<?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-5238103572017120629</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:48:58.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOÃO SAMÕES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaosamoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaosamoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>João Samões</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238103572017120629.post-4905394867383668263</id><published>2012-01-04T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:50:37.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEb-3GWMfVo/TwR0JG6s7eI/AAAAAAAACdo/D9zkbrvNbRI/s1600/logo+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEb-3GWMfVo/TwR0JG6s7eI/AAAAAAAACdo/D9zkbrvNbRI/s200/logo+13.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&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/5238103572017120629-4905394867383668263?l=joaosamoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default/4905394867383668263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default/4905394867383668263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaosamoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>João Samões</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEb-3GWMfVo/TwR0JG6s7eI/AAAAAAAACdo/D9zkbrvNbRI/s72-c/logo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238103572017120629.post-121184387191666650</id><published>2011-03-16T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T01:39:02.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dfae37901fbf82fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfae37901fbf82fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72A8E0D34D13240DF17145F5378C11968DB862D0.3382D871AE8C572D9D37F2590DFB18717E6ECC3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfae37901fbf82fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUar_3PoiEf6EEYUweYv8uQBK3M0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfae37901fbf82fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72A8E0D34D13240DF17145F5378C11968DB862D0.3382D871AE8C572D9D37F2590DFB18717E6ECC3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfae37901fbf82fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUar_3PoiEf6EEYUweYv8uQBK3M0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ÁFRICA FANTASMA (2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A dramaturgia desta criação teatral foi guiada e assombrada pela &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;África fantasma&lt;/i&gt; de Michel Leiris, um texto de uma longa viagem saturado de sombras de um passado colonial familiar à nossa história colectiva. Leiris parte na primeira expedição etnográfica francesa a África, como um homem que perdeu a sua sombra, já não oficialmente um membro do grupo surrealista de Paris, mas ainda imbuído dessa histórica experiência libertária. &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O seu diário africano é um exercício de escrita simbiótica de etnografia, psicanálise e surrealismo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um continente &lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;transforma-se num obscuro objecto de desejo, um imenso território onde se projectam todas as inquietações, fantasias e fantasmas. &lt;/span&gt;Essa África, hoje obviamente já outra, onde na conferência de Berlim de 1885, os líderes nacionais europeus desenharam linhas arbitrárias sobre o seu dorso, para reclamar e definir “as suas” colónias; pedra preciosa do império colonial português, selvagem, misteriosa, febril, negra e abissal, atractiva e assustadora, terra de temíveis doenças, oportunidades, negócios e aventuras.&amp;nbsp;As percepções etnocêntricas de uma Europa considerada racial, cultural e economicamente superior, os laços indissociáveis entre a expansão colonial e a construção da modernidade e da vanguarda artística na Europa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;texto (&lt;i&gt;África fantasma)&lt;/i&gt; foi utilizado e manipulado como um mapa a percorrer (trilhar e triturar) e uma superfície de projecção (tela e ecrã) para os meus próprios desejos e fantasmas: os sonhos, o acaso, o fascínio pelas &lt;em&gt;artes primitivas&lt;/em&gt;, as viagens e a&amp;nbsp;aventura, o erotismo e a morte - contrapontos a um cada vez mais vincado e feroz racionalismo científico e capitalista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;A estrutura da peça assenta numa estratégia de composição polifónica; interpenetram-se memórias autobiográficas e fragmentos da história colectiva, momentos musicais e imagens poéticas, reflexões sobre o racismo e a guerra colonial portuguesa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;The dramaturgy of this theater creation was guided and haunted by Michel Leiris “L’Afrique Fantôme”, an text of a long journey saturated with shadows from a colonial past familiar to our collective history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leiris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt; went in the first French ethnographic expedition to Africa, as a man who lost his shadow, no longer as an official member of the French surrealist group, yet still imbued with that historical revolutionary experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;The text (&lt;i&gt;Phantom &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/place&gt;)&lt;/i&gt; was used and manipulated like a map to travel across and as a surface of projection (canvas and screen) for my own ghosts and desires: dreams, pure chance, &lt;em&gt;primitive arts&lt;/em&gt;, adventure, erotism and death – opposites to an increasingly marked and ferocious capitalist and scientific rationalism.