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terça-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2023

Janela para o passado - "primeira locomotiva produzida em Portugal", 1940

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Relógios Movado Ermeto, 1928


 (arquivo Fernando Correia de Oliveira)

Geneva Watch Week - relógios Urwerk convidam...

Meditações - All their clocks: wrong

Pluto Shits on the Universe


On February 7, 1979, Pluto crossed over Neptune’s orbit and became the eighth planet from the sun for twenty years. A study in 1988 determined that Pluto’s path of orbit could never be accurately predicted. Labeled as “chaotic,” Pluto was later discredited from planet status in 2006.

Today, I broke your solar system. Oops.

My bad. Your graph said I was supposed

to make a nice little loop around the sun.

 

Naw.

 

I chaos like a motherfucker. Ain’t no one can

chart me. All the other planets, they think

I’m annoying. They think I’m an escaped

moon, running free.

 

Fuck your moon. Fuck your solar system.

Fuck your time. Your year? Your year ain’t

shit but a day to me. I could spend your

whole year turning the winds in my bed. Thinking

about rings and how Jupiter should just pussy

on up and marry me by now. Your day?

 

That’s an asswipe. A sniffle. Your whole day

is barely the start of my sunset.

 

My name means hell, bitch. I am hell, bitch. All the cold

you have yet to feel. Chaos like a motherfucker.

And you tried to order me. Called me ninth.

Somewhere in the mess of graphs and math and compass

you tried to make me follow rules. Rules? Fuck your

rules. Neptune, that bitch slow. And I deserve all the sun

I can get, and all the blue-gold sky I want around me.

 

It is February 7th, 1979 and my skin is more

copper than any sky will ever be. More metal.

Neptune is bitch-sobbing in my rearview,

and I got my running shoes on and all this sky that’s all mine.

 

Fuck your order. Fuck your time. I realigned the cosmos.

I chaosed all the hell you have yet to feel. Now all your kids

in the classrooms, they confused. All their clocks:

wrong. They don’t even know what the fuck to do.

They gotta memorize new songs and shit. And the other

planets, I fucked their orbits. I shook the sky. Chaos like

a motherfucker.

 

It is February 7th, 1979. The sky is blue-gold:

the freedom of possibility.

 

Today, I broke your solar system. Oops. My bad.


Fatimah Ashgar

segunda-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2023

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Janela para o passado - Restaurante Marginal, Algés, 1950

Relógios Longines, 1928


 (arquivo Fernando Correia de Oliveira)

Há 200 anos - em 1823, abre-se subscrição pública para um relógio público em Silves

A Camara Constitucional querendo ainda que a memoria de um tão plausível e satisfactorio dia, ficasse permanente èm algum mo­num ento que o recordasse aos vindouros: resolveo que a predicta Traça se denominasse para o futuro Praça da Constituição, e con­vido u/seas compatriotas a uma subsevipção voluntaria, que abrió lio mesmo d ia, para conclusão da obra"de um relogio publico, que á .m uito.se achava com eçada,. e de que tanto carece esta Cidade para melhor regularidade de todos os trabalhos, tanto públicos co­mo particulares., tendo muito prazer em ver que ella nesse mesmo dia produzio 240.000 réis,

in Diário do Governo, n.º 32, de 06/02/1823 (arquivo Fernando Correia de Oliveira)

Meditações - o tempo como um rio

Se eu definisse o tempo como um rio,

a comparação levar-me-ia a tirar-te

de dentro da sua água, e a inventar-te

uma casa.


Nuno Júdice

domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2023

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Janela para o passado - Restaurante Chave de Ouro, Lisboa, 1950

Geneva Watch Week - relógios Purnell convidam...

Relógios LIP, 1928


 (arquivo Fernando Correia de Oliveira)

Meditações - no clocks or television sets marked the time

For Clifford Bernel


Lonnie didn’t want to eat with Clifford.

I tried to keep my eyes away from his mouth,

Which opened uncontrollably,

His thick saliva oozing over him.

