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Grayson Perry’s Reith Lectures: Who decides what makes art good? By Grayson Perry (FINANCIAL TIMES)


October 11, 2013 7:16 pm

Grayson Perry’s Reith Lectures: Who decides what makes art good?


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Grayson Perry at Tate Modern before recording his first Reith Lecture last month
Iwant to talk about the issue of quality because I think this is one of the most burning issues around art – how do we tell if something is good? And who tells us that it’s good? That’s perhaps even more important. And of course now, in the art world as it is, does it really matter? And I want to talk about what are the criteria by which we judge art made today.
There’s no easy answer for this one because many of the methods of judging are very problematic and many of the criteria used to assess art are conflicting. We have financial value, popularity, art historical significance, or aesthetic sophistication. All these things could be at odds with each other. If I go back to when I really started thinking about the idea of quality, in my second year at art college, it was almost de rigueur at that point – this is 30 years ago – that you had to dabble in performance art.
So I did a little three-act performance and in the third part I ran an election in college. I put up a ballot box a few weeks before to elect the best artist in the college, democratically. Of course, this was a very facetious act and the audience acted very facetiously in response and elected me as the best artist because they knew I was organising it, and I won the prize – which was a big head that I’d made.
But I learnt two things from doing that performance. One was I had to have very low expectation of audience participation, and the other one was that judging quality is a very tricky area, and my lecturer said to me afterwards, “That was fun but I don’t know if it was good art.” I realised then that there was this sort of tension between the idea of popularity and quality within the art world, and they seemed often to be almost at odds with each other.

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The fifth most popular art exhibition in the world last year was the David Hockney show at the Royal Academy, A Bigger Picture , with those big joyful landscape paintings, and it was a paying exhibition. A visitor to an exhibition like the Hockney one, if they were judging the quality of the art, might use a word like “beauty”. Now, if you use that kind of word in the art world, be very careful. There will be sucking of teeth and mournful shaking of heads because their hero, the artist Marcel Duchamp, of “urinal” fame, he said, “Aesthetic delectation is the danger to be avoided.” In the art world sometimes it can feel as if to judge something on its beauty, on its aesthetic merits, is as if you’re buying into something politically incorrect, into sexism, into racism, colonialism, class privilege. It almost feels it’s loaded, because where does our idea of beauty come from?
Proust said something to the effect that we only see beauty when we’re looking through an ornate gold frame, because beauty is very much about familiarity and it’s reinforcing an idea we have already. It’s like when we go on holiday, all we really want to do is take the photograph that we’ve seen in the brochure. Because our idea of beauty is constructed, by family, friends, education, nationality, race, religion, politics, all these things. When somebody chooses curtains, I’m sure they just think, “Oh I like those curtains, they’re nice,” but when you are thinking “What art do I like?” it’s a nightmare!
Illustration by Grayson Perry©Grayson Perry
One of Perry’s illustrations to accompany his talks
Self-consciousness is crippling for an artist. As a schoolboy, I liked Victorian narrative painting and I’ve had to go through all sorts of contortions to justify my liking of this. I like paintings by people such as William Powell Frith and George Elgar Hicks because they’re very English, have lovely craftsmanship, social history, good frocks.
And I went through all kinds of twists and turns to justify my liking of these paintings. Early on I was saying, “They’re modern in their own time, and they’re ironic and they’re kind of almost seeming exotic now.” Then I would say, “They’re unashamedly popular.” Then, all of a sudden, they were becoming popular again, and I’d think, “Oh no, I’ve no longer got kooky taste. It’ll just look like I’m jumping on the bandwagon, liking Victorian narrative painting.” So you can see how difficult it is, the role of the artist.
Now my job, day in day out, is to make aesthetic judgments around such things. And the discomfort around it is that it’s a subjective problem, so it’s very tricky. I’m sceptical of the idea that you can find an empirical way of judging quality, particularly in art. We’ve had attempts at it over history. The Greeks had their golden ratio. The painter William Hogarth, he had his Serpentine “line of beauty” that he used to put into his paintings thinking this was a sort of way of ensuring that it would be a beautiful thing. But my favourite one was the “Venetian secret”, when Benjamin West, president of the Royal Academy of Art in about 1796, was hoaxed. Someone said they had found a Venetian secret, which was that Titian and a lot of the Venetian painters had this formula for painting the ideal beautiful painting. And someone brought this old letter to West and he started painting paintings in this formula and he was mocked hideously for this. But I can feel some sympathy for him in a way.
I did a bit of research myself and I think I have found the 21st-century version of the Venetian secret and it is a mathematical formula. What you do, you get a half-decent, non-offensive kind of idea, then you times it by the number of studio assistants, and then you divide it with an ambitious art dealer, and that equals number of oligarchs and hedge fund managers in the world.
And that is the ideal formula for art in the 21st century. Of course, the nearest we have to an empirical measure of art that actually does exist is the market. By that reckoning, Cézanne’s “Card Players” is the most beautiful lovely painting in the world. I find it a little bit clunky-kitsch but that’s me. It’s worth $260m.
Cynics may say that art is only an asset class and that it has lost its other roles now; that the main reason that art exists any more is that it’s this sort of big lumpen load of cash sitting on the wall. The opposite arguments are that it’s art for art’s sake and that’s a very idealistic position to take. Clement Greenberg, a famous art critic in the 1950s, said that art will always be tied to money by an umbilical cord of gold, either state money or market money. I’m pragmatic about it: one of my favourite quotes is you’ll never have a good art career unless your work fits into the elevator of a New York apartment block.

