<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:58:32.487+01:00</updated><category term='dance performance analysis'/><category term='conjugality contexts'/><category term='corpo vibrátil'/><category term='Improvisation'/><category term='read and write'/><category term='POLÍTICAS CULTURAIS'/><category term='&quot;Süss&quot; 2008. Fotos de Laura Braun'/><category term='daily gestures'/><category term='bodies'/><title type='text'>Sopro</title><subtitle type='html'>Unorganized material to be recycled. Projects I have, thoughts about and around dance, ideas taken from others. Randomly accumulated objects.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-5537198667341072784</id><published>2009-11-30T22:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:21:23.740Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlQHTWAO1GI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlQHTWAO1GI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-5537198667341072784?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/5537198667341072784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/5537198667341072784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2009/11/beauty-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-8880208867098205619</id><published>2009-04-21T17:18:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:53:47.078+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Puppet Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:courier new;"&gt;“After a third and fourth attempt he became quite embarrassed; ten times he tried, but it was no use. He was incapable of reproducing the original movement.”&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;“We see that in the organic world, as thought grows dimmer and weaker, grace emerges more brilliantly and decisively. But just as a section drawn through two lines suddenly reappears on the other side after passing through infinity, or as the image in a concave mirror turns up again right in front of us after dwindling into the distance, so grace itself returns when knowledge has as it were gone through an infinity. Grace appears most purely in that human form which either has no consciousness or an infinite consciousness. That is, in the puppet or in the god."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does that mean", I said in some bewilderment, "that we must eat again of the tree of knowledge in order to return to the state of innocence?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course", he said, "but that's the final chapter in the history of the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kleist (1810) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puppet Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-8880208867098205619?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/8880208867098205619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/8880208867098205619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2009/04/puppet-theatre-after-third-and-fourth.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-7341975557913943453</id><published>2009-04-21T15:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:24:01.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Improvisation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHP7gIpTSOs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-2252520582639441218?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/2252520582639441218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/2252520582639441218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-3303966978899444004</id><published>2009-04-07T23:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:11:01.499Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Priveligiar a sensualidade heteroerótica&lt;br /&gt;Priveligiar a sensualidade homoerótica&lt;br /&gt;Priveligiar a sensualidade geométrica&lt;br /&gt;Priveligiar a sensualidade abstracta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao nomear todas as nuances&lt;br /&gt;perdeu-se a sensualidade&lt;br /&gt;há que dormir como quem faz reset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naming the already too obvious&lt;br /&gt;brings new possibilities of meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-3303966978899444004?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/3303966978899444004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/3303966978899444004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2009/04/priveligiar-sensualidade-homoerotica.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-1540082248925869692</id><published>2009-03-26T21:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:15:02.943+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read and write'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ler e escrever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read and write bodies&lt;br /&gt;Read and write space and time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-1540082248925869692?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/1540082248925869692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/1540082248925869692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2009/03/ler-e-escrever-corpos-read-and-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-8839476091501654143</id><published>2008-11-29T19:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:31:48.722Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Improvisation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance, Movement, and Bodies: Forays into the Nonlinguistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-pTxptDPQzI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-pTxptDPQzI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-8839476091501654143?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/8839476091501654143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/8839476091501654143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/11/dance-movement-and-bodies-forays-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-973887290643970195</id><published>2008-11-25T10:35:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:30:07.180Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance performance analysis'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extract from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a discussion of Vera Mantero’s a mysterious Thing, said e.e. cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Author(s):Isabelle Ginot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First published on Sarma, written  2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those various ’solutions’ to the solo would all reframe it within a narrative (political or identity narrative; autobiographical narrative or biographical – from Baker’s point of view etc.). By occulting the performance of non-signification, analysis would reify the solo to install it in the market of signification, and sustain the critic’s status and production. Signification becomes the circulating goods of an actual market (we write papers, get recognition, possibly fees, and finally positions…).