&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/place&gt; becomes an immense territory to project all my fantasies and ghosts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;"&gt;La dramaturgie de cette création a été orientée et hantée par «l’Afrique Fantôme» de Michel Leiris, un texte de une voyage saturé d’ombres d’un passé colonial familier à notre histoire collective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; Leiris est parti à la première expédition ethnographique française en Afrique, en 1931, comme un homme qui a perdu son ombre, qui ne fait plus officiellement partie du groupe surréaliste de Paris, mais qui est encore imbu de cette expérience révolutionnaire historique. Le texte (L’Afrique Fantôme)&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;sera utilisé et manipulé comme une carte à parcourir (fouler et triturer) et une surface de projection (toile et écran) de mes propres fantasme&amp;nbsp;: les rêves, le hasard, la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;fascination par l’art primitif, l`érotism et la mort - tout cela semble surgir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;comme un contrepoint à un rationalisme scientifique et capitaliste de plus en plus marqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;et féroce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encenação, dramaturgia, espaço cénico e sonoro&lt;/strong&gt; 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uma composição sonora centrada na manipulação de texturas, ritmos e conteúdos das palavras e pensamentos do artista Marcel Duchamp sobre o processo criativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; construida a partir de fragmentos de entrevistas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;George e Richard Hamilton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;1957 e 1959&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O corpo como uma inesperada montagem de símbolos e códigos.&lt;/span&gt; Seria como fogo numa fogueira teria aquela atracção de algo a mover-se numa sala enquanto tu pensas noutra coisa qualquer. &lt;/span&gt;Esta peça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;começa com o som do bater do meu coração debaixo das cadeiras do público, e termina em pensamentos e devaneios sobre a intemporal cumplicidade entre arte e erotismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coreografia e interpretação&lt;/strong&gt; João Samões &lt;strong&gt;Desenho de som e luz&lt;/strong&gt; João Samões e David Palma &lt;strong&gt;Registo vídeo&lt;/strong&gt; Edgar Pêra &lt;strong&gt;Registo fotográfico&lt;/strong&gt; Ricardo Mendes &lt;strong&gt;Duração &lt;/strong&gt;18 minutos&lt;/span&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/5238103572017120629-3248841815962324124?l=joaosamoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default/3248841815962324124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default/3248841815962324124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaosamoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/18-minutos-2000.html' title=''/><author><name>João Samões</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238103572017120629.post-2504229784727883048</id><published>2010-08-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T06:35:39.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8bafaf41ef070d0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8bafaf41ef070d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54875467C741D4370412A5FD5E399C26AD90625C.353B3857804B243011BB759F290B78F273F85CE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8bafaf41ef070d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYuy-AwtRtWFnWD1gZbmoLFeJn1c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8bafaf41ef070d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54875467C741D4370412A5FD5E399C26AD90625C.353B3857804B243011BB759F290B78F273F85CE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8bafaf41ef070d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYuy-AwtRtWFnWD1gZbmoLFeJn1c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O LABIRINTO A MORTE E O PÚBLICO (2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Num espaço e tempo cúmplice; os intérpretes, o público, e um esqueleto humano interagem e reflectem sobre o carácter efémero do corpo, numa abordagem simbiótica entre uma experiência de acção no domínio do gesto e da presença e a comunicabilidade do espaço cénico no domínio dos signos e dos sentidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O meu trabalho assenta sempre num número muito restrito de variáveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nesta peça, toda a iconografia se instala sob o signo do efémero e do transitório. Ossos, flores e frutos, foram a matéria-prima iconográfica para uma (doce) celebração dos mistérios da vida e da morte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim como as palavras que acabámos de trocar se dissipam, mais aqui não fica do que um rasto de pó a vibrar na nossa memória. A morte é por excelência um momento de crise e de radical transição profundamente enraizado no coração da vida social. Todas as sociedades apresentam um determinado número de cerimónias e rituais fúnebres que têm como objectivo assinalar esta radical transição de uma fase a outra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma &lt;i&gt;thanatologia&lt;/i&gt; lança-nos na extrema diversidade e complexidade de formas culturais de pensar a morte, sob a forma de rito, mito, obra