reflections visual & literary * humanidades
For some it is wine, for others, restaurants, carpets, clothes, cars or watches. I try not to criticize, because I think everyone has a certain objects of desire that are coveted. If so, I guess that means that I will always find money for the finest tea.
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I imagined her watching any non-survivors being hurled into something like the adjacent Cemiterio dos Novos Pretos, the Cemetary of New Blacks, the site of the largest slave cemetery in the Americas, where tens of thousands of bodies had been dumped and incinerated upon arrival in Rio de Janeiro. Such violence affected every generation that followed her, including those who are struggling to maintain the site
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There are two kinds of travelers: those running from themselves and those running to themselves, I thought, as I pointed the camera at the children. I am happy to say that it was this thought that struck me, and not the marbles aimed back at me along with their giggles and smiles.
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Although it remained unpronounced, Jackass was the insult that surged from inside me, when judging an acquaintance of mine who professed that the world was actually not round; it was flat. He spoke with such absolute certainty that he even held the knot of his tie when he explained that this world-is-round bull was just a myth for the meek.
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Já sabemos muito bem o que acontece com os fatos quando a convicção está reinando: quanto mais repudiava o falso conhecimento dele, falso por ter base nenhuma – nem teoria nem prática que desmente a redondeza do mundo e que tampouco agrega nada, nem sugere uma outra explicação do mundo físico ao nosso redor – mais crescia a teimosia dele sobre um mundo plano.
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“I don’t like reading movies much” is how I often describe my rejection of contemporary literature that relies heavily on the surprising turns and twists of plot, because I’ve often found that the degree to which such stories are entertaining, they are bereft of the lyricism that invokes reflection and the lingering taste of beauty. […]
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I don’t have enough words of praise and awe for the delicious food of India, but after nearly five weeks in the Subcontinent, there was something to rediscover once back in my kitchen on the other side of the world, to make once again those personal comfort foods — those that would be requested before […]
Read MoreSe não fosse pela minha experiência toda no Brasil – ou o Brasil que passou na minha vida – eu jamais teria achado tanta graça no comentário do meu irmãozinho indiano, depois daquela pausa para relaxar: “This is India: we have to make adjustments; we have to find the WAYS.”
Eu engasguei e quase cuspi a água que bebia para fora do tuk-tuk.
That is why after another five years and on the occasion of my tenth journey to India I was shocked to see young Indian women taking holidays on their own.
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“That is the story I cannot tell you” was how I responded to my nieces and nephews who pulled on me to sit back down. I abruptly rose, leaving them to hang from a cliff to know what happened after the beautiful Sita had been kidnapped by the Demon. “Please, uncle! Tell us the whole […]
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