There are other measures of quality that I find funny. Philip Hook, who works for Sotheby’s, says red paintings will always sell best, followed by white, blue, yellow, green and black. But, and we are coming to the crux here, there’s one thing about that red painting that ends up in Sotheby’s. It’s not just any old red painting. It is a painting that has been validated. This is an important word in the art world and the big question is: who validates? There is quite a cast of characters in this validation chorus that will kind of decide what is good art. They are a kind of panel, if you like, that decides on what is good quality, what are we going to end up looking at?
Perry’s vase ‘Lovely Consensus’©Grayson Perry
Perry’s vase ‘Lovely Consensus’ (2003)
They include artists, teachers, dealers, collectors, critics, curators, the media, even the public maybe. And they form this lovely consensus around what is good art. I did a pot once, called “Lovely Consensus”, and I put on it, written in a decorative way, 50 names of collectors and galleries and exhibitions that I might be in, almost like the perfect CV. One of the names on the pot was a very famous collector called Dakis Joannou, and he saw the pot, bought it on the phone while he was looking at it in the Tate Gallery. So that’s a little tip there for artists. Write the names of famous collectors on the side of your work.
Sir Alan Bowness, a previous director of the Tate Gallery, said there were four stages to the rise of an artist. Peers, serious critics and collectors, dealers, then the public. But I think it’s a little bit more complicated than that nowadays. It’s still very important to be recognised. I have been called an artists’ artist and that is a lovely accolade to have. When I first started making pottery, [fellow artists] used to look at me and say, “Pottery?” And then say, “Yeah, pottery, I kind of get that.” I had to get the support of fellow artists, and then of serious critics. Everybody can remember their worst review. Mine started, “If I had a hammer . . . ”
Another member of that cast of validating characters is the collectors. In the 1990s, if Charles Saatchi just put his foot over the threshold of your exhibition, that was it. The media was agog and he would come in and Hoover it up. You do want the heavyweight collector to buy your work because that gives it kudos. You don’t want a tacky one who is just buying it to glitz up their hallway.
The next part of this chorus of validation are the dealers. A good dealer brand has a very powerful effect on the reputation of the artist; they form a part of placing the work. This is a slightly mysterious process that many people don’t quite understand but a dealer will choose where your work goes so it gains the brownie points, so the buzz around it goes up.
Then, of course, the next group of people we might think about in deciding what is good art is the public. Since the mid-1990s, art has got a lot more media attention. But popularity has always been a quite dodgy quality [to have]. The highbrow critics will say, “Oh, he’s a bit of a celebrity,” and they turn their noses up about people who are well known to the public. But now, of course, galleries like the Tate Modern want a big name because visitor numbers, in a way, are another empirical measure of quality. So perhaps at the top of the tree of the validation cast are the curators, and in the past century they have probably become the most powerful giver-outers of brownie points in the art world.
I don’t know if I’m right but I like to think that this validation process is self-correcting to a certain extent. If the glitzy collectors are buying [an artist] up and it’s all shiny and lovely and they’re just being parked outside arms dealers’ houses, you know, then, the cool eye of academe will maybe say, “Oh, I don’t know now. This is getting a little bit cheesy.” And then the opposite tack is if an artist is a bit too dry and heavy and kind of like, “Oh, it’s so bloody worthy,” the work will go (a) unsold and (b) unvisited probably – because it’s a bit dull. God help you if you’re popular.
But each of the encounters with these members of the cast of validation bestows upon the work, and on the artist, a patina, and what makes that patina is all these hundreds of little conversations and reviews and the good prices over time. These are the filters that pass a work of art through into the canon.
A Grayson Perry illustration©Grayson Perry
An illustration also used for the talks
So what does this lovely consensus, that all these people are bestowing on this artwork, that anoints it with the quality that we all want, boil down to? I think in many ways what it boils down to is seriousness. That’s the most valued currency in the art world. When I won the Turner Prize, one of the first questions they asked me was, “Grayson, are you a lovable character or are you a serious artist?” I said, “Can’t I be both?”
. . .
With a lot of the art that has been done since the mid-1990s it’s very difficult to judge it in terms of quality because it’s what they call participatory art. It’s art that, to many, wouldn’t even seem like art at all. It might be some blind people in military uniform soliciting the crowd for sex. It might be illegal immigrants selling knock-off handbags in the gallery. These are real artworks.
The whole idea of quality now seems to be contested, as if you’re buying into the language of the elite by saying, “Oh, that’s very good.” How you might judge this work is really problematic because to say it’s not beautiful is to put the wrong kind of criteria on it. You might say, “Oh, it’s dull!” [And people will say] “Oh, you’re just not understanding it with the right terms.” So I think, “Well, how do we judge these things?” Because a lot of them are quite politicised. There’s quite a right-on element to them, so do we judge them on how ethical they are, or how politically right-on they are?
Or then again I might say, “Well, what do I judge them against?” Do I judge them against government policy? Do I judge them against reality TV? Because that does participation very well. So, in the end, what do we do? What happens to this sort of art when it doesn’t have validation? What is it left with? It’s left with popularity. And, of course, we know what popularity leads to because that’s in the title of this lecture: “Democracy Has Bad Taste”.
What I am attempting to explain is how the art we see in museums and in galleries around the world, and in biennales – how it ends up there, how it gets chosen. In the end, if enough of the right people think it’s good, that’s all there is to it. But, as Alan Bennett said when he was a trustee of the National Gallery, they should put a big sign up outside saying: “You don’t have to like it all.”
This is an edited extract of Grayson Perry’s first Reith Lecture, and will be broadcast on Radio 4 on Tuesday October 15 at 9am.
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Milestone moments: a brief history of the Reith Lectures