de arte, especulação filosófica ou hipótese científica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Labyrinth, Death and the Audience. Bones, fruits and flowers. The audience,&amp;nbsp;the performers and a human skeleton, all accomplices in time and space, interact and reflect upon the ephemeral and transitory nature of the body,&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in a symbiotic approach to an experience of action in terms of gesture and presence and the communicability of the set&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;within the domain&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of signs and senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La mort est par excellence un moment de crise et de transition radicale, profondément enracinée dans le cœur de la vie sociale. Toutes les sociétés ont un certain nombre de cérémonies et de rituels funéraires visant à souligner ce passage radical d'une phase à l'autre. Une &lt;i&gt;thanatologie&lt;/i&gt; nous plongerait dans l'extrême diversité et complexité culturelle des modes de réflexion sur la mort. Chaque culture répond de façon créative aux mystères de la souffrance et de la mort, et produit son propre vocabulaire sous la forme de rite, mythe, de spéculation philosophique ou d’hypothèse scientifique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encenação, dramaturgia, espaço cénico e sonoro&lt;/strong&gt; João Samões &lt;strong&gt;Interpretação&lt;/strong&gt; João Samões, João Galante, Margarida Mestre &lt;strong&gt;Registo fotográfico&lt;/strong&gt; Ricardo Mendes &lt;strong&gt;Registo vídeo&lt;/strong&gt; Helena Inverno &lt;strong&gt;Apoios&lt;/strong&gt; JGM, Transforma &lt;strong&gt;Projecto apoiado pela&lt;/strong&gt; DG/Artes-MC &lt;strong&gt;Duração&lt;/strong&gt; 60 minutos&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/5238103572017120629-2504229784727883048?l=joaosamoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default/2504229784727883048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default/2504229784727883048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaosamoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>João Samões</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238103572017120629.post-5888026092248401208</id><published>2010-08-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:09:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f651d64679fa6f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f651d64679fa6f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B2AD3DA75FFF8F7D7358135AAFC1883456239CF.241EEF82ADF7E4FA57AB6174A5533ED1F8A2E01D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df651d64679fa6f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIN9DdJvG_1HIzPBZ2eVpSibvofI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f651d64679fa6f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B2AD3DA75FFF8F7D7358135AAFC1883456239CF.241EEF82ADF7E4FA57AB6174A5533ED1F8A2E01D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df651d64679fa6f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIN9DdJvG_1HIzPBZ2eVpSibvofI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BLACKOUT (2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Blackout é um trabalho experimental centrado num objecto manipulado como gerador de som, ressonância e sentido. Nele dois intérpretes exploram a superfície e as texturas dos ossos de um esqueleto humano através de pequenos microfones, enquanto um sonoplasta esculpe electronicamente o som em tempo real, produzindo uma acção estética e sonora que serve de trampolim para uma meditação sobre os mistérios da morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cette création représentent un travail au fort expérimentalisme artistique sur les limites de la représentation du corps, de par l`expansion des possibilités sonores d`un objet manipulé et utilisé comme générateur de son, de résonance et de sens. &lt;/span&gt;Dans cette performance, deux interprètes parcourent et explorent la superficie et les textures des os d`un modèle anatomique de squelette humain à l`aide de petits microphones, pendant que un sonoplasticien manipule et sculpte le son produit en temps réel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blackout is a work centred on an expansion of the possibilities of an object manipulated and used to generate sound, resonance and meaning; two performers explore the surface and texture of the bones of a human skeleton through the use of small microphones, while a sound designer manipulates and sculpts the sound produced in real time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criação, espaço cénico e sonoro&lt;/strong&gt; João Samões &lt;strong&gt;Interpretação&lt;/strong&gt; João Samões, João Galante &lt;strong&gt;Músicos convidados para processamento de som&lt;/strong&gt; Jari Marjamaki, Vitor Joaquim, Nuno Rebelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Registo fotográfico&lt;/strong&gt; Ricardo Mendes &lt;strong&gt;Registo vídeo&lt;/strong&gt; João Biscainho &lt;strong&gt;Duração &lt;/strong&gt;45 minutos&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/5238103572017120629-5888026092248401208?l=joaosamoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default/5888026092248401208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5238103572017120629/posts/default/5888026092248401208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaosamoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/blackout-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>João Samões</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
