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[themancorialist]

Stevenson Square, Manchester.

[warningsine]

A certain weariness came over me at the prospect of this adaptation of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World; I’m not much in the mood for dystopian doom and gloom right now. But I was wrong to be chary: this is a book that will keep your bedside light burning long into the night. Fred Fordham’s retelling of Huxley’s 1932 novel is so sleek, owing more to the movies than to its original author’s prose – his subtly futuristic illustrations may bring to mind Fritz Lang or even Steven Spielberg (think Minority Report) – and, thanks to this, two things happen. First, the narrative fairly rips along. Second, the novel’s terrible prescience is pushed to the fore, the parallels between Huxley’s imaginary future and our own present suddenly so close, it’s almost painful at moments.

You know the story. “Everybody’s happy now,” insist the citizens of Huxley’s utopian world state – and it’s almost true. In this benumbed realm, physical pain and old age have been eradicated and familial and emotional attachments have disappeared; in place of passion, there is a drug called soma, which promises sexual oblivion. A few human beings, known as Savages, who were born the old-fashioned way, and retain memories of such banned books as the Bible and Shakespeare, are still to be found living in “reservations”, like zoo animals. But everyone else came into being thanks to genetic engineering, bred in bottles and processed into standard adults in uniform batches.

The only threat to this sterility is the upper caste, who run things. One member of this caste, Bernard Marx, experiences a restlessness and ennui that threatens to imperil the status quo. Marx goes on holiday to a Savage reservation in New Mexico and returns with two humans: Linda, the long-lost lover of the Director of Hatcheries, and her son, John, born after a regular pregnancy and raised on Shakespeare. They are, of course, considered freaks in London, but this doesn’t mean that John’s rebellion at what he finds there has no effect. The consequences of the horror he sees all around him will have powerful and far-reaching consequences.

Fordham, best known to me as the illustrator of Philip Pullman’s first graphic novel, The Adventures of John Blake, has worked miracles here. Lots (too many) of classic novel adaptations come my way these days and they’re almost always disappointing: lumbering beasts that are not half as good as the books on which they’re based. But this one really works. Fordham never loses sight of the central message of Brave New World – if life is to be fully lived, Huxley tells us, it will always involve some pain – but he also knows how comics work and this book is first and foremost a comic. I said that it brought to mind the movies, but if I’m really honest, his faces and his interiors take me straight back to my childhood, when I pretty much lived for my weekly Bunty (I mean this as a compliment, in case you’re wondering). Their retro styling is superbly dynamic: every frame full of adventure or pathos, or both.

[ferretteeth]

I’m in Manchester right now and upon entering this arts and crafts store (Fred Aldous) I gasped out loud. This was like entering the gates of heaven

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92-2803 - Where the river does a u-turn Peel Park

On Sunday 4th August we started our day with a trip to Fred Aldous (my favourite art shop in Manchester) where I restrained myself and only bought two packets of SeaWhite paper (we don’t have enough weight allowance for me to bring much back to the Philippines). Then we visited Salford Museum and Art Gallery and walked around the nearby Peel Park. I sketched this while my wife and daughter…

[dbstaches]

MATERIAL WORLD: THE GRID Grid your loins, it's Dave Ball (left) and Richard Norris Picture: Roger Sargent

NME magazine, 30 October 1993 — full article text bellow

WHERE ARE YOU NOW AND HOW DO YOU FEEL? RICHARD: In the Village Inn as usual, unshaven, post-remixing lag DAVE: The Village Inn, tired and emotional

FIRST RECORD YOU EVER BOUGHT? R: ‘Blockbuster’, The Sweet D: ‘Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes’, Edison Lighthouse

WHO WOULD DIRECT THE ‘TEXAS COWBOYS’ MOVIE? R: Andy Warhol, if he was alive, Lonesome Cowboys 2 D: Sam Peckinpah – lots of fake blood

WHICH CHARACTER WOULD YOU HAVE PLAYED IN THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY? R: Clint – for the stubble and cheroots D: Lee Van Cleef. He wears black clothes, smokes cigars – my kind of guy

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW MARC ALMOND AND WHAT WAS HE DOING? D: On TV, doing a costume-change at Royal Albert Hall