Grayson Perry is the first visual artist to deliver the Reith Lectures. The BBC created the annual lecture series in 1948, in honour of the corporation’s first director general, Sir (later Lord) John Reith, who believed that broadcasting was a public service that could educate and enlighten the nation.
The first speaker was the philosopher Bertrand Russell, whose six lectures on the subject of Authority and the Individual were broadcast in December 1948 and January 1949. Lord Reith, who had left the BBC a decade before, was not particularly impressed. Russell “went far too quickly and has a bad voice,” Reith lamented in his diary, adding, “however I wrote him a civil note”.
Since 1948, the Reith Lectures have taken place every year, with the exception of 1992, when, oddly enough, “the BBC simply couldn’t find anyone to do them”.
A few Reith Lecture milestones:
1955: Nikolaus Pevsner, the German-born architectural historian, presented seven lectures on the subject of The Englishness of English Art. “I am going to ask here what all works of art (and, of course, architecture) of one people have in common,” he explained in his first lecture. “That means that my subject is really national character as it is expressed in terms of art.” Pevsner’s biographer, Susie Harries, notes that his choice of subject matter caused jingoistic bristling among some critics, but others listeners, such as the historian Anthony Quiney, were more generous: “It was a way of talking about art that was pretty new to me... [it] was a spur to go and look for myself”.
1961: Dame Margery Perham, a writer and lecturer on Africa, was the first woman to deliver the Reith Lectures, speaking on the subject of The Colonial Reckoning. “Am I, you may ask, and certainly the anti-colonialists will ask, going to put up a defence of colonialism? Yes, so far as I believe our record to have been misjudged, and misleading tests applied to it”, she announced. “But I hope we can also ask where we have failed as well as where we have done well.”
1976: Colin Blakemore, a neurobiologist, became the youngest person to give the Reith Lectures when he spoke on the Mechanics of the Mind at the age of 30. He pulled in listeners by recounting fascinating stories of the patients whose damaged brains had given the medical profession great insights into what, for centuries, people had thought of as ‘the soul’. “The brain is the instrument that has shaped our behaviour and our society; and it is now engaged in the final task— understanding itself.”
1994: Marina Warner, the historian and novelist, gave six lectures on the subject of Managing Monsters, exploring the power of myths such as the she-monster (“The idea of a female untamed nature which must be leashed or else will wreak havoc”), diabolical children, wild animals and home as a haven. In her final lecture, she warned against growing nationalism, or what happens when “the hunger for the ascertainable, unamendable homeland turns dangerous.” Warner was only the second woman to give the Reith Lectures - more than three decades after the first, Dame Perham.
2004: Wole Soyinka, the Nigerian Nobel-prize winning playwright, gave five lectures entitled Climate of Fear. Speaking three years after 9/11, Soyinka explored “the new fabric of fear that we all seem to wear at this moment”, its precendents around the world, and its impact on individuals and states. “From Lockerbie through Niger to Manhattan, the trail of fear had stretched and broadened to engulf the globe, warning its inhabitants that there were no longer any categories of the involved or the non-involved.”
2011: Aung San Suu Kyi, the Burmese pro-democracy opposition leader, gave two of the Reith lectures, sharing the series on Securing Freedom with Baroness Manningham-Buller, the former head of MI5. Suu Kyi’s lectures were recorded by a BBC news team which secretly entered Burma, and smuggled the tapes out. “To be speaking to you now, through the BBC, has a very special meaning for me,” Suu Kyi said in her first lecture. “It means that, once again, I am officially a free person. When I was officially un-free - that is to say when I was under house arrest - it was the BBC that spoke to me.”

