<?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-8840608824529404097</id><updated>2012-02-17T14:10:55.329Z</updated><category term='Ciência'/><category term='Desenho'/><category term='Escultura'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Pintuhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifra'/><category term='Espectáculos'/><category term='Exposições'/><category term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><category term='Literatura'/><category term='Fotografia'/><category term='Pintura'/><category term='História/Mitologia'/><category term='Artes Decorativas'/><title type='text'>Querido Bestiário</title><subtitle type='html'>Um percurso histórico, estético e literário pela representação animalista</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>393</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6472376467317961885</id><published>2012-02-16T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-16T12:54:00.752Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>The Vaudeville Animal Acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vZo4imTt4Og" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vaudeville&lt;/span&gt; - "Light Entertainment popular in the U.S. in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. It consisted of 10-15 unrelated acts featuring magicians, acrobats, comedians, trained animals, singers and dancers. The form developed from the coarse variety shows held in beer halls for a primarily male audience. Tony Pastor established a successful "clean variety show" at his New York City Theatre in 1881 and influenced other managers to follow suit. By 1900 chains of vaudeville theatres around the country included Martin Beck's Orpheum Circuit, of which New York Palace Theatre was the most famous".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-6472376467317961885?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6472376467317961885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6472376467317961885' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6472376467317961885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6472376467317961885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/02/vaudeville-animal-acts.html' title='The Vaudeville Animal Acts'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vZo4imTt4Og/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5563541785534247976</id><published>2012-02-13T10:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-13T11:53:29.643Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintuhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifra'/><title type='text'>O Bode Expiatório - William Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/97/William_Holman_Hunt_-_The_Scapegoat.jpg/800px-William_Holman_Hunt_-_The_Scapegoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 491px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/97/William_Holman_Hunt_-_The_Scapegoat.jpg/800px-William_Holman_Hunt_-_The_Scapegoat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;William Holman Hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1827-1910)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;O Bode expiatório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scapegoat_%28painting%29"&gt;The scapegoat&lt;/a&gt; (1854-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/online/pre-raphaelites/scapegoat/"&gt;Lady Lever Art Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Sunlight, Merseyside, England, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-5563541785534247976?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5563541785534247976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5563541785534247976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5563541785534247976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5563541785534247976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-bode-expiatorio-william-hunt.html' title='O Bode Expiatório - William Hunt'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4085610351969968167</id><published>2012-02-10T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:49:00.600Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>"Priolo" - Madalena Boto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34332982?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/34332982"&gt;Priolo&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/madalenaboto"&gt;Madalena Boto&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Situada no coração do Atlântico, a ilha de São Miguel (Açores) é conhecida pela extraordinária diversidade de espécies que habita as suas águas. Mas este paraíso subtropical guarda outros tesouros em terra. Nas encostas montanhosas a Leste, encontramos a última mancha de floresta Laurissilva da ilha: o reino de um animal tímido e ameaçado – o Priolo. A ave canora mais rara da Europa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4085610351969968167?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4085610351969968167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4085610351969968167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4085610351969968167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4085610351969968167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/02/priolo-madalena-boto.html' title='&quot;Priolo&quot; - Madalena Boto'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-491359172962550916</id><published>2012-02-08T08:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-08T08:14:00.152Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Nature's Best Photography - Blue Shark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.photonunosa.com/imagens/noticias/outubro2011/nATURES_bEST_pHOTOGRAPHY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.photonunosa.com/imagens/noticias/outubro2011/nATURES_bEST_pHOTOGRAPHY.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photonunosa.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nuno Sá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off Faial Island, Azores, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Oceans Natures Best Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naturesbestphotography.com/gallery_wsr_2011.php/"&gt;Windland Smith Rice International Awards 2011&lt;/a&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-491359172962550916?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/491359172962550916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=491359172962550916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/491359172962550916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/491359172962550916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/02/natures-best-photography-blue-shark.html' title='Nature&apos;s Best Photography - Blue Shark'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3646859811397196648</id><published>2012-02-05T06:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T06:15:00.377Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>O Macaco Vermelho - Paula Rego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.casadashistoriaspaularego.com/media/15094/chpr-p015dep%20-%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.casadashistoriaspaularego.com/media/15094/chpr-p015dep%20-%20web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paula Rego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Macaco Vermelho Bate na Mulher&lt;/span&gt;, 1981&lt;br /&gt;Acrílico sobre papel, 65 x 105 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casadashistoriaspaularego.com/pt/"&gt;Casa das Histórias&lt;/a&gt; Paula Rego, Cascais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, sim, concorda Paula Rego, ela de facto trata algumas personagens dos seus quadros como se fossem bonecos de vodu (...). Paula Rego é portuguesa, o que segundo algumas pessoas explica tudo. Explica certamente por que levou tanto tempo a entrar no circuito das galerias londrinas. Agora, claro, toda a gente tenta pintar como os primitivos portanto ela de repente começou a ter muita procura, uma figura de culto aos 47 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A obra que despertou a atenção de toda a gente espalha-se pelos seus estúdio, uma espécie de guia das querelas domésticas como no &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-triunfo-dos-porcos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Triunfo dos Porcos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Um macaco vermelho espanca a esposa adúltera que voltou para casa trazendo o bebé de outro. Enquanto o macaco vomita, bêbado, a mulher corta-lhe o rabo. As cores vivas nas disfarçam a selvajaria das momices do teatro de fantoches. A violência parece autêntica, como a ira com que ela estará a rever a sua própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é bem a sua vida, cisma ela. É uma espécie equivalente. A série do macaco vermelho veio de uma banda desenhada que costumava aparecer na última página de um jornal espanhol.  As personagens eram um marido e uma mulher. Se o marido chega a casa bêbado, a mulher bate-lhe com  o rolo da massa. Os homens passavam o dia a vomitar porque bebiam muito. Gosto do aspecto desses homens horríveis a vomitar. Das pessoas a fazerem coisas terríveis umas às outras. É muito grotesco mas é normal. Passa-se em todas as famílias."&lt;br /&gt;A seguir a essas aterradoras bandas desenhadas espanholas havia quebra-cabeças para as crianças solucionarem. "Estavam cheias de cabeças amputadas e olhos. Tínhamos que descobrir o que eram. Eu nunca conseguia resolvê-los. Portanto inventava histórias acerca deles, os meus próprios quebra-cabeças".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waldemar Januszczak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Martelando um prego na cabeça", &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/span&gt;, 8 de Maio de 1982.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ruth Rosengarten (Ed.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Compreender Paula Rego - 25 Perspectivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Fundação de Serralves / Jornal Público, p.24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3646859811397196648?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3646859811397196648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3646859811397196648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3646859811397196648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3646859811397196648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-macaco-vermelho-paula-rego.html' title='O Macaco Vermelho - Paula Rego'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4402862506947025273</id><published>2012-02-02T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:09:00.537Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escultura'/><title type='text'>Man Ray Contemplating Man Ray - William Wegman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tg-H8Qlar6U/TxhOZyPXnqI/AAAAAAAABj4/wLtBpfU1y-E/s1600/Man.Ray.Contemplating.Man.Ray.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tg-H8Qlar6U/TxhOZyPXnqI/AAAAAAAABj4/wLtBpfU1y-E/s400/Man.Ray.Contemplating.Man.Ray.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699391533327294114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Adams&lt;/span&gt; (Foreword)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In&lt;/span&gt; Steve Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picturing the Beast: animal, identity and representation&lt;/span&gt;, 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The University of Illinois Press, IL&lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-4402862506947025273?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4402862506947025273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4402862506947025273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4402862506947025273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4402862506947025273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/02/man-ray-contemplating-man-ray-william.html' title='Man Ray Contemplating Man Ray - William Wegman'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tg-H8Qlar6U/TxhOZyPXnqI/AAAAAAAABj4/wLtBpfU1y-E/s72-c/Man.Ray.Contemplating.Man.Ray.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-7006532800076691666</id><published>2012-01-29T23:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:12:49.190Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Derby de Epsom - Géricault</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/SZiYX8xrVtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nSexwGV1wAc/s1600-h/Gericault+-+Corrida+de+Cavalos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 414px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/SZiYX8xrVtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nSexwGV1wAc/s400/Gericault+-+Corrida+de+Cavalos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303156098447660754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Théodore Géricault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1791-1824)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/04/corrida-de-cavalos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Le Derby d'Epsom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1821)&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre Tela, 91 x 122 cm&lt;br /&gt;Musée du Louvre, Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um mundo de distância parece separar &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Raft_of_the_Medusa"&gt;A Jangada do "Medusa&lt;/a&gt;" da descrição de Derby de Epsom que Géricault pintou dois anos mais tarde durante uma estadia em Inglaterra. Em vez da monumentalidade com que encarou um destino humano extremo, aqui ele captou um momento de uma corrida de cavalos, o desporto favorito dos Britânicos e que fascinava um um Géricault &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/08/oficial-da-guarda-imperial-cavalo.html"&gt;entusiasta por cavalos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O olhar do observador foca-se nos cavalos e nos &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jockeys&lt;/span&gt;, em contraste com os quais os arredores se desvanessem em sumárias, ou fugazes, faixas de cor. Esta mudança de foco serve para realçar a ilusão de velocidade com que os cavalos galopam pela pista de corridas. Mas seria erróneo descrever este quadro apenas como uma espécie de reportagem desportiva. Ele possui de facto esse aspecto, mas devemos lembrar a importância atribuída à iconografia equestre na pintura romântica, em especial em Inglaterra e em França, onde o cavalo adquiriu um significado quase místico. Ele podia figurar como a encarnação de instintos animais ou como encarnação demoníaca de Eros, em regra representante da componente masculina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gros, Géricault e &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/cavaleiro-atacado-por-leao-delacroix.html"&gt;Delacroix&lt;/a&gt;, nas evocações das campanhas napeónicas, viam entusiasticamente o cavalo como um nobre alazão de batalha, descreviam os contornos fugazes de um fogoso puro-sangue selvagem, ou os músculos retesados de um indomável garanhão árabe. Quando Géricault representou o Derby de Epsom decorrendo sobre um céu tempestuoso que mergulha as cores num estranho crepúsculo, pode ter querido referir-se a uma experiência pessoal verídica, mas o principal efeito é transformar a cena numa perseguição selvagem na qual os cavalos voam, como que em silêncio,&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/04/corrida-de-cavalos.html"&gt; sem sequer os cascos tocarem no chão&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pintura da Era Romântica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Igno F. Walther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Editor)&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Luísa Rodrigues, Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Taschen,1999, p.100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-7006532800076691666?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/7006532800076691666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=7006532800076691666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7006532800076691666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7006532800076691666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/derby-de-epsom-gericault.html' title='Derby de Epsom - Géricault'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/SZiYX8xrVtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nSexwGV1wAc/s72-c/Gericault+-+Corrida+de+Cavalos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5157468152767111469</id><published>2012-01-26T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:49:49.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><title type='text'>Animals in Film - Amores Perros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Eu3vC-pal7U" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0327944/"&gt;Alejandro Iñarritu&lt;/a&gt;'s triptych of stories in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amores Perros&lt;/span&gt; explores the causes and consequences of a car accident for a number of different people involved and is threaded together by the significance of the relations between dogs and humans on the one hand, and missing fathers on the other. At one level, in keeping with the idea that pets can indeed be substitutes for things lacking in human relations, the dogs can be seen as symbolic. In the first story, the fighting dogs reflect, amongst other things, the aggressive conflict between the two brothers, Octavio and Ramiro; in the second story, the pet dog trapped under the floor of the flat reflects the helplessness of the woman model, Valeria, crippled in the accident; and in the third story, the fighting dog destroys all the other pet dogs of the ex-guerrilla, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;El Chivo&lt;/span&gt; ("the goat" in Spanish), just as his own decision to leave his family for the revolutionary cause has laid waste to their lives as well as his own. There is nothing subtle or concealed about this metaphorical interplay and it works to good effect. But the other dimension of the film lies in the manner in which the dogs actively transform the situations of those about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog fights give Octavio the possibility of rising above this situation and replacing his brother who is, incidentally, a husband and a father. In the second story the dog trapped under the floor intensifies the misery and loss of the man who has left his wife for Valeria who, as soon as they start their new life together, loses her legs in the car accident. It is the dog that truly catalyses the sense of despair that their situation brings. At the end of the final story, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;El Chivo&lt;/span&gt;, the father, leaves a message of apology and love for his own grown up daughter, whose life he has never been part of, on her answerphone. Having discarded his appearance of shabby tramp for that of the middle-aged academic he would probably have come, he sets off across a desolate wasteland accompanied by the fighting dog, Cofi. There is some sense of redemption to this ending in that he can move on having finally sloughed off some of his past. But the cycles of violence throughout the film, as reflected by the figure of the dog fight, provide an ambivalent message. While the violence might be cathartic in the sense of creating the possibility of freedom, the characters remain trapped in their situations. The motifs of inadequate communication that recur in the film - anonymous phone calls, particularly in the second story, and the answerphone message at the end - seem appropriate in a film in which dogs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; so much. It might seem that neither the dog nor the telephone can redeem all these fragmented relationships. Yet, paradoxically, the final shot of the film suggests that, in the bleakest of landscapes, the bond between the man and dog will enable other kinds of transformations in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a complex interplay between the emotive simplicity of the animal image, the manner in which it appeals to sentiment and feeling, and its potential for overdetermination at the level of meaning. In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amores Perros&lt;/span&gt;, I have only mentioned a few of the many themes in the film and one could go on to explore all sorts of other dimensions through the figure of the dog, such as gender issues within Mexican politics. However, it is important to avoid the conclusion that this multiplicity is the end of the story, the idea that the animal is a&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; tabula rasa&lt;/span&gt;.(...) An emotional response to the animal image is in fact integral to its semantics and, rather like the multiplicity of meanings an animal can carry, points to a fractured rather than cohesive view of the animal image. The transformative potential of the animal is one demonstration of this and it gives the animal the role of something like a transitional object. But, as in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amores Perros&lt;/span&gt;, those transitions that are enabled by the animal do not always lead to any form of resolution, even if they set human relations on a new and different path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Burt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Animals in Film, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;London: Reaktion Books Ltd, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pp. 178-179&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-5157468152767111469?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5157468152767111469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5157468152767111469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5157468152767111469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5157468152767111469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/amores-perros.html' title='Animals in Film - Amores Perros'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Eu3vC-pal7U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4326425245849048127</id><published>2012-01-24T13:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:00:05.535Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Nikon Small World Photomicrography Competition #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZD3AWHoGI/TwWhKum6uQI/AAAAAAAABhg/rRCAB7DoKo0/s1600/Jan_Michels_Marince.Capepod_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZD3AWHoGI/TwWhKum6uQI/AAAAAAAABhg/rRCAB7DoKo0/s400/Jan_Michels_Marince.Capepod_2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694134509561886978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikonsmallworld.com/"&gt;Nikon Small World Photomicrography Competition 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan Michels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine Copepod (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Temora longicornis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventral view (10x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;th. Place&lt;br /&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-4326425245849048127?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4326425245849048127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4326425245849048127' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4326425245849048127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4326425245849048127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/nikon-small-world-photomicrography_24.html' title='Nikon Small World Photomicrography Competition #2'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZD3AWHoGI/TwWhKum6uQI/AAAAAAAABhg/rRCAB7DoKo0/s72-c/Jan_Michels_Marince.Capepod_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6206126040828630771</id><published>2012-01-20T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:23:13.089Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escultura'/><title type='text'>Maneki Neko - O Gato da Sorte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJbQeIiBC5w/Tr02Mo_qaxI/AAAAAAAABc4/SjtbCT-auFI/s1600/manekineko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJbQeIiBC5w/Tr02Mo_qaxI/AAAAAAAABc4/SjtbCT-auFI/s400/manekineko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673750696347462418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maneki Neko é um boneco de aspecto mimoso, quase piroso. No entanto, esta escultura de um gato branco a acenar (o membro anterior erguido é articulado) está longe de ser um brinquedo de crianças e não é certamente o resultado de nenhuma campanha publicitária. Maneki Neko é, para a cultura tradicional japonesa, um amuleto para ser colocado à porta de cada casa (em especial estabelecimentos comerciais) para dar sorte e evitar tragédias. Diz a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maneki_Neko"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; que a pata direita levantada atrai dinheiro, enquanto a esquerda atrai clientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história deste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;animal doméstico&lt;/span&gt; terá tido a sua origem no templo budista de Gotoku-ji, há mais de 350 anos, durante o período Edo. Diz a lenda que o templo era apenas habitado por um velho e pobre monge que tinha por hábito partilhar a sua parca comida com um gato. Numa noite de tempestade, o gato conseguiu, acenando com a pata, atrair a atenção de um forasteiro que se tinha abrigado numa grande árvore em frente ao templo. No momento seguinte um relâmpago atinge a árvore, quebrando-a e provocando um pequeno incêncio. O homem, que se tratava afinal de um rico senhor feudal, ficou extremamente grato por ter sido salvo pelo gato e presenteou o monge com presentes e influências, trazendo de novo a prosperidade ao mosteiro. Após a morte do gato, foi-lhe construido um altar e feitas estátuas em sua memória.  Acredita-se que esse gato seria a reencarnação de Buda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a natureza felina de Maneki Neko tem uma outra face. Chama-se Bake-Neko e é um terrível gato doméstico, que ensombra as casas onde é mantido. Bake-Neko representa a energia nocturna, feminina e perigosa da espécie felina. Bake-Neko tem assim semelhanças com a deusa egípcia &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/cats-in-ancient-egypt-suite101com.html"&gt;Sakhmet&lt;/a&gt;, ao passo que Maneki Neko corresponde à deusa &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/cats-in-ancient-egypt-suite101com.html"&gt;Bastet&lt;/a&gt;.&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/8840608824529404097-6206126040828630771?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6206126040828630771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6206126040828630771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6206126040828630771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6206126040828630771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/01/maneki-neko-o-gato-da-sorte.html' title='Maneki Neko - O Gato da Sorte'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJbQeIiBC5w/Tr02Mo_qaxI/AAAAAAAABc4/SjtbCT-auFI/s72-c/manekineko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3853030670041799628</id><published>2012-01-17T08:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:25:00.560Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>"Mondego" by Daniel Pinheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31170389?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/31170389"&gt;"MONDEGO" by Daniel Pinheiro&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/danielpinheiro"&gt;Daniel Pinheiro&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;:  A river acclaimed by poets and songwriters, closely entwined in the History of Portugal. As its waters merge with the sea, a small stream, hidden in the high mountains of Serra da Estrela, continues to ensure the Mondego breathes life into its great variety of habitats and wildlife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3853030670041799628?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3853030670041799628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3853030670041799628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3853030670041799628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3853030670041799628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/mondego-by-daniel-pinheiro.html' title='&quot;Mondego&quot; by Daniel Pinheiro'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-9038180565224803050</id><published>2012-01-13T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:16:56.166Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escultura'/><title type='text'>Cats in Ancient Egypt - Suite101.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/lg/3/4/340421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 475px;" src="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/lg/3/4/340421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The goddesses Bastet and Sekhmet were two aspects of divine power. Sakhmet, the lioness, represented dangerous, potentially destructive forces, whereas Bastet, the feline of the house, incorporated the benevolent aspects of a deity that could be pacified by rituals.&lt;br /&gt;Cats featured prominently in Egyptian jewellery, statuary, and other  ornamentation, and also in Egypt’s pantheon of gods and goddesses. The  best-known cat goddess, Bast, whose name translates roughly as  “Devourer,” was the daughter of the Egyptian sun god Ra. Originally a  war goddess, in later years Bast became associated with happiness,  sensual pleasures, fertility, and the domestic sphere, providing  protection for women, children, and cats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emdx2CUI-yU/TwbOk8yIU1I/AAAAAAAABiE/qG6Gr9w5xH4/s1600/ROM_Sekmet%252C%2Bgoddess%2Bof%2Bwar%2Band%2Bdivine%2Bvengeance_carved%2Band%2Bplished%2Bgranite_New%2BKingdom_8%2BDinasty_Amenhotep%2BIII%2B%2528c.1360bc%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 457px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emdx2CUI-yU/TwbOk8yIU1I/AAAAAAAABiE/qG6Gr9w5xH4/s400/ROM_Sekmet%252C%2Bgoddess%2Bof%2Bwar%2Band%2Bdivine%2Bvengeance_carved%2Band%2Bplished%2Bgranite_New%2BKingdom_8%2BDinasty_Amenhotep%2BIII%2B%2528c.1360bc%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694465913043571538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Royal Ontario Museum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekhmet&lt;/span&gt;, goddess of war and divine vengeance&lt;br /&gt;Carved and plished granite&lt;br /&gt;New Kingdom, 8th Dinasty, Amenhotep III (c.1360bc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another Egyptian feline goddess was the lion-headed Sekhmet, or  “Powerful One.” Sekhmet, a goddess of pestilence and war, was sent by Ra  to punish mankind for their failure to maintain his laws and preserve  justice. Ra sent Sekhmet on a rampage, but when he saw the resulting  carnage, he repented and requested that she cease her violence. But  Sekhmet’s bloodlust would not abate so he doused her path with beer dyed  red with pomegranate juice, tricking her into believing that it was  blood. Sekhmet gorged on this “blood” and became so drunk that she fell  into a deep sleep for several days, after which her violent urges had  dissipated. Sekhmet thereafter became a protector of balance and  justice. She also had the power to cause disease and to cure it, and so  Egyptian physicians were also Sekhmet’s priests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read more at Suite101: &lt;a style="color: #003399;" href="http://jennifercopley.suite101.com/feline-history-cats-in-ancient-egypt-a132042#ixzz1igVEUn2m"&gt;Feline History – Cats in Ancient Egypt: Domestication of the African Wildcat.