DESCRIBE EACH OTHER IN THREE WORDS? R: Jolly Uncle Jack D: Griff Rhys Jones

WAS VIC REEVES AS SURREAL IN REAL LIFE? R: Haddock

FONDEST MEMORY OF YOUR NME DAYS? R: Jack Barron ranting, Fred Dellar (gawd bless ’im) and two weeks in Ibiza on expenses

MOST EMBARRASSING RECORD IN YOUR COLLECTION? R: A double LP of Barbara Woodhouse teaching dogs to sit. Walkies! D: ‘In The Night’ by Tony Blackburn

HOW DO YOU SEE THE FUTURE OF SPAGHETTI DISCO? R: Take That doing ‘Rawhide’

BEST THING ABOUT PERFORMING LIVE? R: Watching the wide-eyed and legless

WHAT INSPIRES YOU? R: Punk rock, disco D: Everything

WORST FLYING EXPERIENCE? R: Being in economy class D: Flying from LA to London on acid; flying from London to the South of France with Depeche Mode, dropping 1,000 feet when we hit an air pocket

WHO WOULD BE YOUR DREAM COLLABORATION? R: Iggy Pop D: A film score with John Barry/Angelo Badalamenti

IF YOU HAD A LABEL WHICH TWO ROCK ACTS WOULD YOU SIGN? R: AC/DC, Nine Inch Nails D: Zodiac Mindwarp, The Ramones

WHAT DID YOU THINK WHEN THEY DESCRIBED YOUR MUSIC AS “JUNGLE” ON CORONATION STREET? R: Smashing, chuck D: I liked it so much I sampled it

FIRST BANDS? R: The Innocent Vicars, The Fruitbats, The Wild Kitchen, East Of Eden D: Soft Cell

HOW MANY TELEVISIONS DO YOU OWN R: About 20. I got a fine for not having a license

DESCRIBE YOUR TOTP EXPERIENCE? D: Tedium-tastic

THREE GREAT THINGS ABOUT THAILAND AT CHRISTMAS? R: The sky at night, bats, blue-capped evenings with neon fish

HOW WOULD YOU SPEND AN IDEAL SUNDAY AFTERNOON? R: Horizontally, after a bad game of golf D: Lunch with friends and good wine

WHAT'S THE WEIRDEST SITUATION YOU'VE EVER BEEN IN? R: Being surrounded by Hackney constabulary with Genesis and Paula P Orridge at 5am after imitating a Sunday People reporter D: Running naked down a Madrid hotel corridor with Stevo, wielding two replica Flintlock pistols, chasing two Spanish girls

FAVOURITE PEOPLE? D: Richard & Judy, Paul Merton, Dennis The Barman

CAN YOU RETIRE ON THE MONEY ‘TAINTED LOVE’ MADE IN AMERICA? D: No, but I'm, sure our American lawyers and A&R men could!

WHAT DID MADONNA DO WHEN YOU UPSTAGED HER IN NEW YORK? D: She forgave me the next morning

CHOOSE A RECORD TO WAKE UP TO/SLEEP TO/HAVE SEX TO R: Wake up: ‘Cobalt Blue’, Michael Brook. Sleep: ‘Music For Airports’, Brian Eno. Sex: ‘There's A Riot Goin' On’, Sly And The Family Stone D: Wake up: ‘Rise And Shine’, The Flintstones. Sleep: ‘Very/Relentless’, Pet Shop Boys. Sex: ‘Neroli’, Brian Eno

WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO? R: Write a mean paragraph. I could be an A&R man if I was really desperate D: Top oarsman and not a bad cook

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO? R: Like Aldous Huxley

[impoliticwestie]

Photobooth, Fred Aldous, Northern Quarter, Manchester, April 2022

[klumpypotamus]