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ALICE MUNRO - NOBEL 2013 - NEW YORK TIMES




Alice Munro Wins Nobel Prize in Literature



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Alice Munro, the renowned Canadian short-story writer whose visceral work explores the tangled relationships between men and women, small-town existence and the fallibility of memory, won the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature on Thursday. Ms. Munro, 82, is the 13th woman to win the prize.
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Alice Munro at her home in Clinton, Ontario, in June.

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Announcing the award in Stockholm, the Swedish Academy said that Ms. Munro is a “master of the contemporary short story.”
Ms. Munro, who lives in Clinton, a town in Ontario, told a writer from The Toronto Globe and Mail earlier this year that she planned to retireafter “Dear Life,” her 14th story collection.
In a statement from Penguin Random House, her publisher, Ms. Munro said that she was “amazed, and very grateful.”
She added, “I’m particularly glad that winning this award will please so many Canadians,” she said. “I’m happy, too, that this will bring more attention to Canadian writing.”
Ms. Munro revolutionized the architecture of short stories, often beginning a story in an unexpected place and then moving backward or forward in time. She brought a modesty and subtle wit to her work that her admirers often traced to her background growing up in rural Canada. She said she fell into writing short stories, the form that would make her famous, somewhat by accident.
“For years and years I thought that stories were just practice, till I got time to write a novel,” she told The New Yorker in 2012. “Then I found that they were all I could do, and so I faced that. I suppose that my trying to get so much into stories has been a compensation.”
The Nobel, one of the most prestigious and lucrative prizes in the world, is given to a writer for a lifetime’s body of work, rather than a single novel, short story or collection. The winner receives 8 million Swedish kronor, or about $1.2 million.
Previous winners in recent years include Mo Yan, a Chinese writer, in 2012; the Swedish poet Tomas Tranströmer, in 2011; Mario Vargas Llosa, the Peruvian writer, in 2010; and in 2009, Herta Müller, a Romanian-born German novelist and essayist.
The 18 members of the Swedish Academy choose the winner in secrecy and reveal the nominees 50 years after each award is announced.
Each year, a handful of the same names are floated as contenders, including the Americans Joyce Carol Oates and Philip Roth. This year, Ladbrokes, the British bookmaking firm, gave the odds to Haruki Murakami, the Japanese author of “1Q84,” at 5-2, followed by Ms. Munro, at 4-1.
Mr. Roth and Ms. Munro were the subject of even more intense speculation than usual this year because they had made similar recent pronouncements that they were finished with writing. The Nobel Foundation does not allow for the prize to be awarded posthumously, unless the writer dies after the announcement of the prize.
The announcement continues a losing streak for American writers, who have been passed over for 20 years. The last American to win the prize was Toni Morrison, in 1993.
Speaking to a reporter after the announcement of the prize, Peter Englund, the permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy, said that Ms. Munro is capable of a “fantastic portrayal of human beings.” Whether Ms. Munro is really finished writing, he said, is up to her.
“She has done a marvelous job,” Mr. Englund said. “What she has done is quite enough to win the Nobel Prize. If she wants to stop writing, that’s her decision.”
Though winners are traditionally notified by phone in the hour before the announcement, the Swedish Academy was unable to locate Ms. Munro, according to the Twitter accountfor the Nobel Prize. It left a phone message instead.
Ms. Munro knew that she wanted to be a writer from the time that she was a teenager and wrote consistently while she helped her first husband, James Munro, run a bookstore, and raise their three daughters.
Her first collection, “Dance of the Happy Shades,” was published when she was 37.
Ms. Munro found out about the prize while visiting her daughter in Victoria, British Columbia who woke her at 4:00 a.m. with the news. Sounding a bit groggy, and at times emotional, she spoke with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation just a few minutes later by telephone.
“It just seems impossible. It seems just so splendid a thing to happen, I can’t describe it, it’s more than I can say,” she said. She later added, “I would really hope this would make people see the short story as an important art, not just something you played around with until you got a novel.”

Ian Austen contributed reporting from Ottawa.