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-9038180565224803050?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/9038180565224803050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=9038180565224803050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/9038180565224803050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/9038180565224803050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/cats-in-ancient-egypt-suite101com.html' title='Cats in Ancient Egypt - Suite101.com'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Emdx2CUI-yU/TwbOk8yIU1I/AAAAAAAABiE/qG6Gr9w5xH4/s72-c/ROM_Sekmet%252C%2Bgoddess%2Bof%2Bwar%2Band%2Bdivine%2Bvengeance_carved%2Band%2Bplished%2Bgranite_New%2BKingdom_8%2BDinasty_Amenhotep%2BIII%2B%2528c.1360bc%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1239176007983777081</id><published>2012-01-10T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:59:53.802Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>Things Crazy Cat People Do - Lara Luís</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irde9NztAbw/TwXPFgwNVKI/AAAAAAAABh4/-qY6qeclpas/s1600/laraluis_CatPeople2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irde9NztAbw/TwXPFgwNVKI/AAAAAAAABh4/-qY6qeclpas/s400/laraluis_CatPeople2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694184997478290594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laraluis.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lara Luís&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things Crazy Cat People Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposição Colectiva de Ilustração &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/exposicao-colectiva-de-ilustracao-crazy.html"&gt;"CRAZY CAT PEOPLE"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-1239176007983777081?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1239176007983777081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1239176007983777081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1239176007983777081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1239176007983777081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-crazy-cat-people-do-lara-luis.html' title='Things Crazy Cat People Do - Lara Luís'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irde9NztAbw/TwXPFgwNVKI/AAAAAAAABh4/-qY6qeclpas/s72-c/laraluis_CatPeople2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-2335983051217897005</id><published>2012-01-07T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:36:03.521Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>Exposição Colectiva de Ilustração "CRAZY CAT PEOPLE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrJLY1tBYPI/TwdN-gihekI/AAAAAAAA5c8/QDnj0vPF3LQ/s400/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrJLY1tBYPI/TwdN-gihekI/AAAAAAAA5c8/QDnj0vPF3LQ/s400/securedownload.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ilustradores nacionais e internacionais uniram-se por esta causa, a convite da comissária &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://p3.publico.pt/cultura/exposicoes/1811/lara-luis-de-olhos-bem-fechados#.TwWclTtEpWh.facebook"&gt;Lara Luís&lt;/a&gt;, ilustradora e amante de gatos. Para esta exposição na Póvoa do Varzim, todos os ilustradores ofereceram obras para serem vendidas com o intuito de ajudar a instituição&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gatilbastet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gatil Bastet&lt;/a&gt; (Terroso), que cuida e acolhe gatos de rua, proporcionando-lhes um novo lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saiba mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/events/266748743380596/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-2335983051217897005?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/2335983051217897005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=2335983051217897005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2335983051217897005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2335983051217897005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/exposicao-colectiva-de-ilustracao-crazy.html' title='Exposição Colectiva de Ilustração &quot;CRAZY CAT PEOPLE&quot;'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrJLY1tBYPI/TwdN-gihekI/AAAAAAAA5c8/QDnj0vPF3LQ/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3398532201798841984</id><published>2012-01-05T12:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:58:23.031Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Nikon Small World Photomicrography Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrNtsn9R0Go/TwWdq3f1d4I/AAAAAAAABhU/-5ecNUICSk4/s1600/Siwanowicz_lacewing_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrNtsn9R0Go/TwWdq3f1d4I/AAAAAAAABhU/-5ecNUICSk4/s400/Siwanowicz_lacewing_2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694130663657404290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikonsmallworld.com/"&gt;Nikon Small World Photomicrography Competition 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Igor Simanowicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Lacewing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chrysopa sp.&lt;/span&gt;) 20x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;st. Place&lt;br /&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-3398532201798841984?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3398532201798841984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3398532201798841984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3398532201798841984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3398532201798841984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/nikon-small-world-photomicrography.html' title='Nikon Small World Photomicrography Competition'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrNtsn9R0Go/TwWdq3f1d4I/AAAAAAAABhU/-5ecNUICSk4/s72-c/Siwanowicz_lacewing_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-7177024939877930436</id><published>2012-01-02T18:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:45:20.456Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Pequenos Cavalos Amarelos - Franz Marc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuZLWer2P1Q/TvUg4xD7URI/AAAAAAAABg4/L1xjLAbM2Fk/s1600/Franz-Marc-xx-The-Little-Yellow-Horses-1912-xx-Staatsgalerie-Stuttgart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuZLWer2P1Q/TvUg4xD7URI/AAAAAAAABg4/L1xjLAbM2Fk/s400/Franz-Marc-xx-The-Little-Yellow-Horses-1912-xx-Staatsgalerie-Stuttgart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689489863867060498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Franz Marc&lt;/span&gt; (1880-1916)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pequenos Cavalos Amarelos&lt;/span&gt;, 1912&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre tela, 66 x 104,5 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.staatsgalerie.de/"&gt;Staatsgalerie&lt;/a&gt;, Stuttgard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Três cavalos amarelos, de contornos curvilíneos, dominam o primeiro plano de uma paisagem montanhosa distanciada. O tema principal é a cor, o amarelo representando o elemento feminino passivo, enquanto o vermelho sensual dos flancos dos cavalos contrasta com o azul espiritual do cenário. É este uso de cores luminosas, conjugado com a representação de animais como símbolos de uma força viva e como projecções da imaginação do artista, que torna esta obra de Marc numa das mais memoráveis.  A maneira como a cor e os símbolos forma utilizados para expressar os sentimentos profundos do artista é um bom exemplo do trabalho do grupo de artista expressionistas&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Der Blaue Reiter&lt;/span&gt; ("O Cavaleiro Azul"). Os dois membros mais importantes do grupo, Wassily Kandinsky e Marc, inventaram este nome baseados nos seus interesses comuns, como o facto de ambos gostarem de azul. A maioria das pinturas de Marc tinha como temas &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2008/11/cavalo-numa-paisagem.html"&gt;cavalos&lt;/a&gt;, mas a partir de 1912 &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/franz-marc-pintor-animalista.html"&gt;o seu trabalho tornou-se mais abstracto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in O Livro da Arte&lt;/span&gt;, Texto Editora, 1997, p.300&lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-7177024939877930436?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/7177024939877930436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=7177024939877930436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7177024939877930436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7177024939877930436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2012/01/pequenos-cavalos-amarelos-franz-marc.html' title='Pequenos Cavalos Amarelos - Franz Marc'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuZLWer2P1Q/TvUg4xD7URI/AAAAAAAABg4/L1xjLAbM2Fk/s72-c/Franz-Marc-xx-The-Little-Yellow-Horses-1912-xx-Staatsgalerie-Stuttgart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-8343971861862618236</id><published>2011-12-31T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:10:00.488Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escultura'/><title type='text'>Diane et Actéon - Klossowski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LrAcLnMXt44/TvkNzEoUYzI/AAAAAAAABhE/nRX44Rz_dRI/s1600/Acteon%2526Diana_Klossowski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LrAcLnMXt44/TvkNzEoUYzI/AAAAAAAABhE/nRX44Rz_dRI/s400/Acteon%2526Diana_Klossowski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690594775226671922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pierre Klossowski &lt;/span&gt;(1905-2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diane et Actéon&lt;/span&gt;, 1991-92&lt;br /&gt;Bronze policromado, 245 x 170 x 120 cm&lt;br /&gt;Executada por Jean-Paul Reti, baseada em diversos desenhos de Pierre Klossowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.museuberardo.pt/"&gt;Museu Colecção Berardo&lt;/a&gt;, Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saiba mais sobre o mito de &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/03/natureza-morta-com-pecas-de-caca.html"&gt;Diana e Acteon&lt;/a&gt;.&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/8840608824529404097-8343971861862618236?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/8343971861862618236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=8343971861862618236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8343971861862618236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8343971861862618236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/diane-et-acteon-klossowski.html' title='Diane et Actéon - Klossowski'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LrAcLnMXt44/TvkNzEoUYzI/AAAAAAAABhE/nRX44Rz_dRI/s72-c/Acteon%2526Diana_Klossowski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5208699137098557997</id><published>2011-12-27T00:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:26:07.487Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Franz Marc - Pintor Animalista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs0xJAbtbJk/Tt-XLz63yoI/AAAAAAAABeU/MDsg07vHKr8/s1600/FranzMarc1913%252CReh%2BIm%2BBlumengarten55%252C3x77%252C4kunsthalleBremen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs0xJAbtbJk/Tt-XLz63yoI/AAAAAAAABeU/MDsg07vHKr8/s400/FranzMarc1913%252CReh%2BIm%2BBlumengarten55%252C3x77%252C4kunsthalleBremen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683427483936344706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Franz Marc&lt;/span&gt; (1880-1916)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corço num Jardim de Flores&lt;/span&gt; (Reh Im Blumengarten), 1913&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre tela, 55,3 x 77,4 cm&lt;br /&gt;Kunsthalle Museum, Bremen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2008/11/cavalo-numa-paisagem.html"&gt;Franz Marc&lt;/a&gt;, pintor alemão do início do século XX, era na natureza que procurava inspiração e tinha nos animais o seu principal motivo pictórico. Marc foi extremamente influenciado pelas vanguardas francesas (cubismo,  fauvismo, pós-impressionismo). Combinou-as com a sua sensibilidade  expressionista e uniu-as numa síntese dialéctica, criando algumas das  mais pungentes figuras animais em toda a história da pintura! São dele estas palavras: “As pessoas com a sua falta de pureza, especialmente os  homens, nunca me despertaram verdadeiros sentimentos. Mas os animais com  o seu virginal modo de vida, despertaram tudo o que há de bom em mim.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte precoce de Marc no campo de batalha de Verdun impediu este  magnífico pintor de se afirmar como um maior entre os maiores pintores  do seu tempo, à semelhança do que aconteceu com Vasily Kandinsky, com  quem fundou a comunidade de artistas independentes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blaue Reiter&lt;/span&gt;  em 1911. Franz Marc voluntariou-se para a Grande Guerra, sabendo,  afirma Kandinsky, que teria o mesmo destino do seu amigo e colega de  pintura August Macke, dois anos antes. Segundo Mark Rosenthal a guerra  exerceu sobre Marc um fascínio e um temor tão grandes (bem visíveis nas  suas derradeiras obras) de que só a morte o poderia libertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe-se &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corço num Jardim de Flores&lt;/span&gt;. O animal, de membros aduzidos e pescoço torcido, encontra-se numa posição tensa que subentende um movimento latente. Embora o título nos desperte sentimentos de alegria e serenidade, o resultado final sugere medo e ansiedade. Predominam as cores primárias contrapostas às suas complementares. A figura encontra-se fragmentada e fundida à própria paisagem, diluindo-se e harmonizando-se na profusão de cores e traços diagonais entrecortados. A obra como conjunto é una e indissociável e já não cabe na definição clássica de retrato. As formas curvas suavizam os elementos angulosos e esta dinâmica antecede o próximo passo dos pintores expressionistas: o abstraccionismo puro.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-5208699137098557997?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5208699137098557997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5208699137098557997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5208699137098557997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5208699137098557997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/franz-marc-pintor-animalista.html' title='Franz Marc - Pintor Animalista'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs0xJAbtbJk/Tt-XLz63yoI/AAAAAAAABeU/MDsg07vHKr8/s72-c/FranzMarc1913%252CReh%2BIm%2BBlumengarten55%252C3x77%252C4kunsthalleBremen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6129654165938523742</id><published>2011-12-22T15:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:19:16.264Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Os animais do presépio - Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uu-UOTx87Bs/TucsCwGKtKI/AAAAAAAABgo/17l6JjBQYcg/s1600/Nativity-Fra.Filippo.Lippi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uu-UOTx87Bs/TucsCwGKtKI/AAAAAAAABgo/17l6JjBQYcg/s400/Nativity-Fra.Filippo.Lippi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685561480360670370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2008/12/adorao-dos-magos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fra Filippo Lippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1406-1469)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Natividade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1467-69)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paradoxplace.com/Perspectives/Italian%20Images/Montages/Umbria%20&amp;amp;%20Le%20Marche/Spoleto/Spoleto_Cattedrale_Interior.htm"&gt;Cattedrale di Santa Maria Assunta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoleto, Úmbria, Itália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os animais do presépio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salve, reino animal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;todo o peso celeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suportas no teu ermo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toda a carga terrestre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carregas como se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fosse feita de vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teus cascos lacerados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na lixa do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e tuas cartilagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e teu rude focinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e tua cauda zonza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teu pêlo matizado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tua escama furtiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as cores com que iludes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teu negrume geral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu vôo limitado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teu rastro melancólico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tua pobre verônica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em mim, que nem pastor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soube ser, ou serei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se incorporam num sopro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para tocar o extremo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da minha natureza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;limito-me: sou burro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para trazer ao feno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o senso da escultura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;concentro-me: sou boi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A vária condição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por onde se atropela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;essa ânsia de explicar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;agora se apascenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;à sombra do galpão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neste sinal: sou anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antologia Poética&lt;/span&gt;, 2001&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa: Publicações Dom Quixote, pp.254-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-6129654165938523742?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6129654165938523742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6129654165938523742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6129654165938523742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6129654165938523742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-animais-do-presepio-drummond-de.html' title='Os animais do presépio - Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uu-UOTx87Bs/TucsCwGKtKI/AAAAAAAABgo/17l6JjBQYcg/s72-c/Nativity-Fra.Filippo.Lippi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4903053279667537839</id><published>2011-12-18T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:57:00.872Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>O Outro Tigre - Jorge Luís Borges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S6EoVJbHiSI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yA4J3-dLN54/s1600-h/Peter+Wenzel+%28Karlsbad+1745-+Roma+1829%29+-+Tigre+rugindo+-+1920+Pinacoteca+Vaticano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S6EoVJbHiSI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yA4J3-dLN54/s400/Peter+Wenzel+%28Karlsbad+1745-+Roma+1829%29+-+Tigre+rugindo+-+1920+Pinacoteca+Vaticano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449681367867033890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter Wenzel&lt;/span&gt; (Karlsbad 1745- Roma 1829)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tigre rugindo&lt;/span&gt;, 1920&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Óleo sobre tela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pinacoteca do Vaticano, Roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso num tigre. Esta penumbra exalta&lt;br /&gt;A vasta biblioteca laboriosa&lt;br /&gt;E parece afastar as prateleiras;&lt;br /&gt;Forte, inocente, ensanguentado e novo,&lt;br /&gt;Irá pela sua selva e pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;E marcará seu rasto na lodosa&lt;br /&gt;Margem de um rio cujo nome ignora&lt;br /&gt;(Não há passado nem porvir, nem nomes&lt;br /&gt;No seu mundo, só um instante certo)&lt;br /&gt;E salvará as bárbaras distâncias,&lt;br /&gt;Farejando no entrelaçado labirinto&lt;br /&gt;Entre os odores o odor da alba&lt;br /&gt;E o odor deleitoso do veado.&lt;br /&gt;Por entre as riscas do bambu decifro&lt;br /&gt;Suas riscas, pressinto a ossatura&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo da pele esplêndida que vibra.&lt;br /&gt;Interpõe-se em vão todos os mares&lt;br /&gt;Convexos e os desertos do planeta;&lt;br /&gt;Desta casa de um tão remoto porto&lt;br /&gt;Da América do Sul, te sigo e sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Ó tigre que é das margens do rio Ganges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha alma escorre a tarde e penso&lt;br /&gt;Que o tigre vocativo do meu verso&lt;br /&gt;É um tigre de símbolos e sombras,&lt;br /&gt;Uma série de tropos literários&lt;br /&gt;E de memórias da enciclopédia,&lt;br /&gt;Não o tigre fatal, a aziaga jóia&lt;br /&gt;Que, sob o sol ou a diversa lua,&lt;br /&gt;Vai cumprindo em Samatra ou em Bengala&lt;br /&gt;A rotina do amor, do ócio da morte.&lt;br /&gt;Ao simbólico tigre eu quis opor&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro, o de cálido sangue,&lt;br /&gt;O que dizima a multidão dos búfalos&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, 3 de Agosto de 59,&lt;br /&gt;Alarga na planície uma pausada&lt;br /&gt;Sombra, mas já o facto de o dizer&lt;br /&gt;E de conjecturar-lhe a circunstância&lt;br /&gt;Fá-lo ficção da arte e não criatura&lt;br /&gt;Vivente dessas que andam pela terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuraremos um terceiro tigre.&lt;br /&gt;Será, tal como os outros, uma forma&lt;br /&gt;Do meu sonho, um sistema de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Humanas, não o tigre vertebrado&lt;br /&gt;Que, para além das vãs mitologias,&lt;br /&gt;Pisa a terra. Bem sei, mas qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;Me impõe esta aventura indefinida,&lt;br /&gt;Insensata e antiga, e persevero&lt;br /&gt;Em buscar pelo tempo desta tarde&lt;br /&gt;O outro tigre, o que não está no verso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/span&gt; (1899-1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Outro Tigre&lt;/span&gt; de "O Fazedor"&lt;br /&gt;Obras completas II&lt;br /&gt;Editorial Teorema, 1998, pp.198-9&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Fernando Pinto do Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver também &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreamtigers-jorge-luis-borges.html"&gt;Dreamtigers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4903053279667537839?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4903053279667537839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4903053279667537839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4903053279667537839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4903053279667537839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-outro-tigre-jorge-luis-borges.html' title='O Outro Tigre - Jorge Luís Borges'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S6EoVJbHiSI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yA4J3-dLN54/s72-c/Peter+Wenzel+%28Karlsbad+1745-+Roma+1829%29+-+Tigre+rugindo+-+1920+Pinacoteca+Vaticano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-9176095863488538170</id><published>2011-12-15T10:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:56:36.111Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Cavaleiro atacado por Leão - Delacroix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CECijxw5IUM/TucjXaU7v_I/AAAAAAAABfc/omL4kGOc3yo/s1600/DELACROIXarab-HorsemanAttackedByLion1849-50OleoPapelInstArtC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CECijxw5IUM/TucjXaU7v_I/AAAAAAAABfc/omL4kGOc3yo/s400/DELACROIXarab-HorsemanAttackedByLion1849-50OleoPapelInstArtC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685551939689627634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/cacada-ao-leao-delacroix.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eugène Delacroix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cavaleiro árabe atacado por leão&lt;/span&gt;, 1849-50&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre papel, 43.8 x 38.1 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artic.edu/"&gt;The Art Institute of Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-9176095863488538170?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/9176095863488538170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=9176095863488538170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/9176095863488538170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/9176095863488538170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/cavaleiro-atacado-por-leao-delacroix.html' title='Cavaleiro atacado por Leão - Delacroix'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CECijxw5IUM/TucjXaU7v_I/AAAAAAAABfc/omL4kGOc3yo/s72-c/DELACROIXarab-HorsemanAttackedByLion1849-50OleoPapelInstArtC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3296887820002316911</id><published>2011-12-12T16:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:44:00.069Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>A Caçada ao Leão - Delacroix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBoBOf9Jr_8/Tt-aqO_iK-I/AAAAAAAABeg/fBngHDdj41U/s1600/DELACROIXlion-hunt1860-1ArtInstChicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBoBOf9Jr_8/Tt-aqO_iK-I/AAAAAAAABeg/fBngHDdj41U/s400/DELACROIXlion-hunt1860-1ArtInstChicago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683431305134615522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eugène Delacroix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Caçada ao Leão&lt;/span&gt;, 1861&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre tela, 76,5 x 98,5 cm&lt;br /&gt;The Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago (IL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Caçada ao Leão&lt;/span&gt; encontramos provas da influência que &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2010/06/drawn-by-brush-oil-sketches-by-peter.html"&gt;Rubens&lt;/a&gt; exerceu em Delacroix. Acorre-nos especialmente uma &lt;a href="http://www.pinakothek.de/en/peter-paul-rubens?curImg=8"&gt;caçada ao Leão&lt;/a&gt; pintada pelo mestre do Barroco em 1621, actualmente na Alte Pinakothek, em Munique. Também esta composição é dominada por guerreiros a cavalo, alguns dos quais atirados ao chão pelos seus cavalos que se empinam e outros, como no quadro de Delacroix, caracterizados como Mouros.&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2010/03/caca-peter-paul-rubens.html"&gt;caso de Rubens&lt;/a&gt;, o tema ultrapassa a mera descrição de uma caçada, para adquirir um significado alegórico da vitória do bem sobre o mal. No entanto, comparando-a com esta composição, também podemos ver os extremos a que Delacroix levou a dinâmica composição das figuras e o tratamento pinturesco da cor do mestre do barroco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essencialmente, a seguir à sua estadia em Marrocos, Delacroix dedicou numerosos estudos e pinturas ao tema das lutas entre homens e animais selvagens e às forças violentas que elas desencadeavam. Na presente obra, o evento elementar que ocorre numa paisagem costeira é composto em termos de um movimento circular que se repete nas várias cenas, na torção dos corpos das figuras e nos pormenores das roupas e das formações nebulosas.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos árabes jaz morto no chão, dois outros caíram, mas quatro estão em vias de aniquilar as bestas com lanças e sabres. Em fundo, um homem montado num soberbo cavalo precipita-se para a cena.&lt;br /&gt;O céu carregado parece ecoar a luta no solo. Tudo no quadro - caçadores, animais, paisagem - parece selvagem e indomável, e assim a violenta batalha transforma-se numa metáfora para as forças primárias da natureza, das quais, em regiões exóticas do mundo, a humanidade ainda é parte integrante. Tudo isto exemplifica a necessidade fundamental de Delacroix de tratar todos os temas e motivos mais em termos de paixões humanas do que em termos de ideias ou esquemas pré-concebidos. Mesmo os seus temas históricos e exóticos retiram a sua substância desse fervor apaixonado, a força vital que para Delacroix representava a base de toda a existência natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pintura da Era Romântica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Igno F. Walther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Editor)&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Luísa Rodrigues, Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Taschen,1999&lt;/span&gt;, p.107&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3296887820002316911?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3296887820002316911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3296887820002316911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3296887820002316911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3296887820002316911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/cacada-ao-leao-delacroix.html' title='A Caçada ao Leão - Delacroix'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBoBOf9Jr_8/Tt-aqO_iK-I/AAAAAAAABeg/fBngHDdj41U/s72-c/DELACROIXlion-hunt1860-1ArtInstChicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-2115852105820395895</id><published>2011-12-09T12:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:18:08.535Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artes Decorativas'/><title type='text'>Caça ao Tigre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TAUVx5cC58I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XVGGHyl2Cks/s1600/Tape%C3%A7aria+Sal%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TAUVx5cC58I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XVGGHyl2Cks/s400/Tape%C3%A7aria+Sal%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477808468742301634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Caça ao Tigre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapeçaria, 150 x 260 cm (aprx.)