter
and the designation of the division.

THESE WORDS
(Sullivan) 1992

Through the years of decay we walk like tigers in cages
With each passing turn the smaller and smaller the circles
Every weapon and word legitimate now as protection
But these things should never be spoken
These things should never be spoken

I stand undefeated alone in the ring just pacing
The sweat and the blood dried on my hands all wasted
I'm shouting "come back and fight for I am the king"
But the lights are all out and the people are gone
We always burned brightest when no one was watching
Now I kiss the lines on your beautiful face
But these things should never be spoken
These things should never be spoken

And sometimes your hunger for life seems like desperation
And when I read about the world these days all I can feel is hatred
The fortune teller is closing her doors
She looked into the crystal and saw nothing at all
They're waiting round here for something to happen
They won't really want it when it rolls out to greet them
But these things should never be spoken
These things should never be spoken

Primeiro jantar na vida nova. Ver o nascer da lua, monte após monte. As palmeiras e as árvores centenárias ao vento. A varanda. As luzes ao longe, vermelhas, amarelas, azuis, uma verde aqui e ali. O calor do vale nas paredes - outra vez as paredes da casa, do berço.

Já tenho alunos para começar. Terça-feira recomeço também a correr. Há um, talvez dois ou três projectos porreiros à espreita. Sem pressas? Não, nem tudo. Uma aldeia casmurra resiste ainda e sempre ao invasor ;)

Primeiro jantar. Com a luz ténue e difusa por trás, aposto que as janelas da sala ficam com um ar acolhedor para quem olha do largo em frente.

"See if you can catch yourself complaining in either speech or thought, about a situation you find yourself in, what other people do or say, your surroundings, your life situation, even the weather. To complain is always nonacceptance of what is. It invariably carries an unconscious negative charge. When you complain, you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation or accept it. All else is madness."

Thanx, Oceanspirit :)

Cromos, III série

Leiam o discurso deste rapaz no Porto de Abrigo.

Site oficial: http://www.alopresidente.gob.ve/

El Aló Presidente número 262 se trasladó a tierras andinas, específicamente a Boconó, estado Trujillo.

El Primer Mandatario Nacional, incrustado en las montañas cafetaleras de la antigua Hacienda San Houston inició el programa dominical.

03_cafe_dsc_2463 Con la recuperación de estas tierras, por parte del Gobierno Revolucionario, se pretende seguir la guerra contra el feudalismo y entregar a los venezolanos agricultores estas tierras productivas.

Ahora esta hacienda, convertida en Unidad de Producción Socialista Centro Integral de Café “Argimiro Gabaldón”, tiene como meta incrementar la producción de estos terrenos a 3 mil quintales de café para igualar el record histórico de la finca, y mantenerlo.
En la actualidad cuenta con 90 mil plantas de café, que produjeron en el último año 800 quintales.

Cabe destacar, que en esta Unidad de Producción Socialista se producen 7 variedades de café: Borbones Caturra, Catagüi Amarillo, Catagüi Rojo, Festival, Colombia 27 y una variedad que es exclusiva de Boconó, la cual aún no posee denominación.

El Centro Integral de Café Argimiro Gabaldón, funcionará como una escuela para la formación en el proceso técnico-productivo del cultivo de café y como centro para el desarrollo del turismo.

De volta às capas atordoantes.

Escape velocity

It's done at long last. Eleven years minus a few days, ups and eastwesthighs and lows, several thousand million dollars in the fire and I'm out of it. Full compensation, no hassle, an indemnity letter to get proper social security funding for a year and a half as of next week. Farewell to the raving corporate hordes of hysterical blonde and discoloured bimboes vibrating through every pore like lunatic sledgehammers on every occasion of a merger, acquisition or cocktail party. Farewell to asphyxia and tremors, farewell to the feeling of one dawn too much. I have many a sequence of events to thank to the totalities. Footprints in the sand.

BETTER THAN THEM
(Sullivan) 1984

This is our town, this is Friday night
Dressed in our rags and our rage and our best
Piercing eyes looking for something - anything, anyone.
Stare across the floor as they begin to dance
Missing all the rhythms and the chosen right steps
And we laugh and we drink in our corner again
We're better than them
Divided we were born, divided we live
Divided we fall, divided we die
Still we tell ourselves over and over again
We're better than them
With our hunger and our hatred, we all walk this town
With our fear and our weakness - just holding on
With our doubt and our emptiness and this cold, cold frown
We've got to be so important, we'll put the whole damn world down
And we build the walls that we can hide behind
And our finest weapon is our poisoned pride
Here in this town where the jealousies burn
We're watching you
'Cause truth is only what we need it to be
To bring us survival through each and every day
When nowhere is safe and nowhere is home - just be cool
And what was she wearing and what did he say?
Who goes with who and what did they do?
We tell ourselves over and over again
We're better than them , we're not like them

And back again

Voltei a casa, não como se nunca tivesse saído daqui, mas com a vida inteira por toda a parte da cabeça aos pés, com a chuva e os relâmpagos e os fogos de Verão nas colinas por detrás da igreja e da escola, dos prédios novos. Mais 15 dias. Carro na oficina, distribuição, pior altura possível, como sempre. Tem o seu nexo :)

O que eu descobri aqui debaixo...