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Cresce a paranoia. A Al-Qaeda já domina rebeldes sírios. No Quênia, explodiu o shopping. Surgem ataques espontâneos, individuais, no Ocidente. Nigéria, Somália, Sudão, a polícia da Casa Branca mata uma mulher ao volante. O terror cresce sob os olhos impotentes dos "cães infiéis" - nós.
Os atentados, desde o 11 de setembro, foram parte de um processo que começa com o fim da Segunda Guerra. Foram uma novidade imensa na história: os Estados Unidos nunca tinham sido atacados em casa. Em todas as guerras, eles atuaram de fora. O atentado de Oklahoma foi cometido por um americano. O ataque a Pearl Harbour foi no Havaí. Essa vulnerabilidade foi uma perda de virgindade. Mudou o conceito de poder, o conceito de segurança.
Nem em filme do James Bond alguém pensou nisso. Todo mundo viu a população de Nova York correndo pela rua. Aquilo era o "Godzilla". De certo modo, a realização de um secreto desejo deles, porque os americanos têm esse "bode" de fazer filme-catástrofe, numa relação de amor-ódio com o próprio país. Nos atentados de hoje, o cinema perde. A realidade é muito mais ficcional. A guerra de nações está acabando. É a guerra da teocracia contra a tecnologia.
Na religião islâmica, a morte é um prêmio. Quando havia degola na Argélia, eles chegavam ao detalhe de decapitar os inimigos com uma faca rombuda, porque quanto mais o cara gritava, mais se enobrecia o degolador perante Alá. O terrorista também quer ascensão social: um fugaz poder com bombas no corpo, sucesso "post-mortem" e subida aos céus, para comer as mil virgens, as "huris", dançando de odaliscas. É um "hype" no Oriente. A maior ferida americana é que os miseráveis "mendigos", ignorantes, barbados e imundos chegaram a um nível de competência e imaginação "midiática" com que nunca Hollywood sonhou. O grande orgulho americano da eficiência foi perdido para "macacos suicidas".
A partir daí, todo mundo virou cientista político. Surgiram multidões de analistas de bom senso tentando fazer a tragédia absurda caber num discurso coerente, racional (inclusive eu...). Mas o terror não cabe na razão. Os conceitos operacionais para entender o que está havendo são insuficientes. Osama quebrou o discurso racional. Todos os nossos gestos, palavras, bravatas vêm de um arquivo morto, de um repertório que ficou subitamente antigo. Foram atingidos: o ateísmo, o iluminismo, a arquitetura, a paz burguesa, o turismo, a sensação de invulnerabilidade, o consumo. Os comentários buscam uma restauração do senso comum e são a nostalgia pela volta do bem-estar, do sossego. Enquanto estamos nervosos, o que apavora é que todos os terroristas afegãos, talibãs, fanáticos em geral têm um rosto calmo, o olhar iluminado de certezas, a tranquilidade da loucura. Os jihadistas xiitas ou sunitas não têm as angústias da liberdade nem do progresso. Não querem ser modernos; querem