(I hate the word, by the way…)
(I hate the word, by the way…)
Found this jotted on a notebook from 2010 I had completely forgotten about. Four years later, I think impatience is just another excuse for lack of discipline.
Yes, lack of speed is a challenge. The dyslexia that comes from thinking ahead of the words you’re writing is a challenge. But isn’t the ability to work your thoughts into words – with all the time that takes to sculpt – the whole point?
It does not come easily because it comes too fast. You can see it in my letters, stumbling on top of each other because some “a” or “s” wants to appear before its time. ‘Is it not done yet? When’s my turn?’ I must have known another space where movements were faster, or where you’d only need to think words into paper. I am not used to this world where you can regurgitate ideas and thoughts into life. Ideas, so abstract in nature, that are nothing without action. That will make you prove your worth and grant you praise – or, at least, immortality – only after labour. I know my ideas too well without letting them come through imperfect. So I linger and add and amend and travel back & forth to ensure perfection. And some limb or another always gets lost along the way. Too impatient for my own perfectionism.
You can also take the opportunity to learn more about the disease and maybe demystify some preconceived notions – as well as understanding the real effects it has on all those who live with it.
é office speak para “atão?, tens vida que valha alguma coisa fora daqui?”
O teu pai era assim, não perdia tempo para pôr-se em contacto com altos personagens, fosse quem fosse. Escreveu ao Papa Pio XII a falar-lhe do Subud, e ao General de Gaulle a explicar-lhe as suas teorias de geo-estratégia mundial. Provavelmente terá escrito a bastantes mais pessoas, mas não me contou. Eu, ficava todo ufano de ter um primo assim, todo prá-frentex!
– o tio
A organizar outro blog no WordPress totalmente dedicado aos textos do meu pai – artigos antigos em papel, textos publicados em blogs e sites alheios, excertos dos livros que publicou.
Brevemente, numa blogosfera perto de si.
Detachment Movie Poster ©Lafar88
How are you to imagine anything if the images are always provided for you?
Doublethink. To deliberately believe in lies, while knowing they’re false.
Examples of this in everyday life: “Oh, I need to be pretty to be happy. I need surgery to be pretty. I need to be thin, famous, fashionable.” Our young men today are being told that women are whores, bitches, things to be screwed, beaten, shit on, and shamed. This is a marketing holocaust. Twenty-fours hours a day for the rest of our lives, the powers that be are hard at work dumbing us to death.
So to defend ourselves, and fight against assimilating this dullness into our thought processes, we must learn to read. To stimulate our own imagination, to cultivate our own consciousness, our own belief systems. We all need skills to defend, to preserve, our own minds.
I don’t remember the last time I saw a movie this unique.
Don’t let the title or the trailer fool you. This isn’t Dangerous Minds 2.0. It’s also not about alienation. Not at its core, anyway. The notion of detachment may be the starting concept, but this story is all about connecting.
Brody’s character may be reserved and apparently detached but he is far more openhearted and genuine than your standard extrovert types. He’s the temporary element, but the one who tries the most to relate.
The big issues of modern education – the students’ indifference and apathy, the parents’ complete lack of trust in the people they turn over their kids’ education to – will ring a bell in any country from our oh-so-evolved Western culture.
It seems that, after centuries of struggle to make education available for everyone regardless of gender, race, social-economical status and all those utopic Enlightenment ideals, the less people value it, or even care. More than ever, teachers are unappreciated and undervalued (and under-payed) because, let’s face it, how much revenue does an educated mind bring? Why should we want you to think for yourself when you’ll make so much profit if you just follow our lead?
Social issues aside, it’s a story about humanity – and one that can tell the tale without being soppy about it.
The cast is phenomenal (what my dad would call ‘a feast of actors’) and this is a movie that is deep without being pretentious – and extremely raw, without ever losing its heart.
I think this blog must be feeling like Sleeping Beauty’s dress.
This is harder than I thought.
A tua busca de imagens devia ter um filtro que ocultasse imagens pirosas.
Your truly, etc.