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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>o lado gentil de um conservador libertário. artes, letras e alguma pornografia.</description><title>manifesto conservador</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @manifestoconservador)</generator><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Nature, you know..I used to wish that I was able to enable you to be capable of giving and living a..."</title><description>“Nature, you know..I used to wish that I was able to enable you to be capable of giving and living a proper meaning to the lives that you are leading but uhm, for a different reason I’m as unstable and as disabled as you, incapable of feeling able to cope, unable to go on living like this, always thinking about drinking and thinking or thinking about drinking and toking about myself *hic*, thinking about *hic* how, never could I have ever, could I have known? I never thought that I could ever, have ever known, have ever known that I would ever, be thinking of sharing your company with someone other than myself, I love you, you are my better half, together we’re the dreamers, the overachievers, the believers, said the reasons? All of them constant treasons, the lies that we believe in are keeping us bleeding all this semen and sowing them seeds that we keep reaping, why not? When I come blood you bleed cum, we breed them demons.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The Mind (Nature and Nurture), Primitive Reason, from Alternative Prison&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/51260542753</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/51260542753</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 00:51:06 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Through Wagner modernity speaks most intimately, concealing neither its good nor its evil—having..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Through Wagner modernity speaks most intimately, concealing neither its good nor its evil—having forgotten all sense of shame. And conversely: one has almost completed an account of the value of what is modern once one has gained clarity about what is good and evil in Wagner.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I understand perfectly when a musician says today: “I hate Wagner, but I can no longer endure any other music.” But I’d also understand a philosopher who would declare: “Wagner sums up modernity. There is no way out, one must first become a Wagnerian.”&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche, in The Case of Wagner&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/51061783379</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/51061783379</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 11:37:57 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>guardianmusic:

As we pay tribute to the much admired Doors...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JaVeeIuIMk0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://guardianmusic.tumblr.com/post/50978687000/as-we-pay-tribute-to-the-much-admired-doors"&gt;guardianmusic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;As we pay tribute to the much admired Doors keyboardist Ray Manzarek, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2013/may/20/ray-manzarek-doors-dies"&gt;who has died aged 74&lt;/a&gt;, it seems like a good opportunity to revisit his unforgettable meeting with Adam &amp; Joe&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50980163462</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50980163462</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 10:58:18 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f49yRhJ0NjI?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50917172666</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50917172666</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 18:15:02 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Changing ourselves. Surely that must be what we’re after when we look at pictures and watch movies..."</title><description>“Changing ourselves. Surely that must be what we’re after when we look at pictures and watch movies and listen to music. It sounds more Californian than it really is. Changing ourselves includes switching on the radio when we’re bored — to change from being someone who’s bored to someone who’s being less bored, or bored in a different way. But of course we would prefer to think that the art we venerate does more than feed us sensations to keep us from the gloom of everyday existence. (Why would I prefer that? What’s wrong with the opposite? I remember someone saying that all human creativity is a desperate attempt to occupy the brief space or endless gap between birth and death.) We would like to think that art remakes us in some way, deepens us, makes us ‘better’ people.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Brian Eno&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50493050180</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50493050180</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 13:49:19 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iP-RFsuv-8Q?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50492862975</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50492862975</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 13:44:15 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences...."</title><description>“Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrews Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tail Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Brian Eno, &lt;a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/05/15/happy-birthday-brian-eno-the-father-of-ambient-music-on-art/?utm_source=buffer&amp;utm_medium=twitter&amp;utm_campaign=Buffer&amp;utm_content=buffera40fc" target="_blank"&gt;daqui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50492157805</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50492157805</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 13:24:52 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Warwick:
