Hoje e amanhã na Plataforma PT 2011

Oil Ain't All JR

Teatro Praga

Teatro Curvo Semedo

1 e 2 de Junho / 21:30 

"Father, we want to thank you for this project. We want to thank you for this western. Everything went so well. We want to thank you for all the happiness involved... we all made this project in honor of you. Let us pray for every single person who watches this project. May they be willing to encounter you in a new way, may they gain a new vision of you."

 

Um espectáculo Teatro Praga (André e. Teodósio, Cláudia Jardim, José Maria Vieira Mendes, Patrícia da Silva e Pedro Penim) com a colaboração de Gabriel Abrantes

Intérpretes André e. Teodósio, Cláudia Jardim, Diogo Bento, Pedro Penim, Rodolfo Teixeira entre outros | Assistência Bárbara Falcão Fernandes | Luz Daniel Worm d'Assumpção | Produção Cristina Correia | Co-produção Teatro Praga e Centro Cultural de Belém

O Teatro Praga é uma estrutura financiada pela Direcção Geral das Artes | O Teatro Praga é uma estrutura associada ao Espaço do Tempo

ESTREIA HOJE - OIL AIN'T ALL JR

Black Box, CCB23, 25, 26, 29 e 30 Mar 2010 - 21:00
27 Mar 2010 - 18:00
28 Mar 2010 - 17:00 

"Julgo que não devíamos de modo algum tratar o Western como uma espécie de fundamentalismo ideológico americano. Pelo contrário, parece-me que precisamos hoje em dia cada vez mais de uma atitude heróica. Neste contexto, aquilo que deverá seguir-se à desconstrução e à aceitação da contingência radical não deve ser um cepticismo irónico universal, em que quando te empenhas em alguma coisa deves ter consciência de que nunca te estás a empenhar totalmente – não. Devemos sim reabilitar o sentido do empenho absoluto e da coragem de arriscar.” Slavoj Žižek

Oil Ain't All JR
um espectáculo do TEATRO PRAGA
em colaboração com GABRIEL ABRANTES
Com CLÁUDIA JARDIM | JOSÉ MARIA VIEIRA MENDES | PATRÍCIA DA SILVA | PEDRO PENIM | RODOLFO TEIXEIRA entre outros.
Assistência BÁRBARA FALCÃO FERNANDES | JOANA BARRIOS.
Luz DANIEL WORM D’ASSUMPÇÃO.
Produção CRISTINA CORREIA | PEDRO PIRES.

Reservas através do telefone (+351) 707 303 000 e fax (+351) 21 361 25 60,
ou email: bilheteiraccb@ccb.pt

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fotos: Susana Pomba aka Miss Dove

OUT

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.
Sample looping in background:
[This is the Panic Office, section nine-seventeen may have been hit. Activate the following procedure.]

love the dove

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZAKjKC7Gho

não consigo postar de outra maneira.

AAAAAAAAAAAA ca nerves!

This is it!

That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

How To Disappear Completely, Radiohead

The Teaches of Marcus Junius Brutus, John Wilkes Booth and Timothy McVeigh

The Teaches of Timothy McVeigh

"His only sustaining relief from his unsatisfied sex drive was his even stronger desire to die"

According to his authorized biography

The Teaches of Pekka-Eric Auvinen

Hate, Im so full of it and I love it. That is one thing I really love. 

And remember that this is my war, my ideas and my plans. Don’t blame anyone else for my actions than myself. Don’t blame my parents or my friends. I told nobody about my plans and I always kept them inside my mind only. Don’t blame the movies I see, the music I hear, the games I play or the books I read. No, they had nothing to do with this.

The Teaches of Chesterton

The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of the Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected.

As long as I'm breathing

Physical trauma, especially to the head, can radically alter a person's beliefs.

The Bubble

Fundamentalism refers to a belief in a strict adherence to a set of basic principles (often religious in nature), sometimes as a reaction to perceived doctrinal compromises with modern social and political life.

Fundamentalism is a movement through which the adherents attempt to rescue religious identity from absorption into modern, Western culture, where this absorption appears to the enclave to have made irreversible progress in the wider religious community, necessitating the assertion of a separate identity based upon the fundamental or founding principles of the religion.

This formation of a separate identity is deemed necessary due to a perception that the religious community has surrendered its ability to define itself in religious terms. The "fundamentals" of the religion have been jettisoned by neglect, lost through compromise and inattention, so that the general religious community's explanation of itself appears to the separatist to be in terms that are completely alien and fundamentally hostile to the religion itself.

I can't live without Gonzo

Gonzo journalism is a style of journalism which is written subjectively, often including the reporter as part of the story via a first person narrative. The style tends to blend factual and fictional elements to emphasize an underlying message and engage the reader. The word Gonzo was first used in 1970 to describe an article by Hunter S. Thompson, who later popularized the style. The term has since been applied to other subjective artistic endeavors.

