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لوحه و فنان Outubro 19, 2007

Filed under: Art,Photos — looking4good @ 7:30 pm

لوحه للفنان جيوفاني بولديني
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لوحه لسيده جميله جدا في مقتبل العمر فيها بعض علامات فن العصر الذي عاشه الفنان من حيث الملابس و العنايه بالكلاب كوجاهه اجتماعيه و عاده اهتمت بها النساء خاصه ،يمكن ان نقسم هذه اللوحه في شرحها و شرح تنظيم و تنسيق الوانها الي قسمين.الاول :هو جسم المراه و الكلب الذي تحمله ،، و الثاني :هو ارضية اللوحه و خلفيتها و فيها ايضا كلب اخر
اللوحه عباره عن امراه جميلة الملامح و الجسم ،رشيقه جدا نتلبس ثوبا اسودا ذو لمعان واضح و قد برع الفنان في ابراز لمعان الثوب و فيه دلاله علي نوعية قماش الثوب الثمين و الذي يدل علي الطبقه التي تنتمي اليها السيده الثريه كما ان القبعه و طرازها و العنايه بالكلاب تدل علي نمط و تكوين ثقافي معين تنتمي اليه السيده

تقف السيده وقفه تبرز من جمالها الكثير فهي تمد زراعها الابيض و الذي تعلوه دانتيلا سوداء واضح جدا ان الفنان برع في تنفيذها كما ان الفنان كي برز من جمالها اكثر عمد الي الخصر و طوقه بحزام اخضر اللون له توكه علي الجانب كما ان الحزام نفسه مرسوم بحرفنه واضحه فنزوله الي اسفل بهذا الطول ابدي جمالا اكثر للمراه و لون الحزام نفسه يناظره لون ملابسها تحت السوداء و هي لفته فنيه من الفنان لو لم تكن موجوده لكان للوحه شان اقل بهذه اللمسه الصغيره جدا
امتداد ساق المراه و شكلالحزاء الضئيل جدا له اثر جمالي واضح كما ان جوارب المراه نفذها الفنان ببراعه فقد غطي جلدها و لكن بغطاء شفاف رقيق في شفافيته كما ان الدانتيلا باسفل ثوب المراه برزت بجمال واضح ،هذا فيما يتعلق بالمراه المكون الاساسي في اللوحه ن اما بالنسبه لنمط توزيع الالوان في للوحه فهي تنقسم كما قلنا الي جزئين
سنلاحظ في جزئي اللوحه انهما تقريبا متناظران تناظرا كاملا او متماثلان في انتشار الالوان و العناصر بهما معا بصوره تجعلهما في حاله تشبه الحوار بينهما او المناظره .فنلاحظ مثلا في القسم الاول منها ان المراه بالوانها الاسود و الاخضر و الكلب البني في ابيض..يرد عليه و ينافسه في التوزيع الوان الارضيه ،فهي تخضع لنفس النظام ،فنجد فيها نفس الوان المراه الاخضر و الاسود و ايضا الكلب علي الارضيه

اللون الاسود في ملابس المراه يرد عليه الاسود في الخلفيه و الاخضر في ملابسها يرد عليه لاخضر في الخلفيه ايضا كما ان الكلب علي زراعها يرد عليه و يتحاور معه الكلب في ارضية اللوحه في مناظره لونيه بديعه بين الشكل و الارضيه قلما يوفق فنان الي انجازها بهذه البساطه و السهوله
علي الارضيه عمد الفنان الي تسريع ايقاع اللوحه باستخدام ضربات سريعه خاطفه للفرشاه فيها شيء من عدم التنظيم لابراز الحركه السريعه الكامنه في المشهد الساكن كما انه فعل شيء مماثل في رسم المراه اذ استخد فرشاه شديدة النعومه لكن اتجاه حركتها مع حركة المراه يزيد من نسبة الحركه في اللوحه