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As rewards for such intellectual production that is actually based on the labor, experiences and expertise of others (often free), academics get tenure, promotions and royalties from books, article reprints, access to special grant monies for scholars… Seldom is such work transformed into active political or cultural strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow, and particularly free flow, might have turned into ideology (free trade of capitals, goods, meaning…). From a movement point of view, I see the development of ‘dance literacy’ and ’dance fluency’ as founded on a construction of non-conflict relationship between dances and discourses on dances. That construction relies on belief in the homogeneity of both; but if this strategy has allowed dance into the market of knowledge (scholarship, universities, ‘high criticism’), it might be time to look at its political counter-effects. The remarkable absence of dance performances analysis in dance studies, might be related to this constructed homogeneity. It might be that an actual focus on the dances themselves, their specific operations and functionality, would threaten the power of discourse and language by introducing otherness and heterogeneity in the flow of signification. My point here is not to suggest that dance is beyond language, in a return-of-the-repressed movement of criticism, neither to plead an ‘Against interpretation’ of the 2000s, but rather to consider it from the point of view of ‘forces’ and of its impact in terms of circulation in this market of signification. In other words, my argument is not so much about excluding signification from dance, but rather, about criticising the hegemony of language and signification – in the field of dance as in other fields. If the concept of ‘dance as beyond language’ has had as a political consequence to deny dance and dancer any access to (discursive) power, then the reduction of dance to language, as a consequence, denies dance and dancers as power. And it may also maintain the same dualities - language/movement, theory/practice, thinking/experiencing - that dance studies have been trying to fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-973887290643970195?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/973887290643970195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/973887290643970195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/11/discussion-of-vera-manteros-mysterious.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-6820389524430040669</id><published>2008-11-04T00:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:15:47.438Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pintar/Dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ele pinta assim: recusa marcar diferenças de "nível" - ou de plano - entre as várias partes do rosto. A mesma linha, ou conjunto de linhas, pode abranger o olho, a face e a sobrancelha. Nunca os olhos são azuis, nem as faces rosadas, nem a sobrancelha negra e curva: uma linha contínua forma o olho, a face e a sobrancelha. Não há sombra do nariz sobre o rosto, ou antes, a existir, essa sombra deve ser entendida como parte integrante do mesmo, com idênticos traços, curvas, todos igualmente válidos.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Essa capacidade de isolar objectos e aí fazer confluir as suas específicas e únicas significações, só é possível com a abolição histórica do observador. Requer excepcional esforço esquecer a história, sem nos tornarmos numa espécie de eterno presente, mas antes vertiginosa e ininterrupta corrida do passado para o futuro, oscilação de extremo a extremo, sem repouso.&lt;br /&gt;Se olho o roupeiro no intuito de saber &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finalmente&lt;/span&gt; o que ele é, elimino tudo o que ele não é. E o esforço despendido faz de mim um ser curioso: tal ser, tal observador, deixa de estar presente, e deixa até de ser observador presente: não cessando de voltar ao passado e a um futuro indefinido. Ausenta-se para que permaneça o roupeiro, e para que entre si e o roupeiro desapareçam todos os laços afectivos ou utilitários." Jean Genet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O estúdio de Alberto Giacometti &lt;/span&gt;, Assírio e Alvim, 1999&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-6820389524430040669?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/6820389524430040669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/6820389524430040669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/11/pintardanar-ele-pinta-assim-recusa.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-6547299705893598616</id><published>2008-10-12T17:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:16:11.132Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POLÍTICAS CULTURAIS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ainda actual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Numa conferência de imprensa, dada a 13 de Maio de 1984, Maria Madalena de Azeredo Perdigão anuncia os princípios e propósitos que presidem à criação do Acarte, sublinhando a sua dimensão experimental, inovadora e plural: "(...) Vamos correr riscos, vamos cometer erros. Vamos permitir que outros corram riscos e cometam erros. (...) Vamos estar abertos à inovação e à experimentação. (...) Vamos procurar estabelecer um contacto estreito com o público, que apetecemos crítico e não apenas consumidor. (...) Não vamos dar preferência a escolas ou correntes estéticas. Não vamos adoptar conceitos estreitos de nacionalismo estéril. Não vamos ter preconceitos quanto a géneros artísticos nem quanto a formas de expressão consideradas mais ou menos nobres. (...)" M. José Fazenda citando Madalena Perdigão, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dança Teatral, Ideias, Experiências, Acções&lt;/span&gt;, Celta, Lisboa, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-6547299705893598616?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/6547299705893598616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/6547299705893598616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/ainda-actual-numa-conferncia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-4919318479509613828</id><published>2008-10-02T00:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:46:48.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iG9CE55wbtY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iG9CE55wbtY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-4919318479509613828?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4919318479509613828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4919318479509613828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-8131283086220961477</id><published>2008-09-25T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:15:58.906+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily gestures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIPiRPk0VzI&amp;amp;hl=fr&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIPiRPk0VzI&amp;amp;hl=fr&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pickpocket" (Robert Bresson, 1959)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-8131283086220961477?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/8131283086220961477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/8131283086220961477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/pickpocket-robert-bresson-1959.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-7576608330240785786</id><published>2008-09-21T20:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:16:49.769Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From Deborah Hay's workshop today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice of attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if where I am is what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up. Juggling.&lt;br /&gt;Doing many things at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Every cell in my body inviting being seen.&lt;br /&gt;In the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if now is here?" D. H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-7576608330240785786?