tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61991714346232417152011-07-08T03:59:03.170-07:00GRThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15660725551569954412noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199171434623241715.post-52719131815434851252009-12-30T08:02:00.000-08:002009-12-30T08:03:03.278-08:00<object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpGDv6YZOec&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpGDv6YZOec&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199171434623241715-5271913181543485125?l=grt21421.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GRThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15660725551569954412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199171434623241715.post-58066489179243193932009-10-21T07:24:00.000-07:002009-10-22T06:51:23.049-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIQ1TEHFGTo/St8Z256G6NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zRj7uo6eohI/s1600-h/IMG_7002+aa+%281024%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIQ1TEHFGTo/St8Z256G6NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zRj7uo6eohI/s320/IMG_7002+aa+%281024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395059309661317330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">© Pedro Rio</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">We were outside, always outside, like heretics or lepers forbidden to pass the city gates.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then one night, by agreement, we lit fires at the same hour, and the extent of the light showed us were not alone, as we had thought, but we were numerous, and not only numerous, but inspired, and could both move and speak in the light, and be beautiful...</span><br /><br /><br />H.B. 21 – X - 09<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199171434623241715-5806648917924319393?l=grt21421.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GRThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15660725551569954412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199171434623241715.post-57149136009501539512009-10-20T07:28:00.000-07:002009-10-21T07:29:03.091-07:00Howard Barker<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Dramaturgo e encenador britânico profundamente assistemático, a sua maturação afastou-o da sátira política que cultivou no início da década de 70 e cristalizou-se num esforço de reinvenção da tragédia. A sua obra ensaística e dramática aponta os fundamentos da prática artística que foi consolidando, o Teatro da Catástrofe. Numa postura de clara oposição e desafio em relação à estética dominante, que lhe custou o favor da imprensa, o interesse do público e, consequentemente, a disponibilidade de programadores e directores artísticos, Barker propõe um teatro que rejeita servir predicados políticos e morais, que recusa ser didáctico ou socialmente relevante e que dificilmente se presta a uma leitura colectiva unívoca. Defensores e detractores, ambos sabem reconhecer as estratégias formais que subjazem a este teatro da experiência individual: narrativa não-linear, discurso e sintaxe não-naturalistas, concatenação de personagens e períodos inconciliáveis, entre outras. Assumidamente elitista e assumidamente árduo, o teatro de Howard Barker é um teatro da primazia do actor e da linguagem.<br />Obras seleccionadas:<br /><br />The Castle (1985)<br />The Possibilities (1986)<br />The Bite of the Night (1986)<br />The Europeans (1987)<br />Judith (1992)<br />Ursula (1998)<br />Und (1999)<br />Gertrude - The Cry (2002)<br />13 Objects and Summer School (2003)<br />Dead Hands (2004)<br />The Dying of Today (2008)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199171434623241715-5714913600950153951?l=grt21421.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GRThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15660725551569954412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199171434623241715.post-84224398852946628972009-10-16T06:57:00.000-07:002009-10-22T06:51:53.328-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIQ1TEHFGTo/StiUgi1_5LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JPnw65U46z8/s1600-h/IMG_6733.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIQ1TEHFGTo/StiUgi1_5LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JPnw65U46z8/s320/IMG_6733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393223840606184626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">© Pedro Rio</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199171434623241715-8422439885294662897?l=grt21421.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GRThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15660725551569954412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199171434623241715.post-61121119298474159492009-10-13T17:02:00.000-07:002009-10-22T06:54:29.229-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIQ1TEHFGTo/StUVZHsYRpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qAHFiXQaUp8/s1600-h/proof02.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zIQ1TEHFGTo/StUVZHsYRpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qAHFiXQaUp8/s320/proof02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392239650152138386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIQ1TEHFGTo/StUVZQA60KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rXFUJnfr95w/s1600-h/proof02back.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zIQ1TEHFGTo/StUVZQA60KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rXFUJnfr95w/s320/proof02back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392239652385771682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">© Daniel Pinheiro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199171434623241715-6112111929847415949?l=grt21421.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GRThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15660725551569954412noreply@blogger.com0