There is a history in all men’s lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased;
The..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Warwick:&lt;br/&gt;
There is a history in all men’s lives,&lt;br/&gt;
Figuring the nature of the times deceased;&lt;br/&gt;
The which obeserved, a man may prophesy,&lt;br/&gt;
With a near aim, of the main chance of things&lt;br/&gt;
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds&lt;br/&gt;
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.&lt;br/&gt;
Such things become the hatch and brood of time;&lt;br/&gt;
And, by the necessary form of this,&lt;br/&gt;
King Richard might create a perfect guess,&lt;br/&gt;
That great Nothumberland, then false to him,&lt;br/&gt;
Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness;&lt;br/&gt;
Which should not find a ground to root upon,&lt;br/&gt;
Unless on you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
King Henry:&lt;br/&gt;
Are these things, then, necessities?&lt;br/&gt;
Then let us meet them like necessities; -&lt;br/&gt;
And that same word even now cries out on us:&lt;br/&gt;
They say the bishop and Northumberland&lt;br/&gt;
Are fifty thousand strong.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;King Henry The Forth Part II, Act III, Scene I, William Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50414576651</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50414576651</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 12:44:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/e91916140b4c8ae7da7e11f9e13f6252/tumblr_mmomaeQ7yx1qbfdlmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50248392178</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50248392178</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 11:54:14 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/65576562" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50157276799</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/50157276799</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 11:50:59 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Esperas que desaparezca la angustia
Mientras llueve sobre la extraña carretera
En donde te..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Esperas que desaparezca la angustia&lt;br/&gt;
Mientras llueve sobre la extraña carretera&lt;br/&gt;
En donde te encuentras&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Lluvia: sólo espero&lt;br/&gt;
Que desaparezca la angustia&lt;br/&gt;
Estoy poniéndolo todo de mi parte&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Roberto Bolaño, in La Universidad Desconocida&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/49613919613</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/49613919613</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 20:12:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/62380706" width="400" height="220" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/49254679560</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/49254679560</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 13:33:39 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Já viram um homem em pêlo 
Sair de repente da casa de banho 
Escorrendo por todos os pêlos 
Com o..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Já viram um homem em pêlo &lt;br/&gt;
Sair de repente da casa de banho &lt;br/&gt;
Escorrendo por todos os pêlos &lt;br/&gt;
Com o bigode cheio de pena &lt;br/&gt;
Já viram um homem muito feio &lt;br/&gt;
A comer esparguete &lt;br/&gt;
Garfo em punho e ar de bruto &lt;br/&gt;
Com molho de tomate no colete &lt;br/&gt;
Quando são bonitos são idiotas &lt;br/&gt;
Quando são velhos são horríveis &lt;br/&gt;
Quando são pequenos são maus &lt;br/&gt;
Já viram um homem gordo à beça &lt;br/&gt;
Extrair as pernas do ó-ó &lt;br/&gt;
Massajar a barriga e coçar as guedelhas &lt;br/&gt;
Olhando pensativo para os pés &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Não se casem raparigas não se casem &lt;br/&gt;
Façam antes cinema &lt;br/&gt;
Fiquem virgens em casa do papá &lt;br/&gt;
Sejam serventes no carvoeiro &lt;br/&gt;
Criem macacos criem gatos &lt;br/&gt;
Levantem a pata na Ópera &lt;br/&gt;
Vendam caixas de chocolate &lt;br/&gt;
Professem ou não professem &lt;br/&gt;
Dancem em pêlo para os gagás &lt;br/&gt;
Sejam matadoras na avenida do Bois &lt;br/&gt;
Mas não se casem raparigas &lt;br/&gt;
Não se casem &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Já viram um homem à rasca &lt;br/&gt;
Chegar tarde para o jantar &lt;br/&gt;
Com baton no colarinho &lt;br/&gt;
E tremeliques nas gâmbias &lt;br/&gt;
Já viram no cabaret &lt;br/&gt;
Um senhor não muito fresco &lt;br/&gt;
Roçar-se com insistência &lt;br/&gt;
Numa florzinha de inocência &lt;br/&gt;
Quando são burros aborrecem &lt;br/&gt;
Quando são fortes fazem sports &lt;br/&gt;
Quando são ricos guardam o milho &lt;br/&gt;
Quando são duros torturam &lt;br/&gt;
Já viram ao vosso braço pendurado &lt;br/&gt;
Um magricela de olhos de rato &lt;br/&gt;
Frisar os três pêlos do bigode &lt;br/&gt;