ser eternos. Os talibãs vivem na eternidade. Finalmente, a globalização criou uma democratização da desgraça. De uma forma repugnante, a verdade do mundo apareceu. Quem ganha? Ninguém. Esta guerra sem rosto nunca terá derrota ou vitória. Nietzsche escreveu: "Ao combater uma monstruosidade, temos de ter cuidado para não virarmos monstros". Ou já viramos ou vamos virar. A beleza do "homem revoltado" morreu e pode estar pintando um grande tempo de conformismo deprimido. Ficaremos mais minimalistas, afirmando singularidades. Como disse Baudrillard: "O universal acabou; só resta o singular contra o mundial".
Mudou a ideia de "finalidade", de "projeto", o doce aroma do sucesso a qualquer preço, o "happy end", o princípio, o meio e o fim, a vontade de esquecer a morte, que não mais estará num leito burguês com extrema-unção e família chorando, a morte será um cachorro pelas ruas, atacando de repente. Mudou a busca de plenitude, a realização de todos os desejos, sobe a fé, caem a esperança e a caridade, muda o sonho de "solução". Mudou a ideia de "futuro redentor" - será o fim do "Fim da História". Mudou o ideal detergente de um mundo branco, asséptico, sem fraturas, higiênico, a harmonia doce do lar, a decoração de interiores, a alvura dos lençóis, os pecados veniais, as deliciosas perversões irresponsáveis e indolores, pois as coisas vão doer mais. As coisas estão mais graves, as crises mais profundas, mas a superficialidade vai aumentar. Acabou a oportunista e enobrecedora contemplação caridosa da miséria, que chegou violenta, nas asas da estupidez religiosa. Cada vez mais, aumentam o charme arrogante dos ricos e famosos, a tecnologia sem Deus, as lágrimas mentirosas, a busca da perfeição física, do corpo sem órgãos, do orgasmo total. Acabou o mito de James Bond, que criou o ideal de eu dos "baby boomers", seus ternos impecáveis, o sexo sem envolvimento, as mil mulheres comidas, a licença para matar, o amor sem risco. Ninguém sabe o que fazer da arte, da beleza, até mesmo da elegantíssima vivência do desespero crítico, acabam o mal-estar abstrato, a náusea romântica, a infelicidade vaga, a delícia das grandes dores de amor, o difuso sentimento ocidental de superioridade, a aparente tolerância e a falsa generosidade, acaba a fleuma, a displicência chique ou mesmo a deliciosa sensação da canalhice.
Acaba o drama e volta a tragédia; perdeu sentido até o "absurdo" como literatura, o surrealismo virou piada naturalista e apareceu o novo indivíduo esfacelado por bombas, coberto de pizzas sangrentas. Acaba o "outro" como figura existencial-virtual, pois surgiu o horrendo "outro", sujo e mortífero, suicidando-se às gargalhadas; volta a marcha a ré para o ano 1000, acaba a esperança de achar Deus entre as galáxias, pois Deus já está entre nós armado até os dentes. O Islã está nos expondo ao ridículo. A maior potência do mundo lutando contra os Flintstones.