قد يكون هناك معني فاسفي كامن خلف الصوره الظاهره لنا في اللوحه فالقليل من الفنانين من يترك هذه المعاني في اعماله و القليل من الناس من يستطيع استشفافها و قراءتها
مثلا :التناظر اللوني بين الطبيعه الحيه ممثله في الارضيه و الشكل ممثلا في المراه يدل علي تناظر في المعني بينهما فالطبيعه خضراء حبلي بالخيرات ،خصبه قادره علي الانتاج و العطاء نفالمراه ايضا كذلك!!هي ايضا خضراء فيها نفس صفات الطبيعه من حيث القدره علي العطاء و الخصوبه كما تدل علي اشتراكهما في صفة الجمال ايضا و ربما شيء من الخفاء والغموض
و الابهام
اللوحه هي واحده من الابداعات الرائعه للفنان الايطالي جيوفاني بولديني
مصدر اللوحه مدونة الفنان حسني سليمان
كتبه/ذو النون المصري

 

Receitas fiscais aumentam 9 %

Filed under: economia,impostos — looking4good @ 6:45 pm
Nos primeiros nove meses do ano, a receita fiscal registou um crescimento de 9% face ao período homólogo do ano passado, continuando superior ao previsto no OE/2007. Este resultado reflecte o crescimento da receita dos impostos directos, em 16.4%, e dos impostos indirectos, em 4.4%.

É por isso que o déficit está a diminuir. À custa de um constante aumento da carga fiscal. Mas a elasticidade das receitas fiscais não é ilimitada. Crescimento das receitas fiscais a taxas anuais de 9% quando o PIB sobe 1,8% (vamos a ver…), tanto se estica a corda… que há-de partir.

Por outro lado, e apesar dos congelamentos ao nível salarial e das carreiras da função pública, as despesas com pessoal aumentaram 3,2% ( !) e a aquisição de bens e serviços correntes 14,9% (!!!). Parece que tem a ver com a presidência portuguesa da UE… E esta hem?!

 

Salute to Poets

Filed under: Uncategorized — looking4good @ 1:21 pm

Salute to Poets
—Offered with deepest respect to the wise members of the World Congress of Poets, who struggle daily for the cause of peace and humanity.

By Daisaku Ikeda

There is a power in words,
an infinite power
to revive, restore
and make life blaze anew.

There is a life in poetry,
a limitless, eternal life
that can stir and arouse
a society to new vibrancy.

Poets!
Reflected in
your clear eyes
—like the still waters
of a lake—
we can see:
Clusters of people
fleeing in confusion
through a field of battle.
A wailing mother
tenderly cradling
a tiny corpse.
An infant,
starving, emaciated,
weakened and awaiting death.
The trembling fist
of a young boy,
who writhes beneath
the crushing weights of
discrimination and hate.

Poets!
Through your keen ears
we can hear,
as in an echoing valley:
The self-mocking sighs
of young people
filled with mistrust and isolation,
who sense no future
as they wander aimlessly
through thronging crowds.
The painful cry of Earth herself,
oceans and atmosphere polluted,
stripped and denuded of green,
bound by atomic burdens,
crying in distress
as she continues to revolve
on her grinding axis.

Poets!
Poets whose fine hearts
feel the full torment
of people’s pain!

War, nuclear weapons,
environmental destruction,
discrimination,
the trampling of people’s rights—
all these problems
are caused and created
by human beings.

Thus there is
no misery or cruelty
beyond our power
as humans
to resolve.

All people, everyone,
crave and thirst
for peace,
everyone seeks and pursues
the goal of happiness.

All people
hold within themselves,
in their hearts,
a golden sun
that can brightly light their own lives
and shed far and wide
warm and brilliant beams
of friendship and fraternity.
This inner luster
of life itself,
is the ultimate
font and source
of new creation.

Poets!
Now is the time
to raise your voices,
to call forth and awaken
the sun sleeping
in the hearts of people
the world over.

Society is awash
with false discourse;
with propaganda
that incites
xenophobic rejection;
with low and ugly rumor
whose sole purpose is
to degrade and demean;
with shrieked abuse that
destroys dignity,
tearing into the heart
like a lethal blade.