Daily O’Brien - 30/01 Miles "Fred Aldous LTD, Lever St., Manchester" O'Brien

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Top 100 songs of 2022

100º Amber Mark – What It Is 99º Suede – She Still Leads Me On 98º The Blaze – The Dreamer 97º Freddie Gibbs – Couldn’t Be Done (ft. Kelly Price) 96º Father John Misty – Q4 95º Chappell Roan – Femininominon 94º Placebo – Beautiful James 93º Sharon Van Etten – Anything 92º The Smile – The Smoke 91º Stella Donnelly – How Was Your Day  90º Bartees Strange – Wretched 89º Sudan Archives – Selfish Soul 88º Demi Lovato – 29 87º Katy J Pearson – Talk Over Town 86º Oliver Sim – Hideous (ft. Jimmy Somerville) 85º Soul Glo – Gold Chain Punk (whogonbeatmyass?) 84º Arlo Parks – Softly 83º Cass McCombs – Belong To Heaven 82º The 1975 – Oh Caroline 81º TSHA – OnlyL (ft. NIMMO) 80º Carly Rae Jepsen – Western Wind 79º Brockhampton – Brockhampton 78º Arctic Monkeys – Body Paint 77º Lizzo – About Damn Time 76º FLO – Cardboard Box 75º Jean Dawson – Three Heads* 74º Stormzy – Mel Made Me Do It 73º Let’s Eat Grandma – Levitation 72º Porridge Radio – The Rip 71º RM – Still Life (ft. Anderson .Paak) 70º Maggie Rogers – That’s Where I Am 69º PUP – Cutting Off The Corners 68º BABYMETAL - Monochrome 67º Sampa The Great – Never Forget (ft. Chef 187, Tio Nason & Mwanje) 66º Dry Cleaning – Don’t Press Me 65º Charli XCX – Beg For You (ft. Rina Sawayama) 64º Laufey – Fragile 63º Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever – The Way It Shatters 62º Nilüfer Yanya – anotherlife 61º The Beths – Expert In A Dying Field 60º MUNA – Anything But Me 59º First Aid Kit – Out Of My Head 58º Just Mustard – Still 57º Alt-j – Happier When You’re Gone 56º Kendrick Lamar – Die Hard (ft. Blxst & Amanda Reifer) 55º Florist – Red Bird Pt. 2 (Morning) 54º Confidence Man – Holiday 53º Danger Mouse – Belize (ft. MF DOOM) 52º ROSALÍA – Hentai 51º Plains – Problem With It 50º Beabadoobee – The Perfect Pair 49º Beyoncé – Alien Superstar 48º Big Thief – Simulation Swarm 47º Ghost – Darkness At The Heart Of My Love 46º Aldous Harding – Fever 45º Nas – 30 44º Noah Cyrus – Noah (Stand Still) [ft. Billy Ray Cyrus] 43º Fred Again.. – Danielle (Smile On My Face) 42º Beach House – New Romance 41º The Weeknd – Less Than Zero 40º Horsegirl – Anti-Glory 39º Julia Jacklin – Lydia Wears A Cross 38º FKA Twigs – Oh My Love 37º Tomberlin – Happy Accident 36º WILLOW – Split 35º Hurray For The Riff Raff – Pierced Arrows 34º Rina Sawayama – This Hell 33º Vince Staples – MAGIC (ft. Mustard) 32º Kevin Morby – This Is A Photograph 31º Nilüfer Yanya – The Dealer 30º Harry Styles – As It Was 29º Black Country, New Road – The Place Where He Inserted The Blade 28º Mitski – Love Me More 27º Pusha T – Diet Coke 26º Weyes Blood – It’s Not Just Me, It’s Everybody 25º Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Wolf 24º Angel Olsen – All The Good Times 23º SZA – Ghost In The Machine (ft. Phoebe Bridgers) 22º Nova Twins – Antagonist 21º Caroline Polachek – Billions 20º Taylor Swift – Anti-Hero 19º Kae Tempest – More Pressure (ft. Kevin Abstract) 18º Wet Leg – Angelica 17º Megan Thee Stallion – Plan B 16º Soccer Mommy – Shotgun 15º Phoenix – Tonight (ft. Ezra Koenig) 14º Bad Bunny – Neverita 13º Fontaines D.C. – I Love You 12º Alvvays – Belinda Says 11º Alex G – Runner 10º ROSALÍA – Saoko 9º Jockstrap – Concrete Over Water 8º Yeule – Bites On My Neck 7º Denzel Curry – Walkin 6º SZA – Kill Bill 5º Sudan Archives – Home Maker 4º Kendrick Lamar – N95 3º Nilüfer Yanya – Midnight Sun 2º Steve Lacy – Bad Habit 1º Ethel Cain – American Teenager

>>> Link for the playlist on Spotify <<<

[fredborges98]

Brave New World*.

The War and The Doors's and Windows's perspectives.