quarta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2013

Goethe (1749-1832)


" O que domina na poesia antiga é 
a desproporção entre dever e realizar; 
na moderna, entre querer e realizar. "

Trecho da pág 42, extraído do Livro :
Escritos sobre Literatura de Goethe.
tradução de Pedro Süssekind

terça-feira, 8 de outubro de 2013

Goethe (1749-1832)




" Os maiores tormentos, 
assim como a maioria das coisas 
a que o homem pode estar exposto, 
surgem de um daqueles mal entendidos 
entre dever e querer, 
mas tambem entre dever e realizar, 
entre querer e realizar ... "

Trecho da pág 42, extraído do Livro :
Escritos sobre Literatura de Goethe.
tradução de Pedro Süssekind

segunda-feira, 7 de outubro de 2013

LAURA TEDESCHI !!!


THURSDAY, 14 APRIL 2011


Escape from the ordinary prison



Dream, dream, dream
and dream of the mice that eat cats
or robins eating hawks and then ...

steal the wind in a kite
crying for no reason
strong run like mad
barefoot on the rocks

live now and not tomorrow
such as gypsies on the lawn
Drinking the rain from the hands ...
timeless ... 


Work by Gianni Tedeschi - 1967







Shots by Laura Tedeschi - 2010-2011



domingo, 6 de outubro de 2013

HAS BRAZIL BLOWN IT ? - THE ECONOMIST






Brazil’s future

Has Brazil blown it?

A stagnant economy, a bloated state and mass protests mean Dilma Rousseff must change course