&lt;br /&gt;Colecção particular&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/8840608824529404097-2115852105820395895?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/2115852105820395895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=2115852105820395895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2115852105820395895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2115852105820395895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/caca-ao-tigre.html' title='Caça ao Tigre'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TAUVx5cC58I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XVGGHyl2Cks/s72-c/Tape%C3%A7aria+Sal%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-2707161827079305448</id><published>2011-12-07T16:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:51:29.318Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Dreamtigers - Jorge Luis Borges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKHsed-_kBE/TuIJkHyHTyI/AAAAAAAABfE/o5Aub-03jck/s1600/franz-marc-tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKHsed-_kBE/TuIJkHyHTyI/AAAAAAAABfE/o5Aub-03jck/s400/franz-marc-tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684116195864170274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/franz-marc-pintor-animalista.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Franz Marc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1880-1916)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 1912&lt;br /&gt;Oil on Canvas, 111 x 111,5 cm&lt;br /&gt;Stadtische Galerie im Lenbachhaus, Munich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na infância exerci com fervor a adoração do tigre: não a do tigre fulvo dos camalotes do Paraná e da confusão amazónica, mas a do tigre raiado, asiático, real, que só se podem enfrentar os homens de guerra sobre um castelo, em cima de um elefante. Costumava deter-me sem fim diante de uma jaula do Jardim Zoológico; apreciava as vastas enciclopédias e os livros de história natural pelo esplendor dos seus tigres. (Recordo-me ainda dessas figuras: eu, que não posso lembrar-me sem erro da testa ou do sorriso de uma mulher). Passou a infância, caducaram os tigres e a sua paixão, mas ainda estão nos meus sonhos. Nessa napa submersa ou caótica continuam a prevalecer e se não veja-se: adormecido, distrai-me um sonho qualquer e logo sei que se trata de um sonho. Costumo então pensar: isto é um sonho, uma pura diversão da minha vontade, e já que tenho um ilimitado poder, vou causar um tigre.&lt;br /&gt;Ó incompetência! Nunca os meus sonhos sabem engendrar a apetecida fera. Aparece o tigre, isso sim, mas dissecado e débil, ou com impuras variações de forma, ou de um tamamho inadmissível, ou muito fugaz, ou parecido com um cão ou um pássaro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/span&gt; (1899-1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreamtigers&lt;/span&gt; de "O Fazedor"&lt;br /&gt;Obras completas II&lt;br /&gt;Editorial Teorema, 1998, p.157&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Fernando Pinto do Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ver também o poema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2010/11/tiger-blake.html"&gt;Tiger, de William Blake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-2707161827079305448?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/2707161827079305448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=2707161827079305448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2707161827079305448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2707161827079305448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreamtigers-jorge-luis-borges.html' title='Dreamtigers - Jorge Luis Borges'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKHsed-_kBE/TuIJkHyHTyI/AAAAAAAABfE/o5Aub-03jck/s72-c/franz-marc-tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3527941531328433428</id><published>2011-12-04T23:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:03:00.774Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Still Life with Rayfish - Chaim Soutine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu46hawFkn1qghk7bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 481px; height: 600px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu46hawFkn1qghk7bo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chaim Soutine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1893 - 1943)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Still Life with Rayfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; c. 1923&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clevelandart.org/"&gt;The Cleveland Museum of Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chäim Soutine, who emigrated from Russia to Paris in 1912, painted three versions of this stilllife theme. The motif was inspired by &lt;a href="http://wtfarthistory.com/post/7195097382/one-of-the-scariest-fish-ever"&gt;The Rayfish&lt;/a&gt;, an 18th-century painting by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Baptiste-Sim%C3%A9on_Chardin"&gt;Jean Baptiste Siméon Chardin&lt;/a&gt; in the Musée du Louvre. Soutine, however, reinterpreted Chardin’s picture in a turbulent, luminescent manner that conveys his own intensely emotional reaction to the subject. Every line and form undulates as if propelled by some unseen force. Tied up on two points, as if tortured or crucified, the rayfish assumes an expression of almost human anguish, transforming it into a powerful metaphor for suffering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHarHLvzqZ4/Tr041NAlMAI/AAAAAAAABdE/pJ5wbiST8WE/s1600/Still%2BLife%2Bwith%2BRayfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHarHLvzqZ4/Tr041NAlMAI/AAAAAAAABdE/pJ5wbiST8WE/s400/Still%2BLife%2Bwith%2BRayfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673753592233013250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3527941531328433428?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3527941531328433428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3527941531328433428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3527941531328433428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3527941531328433428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/12/still-life-with-rayfish-chaim-soutine.html' title='Still Life with Rayfish - Chaim Soutine'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHarHLvzqZ4/Tr041NAlMAI/AAAAAAAABdE/pJ5wbiST8WE/s72-c/Still%2BLife%2Bwith%2BRayfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5979361423228295175</id><published>2011-11-30T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:21:00.301Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Llamas - Ovelhas parecidas com camelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4q2i3SXIpHg/TrZXxySQFHI/AAAAAAAABcM/TKHXB2Iw62k/s1600/Darrell.Gulin_Llama_GettyImages_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4q2i3SXIpHg/TrZXxySQFHI/AAAAAAAABcM/TKHXB2Iw62k/s400/Darrell.Gulin_Llama_GettyImages_2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671817293543249010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Llama overlooking ruins of Machu Picchu, Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darrell Gulin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gettyimages.pt/detail/200425764-001/Photographers-Choice"&gt;Getty Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parece-me que em mais nenhuma parte do mundo existem ovelhas como as que foram encontradas com os Índios, ou de que se ouviu falar. Estas ovelhas fazem parte das criaturas mais excelentes que Deus criou e são extremamente úteis. Parece que a Divina Majestade teve o cuidado de criar estes animais para que as pessoas destas regiões conseguissem viver e sustentar-se, pois estes índios não conseguiriam por qualquer outro meio (e falo dos montanheses do Perú) preservar as suas vidas sem estas ovelhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nativos chamam &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;llamas&lt;/span&gt; a estas ovelhas, e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ucros&lt;/span&gt; aos machos. Alguns são brancos, outros são pretos, outros são cinzentos. Alguns têm o tamanho de burros pequenos, com pernas longas, com ventres largos e um pescoço com o comprimento e formato do pescoço dos camelos.  As cabeças são grandes como como as das ovelhas espanholas. A carne destes animais é muito boa quando são gordos, e os cordeiros são melhores e mais saborosos do que os de Espanha. Os &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;llamas&lt;/span&gt; são muito dóceis e transportam pesos com muita facilidade. É verdadeiramente agradável ver os índios de Collao avançarem com aqueles animais e ao entardecer regressarem a casa com eles carregados de lenha. Alimentam-se de erva das planícies e quando se queixam fazem um barulho parecido com o dos camelos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pedro de Cieza de Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Crónica do Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 1553&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-5979361423228295175?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5979361423228295175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5979361423228295175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5979361423228295175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5979361423228295175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/llamas-ovelhas-parecidas-com-camelos.html' title='Llamas - Ovelhas parecidas com camelos'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4q2i3SXIpHg/TrZXxySQFHI/AAAAAAAABcM/TKHXB2Iw62k/s72-c/Darrell.Gulin_Llama_GettyImages_2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-592446199581184431</id><published>2011-11-27T17:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:04:14.956Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escultura'/><title type='text'>Puppy - Jeff Koons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLOLRf8kVg/TtJ4ug0IlhI/AAAAAAAABd8/MFuXqiKEY1k/s1600/Puppy_Jeff.Koons.Bilbao.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 577px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLOLRf8kVg/TtJ4ug0IlhI/AAAAAAAABd8/MFuXqiKEY1k/s400/Puppy_Jeff.Koons.Bilbao.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679734820545533458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jeff Koons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (USA, b.1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stainless steel, soil, and flowering plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1,240 x 830 x 910 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guggenheim-bilbao.es/index.php?idioma=en"&gt;Guggenheim Museum&lt;/a&gt;, Bilbao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also the statue of de &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2010/01/meeting-point.html"&gt;Hachiko&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-592446199581184431?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/592446199581184431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=592446199581184431' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/592446199581184431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/592446199581184431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/puppy-jeff-koons.html' title='Puppy - Jeff Koons'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLOLRf8kVg/TtJ4ug0IlhI/AAAAAAAABd8/MFuXqiKEY1k/s72-c/Puppy_Jeff.Koons.Bilbao.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1240111028861337050</id><published>2011-11-24T22:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:07:05.762Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Painting 1946 - Francis Bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTDBeo-WPaE/Truy0PU-U7I/AAAAAAAABcs/xKWx1Svl29Q/s1600/Bacon.painting.1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 512px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTDBeo-WPaE/Truy0PU-U7I/AAAAAAAABcs/xKWx1Svl29Q/s400/Bacon.painting.1946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673324766140715954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Painting 1946&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oil and tempera on canvas, 198 x 132 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Museum of Modern Art, New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Painting 1946, Bacon's first major picture, the fragmentary image of a man sheltering under an umbrella is juxtaposed with the split carcass of a freshly slaughtered bullock. Bacon never really intended to paint this picture: his original plans were very different from the eventual outcome, which surprised him more than any of his other works. To call it a Crucifixion may be streching the term a little too far. Certainly, Bacon must have been thinking of &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-boi-esfolado-rembrandt.html"&gt;Rembrandt's "crucified" ox&lt;/a&gt; but the open umbrella carries a quite different message: its function is precisely to give protection and refuge. Yet whatever labels we attach to it, the work remains profoundly impressive: one can hardly imagine a more terrible and mysterious evocation of unredeemed animal suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wieland Schmied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Francis Bacon - Commitment and Conflict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestel- Verlag, Munich and NY, 1996, pp.79&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/8840608824529404097-1240111028861337050?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1240111028861337050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1240111028861337050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1240111028861337050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1240111028861337050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/paining-1946-francis-bacon.html' title='Painting 1946 - Francis Bacon'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTDBeo-WPaE/Truy0PU-U7I/AAAAAAAABcs/xKWx1Svl29Q/s72-c/Bacon.painting.1946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5719448233494060919</id><published>2011-11-21T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:47:00.396Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>European Fish Week Photo Exhibition #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K23YuZpXIuU/TsgkERJn6MI/AAAAAAAABdo/bVdklF9KVBQ/s1600/Monkfish_OCEAN2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K23YuZpXIuU/TsgkERJn6MI/AAAAAAAABdo/bVdklF9KVBQ/s400/Monkfish_OCEAN2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676826986042353858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monk Fisk (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lophius piscatorius&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;OCEAN 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocean2012.eu/pages/47-european-fish-week-photo-exhibition"&gt;European Fish Week 2011&lt;/a&gt; - Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;June 4-12 2011&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/8840608824529404097-5719448233494060919?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5719448233494060919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5719448233494060919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5719448233494060919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5719448233494060919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/european-fish-week-photo-exhibition-3.html' title='European Fish Week Photo Exhibition #3'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K23YuZpXIuU/TsgkERJn6MI/AAAAAAAABdo/bVdklF9KVBQ/s72-c/Monkfish_OCEAN2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-7509894907201431348</id><published>2011-11-18T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:02:27.331Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Figure with Meat  - Francis Bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/SxLTxN0kUpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HSi4FjVkwWY/s1600/FigurewithMeat+1954+Bacon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/SxLTxN0kUpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HSi4FjVkwWY/s400/FigurewithMeat+1954+Bacon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409618944902582930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Figure with Meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 1954&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas, 129.9 x 121.9 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artic.edu/aic/collections/artwork/4884?search_id=7"&gt;The Art Institute of Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The figures and shapes that &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/meat-and-slaughterhouse-francis-bacon.html"&gt;Francis Bacon nails to the Cross&lt;/a&gt; are always anonymous; there are no redeemers or saviours to be found in his pictures. In the &lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lme2bfbJMj1qcswyco1_400.jpg"&gt;1950 Crucifixion&lt;/a&gt; the wound inflicted on the carcass has even acquired the form of a gaping mouth that flashes its teeth wildly at us. Yet Bacon still seems to have been dissatisfied with his handling of the theme: distorted as it may be, the figure was not close enough to the condition of pure meat for the artist's liking. Instead of continuing his investigation of the Crucifixion motif, he embarked on another series of pictures - the screaming Popes - which, as he stoutly maintained, had nothing to do with religion. Only in one case do these works touch on the theme of the Crucifixion: in the 1954 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Figure with Meat&lt;/span&gt;, the most gruesome of all the papal portraits. The Holy Father is seated on his ceremonial throne in the cold-room of the slaughterhouse. Immediately behind his head the split halves of a beef carcass dangle from the ceiling. The structure from the ribs is faintly reminiscent of angels' wings. Why, one wonders, is the Pope screaming? Is he protesting against the fact that the Crucifixion has become part of the everyday life, as an endlessly repeated act of torture? Or does he merely wish to be relieved of the burden of witnessing the agony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wieland Schmied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Francis Bacon - Commitment and Conflict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestel- Verlag, Munich and NY, 1996, p.79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-7509894907201431348?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/7509894907201431348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=7509894907201431348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7509894907201431348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7509894907201431348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/figure-with-meat-francis-bacon.html' title='Figure with Meat  - Francis Bacon'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/SxLTxN0kUpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HSi4FjVkwWY/s72-c/FigurewithMeat+1954+Bacon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1599241182519154998</id><published>2011-11-15T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:03:00.457Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><title type='text'>O Talhante Orgulhoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22077752?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" frameborder="0" height="265" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22077752"&gt;CADE (Part 2): The Good Slaughter: A Proud Meat Cutter Shares His Processing Floor&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/skeeterbeater"&gt;SkeeterNYC&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um testemunho em formato de documentário sobre um talhante de Nova Iorque, orgulhoso do seu trabalho e da forma como o faz. Numa época em que a internet serve de plataforma previlegiada para denunciar e atacar, em especial no que diz respeito à forma como os animais são tratados, é revigorante ver um documento que não procura nada disso, retratando sem artifícios o trabalho de um homem, ao mesmo tempo que lhe permite contextualizar a sua prática. A transparência, rigor e simplicidade com que este talhante fala do seu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metier &lt;/span&gt;só tem paralelo na forma virtuosa como executa as suas funções.&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/8840608824529404097-1599241182519154998?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1599241182519154998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1599241182519154998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1599241182519154998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1599241182519154998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-talhante-orgulhoso.html' title='O Talhante Orgulhoso'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1767775696149739001</id><published>2011-11-11T14:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:38:49.432Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Meat and the Slaughterhouse - Francis Bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emuseum2.guggenheim.org/media/full/64.1700_ph_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 220px;" src="http://emuseum2.guggenheim.org/media/full/64.1700_ph_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/span&gt; (1909-1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Studies for a Crucifixion&lt;/span&gt;, March 1962&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oil with sand on canvas, three panels, 198.1 x 144.8 cm each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guggenheim.org/new-york/collections/collection-online/show-full/piece/?search=Three%20Studies%20for%20a%20Crucifixion&amp;amp;page=&amp;amp;f=Title&amp;amp;object=64.1700"&gt;Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum&lt;/a&gt;, New York &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The theme of the Crucifixion exercised a strange and disturbing fascination on Francis Bacon (1909-1992) for many years. But its specific impact on his art springs from its confluence with two further factors: on the one hand, the extension of the single picture into the triptych, and on the other, the introduction of the motif of meat, the raw, bleeding flesh of the slaughterhouse and the butcher's slab, a sight that affected Bacon like almost no other and that was to become his personal metaphor of death. (...) Quite simply, he was fascinated by the sight of raw meat. In conversation with David Sylvester in October 1962 he explained:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've always been very moved by pictures about slaughterhouses and meat, and to me they belong very much to the whole thing of the Crucifixion. There've been extraordinary photographs which have been done of animals just being taken up before they were slaughtered; and the smell of death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltZSC4fh8x4/TrupX71pboI/AAAAAAAABcg/ol4sVd9Uv8E/s1600/Bacon_Studies%2Bfor%2Ba%2BCruxifixion_1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltZSC4fh8x4/TrupX71pboI/AAAAAAAABcg/ol4sVd9Uv8E/s400/Bacon_Studies%2Bfor%2Ba%2BCruxifixion_1962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673314384268062338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a further interview with Sylvester, in May 1966, Bacon expanded on this remarkable statement. When asked to comment on the difference between the Cruxifixion and other themes, he replied: &lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, of course, you're working then about your own feelings and sensations, really. You might say it's almost nearer to a self-portrait. You're working on all sort of very private feelings about behaviour and about the way life is... if you go to some of those great stores, where you just go through those great halls of death, you can see fish and meat and birds and everything else all  lying dead there. And, of course, one has got to remember as a painter that there is great beauty of the colour of meat." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/SxLT66ujbKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PVSgnnE6Zkw/s1600/Bacon+Vogue+1952+by+John+Deakin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/SxLT66ujbKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PVSgnnE6Zkw/s400/Bacon+Vogue+1952+by+John+Deakin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409619111575776418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Deakin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Deakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1912-1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 1952&lt;br /&gt;The Condé Nast PL,Vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon's feelings about meat - about the butchered carcasses of animals, and also about tortured and mutilated human flesh - were ambivalent. On the one hand, these things fascinated him by their seductive beauty, yet on the other, they served as a solemn reminder of his own mortality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Well of course, we are meat, we are potential carcasses. If I go into a butcher's shop I always think it's surprising that I wasn't there instead of the animal."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wieland Schmied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Francis Bacon - Commitment and Conflict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestel- Verlag, Munich and NY, 1996, pp.76-78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-1767775696149739001?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1767775696149739001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1767775696149739001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1767775696149739001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1767775696149739001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/meat-and-slaughterhouse-francis-bacon.html' title='Meat and the Slaughterhouse - Francis Bacon'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltZSC4fh8x4/TrupX71pboI/AAAAAAAABcg/ol4sVd9Uv8E/s72-c/Bacon_Studies%2Bfor%2Ba%2BCruxifixion_1962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3404940186828635797</id><published>2011-11-09T14:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:38:32.899Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>BLOGUITE - Mar Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_r3TtonBp5xE/TbBH5N4x7jI/AAAAAAhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifAAEUU/Y57chnndA5w/IMG_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 747px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_r3TtonBp5xE/TbBH5N4x7jI/AAAAAAAAEUU/Y57chnndA5w/IMG_0514.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bloguite.blogspot.com/2011/05/mar-azul.html"&gt;Mar Azul&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOGUITE&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/8840608824529404097-3404940186828635797?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3404940186828635797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3404940186828635797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3404940186828635797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3404940186828635797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/bloguite-mar-azul.html' title='BLOGUITE - Mar Azul'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_r3TtonBp5xE/TbBH5N4x7jI/AAAAAAAAEUU/Y57chnndA5w/s72-c/IMG_0514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5368249778093998362</id><published>2011-11-06T07:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-17T12:33:34.296Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Onça Pintada - Rio Máximo Amazonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iScIBOAde7M/TqpwrIPq9GI/AAAAAAAABbo/4ZHObfJ2GrM/s1600/On%25C3%25A7a.pintada.viagem.philosophica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iScIBOAde7M/TqpwrIPq9GI/AAAAAAAABbo/4ZHObfJ2GrM/s400/On%25C3%25A7a.pintada.viagem.philosophica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668466967249089634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onça Pintada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chc.cienciahoje.uol.com.br/revista/revista-chc-2003/142/a-historia-de-uma-viagem-para-desbravar-a-amazonia"&gt;Viagem Philosofica&lt;/a&gt; (1783-1792)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alexandre Rodrigues Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;Museu Bocage, FCUL&lt;br /&gt;Foto (C): Paulo Cintra e Laura Castro Caldas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A onça é das mais ferozes, e bravas feras do Amazonas. Há diversas espécies deste animal: umas são pardas, outras pintadas; umas vivem nas campinas descobertas, outras não saem dos matos, umas são maiores, e outras menores. Nas mesmas pintadas há diversas castas, porque umas são pretas malhadas todas de amarelo, e outras são esbranquiçadas, e têm as malhas de preto: às primeiras chamam panteras, e às segundas onças: às dos matos e campinas também dão diversos nomes. Também há onças todas pretas, e a estas chamam tigres. Na grandeza também tem muita diversidade; porque umas são como os maiores rafeiros, e cães de fila: outras são como novilhos, e um missionário do mesmo Amazonas referiu que viu com os seus neófitos uma, que era de corpo mais alto que um homem, e na grandeza excedia a qualquer boi; na verdade algumas dão rica pele, que na grandeza se equivoca com as dos maiores touros: estas, são as que na Ásia chamam tigres reais; às menores dão o nome de tigres bibós. Todas porém são casta brava, e tão sagazes, e ladinas, que a raposa à sua vista é animal estólido. Sobem, e atrepam pelas árvores acima melhor, que qualquer gato, e ainda que qualquer homem, e delas fazem tiro à presa com muita ligeireza. É a mais atrevida fera, que criam os matos, e ainda mais que os mesmos leões, abadas, e elefantes; porque os mesmos leões temem ao homem, nem ordinariamente acometem, se não provocados. Mas a onça, nem a animais, nem a racionais teme, acomete intrépida ainda ao maior gigante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;João Daniel sj &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1722-1776)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tesouro Descoberto no Rio Máximo Amazonas&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anais da Biblioteca Nacional, Vol.95&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, 1975-76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-5368249778093998362?