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/7576608330240785786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/7576608330240785786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-deborah-hays-workshop-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-1991752825706234536</id><published>2008-09-20T17:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:26:57.717+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marcel Duchamp and Maya Deren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXqQoHr7gH0&amp;hl=fr&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXqQoHr7gH0&amp;hl=fr&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-1991752825706234536?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/1991752825706234536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/1991752825706234536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-1106759895273053140</id><published>2008-09-20T17:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:22:10.360+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Deborah Hay's workshop today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if every cell in my body at once has the potencial to invite being seen, perceiving the uniqueness and originality of all there is in the laboratory, with time passing?" D. H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-1106759895273053140?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/1106759895273053140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/1106759895273053140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-deborah-hays-workshop-today-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-3195307802680646508</id><published>2008-09-17T17:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:06:35.279+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conjugality contexts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the right of the front row of the seminarians is Sylvia's husband, erotic avant garde novelist Georges Bataille; next to him (centre) is an international master of the photographic gaze, Henri Cartier-Bresson, who has commented thus on the sequence: "Jean always wanted his assistants to feel what it was like on the other side of the camera, and I was given the role of a seminarist... I walked along with Georges Bataille, the husband... of Sylvia..., and as she was on the swing I had to look with amazement at her petticoats!" (31) The Batailles were already partially estranged; when the marriage finally broke down, Sylvia Bataille married psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James Leahy about a Jean Renoir's scene of "Une Partie de campagne"in http://www.sensesofcinema.com/contents/directors/03/renoir.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4OGgSa50bU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4OGgSa50bU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-3195307802680646508?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUoidjqokPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUoidjqokPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-4397256223767676971?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4397256223767676971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4397256223767676971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-2898809703642748507</id><published>2008-08-24T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:34:28.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily gestures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hex6IErt9do&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hex6IErt9do&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-2898809703642748507?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/2898809703642748507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/2898809703642748507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-7048619782890899074</id><published>2008-08-23T15:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:04:32.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conjugality contexts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBe85UKa1GQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBe85UKa1GQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-7048619782890899074?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/7048619782890899074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/7048619782890899074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-3543721394502422343</id><published>2008-08-20T23:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:38:25.865+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Je nageais littéralment dans les signaux. En prenant le regard comme point de départ, j’avais tenu mon environnement à distance. Pour rapprocher l’espace, il me suffisait de fermer les yeux. Le toucher et l’ouie m’apportaient de nouvelles instructions pour naviguer à travers l’espace et des informations supplémentaires utiles pour danser les yeux ouverts. Une telle lecture de l’espace la gravait dans mon corps, me transformait en impressionniste. Et le contraire était également vrai – mes mouvements tendaient un miroir à l’espace, révélant sa  vie cachée.” &lt;br /&gt;Lisa Nelson, "À travers vos yeux", in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vu Du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Corps &lt;/span&gt;48, 49, 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-3543721394502422343?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/3543721394502422343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/3543721394502422343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/je-nageais-littralment-dans-les-signaux.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-7794766925075402008</id><published>2008-08-18T16:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:05:10.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily gestures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Abolir o espelho passa por lhe retirar o nitrato de prata, ou no caso dos espelhos antigos, por embaciar a sua superfície polida, por uma máteria como o sopro. Se chegarmos demasiado perto de uma janela ou de um espelho a nossa respiração cria obstáculo ao ver. A vida como uma espécie de nitrato de prata…" &lt;br /&gt;J. Bragança de Miranda, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Breve reflexão acerca do especular&lt;/span&gt;, http://pwp.netcabo.pt/jbmiranda/jbm_espelhos.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-7794766925075402008?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/7794766925075402008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/7794766925075402008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/abolir-o-espelho-passa-por-lhe-retirar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-4410237967928276485</id><published>2008-08-14T15:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:46:40.646+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Forêt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Video dance exercise made during the workshop with Mark Tompkins and Gilles Toutevoix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sílvia Pinto Coelho with Anne Fontanille, Denis Sanglard and Mélanie Perrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/730herAqYMM"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/730herAqYMM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-4410237967928276485?