This flood
of deceptive, vacuous
and violent language
has caused people
to treat all words and language
as suspect.
Words are
the human heart
and this doubt
has driven people
into the dark and rampant isolation
of cynicism and fear,
distrusting everything
including society
and humanity itself.

Ah, poets!
Now is the time
to use the words
of compassion and truth,
the words of universal justice
that roil and seethe within your heart,
to use these words to dispel
the dark and heavy clouds
of language laden with
false and evil intent,
to stir new winds
of hope and courage,
to bring about a
new and golden dawn!

Mahatma Gandhi declared:
“A poet is one who can call forth
the good latent in the human breast.”

Ah! The innumerable
cruel fissures that split
and divide our
blue planet.
Divisions based
on differences
of ideology,
of state,
of national and ethnic
identity,
of religion,
of class.

The absurd, horrific
and repeated reality
of people
turned against people,
viciously discriminating,
resenting, wrangling
and hating each other.

The deepest evil,
the ultimate source
of all conflict and tragedy
is the dividing heart.
Preoccupied with difference,
it drives people
to reject and exclude
others.

But this very Earth,
this lovely planet,
is a garden rich
with the full and gorgeous
blossoming of diversity.

It is difference
above all
that makes each
flowering tree
—cherry, plum, peach, and damson—
uniquely valuable.
Difference is
the quality that
enables us
to learn from each other,
to complement and fulfill each other,
to respect and honor each other.

Poets!
Let us throw new bridges
across the gulfs dividing
people’s hearts!
With the cries that issue
from your soul
turn the gears of history:
away from suspicion and toward trust
from divisiveness to harmony
from war to peace.

We are all human beings.
The poetic spirit
beats and throbs
in our veins!

All people are in fact
sisters and brothers
capable of mutual love,
of coming together
in harmonious unity.

All people
have the right
to live out their lives
in happiness and dignity.

Poets, arise!
Wait for no one,
but stand up resolute
and alone!

With our words
and with our actions,
let us till and turn
the sprawling expanse,
the desert aridity
of people’s hearts.

The voice of the poet
who has chosen to stand alone,
calls out to and resounds with
the voice of another
self-sufficient poet.
A single ripple
elicits ten thousand waves.

When our cries of justice
swell to a symphony
extolling humanity and life
and when its resonant tones
reach all corners of the earth,
wrapping and cradling it…

Then the deep red glory,
the dawning sun
of peace for all people everywhere,
will rise and lift
into the sky.

(Translated from the September 5, 2007, issue of the Seikyo Shimbun, the Soka Gakkai daily newspaper)

Posted by Dia from Amsterdam, the Netherlands, Europe

 

Love Like You’ve Never Been Heart

Filed under: Life,Love — looking4good @ 11:42 am


Work like you don’t need the money;

Dance like no one is watching;

Sing like no one is listening;

Love like you’ve never been hurt;

And live life every day as if it were your last.


I must admit that after having my heart broken for quite a number of times, I became too cynical about love and once I’m in a relationship, I can’t seem to keep or stay in love.

What the hell happened to the hopeless romantic I used to know? I just don’t think, I am still that person. W
ho am I to blame? Or should I simply just take the risk and open my heart to love again? Am I ready to take the chance and risk with the possibility that I might get hurt once again.

Love like you have never been hurt… I know this quote a long time ago, and I once heard it from a show I’ve watched on TV and suddenly it gave a whole new meaning to me. I definitely want to love like I’ve never been hurt, it seems I had forgotten or had chosen to erase in my memory how wonderful love is. I can’t seem to remember now the feeling to be loved by someone who loves you too and to share your life with. Once you’re in love you can’t really define your emotions, you just know that it makes you happy. It’s been a long time since I felt this way and sometimes I wish I can truly love again, but I guess it just ain’t for me just yet.