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5368249778093998362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5368249778093998362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5368249778093998362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5368249778093998362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/onca-pintada-rio-maximo-amazonas.html' title='Onça Pintada - Rio Máximo Amazonas'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iScIBOAde7M/TqpwrIPq9GI/AAAAAAAABbo/4ZHObfJ2GrM/s72-c/On%25C3%25A7a.pintada.viagem.philosophica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5785936093784039372</id><published>2011-11-02T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:50:00.397Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Sparrow - Simon &amp; Garfunkel</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FI9AohkDW5M" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will love a little Sparrow?&lt;br /&gt;Who's traveled far and cries for rest?&lt;br /&gt;"Not I," said the Oak Tree,&lt;br /&gt;"I won't share my branches with&lt;br /&gt;no sparrow's nest,&lt;br /&gt;And my blanket of leaves won't warm&lt;br /&gt;her cold breast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will love a little Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;And who will speak a kindly word?&lt;br /&gt;"Not I," said the Swan,&lt;br /&gt;"The entire idea is utterly absurd,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be laughed at and scorned if the&lt;br /&gt;other Swans heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will take pity in his heart,&lt;br /&gt;And who will feed a starving sparrow?&lt;br /&gt;"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,&lt;br /&gt;"I would if I could but I cannot I know,&lt;br /&gt;I need all my grain to prosper and grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will love a little Sparrow?&lt;br /&gt;Will no one write her eulogy?&lt;br /&gt;"I will," said the Earth,&lt;br /&gt;"For all I've created returns unto me,&lt;br /&gt;From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-5785936093784039372?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5785936093784039372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5785936093784039372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5785936093784039372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5785936093784039372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/sparrow-simon-garfunkel.html' title='Sparrow - Simon &amp; Garfunkel'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FI9AohkDW5M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6812646030257925129</id><published>2011-10-30T12:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:42:34.658Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>2011 Veolia Environment Wildlife Photographer of the Year - Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrJAwWA_cBM/TqfRAIoTfUI/AAAAAAAABbc/1MAqgEhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif44b9Y/s1600/Daniel.Beltr%25C3%25A0_Still.Life.in.Oil-2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 424px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrJAwWA_cBM/TqfRAIoTfUI/AAAAAAAABbc/1MAqgE44b9Y/s400/Daniel.Beltr%25C3%25A0_Still.Life.in.Oil-2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667728456315796802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Daniel Beltrá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Spain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Still life in oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nhm.ac.uk/visit-us/whats-on/temporary-exhibitions/wpy/index.jsp"&gt;2011 Veolia Environment Wildlife Photographer of the Year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crude oil trickles off the feathers of the rescued brown pelicans, turning the white lining sheets into a sticky, stinking mess. The pelicans are going through the first stage of cleaning at a temporary bird-rescue facility in Fort Jackson, Louisiana. They've already been sprayed with a light oil to break up the heavy crude trapped in their feathers, which has turned their normally pale heads orange and their brown and grey feathers mahogany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon EOS 5D Mark II + 35mm f1.4 lens at 35mm; 1/30 sec at f4 (-0.7 e/v); ISO 800.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-6812646030257925129?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6812646030257925129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6812646030257925129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6812646030257925129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6812646030257925129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/2011-veolia-environnement-wildlife.html' title='2011 Veolia Environment Wildlife Photographer of the Year - Winner'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrJAwWA_cBM/TqfRAIoTfUI/AAAAAAAABbc/1MAqgE44b9Y/s72-c/Daniel.Beltr%25C3%25A0_Still.Life.in.Oil-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5726538774943592550</id><published>2011-10-26T10:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:04:26.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>És um Animal, Viskovitz! - Breve Recensão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keMlIP4Hrfs/TqfM5fErLfI/AAAAAAAABbQ/9op-EJkWiR4/s1600/Boffa-%25C3%2589s.um.animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 416px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keMlIP4Hrfs/TqfM5fErLfI/AAAAAAAABbQ/9op-EJkWiR4/s400/Boffa-%25C3%2589s.um.animal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667723944034774514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livrarialeitura.pt/livro/es-um-animal-viskovitz-alessandro-boffa/?from_page=Redirecionamento+da+Listagem&amp;amp;UDSID=%A7%A7%A7%A7051109262209450117198307%A7%A7%A7%A7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;És um animal, Viskovitz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tradução: Tiago Guerreiro da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LIVRODODIA Editores, Torres Vedras, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Por ela já tinha perdido a cabeça". Assim termina a sintética história da vida - efémera mas intensa - de Viscovitz, um jovem louva-a-deus apaixonado (&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/es-um-animal-viskovitz.html"&gt;pode lê-la aqui&lt;/a&gt;).  Esta é apenas uma das 20 fábulas em que Alessandro Boffa recorre ao lugar comum, ao &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt;, para depois o desconstruir e assim criar cenários risíveis mas inteligentes sobre as vidas de outros tantos animais. Biólogo de profissão, o  autor alia conhecimento científico a imaginação, de modo  que, mesmo não sabendo o que é um mantídeo, o leitor não teria dificuldade em identificar a que animal pertence o anterior ritual de acasalamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viscovitz é um personagem eminentemente humano - um anti-herói ? - mas que se metamorfoseia sucessivamente de escorpião a formiga, de camaleão a cão, na busca continuada pelo amor de Ljuba. Esta pulsão sexual é a linha que une todos os quadros retratados e somos assim introduzidos, através do humor, ao difícil mundo da reprodução animal (as desventuras do caracol e do tentilhão são verdadeiramente hilariantes). E, na verdade se pensarmos em termos evolutivos, é isso que conta para a sobrevivência da espécie.  Incluíndo a nossa. Já Aristóteles, em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;História dos Animais&lt;/span&gt;, escrevia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A vida dos animais pode, então, ser dividida em dois actos: procriação e  alimentação; Pois é nestes dois actos que se concentram todos os seus  interesses e toda a sua vida. (...) E como tudo o que é  conforme com a natureza é agradável, todos os animais buscam o prazer,  mantendo a sua natureza.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Historia Animalium, &lt;/span&gt;Livro VIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Originalmente publicado em 1998 em língua italiana, "Sei una Bestia, Viscovitz!" é um sério trabalho de entretenimento que fará as delícias de todos aqueles que se interessam pelo mundo natural. Nota ainda para o excelente trabalho de tradução de Tiago Guerreiro da Silva já que,  apesar da profusão de termos técnicos, o texto não perde a sua melodia e simplicidade.&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/8840608824529404097-5726538774943592550?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5726538774943592550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5726538774943592550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5726538774943592550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5726538774943592550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/es-um-animal-viskovitz-breve-recensao.html' title='És um Animal, Viskovitz! - Breve Recensão'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keMlIP4Hrfs/TqfM5fErLfI/AAAAAAAABbQ/9op-EJkWiR4/s72-c/Boffa-%25C3%2589s.um.animal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3873566388222566978</id><published>2011-10-24T11:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T17:19:27.302+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artes Decorativas'/><title type='text'>Frescos em Pompeia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.art.com/images/products/large/10272000/10272876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://images.art.com/images/products/large/10272000/10272876.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lightwrite/519166494/"&gt;Ave a debicar figos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresco, início da 2ª metade do séc. I d.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Torre Annunziata, Itália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um pássaro (?) a debicar figos é um pormenor de uma parede do Palácio Romano em &lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/ad79eruption/oplontis"&gt;Oplontis&lt;/a&gt;, hoje Torre Anunziata, pequena cidade da província de Nápoles, no sopé do Monte Vesúvio. O fresco fazia parte do palácio da imperatriz &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poppaea_Sabina"&gt;Poppaea Sabina&lt;/a&gt;, mulher de Nero, e que chegou até aos nossos dias depois de ser sepultado pelas cinzas da erupção de 24 de Agosto do ano 79 d.C.&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/8840608824529404097-3873566388222566978?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3873566388222566978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3873566388222566978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3873566388222566978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3873566388222566978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/frescos-em-pompeia.html' title='Frescos em Pompeia'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-8149330431912430034</id><published>2011-10-20T08:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:52:00.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Carne de vaca esfolada:  Chaim Soutine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_E5CzLkY6SU/TnhggjKYb7I/AAAAAAAABac/-oq4U4014PA/s1600/Soutine1925%252C72.5x49.8KunstM%2BBerna%2BFlayed%2BBeef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_E5CzLkY6SU/TnhggjKYb7I/AAAAAAAABac/-oq4U4014PA/s400/Soutine1925%252C72.5x49.8KunstM%2BBerna%2BFlayed%2BBeef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654375444474523570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaim Soutine&lt;/span&gt; (1894 – 1943)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carne de Vaca Esfolada&lt;/span&gt;, 1925&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre tela, 72.5 x 49.8 cm&lt;br /&gt;Kunstmuseum, Berna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Proponho-me comparar duas interpretações, separadas em quase três séculos, da  visão artística de uma carcaça bovina. Em contraponto à representação anterior do mestre holandês "&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-boi-esfolado-rembrandt.html"&gt;O boi esfolado&lt;/a&gt;", proponho “Carne de vaca esfolada” do pintor expressionista (lituano, radicado em França) Chaim Soutine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos estilos marcadamente diferentes, não temos dúvidas em identificar o mesmo motivo nos dois quadros. Ambos aplicam pinceladas  livres e difusas mas ao passo que Rembrandt preserva o rigor formal da composição, Soutine pinta como se uma raiva indómita se apoderasse dele. Tudo é confuso e disforme. Não sabemos ao certo qual a perspectiva representada nem como se encontra suspensa a carcaça. Mas isso torna-se secundário pois não são as formas que se impõem mas sim as cores. Os alaranjados da carne sobressaem sobre o seu complementar, o azul, e a carcaça vibra diante dos nossos olhos nos seus tons quentes e mesclados. A tensão cromática projectada em grossas camadas de tinta é a base da expressividade do quadro.&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/8840608824529404097-8149330431912430034?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/8149330431912430034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=8149330431912430034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8149330431912430034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8149330431912430034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/carne-de-vaca-esfolada-chaim-soutine.html' title='Carne de vaca esfolada:  Chaim Soutine'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_E5CzLkY6SU/TnhggjKYb7I/AAAAAAAABac/-oq4U4014PA/s72-c/Soutine1925%252C72.5x49.8KunstM%2BBerna%2BFlayed%2BBeef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4152659935536303332</id><published>2011-10-17T14:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:03:21.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>THE DEAR HUNTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_XHARz0JJrIg/TSEVButV-mI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/OAhlHKSubvY/sevilha_4683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 342px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_XHARz0JJrIg/TSEVButV-mI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/OAhlHKSubvY/sevilha_4683.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-dear-hunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DEAR HUNTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-dear-hunter.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-estranho-caso-do-cavalo-que-deitava.html"&gt;O Estranho caso do cavalo que deitava raios pelos olhos&lt;/a&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-4152659935536303332?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4152659935536303332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4152659935536303332' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4152659935536303332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4152659935536303332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-hunter.html' title='THE DEAR HUNTER'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_XHARz0JJrIg/TSEVButV-mI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/OAhlHKSubvY/s72-c/sevilha_4683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-2867184651644974588</id><published>2011-10-14T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:04:00.277+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>"Waiting for the Vet" by Norman Rockwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S3VlJZDiBcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZKUfFgXFfxk/s1600-h/NoemanRockwellAtTheVet57x65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S3VlJZDiBcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZKUfFgXFfxk/s400/NoemanRockwellAtTheVet57x65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437363337138668994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norman Rockwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for the Vet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout Norman Rockwell’s career, dogs of all kinds–from wide-eyed beagles to shiny collies–made frequent appearances in his art. Curator Joyce K. Schiller, Ph.D. will explore the ways that Rockwell cast his canine friends in cover paintings, story illustrations, and holiday cards. The lecture is being held in conjunction with the Museum’s current exhibition &lt;a href="http://www.nrm.org/2011/06/its-a-dogs-life-norman-rockwell-paints-mans-best-friend/"&gt;It’s a Dog’s Life: Norman Rockwell Paints Man’s Best Friend&lt;/a&gt;. Free with &lt;a href="http://www.nrm.org/"&gt;Norman Rockwell Museum&lt;/a&gt;, admission through November 11, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/02/bedside-manner-by-norman-rockwell.html"&gt;Bedside Manner&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/12/mes-do-medico-veterinario-5.html"&gt;The Veterinarian&lt;/a&gt;.&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/8840608824529404097-2867184651644974588?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/2867184651644974588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=2867184651644974588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2867184651644974588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2867184651644974588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/waiting-for-vet-by-norman-rockwell.html' title='&quot;Waiting for the Vet&quot; by Norman Rockwell'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S3VlJZDiBcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZKUfFgXFfxk/s72-c/NoemanRockwellAtTheVet57x65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6559201286163129898</id><published>2011-10-09T22:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:12:40.392Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>O boi esfolado -  Rembrandt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q8iEawGfqk/TnhgnCk8SuI/AAAAAAAABak/_2UdqCu01z0/s1600/oleo%2Bmad%2B94x69%2Blouvre%2B1655%2BtheFlayedOx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q8iEawGfqk/TnhgnCk8SuI/AAAAAAAABak/_2UdqCu01z0/s400/oleo%2Bmad%2B94x69%2Blouvre%2B1655%2BtheFlayedOx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654375555986639586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rembrandt van Rijn&lt;/span&gt; (1606-1669)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boi Esfolado&lt;/span&gt;, 1655&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre madeira, 94 x 69 cm&lt;br /&gt;Musée du Louvre, Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As cenas de matadouro, como motivo pictórico, podem nos parecer hoje inusitadas mas foram um tema recorrente na pintura flamenga e do norte da Europa. Representado a partir do século XVI por Aersten e Beuckelaer, é igualmente abordado por numerosos contemporâneos de Rembrandt. Os cadáveres de porcos ou de bois esquartejados e suspensos de traves, são frequentemente associados a uma personagem - em geral uma criança - e servem para transmitir a ideia de morte. Este tema fica assim mais ligado à cena de género do que propriamente à &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2010/02/perspectiva-das-coisas-natureza-morta.html"&gt;natureza-morta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rembrandt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rembrandt&lt;/a&gt;, talvez o maior pintor flamengo do séc. XVII, mostra-nos a peça como se de um retrato se tratasse: a visão a três quartos é aquela que mais favorece ou informações dá da personagem retratada. A carcaça encontra-se numa espécie de cave, talvez um açougue, num ambiente lúgubre e muito diferente dos talhos que estamos habituados a ver hoje em dia. Está suspensa pelos tornozelos e o externo foi serrado e mantido aberto por uma trave transversal almofadada nas extremidades. O traço é rápido e não se perde em pormenores e a luz, embora difusa, é suficiente para permitir a definição das características anatómicas do malogrado bovino. Existe ainda uma segunda fonte de luz a meia altura, do lado direito, proveniente da divisão contígua e de onde emerge o busto quase imperceptível de uma mulher. Rembrandt inclui quase sempre personagens nas suas obras, não subvertendo, nesse aspecto, a tradição das cenas de matadouro. Porém, entre &lt;a href="http://artmight.com/albums/2011-02-07/art-upload-2/r/Rembrandt-Harmenszoon-Van-Rijn/Rembrandt-The-Slaughtered-Ox.JPG"&gt;a versão de 1640&lt;/a&gt; e a de 1655 (aqui apresentada), o papel do personagem foi alterado. A mulher do açougueiro, limpando o sangue derramado sem dar atenção à carcaça do animal, mantém-se agora em segundo plano, contemplando o boi esfolado do vão da porta e fazendo com que o mesmo pareça monumental e como que projectado para diante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não será abusivo comparar este animal abatido - pendurado no madeiro e exibido de peito aberto - a uma crucificação. Se assim fosse, a visão alegória transformaria um mero pedaço de carne no corpo torturado e mutilado de Cristo e o tema assumiria um carácter edificante aos olhos dos contemporâneos do pintor. No entanto, o boi esfolado tornar-se-á apenas "pitoresco" no início do século XVIII, e finalmente será considerado brutal e vulgar no final desse mesmo século. Teremos que esperar pelo século XIX para ver os pintores "copiarem" o mestre, prestando-lhe homenagem: Delacroix, Herbier, Daumier e ainda, mais próximos de nós, &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/carne-de-vaca-esfolada-chaim-soutine.html"&gt;Soutine&lt;/a&gt;, Fautrier e &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/11/figure-with-meat-francis-bacon.html"&gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porções deste texto foram adaptadas de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pierre Cabanne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rembrand&lt;/span&gt;t, Lisboa: Editorial Verbo, 1993, p.112. Tradução de Maria João Leal de Faria&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-6559201286163129898?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6559201286163129898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6559201286163129898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6559201286163129898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6559201286163129898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-boi-esfolado-rembrandt.html' title='O boi esfolado -  Rembrandt'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q8iEawGfqk/TnhgnCk8SuI/AAAAAAAABak/_2UdqCu01z0/s72-c/oleo%2Bmad%2B94x69%2Blouvre%2B1655%2BtheFlayedOx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-2221873949716435840</id><published>2011-10-07T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T18:42:46.439+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Churchill's famous quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://richardlangworth.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/1951bulldog-242x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 300px;" src="http://richardlangworth.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/1951bulldog-242x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Always remember, a cat looks down on man,&lt;br /&gt;a dog looks up to man, but a pig will look man&lt;br /&gt;right in the eye and see his equal.”&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/8840608824529404097-2221873949716435840?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/2221873949716435840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=2221873949716435840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2221873949716435840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2221873949716435840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/churchills-famous-quote.html' title='Churchill&apos;s famous quote'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-8868007609571200241</id><published>2011-10-04T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:27:00.837+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><title type='text'>Jazz for Cows</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lXKDu6cdXLI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.newhot5.com/"&gt;The New Hot 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; New Orleans-style Jazz Band&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-8868007609571200241?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/8868007609571200241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=8868007609571200241' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8868007609571200241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8868007609571200241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/jazz-for-cows.html' title='Jazz for Cows'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lXKDu6cdXLI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-291665410376344566</id><published>2011-10-01T05:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T05:08:00.830+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>És um animal, Viskovitz !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.livrarialeitura.pt/images//products/00000248971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 401px;" src="http://www.livrarialeitura.pt/images//products/00000248971.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estás a perder a cabeça, Viskovitz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como era o papá?", perguntei à mãe.&lt;br /&gt;"Crocante, um pouco salgado, rico em fibras."&lt;br /&gt;"Antes de comê-lo, quero dizer."&lt;br /&gt;"Era um tipozeco inseguro, ansioso, nevrótico, um pouco como todos vocês, rapazinhos Visko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me mais do que nunca próximo daquele pai que nunca tinha conhecido, que se tinha desfeito no ventre da minha mãe enquanto eu era concebido. Do qual não recebi calor, mas calorias. Obrigado papá, pensei. Sei o que significa, para um mantídeo, sacrificar-se pela família. Parei por um momento em recolhimento em frente ao seu túmulo, ou seja, à minha mãe, e recitei um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miserere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco depois, já que quando pensava na morte não deixava de procurar uma erecção, julguei que tivesse chegado o momento de me juntar a Lubja, o insecto que eu amava. Tinha-a conhecido há cerca de um mês, no casamento da minha irmã, que era ao mesmo tempo o funeral do meu cunhado, e fiquei preso da sua cruel beleza, Desde então tínhamo-nos continuado a ver. Como foi possível? Deus abençoou-me com o dom que é mais apreciado por nós, mantídeos: a ejaculação precoce, condição necessária de cada não efémera história de amor. Na primeira semana só tinha perdido um par de patas, as raptatórias, na segunda o prototórax com os seus anexos para o voo, na terceira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não o faças, Visko, por amor de Deus", começaram a gritar-me os meus amigos Zukotic, Petrovic e Lopez, empoleirados nos ramos mais altos. Para eles a fêmea era o demónio, a misoginia uma missão. Eram sexualmente desviados ou disfuncionais desde a metamorfose, mastigando pétalas e recitando salmos. Eram muito religiosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não havia uma reza que me pudesse parar, não agora que sentia o suspiro gélido da minha amada, o sombrio rumor das suas membranas, o seu fúnebre e sarcástico sorriso.  Movi-me freneticamente em direcção àqueles sons, com a única pata que me sobrou, apoiando-me na minha erecção, esforçando-me para visualizar a glória das suas formas, agora que não podia vê-las porque não tinha mais antenas, agora que não podia beijá-las porque não tinha mais palpos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ela já tinha perdido a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alessandro Boffa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livrarialeitura.pt/livro/es-um-animal-viskovitz-alessandro-boffa/?from_page=Redirecionamento+da+Listagem&amp;amp;UDSID=%A7%A7%A7%A7051109262209450117198307%A7%A7%A7%A7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;És um animal, Viskovitz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Tiago Guerreiro da Silva&lt;br /&gt;LIVRODODIA Editores, Torres Vedras, 2010, pp.25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-291665410376344566?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/291665410376344566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=291665410376344566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/291665410376344566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/291665410376344566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/10/es-um-animal-viskovitz.html' title='És um animal, Viskovitz !'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-7933184930575650889</id><published>2011-09-28T12:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T00:26:03.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>Guia dos Animais - Mordillo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.booktree.pt/capas/comicos/mordillo-small-guia-animais-jphttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 365px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5f/Freud,_girl-white-dog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucien Freud&lt;/span&gt; (1922-2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rapariga com cão branco&lt;/span&gt;, 1950-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Óleo sobre tela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;76,2 x 101,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?cgroupid=999999961&amp;amp;workid=4548&amp;amp;searchid=9792"&gt;Tate Britain Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, London &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta é a última de uma série de obras em que o pintor representa a sua primeira mulher, Kathleen Garman, filha do escultor modernista &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_Epstein"&gt;Jacob Epstein&lt;/a&gt;. A cena, pintada em tons pálidos e neutros, é simples e algo triste. Kitty, que estava grávida, posa num sofá às riscas e envolta num robe amarelo que lhe descobre o seio direito. A modelo é empurrada para a extremidade do sofá - e também do quadro - porque um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bull terrier&lt;/span&gt; repousa sobre a sua perna. A mulher e o cão revelam uma quase cumplicidade e fitam-nos calma mas intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud procura - ao colocar o cão que tinha sido uma prenda de casamento no centro do quadro - uma referência clássica da pintura ocidental à virtude da fidelidade. Trata-se, de facto, de uma poderosa imagem da fidelidade esponsal, com a mão direita de Kitty pousada sobre o coração e uma aliança visível na mão esquerda, mas ensombrada pelo olhar da retratada, no qual se percebe uma imensa solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ITlZ63kokw/TUtFwj_zfDI/AAAAAAAAAas/D6Obv-1ihI8/s640/detail+of+lucian+freud+girl+with+white+dog+oil+on+canvas+1951-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ITlZ63kokw/TUtFwj_zfDI/AAAAAAAAAas/D6Obv-1ihI8/s640/detail+of+lucian+freud+girl+with+white+dog+oil+on+canvas+1951-52.