Admirável Mundo Novo.

A perspectiva da Guerra, Windows and The Doors.

Por: Fred Borges

By: Fred Borges

Texto bilíngue com parte transcrita para o Inglês, traduzido, e com versão autoral.

Bilingual text. Translation, version, transcription by the author.

Thank you:

Agradecimentos a:

The Magazine of the National Endowment for the Humanities

Feature

The Talented Mr. Huxley

The brilliant, eclectic thinker who wrote the classic dystopian novel Brave New World.

Danny Heitman

HUMANITIES, November/December 2015, Volume 36, Number 6

Photo caption

Aldous Huxley in 1934.

—© Pictoral Press Ltd. / Alamy Stock Photo

Transcrição do vídeo : The banker and the truth.

https://youtu.be/I7HZhL_hQgU?si=Of26wGdFMpHiqv1f

The banker and the truth.

"Hello, my name is Montague William III and what I will tell you may well sound absurd, but the less who believe It the better for me, for you, see I am in banking and big industry, for many years we having controlled your lives, while you older struggle and suffer in strifes.

We created the things that you really need

Your sports cars and fashions and plasma

TVs

I remember it clearly how all this begun family secrets from father to son

Inherited knowledge that gives me the edge

While you peasants, people lie sleeping at night in your beds

We control the money that control your lives

Whilst you worship false idols and wouldn't think twice

About selling your souls in a place of sun

This thing doesen't matter when your time is done

But as long they are there to control the masses

I just seat there and control my assets

Safe in the knowledge that I have it all

While you common people are losing your jobs

You see I just hold in utter content

But the smile in my face,well,It just make me a exempt

For I have a weapon of global TV

Whish gives us connection and invites empathy

You would really believe that we look out for you

While we bankers and brokers are only a few

But If you saw that then you would take back the power

Hence dayly terrors to make you cowers

The Panics, the crasches, the war and the illlness

That keep you from finding your Spiritual Wholleness

We rig the game and we buy out both sides

To keep you slaved in your pitfull lives

So,get out and work, as your body clock fades

And when it' all over, a few years from the grave

You' ll look back on all this and then you'll see

That your life was nothing, a mere fantasy

There are very few things that we do not control

To have Lawyers and Police Force was always a goal

Doing our bidding as your march on the street

But they never realises that they' re only just sheep

For real power resides only in the hands of a few

You voted for a parties, what more coul you do?

But what you don't know they are one and the same

Old Gordon has passed good,old David then reigns

And you' ll follow the leader who was put by you

But your blood will runs red, while our blood runs blue

But you simply not see it' s part of the game

Another distraction like money and fame

Get ready for wars in the name of free Vacinations for illlness that will never be

The assault of your childrens impressional minds

And micro chipped world, you' ll put up no fight

Information impression will keep you in toe

Depopulation of peasants was always our goal

But eugenics was not what we hoped It would be

Oh, It was us that funded Nazis!

But as long as we own the media too

What really happens doesen't concern to you

So just go on watching your plasma TV

And the world will be run by the ones you can't see."

Tradução-Por: Fred Borges

O banqueiro e a verdade.

Olá, meu nome é Montague William III e o que vou lhe dizer pode parecer absurdo, mas quanto menos acreditarem, melhor para mim, para você, veja, estou no setor bancário e na grande indústria, há muitos anos controlamos suas vidas , enquanto vocês mais velhos lutam e sofrem em conflitos

Criamos as coisas que você realmente precisam

Seus carros esportivos, moda e televisores de plasma

Lembro-me claramente de como tudo isto começou, segredos de família de pai para filho

Conhecimento herdado que me dá vantagem

Enquanto vocês, povo, povo-pessoas dormem à noite em suas camas

nós controlamos o dinheiro que controla suas vidas

enquanto você adorava falsos ídolos e não pensaria duas vezes

sobre vender suas almas em um lugar ensolarado

essas coisas não importarão quando seu tempo acabar

mas enquanto elas estiverem lá para controlar as massas

eu apenas sento lá e controlo meus ativos

seguro sabendo que tenho tudo

enquanto vocês, pessoas comuns, estão perdendo seus empregos

você vê, eu apenas mantenho conteúdo definido, absoluto ou essencial

quanto ao sorriso no meu rosto, bem, isso só me torna isento

pois eu tenho uma potente e perigosa arma: A mídia

que nos proporciona uma conexão, um vínculo emocional e convida à empatia

você realmente acreditaria que cuidamos de você?