Or maybe I’m in love right now, it just saddens me that he might not feel the same way for me or probably I just think that I love him because I long to be in love again.. Confusing and tormenting, but I honestly wish that I could sing my heart out like no one is listening, I can dance like no one is watching, I can work like I don’t need the money, love like I have never been hurt and maybe, just maybe my life would find some deeper meaning…

Emmyrose
author of: Dancing With Butterflies and Just Let Go
Philippines
Romantic/Relationship

 

Indian Army Invasion {Indian Peace Keeping Force (IPKF) invasion}

Filed under: peace — looking4good @ 1:55 am

***This article is about what I can remember and what I and my family experienced during the Indian army invasion.

Part 1

Indian Army Invasion {Indian Peace Keeping Force (IPKF) invasion}

C Plane (Kooll Mooddi), Afro, B(P)ukkara, Sagadai, Helicopter (Bell helicopter, crocodile helicopter and so many other different type), Bomber, Supersonic, Kfir these are the names our kids learn before they started Learning A, B, C, D (A, Aa, E, Ee). In fact most of us could tell these planes names without even looking at them… We could identify what sort of plane or helicopter is coming with their sound.

I can still remember, when I was younger I was always so happy to see those planes from our windows or court yard and always wondered how do they fly and I wanted to fly on it one day. Time has changed then we became scared of it and every time we hear or saw the planes we had to run to the bunkers for survival.

First incident that I can still remember; when the Indian army arrived, there were heaps of planes and heaps of parachutes on the sky and we were all scared and my father put me with my siblings and mother in the bunker and he didn’t let us get out of the bunker for little while. After he found out it was Indian army he let us got out of the bunker and then we were all happy and we thought we don’t have to worry about going into the bunkers any more and then we were all celebrating about the Indian armies arrival.

Even though I was only around 9 years old or something at this time, I can still remember few days later or months after Indian army arrived in Jaffna my fathers’ friends (From Urumbirai) and my uncles (From Kantharoodai) arrived in our house, they said there is a fight between Tigers and Indian army and they can’t live at their place because there were heavy shelling, and they wanted to stay with us for few days or so.

One day my dad went to Thanankilappu to make sure all the work’s done properly in our paddy field and if everything okay there. After an hour, Indian helicopter was rounding Chavakachcheri area and it was shooting (we called that helicopter “Crocodile heli” because its face looked like crocodile). We were all standing there in front of our house and watching this from our front house hoods. Mum started crying out loud and all of us were scared. Thanankilappu is only one or two Kilo meters away from Chavakachcheri and we weren’t sure where they were firing exactly. Only thing we were sure about was that helicopter was shooting around Chavakachcheri area. After 30 minutes or so my dad arrived at home and his whole body was shaking and he said that there are burnt bodies everywhere in Chavakachchri – Market area and lots of civilians shot dead.

After Indian army arrived in Chavakachcheri we all moved to “Yettaalai” because of the shelling. Yettaalai is bit further down from Chavakachcheri so shells won’t reach that far. Only thing I can remember during this time was that we all run away from place to place very often because of those shelling and bombing. There were absolutely no schools, nobody went to work and only thing we did was running to place to place as refugees. I can still remember sometimes we even stayed in the bunker for the whole day and sometimes we go and stay in some temples because we believed that we will be safe in the temple.

One day my father took my mother and aunty back to our house to take some cloths and rice/ food and on the way back to Yettaalai they saw a shell coming on the sky and my aunty and mum jumped off from the bicycle to lye down on the ground, but unfortunately they jumped on a thorn bush and they were bleeding when they got to Yettaalai, they were laughing about what happened; because what they saw wasn’t a shell it was a firefly.

Every household had a suitcase/ sack full of their cloths and other emergency stuffs. These suitcases/sacks, we won’t touch them unless we had to run away from our house. It usually contains two pair of cloths, Soap, Shampoo, Torch light, Panadol, Bandages, Plasters, Match boxes, Candles, and biscuits/ dry food; and then my parents will have secret pockets on their cloths to carry money and jewelries since there were no bank facilities.

Finally Indian army captured whole Tamil area and there weren’t any shelling and we all returned to our home. Because we still had to make our living and survive. After we returned my brothers were captured few times by the Indian army under suspicion. Once my elder brother almost got shot, because one of our aunty was sick and he heard the news and he was running from our house to their house and what happened was Indian armies were hiding in the bush and they round up my brother and caught him and took him to their camp. My parents went and talked to those armies nothing happened and they wouldn’t let my brother go, then my dad went and saw the army commander and he proved to them that my brother is a student then they let my brother go, even then my brother was arrested few more times (it is very common for any Tamil boys/ girls to get arrested under suspicion).