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud tornou-se famoso por retratar, com grande domínio e quase  obcessão, a compleição do corpo humano, em particular a pele, cujas  imperfeições são expostas com crueza. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rapariga com Cão Branco&lt;/span&gt; não foge a estas características, como se prova pelos tons subtis que usou para recriar em pormenor a pele de marfim da mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pinturas de Freud cativam o espectador e arrastam-no para um cenário de intimidade exposta como sob um intensa luz eléctrica. Embora a sua pincelada se tenha tornado mais solta e mais expressiva nos últimos anos, a obsessão pela figura humana manteve-se viva. Neto do &lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/my-puppy-my-self/201003/sigmund-freud-and-the-art-dog-training-part-i"&gt;criador da Psicanálise&lt;/a&gt;, Freud nasceu em Berlim mas foi muito novo viver para Londres, quando os seus pais fugiram da Alemanha de Hitler. Tornou-se cidadão inglês em 1939 e, a par de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Bacon_%28artist%29"&gt;Francis Bacon&lt;/a&gt;, no maior pintor britânico da sua geração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adaptado de:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Livro da Arte&lt;/span&gt;, Texto Editora, Lisboa, 1997, p.165&lt;br /&gt;Óscar Faria, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucien Freud: uma pintura experiência&lt;/span&gt;, Público, Supl.P2, 23/09/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-8063436892299671854?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/8063436892299671854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=8063436892299671854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8063436892299671854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8063436892299671854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/rapariga-com-cao-branco-lucien-freud.html' title='Rapariga com cão branco - Lucien Freud'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ITlZ63kokw/TUtFwj_zfDI/AAAAAAAAAas/D6Obv-1ihI8/s72-c/detail+of+lucian+freud+girl+with+white+dog+oil+on+canvas+1951-52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3058117034931544401</id><published>2011-09-21T12:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:37:30.944+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Caladrius, a ave mensageira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYL_wQ1gUjc/TnddgH5pfVI/AAAAAAAABZ8/swB4zZK1FNw/s1600/caladrius2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654090663644986706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYL_wQ1gUjc/TnddgH5pfVI/AAAAAAAABZ8/swB4zZK1FNw/s400/caladrius2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 260px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The Hague, MMW, 10 B 25 fol. 28v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na  mitologia medieval,  &lt;a href="http://bestiary.ca/beasts/beast143.htm"&gt;Caladrius&lt;/a&gt; era um pássaro branco capaz de predizer o desfecho de uma doença: a ave visitava os doentes no seu leito e se a pessoa estivesse destinada a morrer, o pássaro desviava o olhar (iluminura em cima), mas se a pessoa viesse a sobreviver, o pássaro incorporava a doença (iluminura em baixo) e então afastava-se em direcção ao sol, dispersando-a no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aABzE3VrMYs/TndW_WPE4lI/AAAAAAAABZ0/M0i-khttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifxJs1ps/s1600/Caladrius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" com="" gifstyle="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654083503487509074" img="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aABzE3VrMYs/TndW_WPE4lI/AAAAAAAABZ0/M0i-kxJs1ps/s400/Caladrius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sloane 3544 f. 24. Ver mais iluminuras &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renzodionigi/5230917876/in/photostream/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconhece-se a que pássaro corresponde Caladrius, mas poderá ser a uma &lt;a href="http://www.avesdeportugal.info/motalb.html"&gt;alvéola branca&lt;/a&gt; que tem marcas na cabeça que se podem assemelhar a um crânio, e é considerada mística na Irlanda. Como &lt;a href="http://www.abdn.ac.uk/bestiary/translat/57r.hti"&gt;metáfora cristã&lt;/a&gt;, Caladrius representa Jesus, puro (daí a cor branca) e capaz de tirar os pecados dos homens, na forma como a ave chama a si a doença e sobe ao céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3058117034931544401?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3058117034931544401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3058117034931544401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3058117034931544401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3058117034931544401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/caladrius-ave-mensageira.html' title='Caladrius, a ave mensageira'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sYL_wQ1gUjc/TnddgH5pfVI/AAAAAAAABZ8/swB4zZK1FNw/s72-c/caladrius2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4774574963976085753</id><published>2011-09-20T08:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T08:43:00.264+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Wardogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KsCwrjizmEA/TndlHDUQ1gI/AAAAAAAABaM/Cpg68nZgTHE/s1600/110504_wardogs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.giftext-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KsCwrjizmEA/TndlHDUQ1gI/AAAAAAAABaM/Cpg68nZgTHE/s400/110504_wardogs4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654099029010732546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;War Dog&lt;/span&gt; - A Foreign Policy Photo Essay By &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rebecca Frankel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/articles/2011/05/04/war_dog?print=yes&amp;amp;hidecomments=yes&amp;amp;page=full"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/12/war-dogs.html"&gt;The Capture of Guam&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/12/semper-fidelis-memorial-ao-caes-da.html"&gt;Semper Fidelis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4774574963976085753?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4774574963976085753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4774574963976085753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4774574963976085753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4774574963976085753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/wardogs.html' title='Wardogs!'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KsCwrjizmEA/TndlHDUQ1gI/AAAAAAAABaM/Cpg68nZgTHE/s72-c/110504_wardogs4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6174002250138186730</id><published>2011-09-17T20:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:19:09.991+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><title type='text'>The Dog and the Butcher by Jonathan Holt</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="230" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/4457563?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" frameborder="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4457563"&gt;The Dog and the Butcher by Jonathan Holt&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jonathanholt"&gt;Jonathan Holt&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-6174002250138186730?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6174002250138186730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6174002250138186730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6174002250138186730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6174002250138186730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/dog-and-butcher-by-jonathan-holt.html' title='The Dog and the Butcher by Jonathan Holt'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4979159733890480549</id><published>2011-09-14T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:20:00.852+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Sophia de Mello Breyner - Coral #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx1hn_fF8_0/TfusUr6m4_I/AAAAAAAABVk/DMtL2IkYZQI/s1600/Night.Beach-yury-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx1hn_fF8_0/TfusUr6m4_I/AAAAAAAABVk/DMtL2IkYZQI/s400/Night.Beach-yury-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619274431460729842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia de mar e nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt;É tão próximo o teu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São os longos horizontes&lt;br /&gt;Os ritmos soltos dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;E aquelas aves&lt;br /&gt;Que desde o princípio das estações&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram ninhos e emigraram&lt;br /&gt;Para que num dia inverso tu as visses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas aves que tinham&lt;br /&gt;Uma memória eterna do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E voam sempre dentro do teu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Como se o teu olhar as sustentasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neste dia de mar e nevoeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1919-2004)&lt;br /&gt;Coral, 1950&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa: Portugália Editora, s.d., p.58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver também &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/sophia-de-mello-breyner-coral-1.html"&gt;Coral #1&lt;/a&gt; e&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/08/sophia-de-mello-breyner-coral-2.html"&gt; Coral #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4979159733890480549?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4979159733890480549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4979159733890480549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4979159733890480549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4979159733890480549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/sophia-de-mello-breyner-coral-3.html' title='Sophia de Mello Breyner - Coral #3'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx1hn_fF8_0/TfusUr6m4_I/AAAAAAAABVk/DMtL2IkYZQI/s72-c/Night.Beach-yury-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-2709006471696853075</id><published>2011-09-11T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:05:00.513+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>The Book of Barely Imagined Beings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S5vzBAE-QxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/urAIYs5fISs/s1600-h/The+Book+of+Barely+Imegined+Beings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S5vzBAE-QxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/urAIYs5fISs/s400/The+Book+of+Barely+Imegined+Beings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448215372761023250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ao fazer uma busca diletante na web encontrei um blog que de alguma forma se relaciona com o meu. Chama-se &lt;a href="http://barelyimaginedbeings.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Book of Barely Imagined Beings - a 21st Century Bestiary&lt;/a&gt;, relaciona animais com história e ciência (em especial inteligência artificial) e parece fazer parte de um projecto literário maior. Tão interessantes como os posts são os links que o autor, Caspar Henderson, disponibiliza.&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/8840608824529404097-2709006471696853075?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/2709006471696853075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=2709006471696853075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2709006471696853075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2709006471696853075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-of-barely-imagined-beings.html' title='The Book of Barely Imagined Beings'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S5vzBAE-QxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/urAIYs5fISs/s72-c/The+Book+of+Barely+Imegined+Beings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1788969895893719779</id><published>2011-09-08T22:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:42:02.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Pintassilgo - Fabritius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ63GsXi6eo/TmS5mFCEGBI/AAAAAAAABZo/NHJ3d7Cm42s/s1600/The%2BGoldfinch%252C%2Bby%2BCarel%2BFabritius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:blohttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifck; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ63GsXi6eo/TmS5mFCEGBI/AAAAAAAABZo/NHJ3d7Cm42s/s400/The%2BGoldfinch%252C%2Bby%2BCarel%2BFabritius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648843896466446354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" com="" img="" gife="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carel Fabritius&lt;/span&gt; (1622-1654)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mauritshuis.nl/index.aspx?chapterid=2341&amp;amp;contentID=18308&amp;amp;SchilderijSsOtName=Titel&amp;amp;SchilderijSsOv=The%20goldfinch%"&gt;O pintassilgo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 1654&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Óleo sobre madeira, 34 x 23 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mauritshuis (&lt;a href="http://www.mauritshuis.nl/index.aspx?siteid=54"&gt;Royal Picture Gallery&lt;/a&gt;), Haia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Representado contra um fundo cremoso, um pequeno pintassilgo descansa sobre um poleiro verde. Parece de tal modo real que apetece ir lá tocá-lo. A simplicidade e a intimidade desta pequena pintura quase ofuscam a técnica &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tromp l'oeil&lt;/span&gt; com que foi pintada. Fabritius foi o mais brilhante dos alunos de &lt;a href="http://www.rembrandtpainting.net/"&gt;Rembrandt&lt;/a&gt;. No entanto, ao contrário da técnica do seu mestre de pintar a luz contra a sombra, ele pintou objectos escuros em fundos claros.  Fabritius prestava grande atenção ao rigor visual. Esta particularidade do seu trabalho pode ter inspirado o artista &lt;a href="http://www.essentialvermeer.com/"&gt;Jan Vermeer&lt;/a&gt;, que foi seu aluno. A composição cuidada da obra que aqui se apresenta e a sua simplicidade espantosa deixam, de certo modo, antever a obra de Vermeer. Fabritius morreu tragicamente, na explosão de um paiol de pólvora, em Delft, quando trabalhava num retrato. Esta obra é uma das poucas que sobreviveram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver também resenção da obra por &lt;a href="http://www.andrewgrahamdixon.com/archive/readArticle/254"&gt;Andrew Graham-Dixon&lt;/a&gt;.&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/8840608824529404097-1788969895893719779?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1788969895893719779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1788969895893719779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1788969895893719779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1788969895893719779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/pintassilgo-fabritius.html' title='Pintassilgo - Fabritius'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ63GsXi6eo/TmS5mFCEGBI/AAAAAAAABZo/NHJ3d7Cm42s/s72-c/The%2BGoldfinch%252C%2Bby%2BCarel%2BFabritius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-192958003744336180</id><published>2011-09-05T12:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:40:49.092+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>S. Brandão e a Baleia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCbL0MfjchI/Tl9YPdVUTLI/AAAAAAAABZg/nkH0CkPteJ0/s1600/S.Brendan_Bestiary.Cambridge.MS%2BIi.IV.26fol54v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="displahttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gify:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCbL0MfjchI/Tl9YPdVUTLI/AAAAAAAABZg/nkH0CkPteJ0/s400/S.Brendan_Bestiary.Cambridge.MS%2BIi.IV.26fol54v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647329480341212338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S.Brandão, Bestiário, Cambridge, Manuscrito Ii.IV.26 Fol. 54v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Padre e monge, S. Brandão nasceu e viveu durante a época do florescimento do cristianismo celta, que ocorreu do século V ao século VII. Nos relatos da vida de &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/saint-brendan-and-whale.html"&gt;Brandão&lt;/a&gt; entrelaçam-se alguns factos reais e grande parte de ficção(...). Sabe-se que viveu e trabalhou sobretudo no Oeste da Irlanda, e que fundou o mosterio de Clonfert, do qual foi abade em ca. 559. Mas a sua fama deve-se às aventuras míticas que foram descritas mais tarde na &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viagem de Brandão&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hs-augsburg.de/%7Eharsch/Chronologia/Lspost10/Brendanus/bre_navi.html"&gt;Navigatio Sancti Brendani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Este conto do século X conta como Brandão e uma companhia de monges navegavam para ocidente sobre o Oceano Atlântico para uma terra prometida - algumas vezes identificada com as Ilhas Canárias, mas que provavelmente é imaginária. Aí se descrevem as façanhas da companhia. Uma das mais notáveis - e o motivo porque Brandão é associado às baleias - foi o seu desembarque nas costas de uma baleia adormecida, que eles pensaram que fosse uma ilha, para celebrarem a missa da Páscoa. Depois da missa acenderam um fogo para prepararem um banquete, mas o grande animal acordou do seu sono e começou a mexer-se para terror dos marinheiros: apressaram-se a ir para os seus navios e fugiram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Hallam&lt;/span&gt; (Coord.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os Santos - como são e como nos ajudam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tradução: Tânia Sofia Rocha&lt;br /&gt;Livros e Livros, 1998, p.151&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iXMKZsr8q-g/TndiCHcOElI/AAAAAAAABaE/C62zJ2UolKc/s1600/Brendan%2526Whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iXMKZsr8q-g/TndiCHcOElI/AAAAAAAABaE/C62zJ2UolKc/s400/Brendan%2526Whale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654095645683618386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harley 3244 f. 60v&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/renzodionigi/5230918334/in/photostream/"&gt; Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-192958003744336180?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/192958003744336180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=192958003744336180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/192958003744336180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/192958003744336180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/s-brandao-e-baleia.html' title='S. Brandão e a Baleia'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCbL0MfjchI/Tl9YPdVUTLI/AAAAAAAABZg/nkH0CkPteJ0/s72-c/S.Brendan_Bestiary.Cambridge.MS%2BIi.IV.26fol54v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4941003861898033269</id><published>2011-09-03T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:20:00.359+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escultura'/><title type='text'>Statuette of a Hippopotamus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_17.9.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_17.9.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Statuette of a Hippopotamus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle Kingdom, Dynasty 12, ca. 1981–1885 b.c.&lt;br /&gt;Egyptian; Middle Egypt, Meir&lt;br /&gt;Faience, H.: 11.2 cm, L.: 20 cm&lt;br /&gt;Gift of Edward S. Harkness, 1917&lt;br /&gt;Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History | &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/"&gt;The Metropolitan Museum of Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/17.9.1"&gt;SEE DESCRIPTION&lt;/a&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-4941003861898033269?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4941003861898033269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4941003861898033269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4941003861898033269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4941003861898033269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/statuette-of-hippopotamus.html' title='Statuette of a Hippopotamus'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3193503328020742138</id><published>2011-08-31T20:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:59:29.138Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>Theatre of Insects - Thomas Moffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lib.udel.edu/ud/spec/exhibits/animals/images/insect-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 768px;" src="http://www.lib.udel.edu/ud/spec/exhibits/animals/images/insect-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Muffet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas Moffett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1553-1604)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insectorum sive minimorum animalium theatrum:&lt;br /&gt;olim ab Edoardo Wottono, Conrado Gesnero, Thomaque Pennio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Londini: ex officinâ typographicâ T. Cotes, 1634.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the first natural history book printed in England. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insectorum&lt;/span&gt; was based largely on unpublished material gathered nearly a century before by Conrad Gessner (1515-1565), one of the earliest natural history writers. Thomas Penny, an entomologist, owned Gessner's manuscript and added to it for fifteen years. After his death, the manuscript was given to Moffett who completed the work. However, the projected work was not published until thirty years after Moffett's death. The published engravings for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insectorum&lt;/span&gt; are among the very few of that era that can be compared to the original drawings because the British Library still holds the original manuscript material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3193503328020742138?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3193503328020742138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3193503328020742138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3193503328020742138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3193503328020742138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/08/theatre-of-insects-thomas-moffet.html' title='Theatre of Insects - Thomas Moffet'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1343123589401248052</id><published>2011-08-27T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:03:00.767+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>Simon's Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HYlD0KXujAk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-1343123589401248052?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1343123589401248052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1343123589401248052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1343123589401248052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1343123589401248052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/08/simons-cat.html' title='Simon&apos;s Cat'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HYlD0KXujAk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-597553834038845798</id><published>2011-08-24T10:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:31:00.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>Babuíno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plilkzWfsRQ/TiaheYgxpPI/AAAAAAAABYU/8_SpmDOAcLI/s1600/Babuino_UlisseAldrovandi_animals_medieval.italian.ilustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plilkzWfsRQ/TiaheYgxpPI/AAAAAAAABYU/8_SpmDOAcLI/s400/Babuino_UlisseAldrovandi_animals_medieval.italian.ilustration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631365927421453554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ulisse Aldrovandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Babuíno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iluminura italiana medieval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já aqui falei anteriormente de &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/06/homens-e-bichos-munthe1.html"&gt;Axel Munthe&lt;/a&gt; (1857-1949). Ele tinha como animal de estimação, entre muitos outros, um babuíno. Hoje tal não seria possível, mas nos finais do século XIX, e antes da génese dos movimentos conservacionistas, era comum possuir espécies exóticas como sinal de ostentação mas sem que isso fosse considerado condenável. Essa experiência de Munthe deu origem ao conto "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ménagerie&lt;/span&gt;", de onde é retirado o seguinte parágrafo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Talvez o babuíno vos pareça horrendo; sabemos, porém, que é puramente subjectiva a apreciação da beleza, e creio probabilíssimo que por seu lado ele nos ache feíssimos a todos nós. Tendes ganas de rir ao encarar o babuíno; mas procurai ao menos que não o perceba, porque os macacos se irritam quando mofam deles. Este velho babuíno é profundamente infeliz; mais inteligente, como é, que os restantes animais da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ménagerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, a sua capacidade de sofrimento é por isso mesmo maior que a deles - já que o sofrimento é função da inteligência de cada um. Só ele atinge a compreensão perfeita do do desesperado da situação em que se vê metido, e a sua incessante actividade de espírito recusa-lhe um relativo esquecimento do mal, que a resignação concede a alguns outros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Axel Munthe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1857-1949)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Homens e Bichos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 3ª Ed. (1963), p.65&lt;br /&gt;Tradução Portuguesa: António Sérgio&lt;br /&gt;Colecção Dois Mundos&lt;br /&gt;Edição Livros do Brasil, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-597553834038845798?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/597553834038845798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=597553834038845798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/597553834038845798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/597553834038845798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/08/babuino.html' title='Babuíno'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plilkzWfsRQ/TiaheYgxpPI/AAAAAAAABYU/8_SpmDOAcLI/s72-c/Babuino_UlisseAldrovandi_animals_medieval.italian.ilustration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4058921949896778405</id><published>2011-08-20T09:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:44:09.489Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>O maior amigo do velho pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_JQEEOgoUeI/Tr1CmsgsnPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Nr7gX3AvWr4/s1600/O.amigo.do.velho.pastor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_JQEEOgoUeI/Tr1CmsgsnPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Nr7gX3AvWr4/s400/O.amigo.do.velho.pastor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673764338107456754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Edwin Henry Landseer&lt;/span&gt; (1802-1873)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O maior amigo do velho pastor&lt;/span&gt;, 1837&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre painel de madeira, 45,7 x 60,9 cm&lt;br /&gt;Victoria and Albert Museum, London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em meados do século XIX, Landseer era o mais bem sucedido pintor animalista de Inglaterra. A sua fama assentava não só na sua extraordinária perícia e técnica mas, especialmente, na sua habilidade para projectar sentimentos humanos e estados de espírito nos animais, "romantizando-os".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Maior Amigo do Velho Pastor&lt;/span&gt; era, sob este aspecto, uma das pinturas mais populares de Landseer. John Ruskin cita-o no primeiro volume do seu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pintores Modernos&lt;/span&gt; como prova da premissa que "a melhor pintura é aquela que transmite à mente do espectador o maior número das maiores ideias".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um caixão fechado jaz em diagonal no centro de uma sala simples, dramatizada por um jogo de luz e sombra. Um cajado no chão lembra a ocupação do falecido. O seu cão está sentado junto ao caixão, descansando desanimadamente a cabeça no lençol que o cobre. Uma vida inteira de confiança e afecto mútuos está concentrada neste motivo, cuja pungência é realçada pela presença de coisas que a morte tornou inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pormenores que aludem à vida do pastor e à tristeza nobre do seu fiel cão, levaram Ruskin a classificar a pintura como "um dos mais perfeitos poemas ou pinturas (uso as palavras como sinónimos) jamais vistas nos tempos modernos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pintura da Era Romântica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Igno F. Walther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Editor)&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Luísa Rodrigues, Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Taschen,1999&lt;/span&gt;, p.82&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4058921949896778405?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4058921949896778405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4058921949896778405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4058921949896778405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4058921949896778405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-maior-amigo-do-velho-pastor.html' title='O maior amigo do velho pastor'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_JQEEOgoUeI/Tr1CmsgsnPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Nr7gX3AvWr4/s72-c/O.amigo.do.velho.pastor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3313474238757423657</id><published>2011-08-16T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:12:01.152+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Sophia de Mello Breyner - Coral #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0IR9nAs3bg/ThGyQZqX41I/AAAAAAAABW8/9RPodMOhKvs/s1600/Owl.in.the.city_artolog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0IR9nAs3bg/ThGyQZqX41I/AAAAAAAABW8/9RPodMOhKvs/s400/Owl.in.the.city_artolog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625473404398723922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouve que estranhos pássaros de noite&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de fronte da janela:&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros de gritos sobreagudos e selvagens&lt;br /&gt;O peito cor de aurora, o bico roxo.