embora nós, banqueiros, bancos centrais, agentes econômicos e financeiros,formos e somos apenas alguns, a ordem, o sistema não muda

mas se você observasse, analisasse, se preocupasse, quisesse mudar o sistema,poderia com isso, você recuperaria, o poder

daí os terrores diários para fazer você se encolher, se reduzir a sobreviver

os pânicos, as crises, a guerra e a doença

tudo isso o impede de encontrar sua totalidade espiritual

nós manipulamos o jogo e compramos ambos os lados

para mantê-lo escravo em suas vidas miseráveis

então, saia e trabalhe e continue não pensando,sem reflexões, flexões, movimentos que possam vir a abalar o sistema, enquanto seu relógio biológico desaparece, sua morte diária o emudesse

e quando tudo acabar, alguns anos após no seu túmulo

você olhará para trás e verá e terá a visão que tudo isso

que sua vida não era nada, uma mera fantasia

Existem muito poucas coisas que não controlamos

Advogados, juízes, políticos, Estado Paralelo do Deep State, além de Forças Militares e Policial, isto sempre foi o objetivo e meta

cumprindo nossas ordens como sua marcha, marcha de martelos procurando pregos na rua

mas vocês nunca percebem e nunca perceberão que são apenas ovelhas

pois o verdadeiro PODER reside apenas nas mãos de poucos

você votou em um partido, o que mais você poderia fazer?

Mas o que você não sabe, eles são a mesma coisa, farinha do mesmo saco

o velho Lula passou bem, o "novo" Lula então reina

e você seguirá o líder que foi colocado por você

mas seu sangue ficará vermelho, enquanto nosso sangue ficará azul ou verde de dólares

mas você simplesmente não vê que faz parte do jogo, um simples peão do jogo

outra distração como dinheiro e fama

prepare-se para guerras em nome da ordem, da nova- velha ordem, de vacinas gratuitas para doenças, epidemias e pandemias que nunca existirão

o ataque às mentes impressionistas de seus filhos,mentes abertas,abertas para criar, mudar, questionar, reinvidicar o PODER

e de um mundo micro-chipado, da I.A. ou IADG, você não resistirá

A impressão e multiplicação de informações irá mantê-lo alerta, mas ao mesmo tempo anestesiado, drogado e manipulado

o despovoamento dos camponeses, povo, população das camadas mais pobres em países desenvolvidos,do contrário será o : " crescei e multiplicai-vos" para manipular a manada pelo voto obrigatório, sempre foi o nosso objectivo e meta controlar as massas, massificando e deteriorando a educação

Mas a eugenia não era o que esperávamos.

Oh sim, uma confissão, fomos nós que financiamos os fascistas, nazistas e até mesmo os comunistas "de faixada"!

Mas enquanto,em paralelo também formos donos da mídia

o que realmente acontece não lhe diz respeito, nada que nos interessa, interessa a vocês, vocês são as ovelhas que serão sacrificadas, ovelhas de barro e de ouro

então continue assistindo sua TV de plasma, sua Internet alienante e viciante

e o mundo será governado por aqueles que você não pode ver, enxergar e morrer.

With this impactful text we could feel satisfied, but our stomach turns, there is a poor digestion going on, our body, mind and spirit react, they try to come into harmony, a dictatorship of happiness tries to be established, where laughing is a duty, where comedians normalize what is considered normal as corruption, usurped and manipulated elections, layers of maneuvering masses and what is natural becomes common and common is normal, and what is normal is to sentence a woman with the Bible in her hand preaching the salvation of Brazil to 17 years in jail, while leaders of the PCC, CV( Organized Crime), among other parallel commands( paramilitares forces), are honored by corrupted Justice,by the sale of Judicial sentences, sentences phrases weak in semantics and syntax.

The war is here, the Gaza strip is here, how many died from bullets lost and found in the bodies of honest workers and children?

In the State of Bahia-Brazil alone, according to the Security Secretariat itself: 1,464 (One thousand four hundred and sixty-four people), of these 30 were children died due to massivo conflicts between Police, Paramilitary Forces and Drug dealers.