All Tamils’ homes were searched and inspected regularly. Something will disappear (Stolen) from at least one of Tamil’s house in our area every time army came for inspection. Where there a mother and her daughter live in the house, they will ask their neighbor to come and stay with them because there were few rapes by the armies. So people were scared and don’t like to leave any female(s) inside the house or alone without anyone else’s company.

At this time I was just a little kid, who doesn’t know much except my personal experiences and studies. I was rehearsing for a drama called “Ilank Kumanan” for “Vijaya Thasami” and during “Navarathri” my second elder brother ran away and joined Tigers and he ran away with few of his friends.

As my mum is a pressure patient, she became sick and she wouldn’t take any medication until she sees my brother. She doesn’t want to be treated until she sees my brother. She became very sick and she couldn’t be able to talk, her whole body was frozen like she was paralyzed. We were all scared and that was the first time I saw my father crying. Somehow my elder brother met some Tiger commander and finally my brother returned home after 8 or 18 days (sorry I can’t remember exactly how many days but I know it is either 8 or 18 days)

After he returned, my father didn’t want to keep him in our home or homeland any more because if the army finds out that he joined tiger and came back they will come and get my brother, so my father kept my brother at his friends and relatives places for few days and he finally send him to UK (when he was only 15 years old) in February 1989.

Most of the teenagers and all other kids that I knew joined Tigers at this time (especially after Thileepans’ fasting unto death people started joining Tigers heavily), and it became harder and harder for any teenagers or youths to live in peace. So my father send my elder brother to UK (He was 18 years old) in September 1989.

My parents sacrificed a lot already for us, but to send my brothers away they sold few of their traditional lands (lands passed by generation to generation) and half of their paddy field. I wouldn’t say it was only my parents did this sort of sacrifices, there are almost in every Tamil family they have at least one person in overseas, they send away their kids overseas with the hope that at least their kid(s) will survive and if they survive they will help the family get away from all these horror. That’s why you can see lots of Tamil people who came to overseas as refugees, they work hard, study hard and they don’t even worry about what sort of job they do.

I have a perfect example: I knew this uncle in Melbourne; I called him Ganesh Uncle. He used to be a principal at this school in Jaffna and after he came to Melbourne he did cleaning and a factory work… He sponsored his wife and his two kids couple of years ago. There are lots of people like him. Unfortunately Ganesh uncle is passed away few months ago because of cancer. His wife, she used to be a Science and Math teacher in Jaffna, now she is doing a cleaning job and supporting her family. When they arrived in Melbourne they were 40+ years old and they couldn’t be able to get any jobs in their field and also the lack of English was another reason (They can speak, write and understand English, but remember English is only their second language).

People who has grown up in overseas, who’s calling people ‘FOB’ think about what you are doing/saying? Yes they might be Fresh Off the Boat but what would you do if you were in their situation? You wouldn’t like if someone from another community calls you a curry. Calling someone a FOB is same as you making any racial comments or discriminating someone. So think about it…

 

MF Hussain

Filed under: Uncategorized — looking4good @ 1:48 am

 

Soneto do amor total – Vinicius de Moraes

Filed under: poesia,Vinicius de Moraes — looking4good @ 12:41 am
Wall Painting, House of the Epigrams, Reign of Nero from here

Amo-te tanto, meu amor … não cante
O humano coração com mais verdade …
Amo-te como amigo e como amante
Numa sempre diversa realidade.

Amo-te afim, de um calmo amor prestante
E te amo além, presente na saudade.
Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade
Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.

Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente
De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude
Com um desejo maciço e permanente.

E de te amar assim, muito e amiúde
É que um dia em teu corpo de repente
Hei de morrer de amar mais do que pude.


Vinicius de Moraes (n. Rio de Janeiro,19 Out 1913; m. Rio de Janeiro, 9 Jul 1980)

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