&lt;br /&gt;Falam-se de noite, trazem&lt;br /&gt;Dos abismos da noite lenta e quieta&lt;br /&gt;Palavras estridentes e cruéis.&lt;br /&gt;Cravam no luar as suas garras&lt;br /&gt;E a respiração do terror desce&lt;br /&gt;Das suas asas pesadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouve que estranhos pássaros de noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1919-2004)&lt;br /&gt;Coral, 1950&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa: Portugália Editora, s.d., p.57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3313474238757423657?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3313474238757423657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3313474238757423657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3313474238757423657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3313474238757423657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/08/sophia-de-mello-breyner-coral-2.html' title='Sophia de Mello Breyner - Coral #2'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0IR9nAs3bg/ThGyQZqX41I/AAAAAAAABW8/9RPodMOhKvs/s72-c/Owl.in.the.city_artolog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-9024797315349814631</id><published>2011-08-13T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:29:56.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>Micrographia- Robert Hooke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jeffline.jefferson.edu/SML/Archives/Highlights/Microscope/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 246px;" src="http://jeffline.jefferson.edu/SML/Archives/Highlights/Microscope/fly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Hooke&lt;/span&gt; (1635-1703)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Micrographia restaurata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Copper-plates of Dr. Hooke's Wonderful Discoveries by the Microscop.&lt;br /&gt;London: Printed for and sold by J. Bowles, 1745.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The seventeenth century was the beginning of organized scientific thought in Europe. It was the era of Galileo, Isaac Newton and Johannes Kepler. In the seventeenth century, zoology books began to move from bestiaries and mythical beasts into the more rational and organized world of natural science. The most important invention of the seventeenth century in zoology was the microscope, which enabled scientists to see things in a whole new way. The illustration of microscopic discoveries allowed &lt;a href="http://www.rod.beavon.clara.net/robert_hooke.htm"&gt;Robert Hooke&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Micrographia&lt;/span&gt; (1665) to show common insects as never before seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ24gD0zELg/TkZtsR_ijjI/AAAAAAAABZU/Bpn0jJv_lR0/s1600/Micrographia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ24gD0zELg/TkZtsR_ijjI/AAAAAAAABZU/Bpn0jJv_lR0/s400/Micrographia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640316190839705138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Hooke's famous work on the microscope was published in 1665. It is known for its spectacular copperplate engravings of the miniature world, particularly its fold-out plates of insects, and the text itself reinforces the tremendous power of the new microscope. Micrographia restaurata (restored) was a re-issue of Hooke's original plates with an abbreviated and updated commentary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-9024797315349814631?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/9024797315349814631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=9024797315349814631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/9024797315349814631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/9024797315349814631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>ANONANIMAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sT3_jTmL2i0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a sea anemone&lt;br /&gt;The enemy&lt;br /&gt;See a sea anemone&lt;br /&gt;And that'll be the end of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the vicious fish was caught unawares in the tenderest of tendrils&lt;br /&gt;Underneath her tender gills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will become this animal&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly adapted to the music halls&lt;br /&gt;I will become this animal&lt;br /&gt;Anomalous appendages&lt;br /&gt;A non-animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on just a second&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me this one you know&lt;br /&gt;I know this one I know this song&lt;br /&gt;I know this one I love this song&lt;br /&gt;Hold on just a second&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me this one you know&lt;br /&gt;i know this one I know this song&lt;br /&gt;I know this one I love this song&lt;br /&gt;I know this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the stalactites&lt;br /&gt;The troglobites lost their sight&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seemingly innocuous plecostomus&lt;br /&gt;though posthumus&lt;br /&gt;They talk to us&lt;br /&gt;They talk too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a sea anemone&lt;br /&gt;The enemy&lt;br /&gt;See a sea anemone&lt;br /&gt;That'll be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;Vicious fish was caught unawares&lt;br /&gt;In the tend'rest tendrils&lt;br /&gt;Underneath her tender gills and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will become this animal&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly adapted to a music hall&lt;br /&gt;I will become this animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anomalous appendages&lt;br /&gt;A non-animal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-5811260985831066629?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sT3_jTmL2i0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3758339363750335238</id><published>2011-08-03T10:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:47:13.149Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Oficial da Guarda Imperial a Cavalo - Géricault</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmYg6aRbgag/TidSH-awrRI/AAAAAAAABYc/j-om2w0g3W4/s1600/G%25C3%25A9ricault%252C%2Ban%2Bofficer%2Bof%2Bthe%2BChasseurs%2BCommanding%2Ba%2BCharge%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 428px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmYg6aRbgag/TidSH-awrRI/AAAAAAAABYc/j-om2w0g3W4/s400/G%25C3%25A9ricault%252C%2Ban%2Bofficer%2Bof%2Bthe%2BChasseurs%2BCommanding%2Ba%2BCharge%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631560156017896722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/04/corrida-de-cavalos.html"&gt;Théodore Géricault&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1791 – 1824)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oficial da Guarda Imperial a Cavalo (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasseur&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 1812&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Óleo sobre tela, 292 x 194 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Musée du Louvre, Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Géricault participou pela primeira vez na exposição do &lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salon_de_Paris"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Salon de Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; em 1812 com o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oficial da Guarda Imperial a Cavalo&lt;/span&gt;, que o tornou famoso da noite para o dia. O motivo foi originalmente inspirado por um cavalo que se tinha empinado subitamente no meio da multidão numa feira de Saint-Cloud. A visão causou tal impacto a Géricault que nessa mesma noite começou a fazer esboços sobre tela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pintura brilhantemente colorida daí resultante, em vez de representar um indivíduo famoso ou um episódio verídico, personifica o militar e a guerra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per se&lt;/span&gt;. O alazão galopando diagonalmente para o interior da pintura remonta às tradições do barroco, onde Géricault foi também buscar uma abordagem à pintura baseada nos valores expressivos da cor e da luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, nas suas mãos, a cor e a luz foram utilizadas não para glorificar o tema mas para transmitir a sua aparência visual, o sentido de movimento e transitoriedade de uma situação fugazmente vislumbrada. Para a concretização deste objectivo, até a precisão anatómica foi sacrificada, porque nenhum cavaleiro poderia manter-se sobre um cavalo da maneira que Géricault, cujo conhecimento de cavalos e equitação era profundo, aqui descreve. O fundo consiste num plano atmosfericamente agitado, que confere ao ataque do oficial uma aparência misteriosa como se fosse dirigido ao vazio, à intangibilidade, dando-lhe conotações quase cósmicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pintura da Era Romântica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Igno F. Walther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Editor)&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Luísa Rodrigues, Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Taschen,1999&lt;/span&gt;, p.98&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3758339363750335238?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3758339363750335238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3758339363750335238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3758339363750335238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3758339363750335238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/08/oficial-da-guarda-imperial-cavalo.html' title='Oficial da Guarda Imperial a Cavalo - Géricault'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmYg6aRbgag/TidSH-awrRI/AAAAAAAABYc/j-om2w0g3W4/s72-c/G%25C3%25A9ricault%252C%2Ban%2Bofficer%2Bof%2Bthe%2BChasseurs%2BCommanding%2Ba%2BCharge%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-8856990798750717901</id><published>2011-07-31T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:13:12.502+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>O Galo tecendo a manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EL23O7S4G0/TCNS6Cy1X3I/AAAAAAAAB_E/o83ONo5I2n8/s1600/galo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 401px; height: 501px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EL23O7S4G0/TCNS6Cy1X3I/AAAAAAAAB_E/o83ONo5I2n8/s1600/galo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;O Galo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://isabelvacasdecarvalho.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isabel Vacas de Carvalho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 2011&lt;br /&gt;Papel e Acrílico sobre tela, 120 x 150 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um galo sozinho não tece uma manhã:&lt;br /&gt;ele precisará sempre de outros galos.&lt;br /&gt;De um que apanhe esse grito que ele&lt;br /&gt;e o lance a outro; de um  outro  galo&lt;br /&gt;que apanhe o grito de um galo antes&lt;br /&gt;e o lance a outro; e de outros galos&lt;br /&gt;que com muitos outros galos se cruzem&lt;br /&gt;os fios de sol de seus gritos de galo,&lt;br /&gt;para que a manhã, desde uma teia tênue,&lt;br /&gt;se vá tecendo, entre todos os galos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se encorpando em tela, entre todos,&lt;br /&gt;se erguendo tenda, onde entrem todos,&lt;br /&gt;se entretendendo para todos, no toldo&lt;br /&gt;(a manhã) que plana livre de armação.&lt;br /&gt;A manhã, toldo de um tecido tão aéreo&lt;br /&gt;que, tecido, se eleva por si: luz balão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jo%C3%A3o_Cabral_de_Melo_Neto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;João Cabral de Melo Neto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1920-1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tecendo a manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editora Nova Fronteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-8856990798750717901?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/8856990798750717901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=8856990798750717901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8856990798750717901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8856990798750717901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-galo-tecendo-manha.html' title='O Galo tecendo a manhã'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EL23O7S4G0/TCNS6Cy1X3I/AAAAAAAAB_E/o83ONo5I2n8/s72-c/galo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6507292205990649598</id><published>2011-07-28T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:13:00.284+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>European Fish Week Photo Exhibition #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tB3I__7M8U/ThjhFCqqnoI/AAAAAAAABXc/0Y9wH65iabc/s1600/TerryGuilliam%2526SpiderCrab_OCEAN2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tB3I__7M8U/ThjhFCqqnoI/AAAAAAAABXc/0Y9wH65iabc/s400/TerryGuilliam%2526SpiderCrab_OCEAN2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627495211130855042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terry Guilliam &amp;amp; Spider Crab&lt;br /&gt;OCEAN 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocean2012.eu/pages/47-european-fish-week-photo-exhibition"&gt;European Fish Week 2011&lt;/a&gt; - Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;June 4-12 2011&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/8840608824529404097-6507292205990649598?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6507292205990649598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6507292205990649598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6507292205990649598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6507292205990649598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/european-fish-week-photo-exhibition-2.html' title='European Fish Week Photo Exhibition #2'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tB3I__7M8U/ThjhFCqqnoI/AAAAAAAABXc/0Y9wH65iabc/s72-c/TerryGuilliam%2526SpiderCrab_OCEAN2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3614022673037946287</id><published>2011-07-25T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:53:54.845+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Dogs in Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mpIp0Ebao8k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3614022673037946287?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3614022673037946287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3614022673037946287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3614022673037946287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3614022673037946287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/dogs-in-art.html' title='Dogs in Art'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mpIp0Ebao8k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1908048788024902678</id><published>2011-07-21T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:18:16.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Gato Morto - Géricault</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqOxC5qo2R8/Thjj_RzKH5I/AAAAAAAABXk/r-KfOrKtwGY/s1600/Gericault%2B-%2Bgato%2Bmorto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqOxC5qo2R8/Thjj_RzKH5I/AAAAAAAABXk/r-KfOrKtwGY/s400/Gericault%2B-%2Bgato%2Bmorto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627498410648674194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean Louis André Théodore Géricault &lt;/span&gt;(França, 1791 – 1824)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Gato Morto (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Chat Mort&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, c.1820&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Óleo sobre Tela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Musée du Louvre, Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O pintor do Romântico Theodore Géricault, autor do assombroso “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Raft_of_the_Medusa"&gt;Jangada do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;” e mestre de Delacroix, pintou em 1820 um gato morto. Não é um motivo romântico, diga-se, e a comparação com o “&lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/04/agnus-dei-zurbaran.html"&gt;Agnus Dei&lt;/a&gt;” de Zurbarán torna-se inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O realismo sem precedentes dos seus retratos e pinturas de animais fundamentava-se num intensivo estudo da vida - no campo, em &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/04/corrida-de-cavalos.html"&gt;corridas de cavalos&lt;/a&gt;, em estábulos e em festividades públicas. Se Géricault não tivesse intitulado o quadro, alguém mais jovial ou distraído poderia pensar tratar-se do instantâneo de um preguiçoso felino. Sem recorrer a eufemismos estéticos, o autor não nos apresenta o animal dignamente amortalhado num ambiente bucólico mas sim numa sala escura e vazia, pendendo na esquina de um estreito móvel, insuficiente para o suster condignamente. Géricault não nos deixa dúvidas: a natureza neste caso limita-se a um gato. Morto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar desta aparente crueza, o quadro prende-nos pelo seu pendor realista. Nada nos distrai da presença cadavérica do gato cinza malhado que parece pender para além da superfície do quadro, muito perto de nós. Géricault consegue transmitir esta sensação de tridimensionalidade através da técnica de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trompe_l%E2%80%99oeil"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trompe l’oeil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;que magnifica os contrastes entre o animal e fundo. Observe-o demoradamente: o gato, tombado em decúbito lateral, projecta o seu membro anterior direito na nossa direcção que galga os limites bidimensionais da tela até nos alcançar. Temos a sensação de lhe podermos amparar a cabeça inerte e fechar a boca entreaberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O realismo cru de “Gato morto” eleva-o ao estatuto de quase humano e provoca em nós um vazio que se projecta na opacidade negra do fundo. A sensibilidade de quem vê torna o gato vivo e a sua humanidade emociona-nos. Apaixonado por cavalos e pela equitação, Géricault morreu muito novo, aos 32 anos, em consequência de um grave acidente a cavalo que o deixou em sofrimento durante quase um ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-1908048788024902678?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1908048788024902678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1908048788024902678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1908048788024902678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1908048788024902678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/gato-morto-gericault.html' title='Gato Morto - Géricault'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqOxC5qo2R8/Thjj_RzKH5I/AAAAAAAABXk/r-KfOrKtwGY/s72-c/Gericault%2B-%2Bgato%2Bmorto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1548644835271467897</id><published>2011-07-18T23:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:54:58.472Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>'Lost' Frog Found on Borneo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tachyr14Fm0/Tr1FS1P8hKI/AAAAAAAABdc/Id1BmEpLYVk/s1600/sn-frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tachyr14Fm0/Tr1FS1P8hKI/AAAAAAAABdc/Id1BmEpLYVk/s400/sn-frog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673767295390614690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://news.sciencemag.org/sciencenow/2011/07/scienceshot-lost-frog-found-on-b.html?etoc&amp;amp;elq=17e0a83d7dfb42bf805751f92820c95e"&gt;Read the story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-1548644835271467897?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1548644835271467897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1548644835271467897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1548644835271467897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1548644835271467897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-frog-found-on-borneo.html' title='&apos;Lost&apos; Frog Found on Borneo'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tachyr14Fm0/Tr1FS1P8hKI/AAAAAAAABdc/Id1BmEpLYVk/s72-c/sn-frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-7478565615872397711</id><published>2011-07-15T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:38:00.977+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>La Fontaine - The grasshopper and the Ant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydklk_gQFE0/TdUPgByonvI/AAAAAAAABSM/QAUakI1VF2s/s1600/fontaine_grasshopper_spread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydklk_gQFE0/TdUPgByonvI/AAAAAAAABSM/QAUakI1VF2s/s400/fontaine_grasshopper_spread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608405953870864114" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lindisfarne.org/detail.html?session=5927308e799578503fc110ffdfbb2670&amp;amp;id=9780863155710"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-7478565615872397711?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/7478565615872397711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=7478565615872397711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7478565615872397711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7478565615872397711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-fontaine-grasshopper-and-ant.html' title='La Fontaine - The grasshopper and the Ant'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydklk_gQFE0/TdUPgByonvI/AAAAAAAABSM/QAUakI1VF2s/s72-c/fontaine_grasshopper_spread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3383780247555364194</id><published>2011-07-12T22:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:35:51.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Sanfermines - Pamplona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvBJRdIkoA4/Thy-INyrDjI/AAAAAAAABYA/TQVpKkgEqFg/s1600/Sanfermines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvBJRdIkoA4/Thy-INyrDjI/AAAAAAAABYA/TQVpKkgEqFg/s400/Sanfermines.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628582682656706098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver &lt;a href="http://www.sanfermin.com/index.php/es/sf11/12-julio"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt; ou a fotogaleria FUGAS &lt;a href="http://fugas.publico.pt/Fotogaleria/289349_a-frente-dos-touros-em-pamplona/Foto/10"&gt;À frente dos touros em Pamplona&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3383780247555364194?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3383780247555364194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3383780247555364194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3383780247555364194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3383780247555364194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2010/03/sanfermines-pamplona.html' title='Sanfermines - Pamplona'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvBJRdIkoA4/Thy-INyrDjI/AAAAAAAABYA/TQVpKkgEqFg/s72-c/Sanfermines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3532955489239800316</id><published>2011-07-09T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:12:01.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Deitados aos meus pés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUb6-MX7LbM/ThLknXsugvI/AAAAAAAABXE/ygVX9YbzrU0/s1600/landseerSleepingBloodhound-1835%252C1016x1270oleo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUb6-MX7LbM/ThLknXsugvI/AAAAAAAABXE/ygVX9YbzrU0/s400/landseerSleepingBloodhound-1835%252C1016x1270oleo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625810249566814962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Edwin Henry Landseer&lt;/span&gt; (1802-1873)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping Bloodhound&lt;/span&gt;, 1835&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre tela 101,6 x 127,0 cm&lt;br /&gt;Tate Gallery, London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“(…) deitados aos meus pés, olhavam-me com olhos líquidos de amor e devoção, mas que sabem os cães das tormentas e amores dos humanos? Dão-lhes uma devoção sem limites, são as testemunhas mudas das nossas inquietações e perguntam-nos com os olhos fiéis: que podemos nós fazer para que voltes a acariciar-nos, a correr connosco, a atirar-nos um osso, a deixar-nos enrolar no sofá?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; Quénia – um leve sopro do destino, de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Helena Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado à Sónia da Veiga pela ideia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3532955489239800316?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3532955489239800316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3532955489239800316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3532955489239800316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3532955489239800316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/deitados-aos-meus-pes.html' title='Deitados aos meus pés'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUb6-MX7LbM/ThLknXsugvI/AAAAAAAABXE/ygVX9YbzrU0/s72-c/landseerSleepingBloodhound-1835%252C1016x1270oleo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-220361415231637711</id><published>2011-07-06T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:38:00.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Animais de Estimação: Estação Imagem /Mora 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtuN27XioZg/Tf9pjqZ_rlI/AAAAAAAABV0/I38RwYEhW-A/s1600/Valter.Vinagre.Animais%2Bde%2BEstima%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtuN27XioZg/Tf9pjqZ_rlI/AAAAAAAABV0/I38RwYEhW-A/s400/Valter.Vinagre.Animais%2Bde%2BEstima%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620326921381326418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valter Vinagre&lt;/span&gt;: Reportagem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animais de Estimação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2º Prémio Ambiente &lt;a href="http://www.estacao-imagem.com/"&gt;Estação Imagem / Mora&lt;/a&gt; 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exposição Fotojornalismo 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cpf.pt/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Centro Português de Fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antiga Cadeia da Relação, Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18 Junho - 25 Setembro 2011&lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-220361415231637711?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/220361415231637711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=220361415231637711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/220361415231637711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/220361415231637711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/animais-de-estimacao-estacao-imagem.html' title='Animais de Estimação: Estação Imagem /Mora 2011'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtuN27XioZg/Tf9pjqZ_rlI/AAAAAAAABV0/I38RwYEhW-A/s72-c/Valter.Vinagre.Animais%2Bde%2BEstima%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-927084120808641176</id><published>2011-07-03T10:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T12:32:59.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Arte minóica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ancient-greece.org/images/museums/heraklion-mus/images/154_5467b_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.ancient-greece.org/images/museums/heraklion-mus/images/154_5467b_jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coevos dos egípcios, mas só desvendados em finais do século XIX, os habitantes de Creta desenvolveram uma das primeiras e mais isoladas civilizações mediterrâneas. A civilização minóica remonta à idade do Bronze antes, portanto, da grega ou da micénica. Apesar de serem civilizações distintas, a cultura minóica inspirou a helénica com as suas crenças e mitos, como é o caso da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotauro"&gt;lenda do Minotauro&lt;/a&gt;. Terá sido em Creta numa gruta do monte Ida que nasceu Zeus, o Deus dos deuses e pai de Minos, rei mítico da Ilha de Creta e que deu o nome a esta civilização.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HgxjzUZOwo/TfuW3aVRzUI/AAAAAAAABVM/0suIH8cVs5A/s1600/Fresco%2Bdas%2BPerdizes%2BPavilh%25C3%25A3o%2Bdos%2Bh%25C3%25B3spedes%252C%2BPal%25C3%25A1cio%2BCnossos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HgxjzUZOwo/TfuW3aVRzUI/AAAAAAAABVM/0suIH8cVs5A/s400/Fresco%2Bdas%2BPerdizes%2BPavilh%25C3%25A3o%2Bdos%2Bh%25C3%25B3spedes%252C%2BPal%25C3%25A1cio%2BCnossos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619250838780366146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupando uma posição estratégica no Mar Mediterrâneo e na confluência dos três continentes na altura conhecidos, a civilização minóica era extremamente evoluída como provam as ruínas de numerosos palácios e o domínio da arte de navegação. Mas veio a sucumbir devido a guerras e a erupções vulcânicas devastadoras na bacia do Mediterrâneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S05n_OY037Y/TfuVA4EGMqI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z4a_VXuQhjo/s1600/Fresco%2Bdos%2BGolfinhos%252C%2BSala%2BBanhos%252C%2BPal%25C3%25A1cio%2BKnossos%252C%2BCreta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S05n_OY037Y/TfuVA4EGMqI/AAAAAAAABVE/Z4a_VXuQhjo/s400/Fresco%2Bdos%2BGolfinhos%252C%2BSala%2BBanhos%252C%2BPal%25C3%25A1cio%2BKnossos%252C%2BCreta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619248802356933282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.ancient-greece.org/archaeology/knossos.html"&gt;Palácio de Cnossos&lt;/a&gt; foi o único que sobreviveu, após sucessivas reconstruções através dos tempos. Neste palácio podemos ainda apreciar pinturas murais que retratam golfinhos, perdizes e cenas tauromáquicas. Usando uma técnica mista de fresco e têmpera, os golfinhos foram retratados com cores puras e profundas nadando em harmonia com pequenos peixes. Retratam  golfinhos-riscados (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stenella coeruleoalba&lt;/span&gt;) aos quais o artista tomou a liberdade de acrescentar um bico de pato e listras vermelhas longitudinais. O golfinho-riscado do Mar Mediterrâneo, &lt;a href="http://www.iucnredlist.org/apps/redlist/details/20731/0"&gt;apesar de não ser uma espécie ameaçada&lt;/a&gt;, sofre uma crescente pressão devido a doenças, poluição e captura acidental em redes de pesca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-927084120808641176?