E empertigar-se com um ar de bode &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Não se casem raparigas não se casem &lt;br/&gt;
Vistam os vossos vestidos de gala &lt;br/&gt;
Vão dançar ao Olímpia &lt;br/&gt;
Mudem de amante quatro vezes por mês &lt;br/&gt;
Peguem na massa e guardem-na &lt;br/&gt;
Escondam-na fresca debaixo do colchão &lt;br/&gt;
Aos cinquenta anos pode servir &lt;br/&gt;
Para sacar belos rapazes &lt;br/&gt;
Nada na cabeça tudo nos braços &lt;br/&gt;
Ah que bela vida será &lt;br/&gt;
Se não se casarem raparigas &lt;br/&gt;
Se não se casarem&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Boris Vian&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/49252913928</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/49252913928</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 12:42:36 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e7bbb5424a7ad9c2d59b4453073d3c4e/tumblr_mlv5xhy2u11qbfdlmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48926611569</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48926611569</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2013 14:10:29 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. 
Made up my mind to make a..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. &lt;br/&gt;
Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart. &lt;br/&gt;
Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. &lt;br/&gt;
Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that we’re all the same. &lt;br/&gt;
The sea was red and the sky was grey; I wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today. &lt;br/&gt;
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake &lt;br/&gt;
as the children of the sun began to awake. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Seems that the wrath of the Gods &lt;br/&gt;
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; &lt;br/&gt;
I think I might be sinking. &lt;br/&gt;
Throw me a line if I reach it in time &lt;br/&gt;
I’ll meet you up there where the path &lt;br/&gt;
Runs straight and high. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;To find a queen without a king, &lt;br/&gt;
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings… la la la la&lt;br/&gt;
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn &lt;br/&gt;
Tryin’ to find a woman who’s never, never, never been born. &lt;br/&gt;
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, &lt;br/&gt;
Telling myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going to California&lt;/em&gt;, Led Zeppelin&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48764676405</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48764676405</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 10:44:02 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b4d3155f2ccee334c577217781a77ead/tumblr_mlmbo6cijS1qbfdlmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48544391495</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48544391495</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 19:36:06 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Information is not knowledge.
Knowledge is not wisdom.
Wisdom is not truth.
Truth is not..."</title><description>“Information is not knowledge.&lt;br/&gt;
Knowledge is not wisdom.&lt;br/&gt;
Wisdom is not truth.&lt;br/&gt;
Truth is not beauty.&lt;br/&gt;
Beauty is not love.&lt;br/&gt;
Love is not music.&lt;br/&gt;
Music is THE BEST”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Frank Zappa&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48427027792</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48427027792</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Apr 2013 10:44:15 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization"</title><description>“The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;atribuído a Sigmund Freud&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48309029640</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48309029640</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 23:39:07 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the..."</title><description>“I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,&lt;br/&gt;
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,&lt;br/&gt;
Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green,&lt;br/&gt;
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,&lt;br/&gt;
But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not,&lt;br/&gt;
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss,&lt;br/&gt;
And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,&lt;br/&gt;
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,&lt;br/&gt;
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)&lt;br/&gt;
Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;&lt;br/&gt;
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,&lt;br/&gt;
Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,&lt;br/&gt;
I know very well I could not.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48274565735</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/48274565735</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 13:57:16 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Rien, Victor Willing | 1980</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/85396eae91cbfcb9297906f917a14e69/tumblr_ml9l6iyuv41qbfdlmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rien, Victor Willing | 1980&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/47987229285</link><guid>http://manifestoconservador.tumblr.com/post/47987229285</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Apr 2013 22:32:42 +0100</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