This happened only in one State!Multiplies by 27, It'll give you the total arithmetic average of 810( Eight hundred and ten people) - of children a year!

In the Ghaza Strip there have been already 3,000 (three thousand) children died).

If the numbers of bankers, the money of an elite kill or "new order" to kill, with the coexistence and convenient "new global disorder, what will happen to Earth's future?

After all, were we created to make live or to make die?

After all, democratic elections, are a big farce?

After all, is Democracy a big lie?

Questioning is necessary!

Change is needed!

While the policy of Inclusion and Reparation receives crumbs from POWER, minorities become the majority overnight by magic, in a Hollywood great production and performance, in a theater of the absurd, absurdities become routine, vaccines, pseudo-democratic gaps!

As for The Doors and The Windows, numb and drugged, bring and dredge for themselves the democratic simulacrum, Pandora's** box, statue of salt and coke, Coca-Cola and Cocaine of the POWER that alienates, the people are alienated by Bill Gates' Windows.

And please don't give me the crumbs!

Crumbs from bankers, tycoons, billionaires who suspend glasses above the masses,stepping on the massas, and hiding their real intentions, permeate, snakes, behind Foundations, NGOs, Institutes that promotes charity with the people's hat with the consent of Internal Revenue Service (IRS).

Com este texto impactante poderíamos nos dar por satisfeitos, mas o estômago embrulha, há uma má digestão, nosso corpo, mente e espírito reagem, tentam entrar em harmonia,tenta ser estabelecido uma ditadura da felicidade, onde rir é um dever, onde humoristas normalizam o considerado normal da corrupção, das eleições usurpadas, manipuladas, das camadas das massas de manobra e o natural se torna comum e o comum normal, e o normal é sentenciar mulher de evangelho na mão pregando a salvação do Brasil a 17 anos de cadeia, enquanto que líderes do PCC, CV dentre outros comandos paralelos, são agraciados pela Justiça corrompida, da venda de sentenças, sentenças fracas na semântica e sintaxe.

A guerra é aqui, a faixa de Gaza é aqui, quantos morreram por balas perdidas e achadas em corpos de trabalhadores honestos e crianças?

Só na Bahia- Brasil, de acordo com a própria Secretaria de Segurança: 1.464( Hum mil quatrocentos e sessenta e quatro pessoas), destas 30 eram crianças.

Na faixa de Gaza já são 3.000( três mil crianças já morreram)

Se os números dos banqueiros, o dinheiro de uma elite mata ou manda matar, com a convivência e conveniente " nova desordem mundial) o que será do futuro?

Afinal fomos criados para plantar ou matar?

Afinal as eleições são uma grande farsa?

Afinal a Democracia é uma grande mentira?

Questionar é preciso!

Mudar é preciso!

Enquanto a política da Inclusão, da Reparação recebe migalhas do PODER, minorias se tornam da noite para o dia maioria,numa grande encenação, num teatro do absurdo, absurdos se tornam rotina, vacina,lacunas pseudo democráticas!

Quanto ao The Doors e o The Windows entorpecidos e drogados tragam e dragam para si o simulacro democrático, caixa de Pandora, estátua de sal e coca, Coca-Cola e Cocaína do PODER que aliena, alienado povo está pelo Windows do Bill Gates.

E por favor não me venham com as migalhas!

Migalhas dos banqueiros, magnatas, bilionários que suspendem taças por cima das massas e se escondem ou se escamoteiam, permeiam, serpenteiam por traz de fundações, ONGS, OSCIDS, Institutos que promovem a caridade com o chapéu do povo!

*Aldous Huxley transcribes the emotionally arid landscape of Brave New World into visual terms, translating the dormancy of the human soul into a city devoid of bright colors. In his description of a laboratory where new citizens are conceived, he writes:

The enormous room on the ground floor faced towards the north . . . for all the tropical heat of the room itself, a harsh thin light glared through the windows, hungrily seeking some draped lay figure, some pallid shape of academic goose-flesh, but finding only the glass and nickel and bleakly shining porcelain of a laboratory. . . . The overalls of the workers were white, their hands gloved with a pale corpse-colored rubber. The light was frozen, dead, a ghost.