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/927084120808641176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=927084120808641176' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/927084120808641176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/927084120808641176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/07/arte-minoica.html' title='Arte minóica'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HgxjzUZOwo/TfuW3aVRzUI/AAAAAAAABVM/0suIH8cVs5A/s72-c/Fresco%2Bdas%2BPerdizes%2BPavilh%25C3%25A3o%2Bdos%2Bh%25C3%25B3spedes%252C%2BPal%25C3%25A1cio%2BCnossos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3346475050349608482</id><published>2011-06-30T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:58:35.778+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><title type='text'>The Wind in the Millows</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jcrevFlZKjg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The opening titles to the 1980s Cosgrove-Hall television series of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wind_in_the_Willows"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wind In The Willows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; based on the characters in Kenneth Grahame's novel and a spin-off of the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22390%22%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/embed/1pKVVmmp4N0%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;movie-length version&lt;/a&gt; of the book produced by Cosgrove-Hall in 1983. The theme tune is sung by the wonderful Ralph McTell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3346475050349608482?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3346475050349608482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3346475050349608482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3346475050349608482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3346475050349608482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/wind-in-millows.html' title='The Wind in the Millows'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jcrevFlZKjg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5712443585981092905</id><published>2011-06-27T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:09:00.207+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>O Mocho e o Lobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWkDU4MsFAQ/TgRywQGyNWI/AAAAAAAABV8/bG-62Zzj2Ls/s1600/o.mocho.e.o.lobo_SPEA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif10http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifpx; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWkDU4MsFAQ/TgRywQGyNWI/AAAAAAAABV8/bG-62Zzj2Ls/s400/o.mocho.e.o.lobo_SPEA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621744408147932514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.spea.pt/pt/participar/grupos-de-trabalho/aves-nocturnas/"&gt;Grupo de Trabalho de Aves Nocturnas&lt;/a&gt; da SPEA apresenta algumas histórias, lendas e ditados populares sobre mochos, corujas e outras aves nocturnas. Aproveite as noites quentes de Verão e tenha um serão à antiga, em família - O mocho e o lobo, conto popular português, é uma boa forma de começar. E já agora, um desafio - partilhe as suas histórias, ajudando a desfazer mitos antigos, e envie-as para &lt;a href="mailto:%20nocturnas@spea.pt"&gt;nocturnas@spea.pt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-5712443585981092905?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5712443585981092905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5712443585981092905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5712443585981092905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5712443585981092905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-mocho-e-o-lobo.html' title='O Mocho e o Lobo'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWkDU4MsFAQ/TgRywQGyNWI/AAAAAAAABV8/bG-62Zzj2Ls/s72-c/o.mocho.e.o.lobo_SPEA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1155505585650866070</id><published>2011-06-24T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:08:05.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Prémio Estação Imagem / Mora 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1MdNEEu9Ho/Tf9n4Y2rx7I/AAAAAAAABVs/BXSeWMXUd_A/s1600/Nelson.Aires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1MdNEEu9Ho/Tf9n4Y2rx7I/AAAAAAAABVs/BXSeWMXUd_A/s400/Nelson.Aires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620325078423816114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nelson Aires&lt;/span&gt;: Reportagem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leandro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prémio &lt;a href="http://www.estacao-imagem.com/"&gt;Estação Imagem / Mora&lt;/a&gt; 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cpf.pt/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Centro Português de Fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antiga Cadeia da Relação, Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18 Junho - 25 Setembro 2011&lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-1155505585650866070?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1155505585650866070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1155505585650866070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1155505585650866070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1155505585650866070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/premio-estacao-imagem-mora-2011.html' title='Prémio Estação Imagem / Mora 2011'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1MdNEEu9Ho/Tf9n4Y2rx7I/AAAAAAAABVs/BXSeWMXUd_A/s72-c/Nelson.Aires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4597466112410193180</id><published>2011-06-20T16:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:10:08.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Leão medieval - Villard de Honnecourt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXfZK_y6FAg/TfubIooM3gI/AAAAAAAABVU/HnkUkWiLSoI/s1600/VillardDeHonnecourtLeaodesenhadoVivo%252C1235%252CBiblNatParis24x16c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXfZK_y6FAg/TfubIooM3gI/AAAAAAAABVU/HnkUkWiLSoI/s400/VillardDeHonnecourtLeaodesenhadoVivo%252C1235%252CBiblNatParis24x16c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619255532722118146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Villard de Honnecourt&lt;/span&gt; (França, ca. 1225 - ca. 1250)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leão Desenhado Vivo,&lt;/span&gt; 1235&lt;br /&gt;Caneta em Pergaminho, 24 x 16 cm&lt;br /&gt;Bibliothèque National de Paris, França&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos no Séc XIII, em plena Idade Média. O Renascimento europeu ainda levaria mais duzentos anos a chegar e a criação artística centra-se na construção de imponentes catedrais e na arte sacra a elas associada. O artista ou se quisermos, o artífice, não representa o que vê, mas antes constrói o seu trabalho para ilustrar a visão dogmática do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É neste contexto que o francês &lt;a href="http://www.villardman.net/bibliography/bibliog.html"&gt;Villiard de Honnecourt&lt;/a&gt; se entretem a desenhar um leão, de frente e de perfil. Nos caracteres inscritos na perpendicular do desenho de perfil, o autor assegura-nos que o animal foi pintado em vida. Embora possa não ser verdade, esta garantia serve para informar o homem medieval de que não se trata de um animal mitológico, fruto da fantasia, mas antes de uma experiência real do artista. O estilo é simples mas fiel. A proporção da fera em relação ao domador e aos seus cães é credível e Villiard de Honnecourt não se perde em pormenores grotescos ou bizarros mas limita-se a retratar a besta aprisionada, para gáudio da população. Tendo em conta que estamos em 1235, é surpreendente a representação naturalista de tão temido felino e que só encontrará paralelo no &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2009/02/historia-de-ganda.html"&gt;rinoceronte de Dürer&lt;/a&gt;, duzentos e oitenta anos mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nl1shd5Fw3s/TfubV4L9wfI/AAAAAAAABVc/dvX1wEOuZN8/s1600/LeaoVistoDeFrente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nl1shd5Fw3s/TfubV4L9wfI/AAAAAAAABVc/dvX1wEOuZN8/s400/LeaoVistoDeFrente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619255760236954098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As imagens aqui representadas pertencem a um &lt;a href="http://www.villardman.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;portfolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de 33 folhas em pergaminho, uma espécie de diário de viagem, onde este diletante personagem medieval desenhou de forma dispersa e não sistemática animais, figuras humanas, edifícios, monumentos e engenhos diversos. Pouco se sabe quer sobre a vida do seu autor quer sobre a razão que o levou a realizar e compilar estes desenhos e inscrições. Postulou-se que seria arquitecto ou clérigo mas são apenas conjecturas feitas a partir do conteúdo desta colecção de esquiços que sobreviveu, incompleta, ao passar dos séculos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4597466112410193180?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4597466112410193180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4597466112410193180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4597466112410193180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4597466112410193180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/leao-medieval.html' title='Leão medieval - Villard de Honnecourt'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXfZK_y6FAg/TfubIooM3gI/AAAAAAAABVU/HnkUkWiLSoI/s72-c/VillardDeHonnecourtLeaodesenhadoVivo%252C1235%252CBiblNatParis24x16c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-2975576553973031626</id><published>2011-06-17T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:29:00.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Sophia de Mello Breyner - Coral #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blRKLdgywuw/TfqPvDPnI-I/AAAAAAAABU8/PrISGlASolE/s1600/Seagull_paulbruins.co.za.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px autohttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blRKLdgywuw/TfqPvDPnI-I/AAAAAAAABU8/PrISGlASolE/s400/Seagull_paulbruins.co.za.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618961523585524706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credits: Paul Bruins. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/panorama_paul/"&gt;See more photos from author&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia do mar no ar, construído&lt;br /&gt;Com sombras de cavalos e de plumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia do mar no meu quarto - cubo&lt;br /&gt;Onde os meus gestos sonâmbulos deslizam&lt;br /&gt;Entre o animal e a flor como medusas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia do mar no ar, dia alto&lt;br /&gt;Onde os meus gestos são gaivotas que se perdem&lt;br /&gt;Rolando sobre as ondas, sobre as nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dia do mar no ar, construído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1919-2004)&lt;br /&gt;Coral, 1950&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa: Portugália Editora, s.d., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-2975576553973031626?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/2975576553973031626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=2975576553973031626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2975576553973031626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/2975576553973031626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/sophia-de-mello-breyner-coral-1.html' title='Sophia de Mello Breyner - Coral #1'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blRKLdgywuw/TfqPvDPnI-I/AAAAAAAABU8/PrISGlASolE/s72-c/Seagull_paulbruins.co.za.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6794607281829333644</id><published>2011-06-14T21:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:29:46.677Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Saint Brendan and the Whale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pyroskin.com.ua/upload/iblock/511/st-brendan-island-whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 324px;" src="http://www.pyroskin.com.ua/upload/iblock/511/st-brendan-island-whale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Engraving, Navigatio Sancti Brendani ,XVI Century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pre-Columbian voyages to the Garden of America - by the Phoenicians, the Vikings, the Irish, the Greeks (Euphemus the Greek navigator in the 2nd century ACE) the Welsh (Madoc), the Chinese (as found in the Shan Hai King or Shanhai Jing, adapted, enlarged, engorged fictional classic some 3,000 years old), the Japanese and English - mostly have frothy, creamy icings over a rich, textured legend.  One of the frothiest belongs to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brendan"&gt;Saint Brendan&lt;/a&gt; (c. 484 – c. 577), the Irish priest (called "the Navigator", "the Voyager", or "the Bold") whose &lt;a href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/09/s-brandao-e-baleia.html"&gt;voyage to America&lt;/a&gt; was particularly enhanced and layered as he arrived on the back of a whale sometime in the 530’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-6794607281829333644?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6794607281829333644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6794607281829333644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6794607281829333644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6794607281829333644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/saint-brendan-and-whale.html' title='Saint Brendan and the Whale'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6448164496546198615</id><published>2011-06-11T01:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:49:30.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>A Salamandra e o Fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mal conhecidos ou ignorados durante séculos, os anfíbios passaram a ser encarados a partir da Idade Média como uma fonte de medos e crenças, frequentemente conotados na cultura judaico-cristã como seres diabólicos e ingredientes de bruxaria. Os mitos sobre anfíbios foram-se propagando e povoando a sociedade com imagens negativas e aversão. Apesar destas crenças carecerem de qualquer significado biológico, e de poderem ser facilmente desmontadas pela ciência, perduraram até aos dias de hoje. Em muitas regiões rurais continua a acreditar-se que os anfíbios são responsáveis por males de pele, mau olhado e prejuízos para a agricultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gliving.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/fire-salamander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 318px;" src="http://gliving.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/fire-salamander.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://anfibioserepteis.blogspot.com/search/label/03%20-%20Salamandra%20de%20pintas%20amarelas"&gt;salamandra&lt;/a&gt;, em particular, preserva uma imagem diabólica, associada aos segredos dos alquimistas e ao fogo. Em muitos mitos, acredita-se que estes animais da família dos Urudelos nasçam do fogo, que possam atravessá-lo sem se queimar e até alimentar-se dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brocku.ca/researchers/glenn_tattersall/images/salamanderfirefull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 436px; height: 419px;" src="http://www.brocku.ca/researchers/glenn_tattersall/images/salamanderfirefull.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na realidade, a salamandra gosta de se esconder em troncos ocos para perservar a humidade da pele, e dos quais foge rapidamente quando são incendiados, dando a falsa sensação de "surgir do fogo". Esta é também a origem do nome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salamandra&lt;/span&gt; para os tradicionais recuperadores de calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Noutros mitos, a salamandra é considerada muito venenosa, capaz de envenenar para sempre a água de um poço e matando todos os que dela beberem. De facto, a pele possui glândulas que segregam substâncias tóxicas, mas que só se libertam se o animal for atacado e não representam um perigo para o homem Não é difícil de imaginar, no entanto, que este ser furtivo e viscoso fosse considerado culpado por intoxicações causadas pelo consumo de águas inquinadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OjTHYgfn3c/TezyakZoyyI/AAAAAAAABT8/ZeLe485bZ64/s1600/Salamander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OjTHYgfn3c/TezyakZoyyI/AAAAAAAABT8/ZeLe485bZ64/s400/Salamander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615129373685893922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A imagem de um homem deitado sob uma árvore, cuja origem não pude determinar, relaciona-se com a iconografia cristã da Árvore de Jessé. Uma salamandra - que mais parece um dragão - emerge de um fogo e sobe à árvore para corromper os seus frutos. Um homem come o fruto da árvore e cai, envenenado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-6448164496546198615?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6448164496546198615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6448164496546198615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6448164496546198615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6448164496546198615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/salamandra-e-o-fogo.html' title='A Salamandra e o Fogo'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_OjTHYgfn3c/TezyakZoyyI/AAAAAAAABT8/ZeLe485bZ64/s72-c/Salamander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1935932096388355043</id><published>2011-06-08T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:15:07.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Fé nos Burros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEjDLZukFEQ/Te1CNizLeGI/AAAAAAAABUE/S05Nbhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifbV-1vI/s1600/F%25C3%25A9.nos.burros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEjDLZukFEQ/Te1CNizLeGI/AAAAAAAABUE/S05NbbV-1vI/s400/F%25C3%25A9.nos.burros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615217110848075874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Fotógrafo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João Pedro Marnoto&lt;/span&gt; tem andado por Trás-os-Montes, de aldeia em aldeia, atrás do gado asinino, e o resultado é o livro de retratos &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fenosburros.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fé nos Burros&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O Projecto conta com a colaboração da &lt;a href="http://www.aepga.pt/portal/PT/60/default.aspx"&gt;Associação para o Estudo e Protecção do Gado Asinino&lt;/a&gt;. Vejam também a reportagem da Teresa Firmino no suplemento P2 do jornal Público de 6 junho 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-1935932096388355043?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1935932096388355043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1935932096388355043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1935932096388355043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1935932096388355043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/fe-nos-burros.html' title='Fé nos Burros'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEjDLZukFEQ/Te1CNizLeGI/AAAAAAAABUE/S05NbbV-1vI/s72-c/F%25C3%25A9.nos.burros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-8198809253179155285</id><published>2011-06-05T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:17:00.227+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><title type='text'>I AM AN ANIMAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/7400277?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" frameborder="0" height="265"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7400277"&gt;I AM&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/tronicstudio"&gt;TronicStudio&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tronic directed and animated this spot on the loss of nature in our increasingly man-made landscape. I AM shows a bleak future, where animals, now a recent memory, are constructed from detritus. This is their plea to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-8198809253179155285?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/8198809253179155285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=8198809253179155285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8198809253179155285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8198809253179155285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-animal.html' title='I AM AN ANIMAL'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4752697619347792217</id><published>2011-06-03T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:05:00.536+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>European Fish Week Photo Exhibition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RepXGiY6SXI/TefDGotz3pI/AAAAAAAABTw/AF-W8Pl4E04/s1600/Discard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RepXGiY6SXI/TefDGotz3pI/AAAAAAAABTw/AF-W8Pl4E04/s400/Discard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669979316805266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sample of common bycatch species from a prawn trawler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A wide range of species are caught unintentionally during a typical three hour trawl. These animals are discarded dead or dying. As well as being an incredible waste of fish, bycatch severely disturbs the composition of marine environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocean2012.eu/"&gt;European Fish Week 2011&lt;/a&gt; - Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 4-12 2011&lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-4752697619347792217?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4752697619347792217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4752697619347792217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4752697619347792217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4752697619347792217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/06/european-fish-week-photo-exhibition.html' title='European Fish Week Photo Exhibition'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RepXGiY6SXI/TefDGotz3pI/AAAAAAAABTw/AF-W8Pl4E04/s72-c/Discard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1985678521826766472</id><published>2011-05-31T10:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:47:49.851+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>A lenda de S. Jorge e o Dragão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGhEkgH29-U/TeEKqGMtN3I/AAAAAAAABSw/whRf3KI1ItE/s1600/Uccello%2Bst-georgeandthedragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGhEkgH29-U/TeEKqGMtN3I/AAAAAAAABSw/whRf3KI1ItE/s400/Uccello%2Bst-georgeandthedragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611778329015039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paolo Ucello&lt;/span&gt; (1397-1475)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A luta de S. Jorge contra o Dragão&lt;/span&gt;, c.1470&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre tela,  57 x 73 cm&lt;br /&gt;National Gallery, Londres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jorge foi um soldado-santo, venerado no Leste logo após ter sido decapitado na Palestina devido à sua fé. Apesar da sua popularidade muito divulgada como personificação da cavalaria cristã, o seu martírio é o único acontecimento da sua vida que pode ser aceite como facto histórico. Das muitas lendas que o rodeiam, a mais conhecida é a da sua batalha com um dragão quando se dirigia para a Terra Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com a Tradição, os cidadãos de Silene, na Líbia, eram aterrorizados por um dragão que vivia num lago ou pântano, envenenando o ar da cidade com a sua respiração. Para acalmar o monstro, os Silenenses ofereciam-lhe primeiro duas ovelhas por dia e depois duas crianças, que eram escolhidas por sorteio. A filha do rei, a princesa Cleolinda, acabou por ser também escolhida. Quando caminhava para o dragão, vestida como noiva, encontrou Jorge que prometeu salvá-la pelo poder de Jesus Cristo. Atravessou o dragão com a lança e, usando o cinto de Cleolinda como trela, levou-o à cidade como se fosse um cão doméstico, matando-o depois. Gratos pela libertação de Silene, 15 mil homens forma baptizados nesse mesmo dia. Jorge deu a sua recompensa à Igreja, aos padres e aos pobres e continuou a sua viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora fosse conhecido em Inglaterra e na Irlanda nos Séc. VIII e IX, a sua popularidade e o seu padroado dos soldados ficaram firmemente estabelecidos no Séc. XI quando os cruzados que regressavam descreverem que ele tinha aparecido ao exército cristão numa visão antes da derrota dos sarracenos em 1098. Foi adoptado como Santo Padroeiro de Inglaterra no Séc. XIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Hallam&lt;/span&gt; (Coord.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os Santos - como são e como nos ajudam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tradução: Tânia Sofia Rocha&lt;br /&gt;Livros e Livros, 1998, p.88&lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-1985678521826766472?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1985678521826766472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1985678521826766472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1985678521826766472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1985678521826766472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/lenda-de-s-jorge-e-o-dragao.html' title='A lenda de S. Jorge e o Dragão'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGhEkgH29-U/TeEKqGMtN3I/AAAAAAAABSw/whRf3KI1ItE/s72-c/Uccello%2Bst-georgeandthedragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4434750065426121629</id><published>2011-05-28T13:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:43:19.175+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>La Fontaine - The Crow and the Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wg3-6WIDas/TeKFksIVa9I/AAAAAAAABS4/G352DUrp8mg/s1600/fontaine_crow_fox_spread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wg3-6WIDas/TeKFksIVa9I/AAAAAAAABS4/G352DUrp8mg/s400/fontaine_crow_fox_spread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612194951024962514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lindisfarne.org/detail.html?session=5927308e799578503fc110ffdfbb2670&amp;amp;id=9780863155710"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-4434750065426121629?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4434750065426121629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4434750065426121629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4434750065426121629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4434750065426121629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-fontaine-crow-and-fox.html' title='La Fontaine - The Crow and the Fox'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wg3-6WIDas/TeKFksIVa9I/AAAAAAAABS4/G352DUrp8mg/s72-c/fontaine_crow_fox_spread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-1346897152000199996</id><published>2011-05-25T12:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:07:16.660+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>Audubon - The Birds of America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qbDUrQShVg/Tdzu8-LWtOI/AAAAAAAABSk/LdgMtmzcKcU/s1600/aud-blujt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qbDUrQShVg/Tdzu8-LWtOI/AAAAAAAABSk/LdgMtmzcKcU/s400/aud-blujt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610621967046980834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;John James Audubon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 1785-1851.&lt;br /&gt;Blue Jay (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Corvus cristatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;), Plate 231&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web4.audubon.org/bird/BoA/BOA_index.html"&gt;The Birds of America&lt;/a&gt;: From Original Drawings&lt;br /&gt;Reissued by J. W. Audubon; chromolithography by J. Bien.&lt;br /&gt;New York: Roe Lockwood &amp;amp; Son, 1860.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-1346897152000199996?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/1346897152000199996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=1346897152000199996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1346897152000199996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/1346897152000199996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/audubon-birds-of-america.html' title='Audubon - The Birds of America'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qbDUrQShVg/Tdzu8-LWtOI/AAAAAAAABSk/LdgMtmzcKcU/s72-c/aud-blujt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4815919748118789820</id><published>2011-05-22T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:30:00.844+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>La Fontaine - A Garça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQXffEXSM0c/TdTjyTvlJ-I/AAAAAAAABR8/rhal56Ba0LU/s1600/Five.egrets.SHOSON.1927.36x24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQXffEXSM0c/TdTjyTvlJ-I/AAAAAAAABR8/rhal56Ba0LU/s400/Five.egrets.SHOSON.1927.36x24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608357889415915490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohara Shoson&lt;/span&gt; (1877-1945)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinco garças na neve&lt;/span&gt; , 1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xilogravura, 36 x 24 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Garça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela margem dum rio passeia a garça;&lt;br /&gt;Nas águas transparentes vê brincando&lt;br /&gt;Dona Carpa e Dom Lúcio. Prontamente&lt;br /&gt;Nos dois saltar devera; mas, sem fome,&lt;br /&gt;  E, demais, pachorrenta,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-os fugir; pelo apetite espera.&lt;br /&gt;Pouco tempo depois, este lhe chega.&lt;br /&gt;Do sítio se afastara, ao sítio volta;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tencas vê somente; melhor prato&lt;br /&gt;  Deseja. - "Eu comer tencas?!"&lt;br /&gt;Diz com desprezo; e às tencas dá desquite.&lt;br /&gt;Cadozes lhe aparecem: "Não são dignos,&lt;br /&gt;Cadozes, do meu bico!"&lt;br /&gt;                                    Para menos&lt;br /&gt;Teve, porém, de abri-lo; a fome aperta-a,&lt;br /&gt;Não vê como matá-la - e se contenta&lt;br /&gt;   Um caracol comendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem muito quer ganhar, arrisca e perde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fábulas de La Fontaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Luís Serrão&lt;br /&gt;Moderna Editorial Lavores, 2ª Ed., pp.247-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4815919748118789820?