Desde que começei a escrever nesta calote da blogosfera* que me vejo assombrado com uma terrível dúvida - escrever em inglês ou em português? Ou ambos? Ou apagar o blog e abandonar a ilusão de que sei escrever seja o que fôr?
The truth is that some posts pop into my mind in english, others in portuguese. And I don´t want to delete my blog because the web needs a site with a background that looks like the wallpaper in a whore house.
Vai daí que a questão se divide em quatro categorias principais:
1 - Tás em portugal, és português, portanto escreves em português e não choras!
2 - O blog é um habitante da World Wide Web, portanto há que internacionalizar. Inglês!
3 - Se és cobardolas e nem esta decisão consegues tomar sozinho, então escreve nas duas línguas, a ver se eu me importo...
4 - Por mim até podias escrever em chinaburguês ó careca mongodebilóide! Não é por isso que esta merda de blog vai passar a ser interessante.
And there it is. Leave your valuable comment and help me make a better blog.
* O conceito inicial previa o termo "cantinho da blogosfera", que para além de ser nítidamente amaricado não é aplicável, visto que as esferas não têm cantos.
Calote é o termo correcto para designar uma porção de uma esfera. Com a vantagem de ser um termo muito mais viril e que me faz parecer mais inteligente...
sexta-feira, 21 de julho de 2006
terça-feira, 18 de julho de 2006
Some Expensive S**t
Some art pieces are crap, but this one is plain shit. Piero Manzoni´s shit, to be exact.
In 2002 the Tate Gallery paid 22,300£ for a work by the late Italian artist Piero Manzoni, which a gallery official declared "a very important purchase for an extremely small amount of money".
The piece, labeled "Artist’s Shit", was a 30 gram tin can containing a sample the artist’s freshly preserved feces.
As the gallery itself acknowledged, Manzoni "placed his excrement in fancy cans and proclaimed it art simply as a satirical joke against the idiotic pretensions of the art world."
As it turns out Piero, the art world is too full of itself to even care about its idiotic pretensions and paid a hefty amount (or should I say a shitload?) of money for your rectal art all the same.
In 2002 the Tate Gallery paid 22,300£ for a work by the late Italian artist Piero Manzoni, which a gallery official declared "a very important purchase for an extremely small amount of money".
The piece, labeled "Artist’s Shit", was a 30 gram tin can containing a sample the artist’s freshly preserved feces.
As the gallery itself acknowledged, Manzoni "placed his excrement in fancy cans and proclaimed it art simply as a satirical joke against the idiotic pretensions of the art world."
As it turns out Piero, the art world is too full of itself to even care about its idiotic pretensions and paid a hefty amount (or should I say a shitload?) of money for your rectal art all the same.
quinta-feira, 6 de julho de 2006
The Laughing Head
Mr. David Hensel is an artist in dismay. He labored away for two months to carve a laughing head, a sculpture that was to be a part of the summer exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts. But when he saw a preview of his work on display, he wasn’t laughing.
The sculpture was packed separately from its base to protect it during shipment, and so arrived at the academy in two parts - the laughing head and the plinth (the support where the head rests). The judging panel assumed the two pieces were separate submissions and decided the support was better.
You can judge for yourself. The images below show the original sculpture, and the plinth as it was displayed at the Academy, complete with the little piece of wood that would supposedly hold the real sculpture.
The sculpture was packed separately from its base to protect it during shipment, and so arrived at the academy in two parts - the laughing head and the plinth (the support where the head rests). The judging panel assumed the two pieces were separate submissions and decided the support was better.
You can judge for yourself. The images below show the original sculpture, and the plinth as it was displayed at the Academy, complete with the little piece of wood that would supposedly hold the real sculpture.
As with most things in the art world, aesthetics, reason, and common sense are as important as having a parachute on the Titanic. It’s a bit like drawing masterful pieces that aren’t worth shit, and then selling ugly distorted paintings for obscene amounts of money. No, wait a minute! I think that one is called Picasso.
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