The Doors of Perception achieved considerable cachet in the drug culture of the 1960s. The rock group the Doors took its name from Huxley’s book, and in a sad irony, its lead singer, Jim Morrison, struggled with drug abuse and alcoholism until his death in 1971.

Huxley transcreve a paisagem emocionalmente árida de Admirável Mundo Novo em termos visuais, traduzindo a dormência da alma humana numa cidade desprovida de cores brilhantes. Na sua descrição de um laboratório onde são concebidos novos cidadãos, ele escreve:

A enorme sala do térreo estava voltada para o norte. . . apesar de todo o calor tropical da própria sala, uma luz forte e tênue brilhava através das janelas, procurando avidamente alguma figura leiga envolta, alguma forma pálida de pele de ganso acadêmica, mas encontrando apenas o vidro, o níquel e a porcelana de brilho sombrio de um laboratório. . . . Os macacões dos trabalhadores eram brancos, as mãos enluvadas com uma borracha pálida da cor do cadáver. A luz estava congelada, morta, um fantasma.

As Portas da Percepção alcançaram um prestígio considerável na cultura das drogas da década de 1960. O grupo de rock The Doors recebeu o nome do livro de Huxley e, numa triste ironia, o seu vocalista, Jim Morrison, lutou contra o abuso de drogas e o alcoolismo até à sua morte em 1971.

**Pandora, (Greek: “All-Gifts”) in Greek mythology, the first woman. According to Hesiod’s Theogony, after Prometheus, a fire god and divine trickster, had stolen fire from heaven and bestowed it upon mortals, Zeus, the king of the gods, determined to counteract this blessing. He accordingly commissioned Hephaestus (a god of fire and patron of craftsmen) to fashion a woman out of earth, upon whom the gods bestowed their choicest gifts. In Hesiod’s Works and Days, Pandora had a jar containing all manner of misery and evil. Zeus sent her to Epimetheus, who forgot the warning of his brother Prometheus and made Pandora his wife. She afterward opened the jar, from which the evils flew out over the earth. Hope alone remained inside, the lid having been shut down before she could escape. In a later story the jar contained not evils but blessings, which would have been preserved for the human race had they not been lost through the opening of the jar out of curiosity. Pandora’s jar became a box in the 16th century, when the Renaissance humanist Erasmus either mistranslated the Greek or confused the vessel with the box in the story of Cupid and Psyche.

Pandora, (grego: “Todos os presentes”), na mitologia grega, a primeira mulher.

De acordo com a Teogonia de Hesíodo, depois que Prometeu, um deus do fogo e trapaceiro divino, roubou o fogo do céu e o concedeu aos mortais, Zeus, o rei dos deuses, decidiu neutralizar essa bênção.

Consequentemente, ele encarregou Hefesto (um deus do fogo e patrono dos artesãos) de moldar uma mulher da terra, a quem os deuses concederam seus melhores presentes.

Nas Obras e Dias de Hesíodo, Pandora tinha um jarro contendo todo tipo de miséria e maldade.

Zeus a enviou a Epimeteu, que esqueceu o aviso de seu irmão Prometeu e fez de Pandora sua esposa.

Depois ela abriu o jarro, de onde os males voaram sobre a terra.

Somente Hope permaneceu lá dentro, a tampa foi fechada antes que ela pudesse escapar.

Numa história posterior, o jarro não continha males, mas bênçãos, que teriam sido preservadas para a raça humana se não tivessem sido perdidas ao abri-lo por curiosidade.

O jarro de Pandora tornou-se uma caixa no século XVI, quando o humanista renascentista Erasmo traduziu mal o grego ou confundiu o vaso com a caixa da história de Cupido e Psique.

[better-call-mau1]

Thank you for the tag @oldmanwithashield!! 😊

Three Ships: Sabezra, Sukka (ATLA), and Robbaery (asoiaf/GoT) …if you can’t tell, I’m a sucker for wholesome ships with lots of potential for banter and playful shenanigans 😅

First Ship Ever: Hmmmm…Fred and Daphne, I think? Used to watch the original Scooby Doo cartoon when I was a little kid (just looked it up and they came out like 30 years before I was born??? sheesh…) and thought those two had some romantic potential…as much as I understood romantic potential when I was three years old lol…

Last Song/Album: “Satisfied” from Hamilton 😩🤌

Last Movie: Pretty sure I saw part of Ocean’s Eleven in a hotel room a few days ago.