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4410237967928276485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4410237967928276485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-285072845677078188</id><published>2008-08-13T19:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:00:25.392+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily gestures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Exercícios"&lt;br /&gt;excerto de vídeo dança de Sílvia Pinto Coelho e Ana Leonor Barata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BE4j4amKfrg"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BE4j4amKfrg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-285072845677078188?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/285072845677078188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/285072845677078188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/exerccios-excerto-de-vdeo-dana-de-slvia.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-1367406374665630865</id><published>2008-08-04T19:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:02:16.202+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily gestures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O som dos cereais a estalarem dentro do leite causa-me ansiedade e vontade de os comer rapidamente, não vão eles amolecer e morrer afogados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear de sound of the cereals in the milk bowl. I'm compelled to eat them fast to avoid drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sciencedaily.com/videos/2006/1204-what_makes_your_cereal_go_snap_crackle_and_pop.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-1367406374665630865?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/1367406374665630865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/1367406374665630865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-som-dos-cereais-estalarem-dentro-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-3641383965800521820</id><published>2008-08-04T19:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:41:57.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentir as tensões da borracha.&lt;br /&gt;Corpos foca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging rubber tensions.&lt;br /&gt;Seal bodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-3641383965800521820?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/3641383965800521820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/3641383965800521820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/sentir-as-tenses-da-borracha.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-4665128291032316067</id><published>2008-08-04T19:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:04:05.675+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No metro de Paris, um careca pensativo ao chegar à estação onde tem de sair mexe todos os músculos da cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Impossível imitá-lo, sou constragida pelo cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bald man in the Paris metro moves every muscle on is head. I'm unable to do the same, I'm hair constrained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-4665128291032316067?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4665128291032316067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4665128291032316067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-metro-de-paris-um-careca-pensativo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-4109097601440047061</id><published>2008-07-04T15:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:35:22.311+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily gestures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“De manhã, os primeiros gestos de C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manhã C. levantou-se, esticou os braços, abriu as mãos até fazer um leque com os dedos. Depois, escovou com a mão o curto e negro cabelo. Duas horas mais tarde pegava, de determinada maneira, no seu livro preferido.&lt;br /&gt;Interrompo aqui alguns gestos naturais de C. executados hoje de manhã. E interrompo porque, a partir deste momento, este relato dos gestos de intimidade de C. passaria a intimidar quem os ouve. Quero eu dizer que uma sequência de gestos que podem constituir uma rotina que a intimidade me possibilitou observar, realçar, destacar de todo o espaço privado, e que são anteriores a qualquer representação, podem transformar-se por uma leviana deslocação para um espaço público (de um olhar para muitos olhares, de um ouvido para muitos ouvidos, de um sentido para muitos sentidos), numa descrição intimista e violenta, cujos modelos mais radicais podíamos encontrar no Strip Tease e no Peep-Show.&lt;br /&gt;Temos assim que aquilo que nos é mais íntimo – o corpo, os gestos do corpo -, aquilo que nos é mais interior, mais profundo (a intimidade apela sempre a uma sabedoria da descida), pode deixar de ser intimidade e passar a ser intimista, material de exibição, espectáculo da promiscuidade. Isto acontece quando se misturam espaços públicos com espaços privados, quando se torna coisa pública o que é coisa privada, quando se torna transmissível o que é secreto.”&lt;br /&gt;A. Pinto Ribeiro, Dança temporariamente contemporânea, Vega, Lisboa, 1994 (p.22,23)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-4109097601440047061?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4109097601440047061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/4109097601440047061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/de-manh-os-primeiros-gestos-de-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-6173066504741042311</id><published>2008-06-24T19:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:32:29.590+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily gestures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Banho&lt;br /&gt;Ritual de higiene diário/experiência proprioceptiva viciante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath/shower&lt;br /&gt;Daily hygiene ritual/addictive proprioceptive experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-6173066504741042311?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/6173066504741042311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/6173066504741042311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/06/banho-ritual-de-higiene-dirioexperincia.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-6772993898099058729</id><published>2008-06-22T01:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:26:03.440+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conjugality contexts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ergonomia conjugal sem cônjuge&lt;br /&gt;Laying both right arm and knee on a pair of pillows before falling asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-6772993898099058729?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/6772993898099058729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7201556424387390601/posts/default/6772993898099058729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com/2008/06/ergonomia-conjugal-sem-cnjuge-laying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sílvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15273811997504974138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7201556424387390601.post-3228361751245190930</id><published>2008-06-20T12:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:33:33.140+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpo vibrátil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Q2yok0iSlY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Q2yok0iSlY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7201556424387390601-3228361751245190930?l=silviapintocoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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