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4815919748118789820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4815919748118789820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4815919748118789820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4815919748118789820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-fontaine-garca.html' title='La Fontaine - A Garça'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQXffEXSM0c/TdTjyTvlJ-I/AAAAAAAABR8/rhal56Ba0LU/s72-c/Five.egrets.SHOSON.1927.36x24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-145142573711052427</id><published>2011-05-19T08:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:26:27.933+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Surprised by Time: A Most Beautiful Red Parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jG1kA_kcGH8/Tcf0b8OLAPI/AAAAAAAABR0/2eIqvNGAFDY/s1600/parrot-Carpaccio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 211pxhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jG1kA_kcGH8/Tcf0b8OLAPI/AAAAAAAABR0/2eIqvNGAFDY/s400/parrot-Carpaccio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604717022145085682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vittore Carpaccio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vittorecarpaccio.org/The-Baptism-of-the-Selenites-1507-large.html"&gt;The Baptism of Selenites&lt;/a&gt; (detail), 1507&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oil on Canvas, 285 x 141 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://surprisedbytime.blogspot.com/2008/08/most-beautiful-red-parrot.html?spref=bl"&gt;Surprised by Time: A Most Beautiful Red Parrot&lt;/a&gt;: "In the summer of 1485, diplomat Giovanni Dario and the Ottoman court had to attend the hunting camp of the Sultan, Beyazid II. The weather w..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-145142573711052427?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/145142573711052427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=145142573711052427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/145142573711052427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/145142573711052427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/surprised-by-time-most-beautiful-red.html' title='Surprised by Time: A Most Beautiful Red Parrot'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jG1kA_kcGH8/Tcf0b8OLAPI/AAAAAAAABR0/2eIqvNGAFDY/s72-c/parrot-Carpaccio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-7438159191914893441</id><published>2011-05-16T00:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:25:00.290+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>As Vidas dos Animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S2N8vqGHECI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dGdHL1sO3g8/s1600-h/Cotzee_As+vidas+dos+animais.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S2N8vqGHECI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dGdHL1sO3g8/s400/Cotzee_As+vidas+dos+animais.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432322733734563874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;J.M.Coetzee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;As Vidas dos Animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temas &amp;amp; Debates, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINOPSE:&lt;/span&gt; A crueldade praticada diariamente com os animais consome de tal forma a romancista Elizabeth Costello que ela já não consegue olhar nos olhos os seres humanos: estes parecem-lhe conspirar num crime que ocorre nas quintas, matadouros, fábricas e laboratórios de todo o mundo. O filho da escritora orgulha-se da sua obra literária, mas receia a palestra sobre direitos dos animais que a mãe foi convidada a proferir na faculdade onde é professor, já que ela defende que o raciocínio humano está sobrevalorizado e a incapacidade de raciocinar não diminui o valor da vida...&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/8840608824529404097-7438159191914893441?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/7438159191914893441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=7438159191914893441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7438159191914893441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/7438159191914893441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-vidas-dos-animais.html' title='As Vidas dos Animais'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/S2N8vqGHECI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dGdHL1sO3g8/s72-c/Cotzee_As+vidas+dos+animais.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5730674784469847970</id><published>2011-05-13T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:10:52.317+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Camel swallowing a Vet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2011/05/04/article-1304507255718-0BE1652A00000578-510307_636x380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 636px; height: 380px;" src="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2011/05/04/article-1304507255718-0BE1652A00000578-510307_636x380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/862304-camel-swallows-woman-in-pedicure-mishap-picture"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-5730674784469847970?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5730674784469847970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5730674784469847970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5730674784469847970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5730674784469847970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/camel-eating-vet.html' title='Camel swallowing a Vet'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3382305847204932719</id><published>2011-05-10T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:00:01.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>A Peste Negra e os Animais #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pifwcDiKrv4/TZMXVLsyoPI/AAAAAAAABOU/TBpXJhyk6-4/s1600/Francesco%2BPetrarca%252C%2B%25281304-1374%2529%2BNeither%2Bman%2Bor%2Banimal%2Bis%2Bimmune%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bplague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pifwcDiKrv4/TZMXVLsyoPI/AAAAAAAABOU/TBpXJhyk6-4/s400/Francesco%2BPetrarca%252C%2B%25281304-1374%2529%2BNeither%2Bman%2Bor%2Banimal%2Bis%2Bimmune%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bplague.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589837215182266610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Novamente, o sofrimento dos moribundos ecoa na noite. A peste mata novamente em Amesterdão, vinte e dois mortos na semana passada no porto e no Jordaan. Ao limparem os canais da epidemia os ratos morrem também. As milícias disparam sobre os &lt;a href="http://www.suite101.com/content/cats-and-the-black-plague-a58146"&gt;gatos&lt;/a&gt; e os cães sem trela que brigam pelas ruas, antes que os miasmas da peste, encondidos no seu pêlo, infestem todas as casas da cidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvie Matton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu, a Puta de Rembrandt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, pp.126-7&lt;br /&gt;Lyon Multimedia Edições, Lda, 2000&lt;br /&gt;Trad.: Maria Lucília Filipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ver também&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A Peste Negra e os Animais  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2010/03/peste-negra-e-os-animais.html"&gt;#1&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2010/03/peste-negra-e-os-animais-2.html"&gt;#2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3382305847204932719?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3382305847204932719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3382305847204932719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3382305847204932719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3382305847204932719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/peste-negra-e-os-animais-3.html' title='A Peste Negra e os Animais #3'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pifwcDiKrv4/TZMXVLsyoPI/AAAAAAAABOU/TBpXJhyk6-4/s72-c/Francesco%2BPetrarca%252C%2B%25281304-1374%2529%2BNeither%2Bman%2Bor%2Banimal%2Bis%2Bimmune%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bplague.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4240451965214553056</id><published>2011-05-07T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:52:00.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><title type='text'>Mouseland - Tommy C. Douglas</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MEL48khJHRQ" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A fábula Mouseland (em português: "Ratolândia") foi inicialmente contada por Clarence Gillis e mais tarde popularizada em discurso por &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tommy_Douglas"&gt;Tommy Douglas&lt;/a&gt;, político canadiano. A fábula expressava a visão de que o sistema político canadiano estava viciado, pois oferecia aos eleitores um falso dilema: a escolha de dois partidos, dos quais nenhum representava os interesses do povo.&lt;br /&gt;Na fábula, os ratos (o povo canadiano) votavam nos gatos negros (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Partido Progressivo Conservador&lt;/span&gt;) e depois de algum tempo descobriam o quão difícil suas vidas eram. Depois votavam nos gatos brancos (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Partido Liberal&lt;/span&gt;) e assim ficavam alternando entre os dois partidos.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos ratos tem então a ideia de que os ratos deveriam formar seu próprio governo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogger.com/A%20f%C3%83%C2%A1bula%20Mouseland%20%28em%20portugu%C3%83%C2%AAs:%20%22Ratol%C3%83%C2%A2ndia%22%29%20foi%20inicialmente%20contada%20por%20Clarence%20Gillis%20e%20mais%20tarde%20popularizada%20em%20discurso%20por%20Tommy%20Douglas,%20pol%C3%83%C2%ADtico%20canadiano.%20A%20f%C3%83%C2%A1bula%20expressava%20a%20vis%C3%83%C2%A3o%20de%20que%20o%20sistema%20pol%C3%83%C2%ADtico%20canadiano%20estava%20viciado,%20pois%20oferecia%20aos%20eleitores%20um%20falso%20dilema:%20a%20escolha%20de%20dois%20partidos,%20dos%20quais%20nenhum%20representava%20os%20interesses%20do%20povo.%20Na%20f%C3%83%C2%A1bula,%20os%20ratos%20%28o%20povo%20canadiano%29%20votavam%20nos%20gatos%20negros%20%28Partido%20Progressivo%20Conservador%29%20e%20depois%20de%20algum%20tempo%20descobriam%20o%20qu%C3%83%C2%A3o%20dif%C3%83%C2%ADcil%20suas%20vidas%20eram.%20Depois%20votavam%20nos%20gatos%20brancos%20%28Partido%20Liberal%29%20e%20assim%20ficavam%20alternando%20entre%20os%20dois%20partidos.%20Um%20dos%20ratos%20tem%20ent%C3%83%C2%A3o%20a%20ideia%20de%20que%20os%20ratos%20deveriam%20formar%20seu%20pr%C3%83%C2%B3prio%20governo..."&gt; Bloquista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8840608824529404097-4240451965214553056?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4240451965214553056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4240451965214553056' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4240451965214553056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4240451965214553056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/mouseland-tommy-c-douglas.html' title='Mouseland - Tommy C. Douglas'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MEL48khJHRQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-9009158197186996123</id><published>2011-05-05T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:13:03.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>John James Audubon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfqfhkCFXEY/TbczFMu2JzI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZdMevWfuOo4/s1600/Audubon_RedFox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfqfhkCFXEY/TbczFMu2JzI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZdMevWfuOo4/s400/Audubon_RedFox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600000826068576050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;John James Audubon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1785-1851)&lt;br /&gt;Red fox, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Viviparous Quadrupeds of North America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by John James Audubon and John Bachman. New York: Audubon, 1846-53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Following the success of his &lt;a href="http://web4.audubon.org/bird/BoA/BOA_index.html"&gt;Birds of America&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_James_Audubon"&gt;John James Audubon&lt;/a&gt; began to gather material for an equally ambitious project to document the animal life of North America. Audubon collaborated with his sons and the Reverend John Bachman, a Lutheran minister and experienced naturalist, who wrote most of the text for the illustrations. As Audubon's health declined during the project, more and more of the work was done by his sons, including most of the coloring of the lithographic plates.&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/8840608824529404097-9009158197186996123?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/9009158197186996123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=9009158197186996123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/9009158197186996123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/9009158197186996123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/04/john-james-audubon.html' title='John James Audubon'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfqfhkCFXEY/TbczFMu2JzI/AAAAAAAABRs/ZdMevWfuOo4/s72-c/Audubon_RedFox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-5355725078755237326</id><published>2011-05-02T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:08:13.382+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Think Like a Goat ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wxicof.com/Books/farm/Kids/7638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.wxicof.com/Books/farm/Kids/7638.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mitcham, Stephanie &amp;amp; Mitcham, Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Think Like A Goat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Color &amp;amp; B/W illustrations. 46 pgs. Ages 7-11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think Like a Goat?&lt;/span&gt; is told from an 8 year old boy's point of view. The youngster, a somewhat reluctant visitor to the farm of his veterinarian aunt who raises goats and sheep, is told when he acts up - trying out karate kicks too close to a Boer buck's nose, among other misdemeanors - that he'd better learn to think like a goat if he wants to cope on the farm without injuring himself or the animals. Eventually, after a series of incidents, including the appearance of a coyote, the boy learns to observe the body language of a number of animals, which will undoubtedly stand him in good stead in his encounters with human beings as well.&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/8840608824529404097-5355725078755237326?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/5355725078755237326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=5355725078755237326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5355725078755237326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/5355725078755237326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/05/think-like-goat.html' title='Think Like a Goat ?'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4039354621362913791</id><published>2011-04-28T15:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:29:42.276+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciência'/><title type='text'>Dead Horse "lives"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HosRJSoBWA/TbIanbb5EYI/AAAAAAAABRk/f6ofndAANd4/s1600/xlg_dead_horse_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HosRJSoBWA/TbIanbb5EYI/AAAAAAAABRk/f6ofndAANd4/s400/xlg_dead_horse_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598566551456911746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.modernmechanix.com/2007/01/10/dead-horse-lives-in-marvel-of-taxidermy/?Qwd=./PopularScience/12-1932/dead_horse&amp;amp;Qif=dead_horse_0.jpg&amp;amp;Qiv=thumbs&amp;amp;Qis=XL#qdig"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modern Mechanix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Dec, 1932&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4039354621362913791?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4039354621362913791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4039354621362913791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4039354621362913791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4039354621362913791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/04/dead-horse-lives.html' title='Dead Horse &quot;lives&quot;'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HosRJSoBWA/TbIanbb5EYI/AAAAAAAABRk/f6ofndAANd4/s72-c/xlg_dead_horse_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-6131812010517676592</id><published>2011-04-25T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T08:57:00.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Agnus Dei - Zurbarán</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smvWUF6dxU0/TbIMWQfs14I/AAAAAAAABRU/x3_q-2mCpb0/s1600/agnusdei%2BPrado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smvWUF6dxU0/TbIMWQfs14I/AAAAAAAABRU/x3_q-2mCpb0/s400/agnusdei%2BPrado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598550863299532674" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francisco de Zurbarán e Salazar&lt;/font&gt; (Espanha, 1598-1664)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agnus Dei&lt;/font&gt; (Cordeiro de Deus), 1635-40&lt;br /&gt;Óleo sobre tela, 37,3 x 62 cm&lt;br /&gt;Museo del Prado, Madrid&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estas é uma das seis versões conhecidas do &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agnus Dei&lt;/font&gt; atribuídas ao pintor do barroco espanhol Francisco de Zurbarán e que faz parte do acervo do Museu do Prado, pese embora não estar exposta ao público. Autor de, na sua maioria, motivos religiosos, Zurbarán fez parte do &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siglo_de_Oro"&gt;Século de Ouro &lt;/a&gt;da pintura espanhola, contemporâneo de Velázquez, Murillo e Ribera.&lt;br /&gt;Um cordeiro de raça &lt;a href="http://www.agrov.com/animais/sui_cap_ovi/merino_espanhol.htm"&gt;Merino Branco&lt;/a&gt; está manietado à guisa de ser tosquiado. Embora Zurbarán tenha certamente desenhado o alegórico animal a  partir de um carneiro morto, é sua intenção  representá-lo em vida como vítima que, sem soltar um único balido, se entrega ao sacrifício.&lt;br /&gt;A metamorfose divina em cordeiro pode ser encontrada em três passagens do Novo Testamento  mas já tinha sido preconizada no Antigo Testamento pelo profeta Isaías (53:7): “Foi oferecido em sacrifício porque ele mesmo quis, e não abriu a sua boca; como uma ovelha que é levada ao matadouro, e como um cordeiro diante do que o tosquia, guardou silêncio e não abriu sequer a sua boca.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LGPH-Zc0O8/TbIMaYmeZ7I/AAAAAAAABRc/whYnfUlsNWA/s1600/Zurbaran%2B-%2BAgnusDie%2BS.DiegoMusArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LGPH-Zc0O8/TbIMaYmeZ7I/AAAAAAAABRc/whYnfUlsNWA/s400/Zurbaran%2B-%2BAgnusDie%2BS.DiegoMusArt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598550934194907058" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francisco de Zurbarán e Salazar &lt;/font&gt;(Espanha, 1598-1664)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agnus Dei&lt;/font&gt; (Cordeiro de Deus), 1638&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Óleo sobre tela, 35,6 x52 cm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;San Diego Museum of Art, Califórnia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na versão conservada no San Diego Museum of Art o anho está aureolado e a sua identificação torna-se linear; o autor dá-nos uma pista evidente que nos obriga a ver algo mais para além do próprio borrego. Mas no quadro de Madrid o silente carneiro não possui auréola mas sim cornos. Será Cristo? Alvíssimo, ele levita sobre um negro profundo que esconde qualquer elemento distractivo. Sustem-se sem tocar em nada, pois não necessita. É iluminado por uma fonte de luz à esquerda que permite uma soberba definição das pequenas idiossincrasias da sua lã e revela-nos o volume do seu corpo e os contornos precisos da sua silhueta. Que uso magistral de uma tão restrita paleta de cores!&lt;br /&gt;Este tratamento da luz, que parece emanar do próprio cordeiro numa alusão directa à sua divina condição, é uma herança de Caravaggio enquanto que a representação realista se deve às influências de Velázquez. É na conjugação destes elementos que reside o talento de Zurbarán talvez como em nenhuma outra obra sua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-6131812010517676592?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/6131812010517676592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=6131812010517676592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6131812010517676592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/6131812010517676592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/04/agnus-dei-zurbaran.html' title='Agnus Dei - Zurbarán'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smvWUF6dxU0/TbIMWQfs14I/AAAAAAAABRU/x3_q-2mCpb0/s72-c/agnusdei%2BPrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3280398466968714858</id><published>2011-04-22T22:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:43:21.212+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenho'/><title type='text'>The Lamb - William Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TUbsI7hkABI/AAAAAAAABIM/uKTjj4_SPhw/s1600/TheLamb_Blake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TUbsI7hkABI/AAAAAAAABIM/uKTjj4_SPhw/s400/TheLamb_Blake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568397627451768850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Lamb who made thee&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou known who made thee&lt;br /&gt;Gave the life &amp;amp; bid thee feed.&lt;br /&gt;By the stream &amp;amp; o'er the mead;&lt;br /&gt;Gave the clothing of delight.&lt;br /&gt;Softest clothing wooly bright;&lt;br /&gt;Gave thee such a tender voice.&lt;br /&gt;Making all the vales rejoice:&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb who made thee&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou know who made thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb I'll tell thee,&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb I'll tell thee;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is called by thy name,&lt;br /&gt;For he calls himself a Lamb:&lt;br /&gt;He is meek &amp;amp; he is mild,&lt;br /&gt;He became a little child:&lt;br /&gt;I a child &amp;amp; thou a lamb,&lt;br /&gt;We are called by his name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb God bless thee,&lt;br /&gt;Little Lamb God bless thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.statemaster.com/encyclopedia/William-Blake"&gt;William Blake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1757-1827)&lt;br /&gt;“The Lamb” from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Songs of Innocence and of Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1794)&lt;br /&gt;London: The Folio Society, 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3280398466968714858?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3280398466968714858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3280398466968714858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3280398466968714858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3280398466968714858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/04/lamb-william-blake.html' title='The Lamb - William Blake'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TUbsI7hkABI/AAAAAAAABIM/uKTjj4_SPhw/s72-c/TheLamb_Blake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-3210985961426478044</id><published>2011-04-17T14:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:58:56.224+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Cordeiro Pascal - Josefa d´Óbidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TPeRt0ipiVI/AAAAAAAABEs/kkWnjZZmMPM/s1600/JosefaObidos_cordeiro-pascal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TPeRt0ipiVI/AAAAAAAABEs/kkWnjZZmMPM/s400/JosefaObidos_cordeiro-pascal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546061682514168146" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josefa de Óbidos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cordeiro Pascal&lt;/font&gt;, c.1660-1670&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Óleo sobre tela, 88 x 116 cm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Museu Regional de Évora&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Frequentemente exposta, esta obra, desde sempre atribuída a Josefa de Óbidos, está neste momento bem estudada, tanto quanto aos objectos representados como quanto à óbvia significação, explícita pela inclusão da citação bíblica:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Occisus ab origine mundi&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Apocalipse 13, 8), que acentua o carácter salvífico do símbolo cristológico. O cordeiro com a auréola por cima da cabeça, derivado do protótipo zurbaranesco, encontra-se no meio da composição, pousado sobre uma mesa ou altar, prestes a ser imolado. Entre ele e o observador interpõe-se no entanto, à maneira dos flamengos Daniël Seghers e Willeboirst Bosschaert, uma tarja com uma abertura ovalada ao centro a qual funciona como uma moldura. Por cima desta moldura dispuseram-se várias flores que entrelaçam simbolismos marianos e eucarísticos. Eucarístico é obviamente o significado genérico do quadro, já pelo motivo principal, já pelos cachos de uvas brancas e pretas dispostos aos lados e pelas duas espigas de trigo em frente da moldura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especiosa é por outro lado esta criação de um nível ilusório de realidade através do tema do quadro dentro do quadro, que não sabemos muito bem como interpretar. A moldura, carregada de símbolos eucarísticos, funciona como uma janela através do qual, sobre o altar, se apercebe o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cordeiro de Deus&lt;/span&gt; em toda a sua materialidade simbólica, tão natural como as uvas no primeiro plano e tão simbólico como elas. Melhor não se podia evocar, em pintura, o Mistério da Transubstanciação – e o carácter da espiritualidade barroca. A pintura, uma das obras mais emblemáticas da autora, que demonstra os seus minuciosos dotes de observação naturalista, deve datar dos anos 1660-1670."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luís de Moura Sobral&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Pintura Portuguesa no século XVII&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catálogo da Exposição, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Lisboa, Instituto Português de Museus, , 2004&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-3210985961426478044?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/3210985961426478044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=3210985961426478044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3210985961426478044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/3210985961426478044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/04/cordeiro-pascal-josefa-dobidos.html' title='Cordeiro Pascal - Josefa d´Óbidos'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI8vYTmqReU/TPeRt0ipiVI/AAAAAAAABEs/kkWnjZZmMPM/s72-c/JosefaObidos_cordeiro-pascal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-8414402718634172440</id><published>2011-04-14T23:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:37:50.610+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Sardinha! Sardinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dma8s_dUAmk/Tad3IZYpodI/AAAAAAAABRM/hTn3aYwJPl4/s1600/raul.brandao.sardinha%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dma8s_dUAmk/Tad3IZYpodI/AAAAAAAABRM/hTn3aYwJPl4/s400/raul.brandao.sardinha%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595572048168067538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-8414402718634172440?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/8414402718634172440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=8414402718634172440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8414402718634172440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/8414402718634172440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/04/sardinha-sardinha.html' title='Sardinha! Sardinha!'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dma8s_dUAmk/Tad3IZYpodI/AAAAAAAABRM/hTn3aYwJPl4/s72-c/raul.brandao.sardinha%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840608824529404097.post-4921573488082780716</id><published>2011-04-11T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:35:17.356+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo/Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História/Mitologia'/><title type='text'>Guinness horse-drawn transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zBbkZcqvp38" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But there is one form of transport that served more faithfully and for longer than any other: the first technology ...?, the horse. Perhaps this is why the horse has always occupied a special place in the hearts and minds of Dubliners. Because from the late 18th century right through to the first half of the 20th, it was the horse who had to transport beers? all over the country. The impressive sight of ...? the horse was not only the most effective and popular form of transport, it was an advertisement in itself, spreading the name and values of the company as well as delivering casks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8840608824529404097-4921573488082780716?l=queridobestiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/feeds/4921573488082780716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8840608824529404097&amp;postID=4921573488082780716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4921573488082780716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840608824529404097/posts/default/4921573488082780716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queridobestiario.blogspot.com/2011/04/guinness-horse-drawn-transport.html' title='Guinness horse-drawn transport'/><author><name>Manuel SantAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380141463075539911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWevN8DS2o/TucmOlj5mRI/AAAAAAAABfo/sHQ78ZpjEBk/s220/3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zBbkZcqvp38/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