Gonzo journalism tends to favor style over accuracy and often uses personal experiences and emotions to provide context for the topic or event being covered. It disregards the 'polished' edited product favored by newspaper media and strives for the gritty factor. Use of quotations, sarcasm, humor, exaggeration, and even profanity is common. The use of Gonzo journalism suggests that journalism can be truthful without striving for objectivity.

oil is shit Jamar

but it makes nice things .
this should be shown on a tv when i die
The Residents - Die in Terror

oil ain't fuckin all, JR

The Residents - Act Of Being Polite
and off we go into the wilderness. saving the forests,
one checkpoint at a time.

Tryouts

LIÇÃO DE ANDAR A CAVALO SEM CAVALO
FATHER Do you know what a saddle is?
DAUGHTER Are you serious?
FATHER Do you know what a horse is?
DAUGHTER You are serious.
FATHER A horse is an animal. You’re an animal, too. The horse is your horse. And you’re his animal.
DAUGHTER Are you talking about sex?
FATHER What did you say?
DAUGHTER Are you talking about sex?
FATHER Jesus! What’s wrong with you, kiddo? Ever since we got away you’ve been acting strange.
DAUGHTER It’s this silence.
FATHER What’s wrong with it?
DAUGHTER Don’t know. Gives me the creeps.
FATHER Haven’t I taught you not to fear?
DAUGHTER You did, dad.
FATHER I’m going to teach how to shoot then. That’ll make you braver.

oil ain't all JR

SE EU FOSSE UM RAPAZ QUERIA CHAMAR-ME JOÃO DIOGO

joão diogo atrofia na golegã

Tryouts

Na madrugada do dia seguinte já tinham percorrido umas dez milhas. Caminharam com o sol a subir e comeram as sanduíches que o Father tinha trazido de casa e ao meio-dia pararam para beber água de um riacho que atravessaram. Desceram então um desfiladeiro seco seguindo o trilho do gado até chegarem a um campo de algodão. Havia gado abrigado por baixo das árvores que se levantou quando eles se aproximaram e ficou a olhar para eles afastando-se em seguida.
Deitaram-se na erva seca por baixo das árvores e taparam o peito com o casaco e os olhos com o chapéu.

FATHER What did you bring to shoot?
disse o Father.
DAUGHTER Just Grandad’s old thumb-buster.
FATHER Can you hit anything with it?
DAUGHTER No.
O pai franziu o sobrolho.
DAUGHTER We done it, didnt we?
FATHER Yeah.
DAUGHTER You think they’ll be hunting us?
FATHER What for?
DAUGHTER I don’t know. Just seems too damn easy in a way.
FATHER I’ll tell you what..
DAUGHTER Tell me.
FATHER I dont give a damn.
A filha sentou-se e retirou o tabaco do bolso da camisa e pôs-se a fazer um cigarro.
DAUGHTER About what?.
Ela molhou o cigarro e colocou-o na boca e agarrou na sua caixa de fósforos e acendeu o cigarro e apagou o fósforo com o fumo. Voltou-se e olhou para o pai mas o pai adormecera.

Teach Me Tiger

"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man."

Dr. Johnson

All the pretty horses

By noon the day following they’d made some forty miles. Still in country they knew. Crossing the old Mark Fury ranch in the night where they’d dismounted at the crossfences for John Grady to pull the staples with a catspaw and stand on the wires while Rawlins led the horses through and then raise the wires back and beat the staples into the posts and put the catspaw back in his saddlebag and mount up to ride on.
How the hell do they expect a man to ride a horse in this country? said Rawlins.
They don’t, said John Grady.
They rode the sun up and ate the sandwiches John Grady had brought from the house and at noon they watered the horses at an old stone stocktank and walked them down a dry creekbed among the tracks of cattle and javelina to a stand of cottonwoods. There were cattle bedded under the trees that rose at their approach and stood looking at them and then moved off.
They lay in the dry chaff under the trees with their coats rolled up under their heads and their hats over their eyes while the horses gazed in the grass along the creekbed.
What did you bring to shoot? said Rawlins.
Just Grandad’s old thumb-buster.
Can you hit anything with it?
No.
Rawlins grinned. We done it, didnt we?
Yeah.
You think they’ll be hunting us?
What for?
I don’t know. Just seems too damn easy in a way.
They could hear the wind and they could hear the sound of the horses cropping.
I’ll tell you what, said Rawlins.
Tell me.
I dont give a damn.
John Grady sat up and took his tobacco from his shirtpocket and began making a cigarette. About what? he said.
He wet the cigarette and put it in his mouth and took out his matches and lit the cigarette and blew the match out with the smoke. He turned and looked at Rawlins but Rawlins was asleep.

Cormac McCarthy, All the pretty horses

Oil Ain't All Bush JR

This is going to be a very expensive war, and Victory is not guaranteed - for anyone, and certainly not for anyone as baffled as George W. Bush. All he knows is that his father started the war a long time ago, anf that he, the goofy child-president, has been chosen by Fate and the global Oil industry to finish it Now."

Hunter S. Thompson, from "Kingdom of Fear", written September 12, 2001