Currently Reading: Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. Even scarier vision of dystopia than 1984.

Currently Watching: Just finished seasons 1 and 2 of Prehistoric Planet, and I loved it. They totally picked David Attenborough to narrate because his brother played John Hammond in Jurassic Park, right??

Currently Consuming: A culinary abomination which I refer to as an “omelet-in-a-cup.” 😁

Currently Craving: Ice cream. Always.

Tagging: @seleneisrising @jessicas-pi @jedi-nurse @starryjediknight @belong2human-kind @keeper-of-sparkly-things @grxceful-ly @singswan-springswan @tarisilmarwen (no pressure at all, of course!!)

Tag Nine People You Want to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @brievel <3

Three ships: Anne Shirley/Gilbert Blythe, Vicky Austin/Adam Eddington, Sam Gamgee/Rosie Cotton

First ever ship: probably Anne/Gilbert (I don't really remember)

Last song/album is: Bag End by Howard Shore (from The Fellowship of the Ring)

Last movie: National Treasure 2

Currently reading: A Ring of Endless Light by Madeleine L'Engle

Currently watching: Brother wrangled me into watching The Mandalorian with him last night, so I suppose that.

Currently consuming: A 500ml bottle of water.

Currently craving: Sleep.

Tagging with no pressure: @informedimagining @sheet-metal-memories @catkin-morgs @kraytwriter @muse-write @hamiltonfairchildracingrescue @lady-stormbraver @lightthewaybackhome @potatoobsessed999

[alien-nation-art-blog]

beyond proud of everyone who contributed to the closing event on Thursday. Workshops, music and poetry made the space alive. 

[themancorialist]

Stevenson Square, Manchester.

[letstalkbeautyuk]

Manchester Photo Diary 2022

Manchester Photo Diary 2022

Manchester was home for me for over 5 years, and it is where my husband went to University and where we got married. We still have so much love for this city and visit as often as we can (our hairdresser is still based here!). So a couple of times a year we head up from Cornwall for a bit of city life and a decent haircut. I always take so many photos and thought I would start sharing them in a…

[art-chap-enjoin]

77-2439 - New sketchbook, new paper, new brushes

The other day I started a new sketchbook, this time with some Daler Rowney cold pressed 300 gsm Aquafine paper (which I have never tried before). I bought it from the Fred Aldous art shop in Manchester (my second favourite art shop), along a new Winsor & Newton pure squirrel brush (I bought the bigger one in my favourite art shop (Denny’s in Bury St. Edmunds). The little water brush is a…

[amandabe11man]

swedish titles for classic literature:

pride and prejudice (jane austen) = stolthet och fördom

to kill a mockingbird (harper lee) = dödssynden (the deadly sin) or the literal translation; att döda en härmtrast

the great gatsby (f. scott fitzgerald) = den store gatsby, also known by the old title of; en man utan skrupler (a man without scruples)

of mice and men (john steinbeck) = möss och människor

one hundred years of solitude (gabriel garcía márquez) = hundra år av ensamhet

in cold blood (truman capote) = med kallt blod

brave new world (aldous huxley) = du sköna nya värld

crime and punishment (fjodor dostojevski) = brott och straff

the call of the wild (jack london) = skriet från vildmarken (the cry from the wilderness)

the master and margarita (michail bulgakov) = mästaren och margarita

one flew over the cuckoo’s nest (ken kesey) = gökboet (the cuckoo’s nest)

the grapes of wrath (john steinbeck) = vredens druvor

the catcher in the rye (j.d. salinger) = räddaren i nöden

les misérables (victor hugo) = samhällets olycksbarn (VERY roughly translates to “society’s unlucky children”)

the count of monte cristo (alexandre dumas) = greven av monte cristo

the secret garden (frances hodgson burnett) = den hemlighetsfulla trädgården

atlas shrugged (ayn rand) = och världen skälvde (and the world trembled)

the wind in the willows (kenneth grahame) = det susar i säven

wuthering heights (emily brontë) = svindlande höjder (used to apparently also be known by the name “blåst”, aka. simply “wind”, lmao)

war and peace (leo tolstoj) = krig och fred

a christmas carol (charles dickens) = en julsaga

heart of darkness (joseph conrad) = mörkrets hjärta