FOUR years ago this newspaper put on its cover a picture of the statue of Christ the Redeemer ascending like a rocket from Rio de Janeiro’s Corcovado mountain, under the rubric “Brazil takes off”. The economy, having stabilised under Fernando Henrique Cardoso in the mid-1990s, accelerated under Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva in the early 2000s. It barely stumbled after the Lehman collapse in 2008 and in 2010 grew by 7.5%, its strongest performance in a quarter-century. To add to the magic, Brazil was awarded both next year’s football World Cup and the summer 2016 Olympics. On the strength of all that, Lula persuaded voters in the same year to choose as president his technocratic protégée, Dilma Rousseff.
Since then the country has come back down to earth with a bump. In 2012 the economy grew by 0.9%. Hundreds of thousands took to the streets in June in the biggest protests for a generation, complaining of high living costs, poor public services and the greed and corruption of politicians. Many have now lost faith in the idea that their country was headed for orbit and diagnosed just another voo de galinha (chicken flight), as they dubbed previous short-lived economic spurts.
There are excuses for the deceleration. All emerging economies have slowed. Some of the impulses behind Brazil’s previous boom—the pay-off from ending runaway inflation and opening up to trade, commodity price rises, big increases in credit and consumption—have played themselves out. And many of Lula’s policies, notably the Bolsa Família that helped lift 25m people out of poverty, were admirable.
The world’s most burdensome tax code
But Brazil has done far too little to reform its government in the boom years. It is not alone in this: India had a similar chance, and missed it. But Brazil’s public sector imposes a particularly heavy burden on its private sector, as our special reportexplains. Companies face the world’s most burdensome tax code, payroll taxes add 58% to salaries and the government has got its spending priorities upside down.
Compare pensions and infrastructure. The former are absurdly generous. The average Brazilian can look forward to a pension of 70% of final pay at 54. Despite being a young country, Brazil spends as big a share of national income on pensions as southern Europe, where the proportion of old people is three times as big. By contrast, despite the country’s continental dimensions and lousy transport links, its spending on infrastructure is as skimpy as a string bikini. It spends just 1.5% of GDP on infrastructure, compared with a global average of 3.8%, even though its stock of infrastructure is valued at just 16% of GDP, compared with 71% in other big economies. Rotten infrastructure loads unnecessary costs on businesses. In Mato Grosso a soyabean farmer spends 25% of the value of his product getting it to a port; the proportion in Iowa is 9%.
These problems have accumulated over generations. But Ms Rousseff has been unwilling or unable to tackle them, and has created new problems by interfering far more than the pragmatic Lula. She has scared investors away from infrastructure projects and undermined Brazil’s hard-won reputation for macroeconomic rectitude by publicly chivvying the Central Bank chief into slashing interest rates. As a result, rates are now having to rise more than they otherwise might to curb persistent inflation. Rather than admit to missing its fiscal targets, the government has resorted to creative accounting. Gross public debt has climbed to 60-70% of GDP, depending on the definition—and the markets do not trust Ms Rousseff.
Fortunately, Brazil has great strengths. Thanks to its efficient and entrepreneurial farmers, it is the world’s third-biggest food exporter. Even if the government has made the process slower and costlier than it needed to be, Brazil will be a big oil exporter by 2020. It has several manufacturing jewels, and is developing a world-class research base in biotechnology, genetic sciences and deep-sea oil and gas technology. The consumer brands that have grown along with the country’s expanding middle class are ready to go abroad. Despite the recent protests, it does not have the social or ethnic divisions that blight other emerging economies, such as India or Turkey.
An own goal for Dilma Fernández?
But if Brazil is to recover its vim, it needs to rediscover an appetite for reform. With taxes already taking 36% of GDP—the biggest proportion in the emerging world alongside Cristina Fernández’s chaotic Argentina—the government cannot look to taxpayers for the extra money it must spend on health care, schools and transport to satisfy the protesters. Instead, it needs to reshape public spending, especially pensions.
Second, it must make Brazilian business more competitive and encourage it to invest. The way to do that is not, as the government believes, to protect firms, but to expose them to more foreign competition while moving far more swiftly to eliminate the self-inflicted obstacles they face at home. Brazil’s import tariffs remain high and its customs procedures are a catalogue of bloody-minded obstructionism. More dynamic Latin American economies have forged networks of bilateral trade deals. Brazil has hidden behind Mercosur, a regional block that has dwindled into a leftist talking-shop, and the moribund Doha round of world-trade talks. It needs to open up.
Third, Brazil urgently needs political reform. The proliferation of parties, whose only interest is pork and patronage, builds in huge waste at every level of government. One result is a cabinet with 39 ministries. On paper, the solution is easy: a threshold for seats in Congress and other changes to make legislators more accountable to voters. But getting those who benefit from the current system to agree to change it requires more political skill than Ms Rousseff has shown.
In a year’s time Ms Rousseff faces an election in which she will seek a second four-year term. On her record so far, Brazil’s voters have little reason to give her one. But she has time to make a start on the reforms needed, by trimming red tape, merging ministries and curbing public spending. Brazil is not doomed to flop: if Ms Rousseff puts her hand on the throttle there is still a chance that it could take off again.

sábado, 5 de outubro de 2013

A Olivetti do Jorge Amado

Imaginar que por aqui passaram ...
Dona Flor ...
Pedro Bala & Dora ...
Capitão Vasco Moscoso de Aragão ...

E outros personagens inesquecíveis ...


terça-feira, 1 de outubro de 2013

Nauro Machado - Dança Quevediana

Faz-se o homem da mulher,
Faz-se a mulher para o homem.

Faz-se o início para um fim,
Faz-se o fim para um começo.

Mulher e homem são feitos
De uma dança de esqueletos.