domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011

When you first start off trying to solve a problem, the first solutions you come up with are very complex, and most people stop there, but if you keep going, and live with the problem and peel more layers of the onion off, you can often times arrive at some very elegant and simple solutions.


Steve Jobs [1955-]

quarta-feira, 13 de julho de 2011

There's no Chaos, no Order. Just patterns of different levels of Complexity.

The Books of Magic - Neil Gaiman [1960-]

sexta-feira, 8 de julho de 2011

I can resist everything except temptation.

Oscar Wilde
[1854-1900]

sábado, 28 de maio de 2011

The Revolution will not be televised.



You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Gil Scott-Heron [1949-2011]

sábado, 22 de janeiro de 2011

Poema Pícaro

Pomposo,ponderado, primoroso,
Pacheco passeia pelo parque.
Pretende parecer paternal.
Procura, porém, prazeres proibidos,
possuído por propósitos pornográficos.
Persegue pequenas púberes
(possivelmente pianistas precoces?
professoras primárias potenciais?
provincianas pobres? plutocratas, porventura?
pulmonares predestinadas? princesas, por partida?
pragmatistas praticantes? protagonistas prévias?),
propiciando presentes pacholas,
Pretenso purista, pseudopuritano,
prodigaliza pirolitos, popcorn, pinhões;
perfidamente, provocante,
patenteia porcos postais parisienses.
Pestisca prazenteiro,
puxando pelas pratas,
pressurosamente pagando.
Propõe patinarem (pudera!).
Perturbado pelos pulos, pelo pagode,
Pacheco piora, perde placidez, prevarica:
precipita-se, pletórico, purpúreo, priápico
palpando pernas polpudas.
Pessoas presentes percebem perfeitamente
- pedem, pois, para prender Pacheco.
Perguntado por prestimosos populares,
por pais presumivelmente profanados,
por polícias prontificados,
por paisanas proficientes,
Pacheco protesta, prolixamente,
proclama protecções proeminentes
(permitindo pressupor privilégios),
promete peremptoriamente promoções.
Previdentemente, prova precedentes probos.
Populares, pais, polícias, paisanas
passam por parvos - porque pedem perdão,
Pacheco prossegue.
Protejamos, portanto, pueris primícias,
pessoalmente prevenindo:
Prudência, pais portugueses!
Pelos parques perpassa,
pomposo, ponderado, primoroso,
Pacheco - perigo público.

José Sesinando [1923-1995]