OK. Casa nova a rolar, amigdalite a passar, calma, calma, calma. OK.

ANYONE please don't expect any news before Sep 7. Mail, SMS or phone call only :) Then I would be good... :)

Milenne, Selene, Abilene. Light, Night, Sight. Two, One, Three.

Netless at the moment! Sorry for any inconvenience or temporary denial of service :) We'll be back shortly.

I saw a dog, wanted to pet the dog, felt the stones, the steps, homeward bound, heartfelt wood, saplings, boughs and branches, tripped the movie, drank the dram.

Okay, cybercafé countdown tango. Scent of a keyboard. Old Al.

Halfway done.

Hunte-who?

Ten euro on the fact that he was offside ;)

Oh yeah! Famous last views from a bus!

And along came...

Okay, at this stage, just ourselves, the missing travel agent, an apparent 40 degrees at midnight, 10 spent bottles of water, 14 hours in transit and the mad cabbie.

Now then.

Here, it was still our tightly packed twoness, the bus square with its hawking honking horns and yummy turkish slices o'cake, and streets. Pratt-Maltese streets. Deep Valetta. No rules, great driving, good shoes.



Anya. I hope you find everything you hope for during your 3 weeks in Valetta, and even more when you're back to Odessa. Say, don't you think this is a bit weird even for a supposedly architectonic masterpiece-wise flash rebound? Mdina, the silent city.




The Aussie lady with five kids on the bus back from Bugibba. The pic was taken outside Rabat where a 4-yo taught us, in english, how to hike past the city walls. That's why I thought of you. Fly safe back to Sydney.



And then came Wonneke and Dick. Sorry, man, if I got it wrong - my dutch apprehension ain't what it used to be ;) Here's to the countless foes who surely have fallen by the Victoria citadel gates and its "blessed" cannons - I guess fanaticism isn't picky about race or creed... I'm mailing you smt as I write this, thanks guys! Looking forward to extended conversations :)



The temples, at Hagar Qim, Ggantija and on the way to Marsaxlokk. Where we met two german girls whose address has only a name, and an also german couple (hey man! the Tornado won't go out of service yet!) all of whom we expect to see again soon!



Then the uncountable hordes (yeah, you half-Irish plastering-dude and the sangria lady with bolognese skills and also the eight-fold maturity brigade downing John Bulls) of the quarter-of-an-hour chats.

And airport staff (no, no MLA, sorry 'bout that one...) and Cpt Duque and...

Man, am I tired.

I won't comment on any subjective, objective, or expletive aspect of the whole trip. BE Maltese, then be NOT Maltese again. Then apply that rule to all your ventures and escapades - or even "work" jumps.

Things are there to help you cope with passing years, still.

Again, please support the author ;)

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Ringthane
The One True Ring
Posts: 5252
Location: Yes
Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 9:55 pm

If a single "victor" would have to come out, I would much rather live under the premises of a hebrew, "westernalized" or even corporate country, than bowing to mass obscurantists who send kids to madrasahs and kick women for showing an ankle.

Don't tell me about minorities, *we* are the minority as we can perceive by whomever has been elected in *our* and *their* countries alike. The fanatics, here and there, rule.

Thing is, I'm not gonna blow Hasan's house if he draws a cartoon of George Bush having it up his ass. Hasan just might for Muhammad.

Father's Eyes staring in the Blackness of the Morning
Mother cries echoing the Shadows of the Sunrise...
There you stood arms cloaked in Darkness where the Shades have gone
Wave goodbye to all that you know and all you'll ever be
Where will I run, the Faces are so cold
How will I Rule with Arms against the Sky
Where will I go when all has been disowned
Lord of this World, leave my Soul alone
Troy is Burning, say Farewell (HAIL)
Light the Fire of a Thousand Days (WAR)
Pain and Slaughter, even Gods can lie
WHEN THE LEGENDS DIE... cry like Rain...
Steal the Wind, gather all the Evening's Suns so blind
Where's your Soul forged in the Mist of Dawn in time will rise
To Damn the Gods this is no Illusion there are Ways to bear, my share
To Kill them all, Blacker than a Thousand Vows when Water Rises
How will I run, the Faces are so cold
How can I stand Eyes against the Night
Where will I go when all is said and done
I leave it behind, Graces of the World
Kill the Father, Kill the Son (HAIL)
Kill each other work is done (WAR)
Pain is nothing, even Gods can Lie
WHEN THE LEGENDS DIE... Die for me!
Oh, I will not Rise again you know
Oh, I will be Torn on Bloody Ground!
How will I run, the Faces are so cold
How will I race Clouds against the Sky
I am Burning say Farewell (HAIL)
Light the Fire of a Thousand Lives (WAR)
Pain and Slaughter, even Gods will Lie
WHEN THE LEGENDS DIE!!!

(DeFeis/Pursino)