And he couldn’t talk.

So I ate my lunch with Lonnie, heard him talk

About the dive which broke his neck, about

His motorcycle shop in Chico, while

Another nurse gave Clifford lunch.

 

                                                Every day

His parents came to push his chair around

The grounds. A grim, determined pair;

I wondered what disasters they had seen.

The nurses talked with them about

Their son. His eyes are beautiful, they said.

One day a nurse who put her stethoscope

To Clifford’s chest could not detect a beat.

“His heart has stopped,” she said in quiet awe.

The P.A. speakers cried:

CODE BLUE, C-2, STAT! CODE BLUE, C-2, STAT!

The doctors, nurses and technicians ran

Into our crowded room. The squeaking

Crash cart could not be heard above

The urgent, human sounds the doctors made:

A swirl of orders filled the air. “I need

The mallet quick, goddamnit, QUICK, I said!”

Encapsulated in my iron lung,

I noted that doctors weren’t the calm

Professionals portrayed by Robert Young

And Richard Chamberlain, but people just

As scared of death as everybody else.

Then, they took me, iron lung and all,

And parked me in a room

Where women patients spend their lives.

 

The room was quiet as a stone; no clocks

Or television sets marked the time,

Which passed as slowly as Moses climbing Mount Sinai,

Until the social worker, Mrs. Mintzer,

Came to talk to me about Shakespeare. All his tragedies,

She said, contain a point where things begin

To fall apart. The bold protagonist,

No matter what his cunning, skill or strength,

Can see his fall foreshadowed by a small

Event. Macbeth saw Banquo at the feast

And after that it went from bad to worse

Until the murd’rous thane became a corpse

Without a head. She paused to think a while.

Now Clifford led a fairly normal life,

She pointed out, despite his cerebral palsy.

Playing cards and camping with his family

Were not beyond his reach.

The point where things fell apart occurred

Five years ago, when he fell and broke

His shoulder bone.

“Clifford died,” she said.

And tried to comfort me with her sympathy

For my awful loss.

 

I didn’t mourn his death at all.

“Too bad he died so young,” I said,

At twenty-three.” But all I cared about

Was the space in my crowded room.

The p.m. nurses took me back into my room.

I asked one to play my tape,

Appalachian Spring.

She reached into my bedside stand and slipped.

“There’s blood all over the floor, Clifford’s.

I thought they’d cleaned up all that mess.”

 

I spent the weekend after that in the solarium.

I read and overheard the nurses in the next room.

“They say he wrote exquisite poetry

About the way he felt when people stared

At him as if he were a freak.”

                                  

                                                And so

I learned of my insensitivity,

Insensitivity so great I failed

To recognize a person

Caught in much the same predicament as I.

Such numbness isolates me more

Than any iron lung.

Mark O'Brien

sexta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2023

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Janela para o passado - Pastelaria Marques, 1909

Ourivesaria de António Casimiro da Costa, braga, 1900


 (arquivo Fernando Correia de Oliveira)

Meditações - The clock is obdurate

Troy Davis

 

The clock is obdurate,

Random, and definite.

Obdurate the calendar.

You thump on the cot: another signature.

 

Did it didn’t do it would do it again.

And if a deferred dream dies? Please sign the petition.

Very good. Let’s hunt for a pen.

If you thump, there’s another signature and

Signatures are given freely by the signer’s hand.

Kathleen Ossip

quinta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2023

Relógios & Canetas online - Editorial - ano recorde

Editorial Fevereiro

Ano recorde, mesmo sem China e Hong Kong, mas com MoonSwatch

A Suíça exportou em 2022 relógios num valor recorde de 24,8 mil milhões de francos (mais 11,4 por cento do que no ano anterior). Isto apesar de dois dos seus três principais mercados terem quebrado no ano passado.

A China, segundo mercado, importou menos 13,6 por cento; Hong Kong, terceiro mercado, importou menos 10,5 por cento. Os Estados Unidos, principal destino dos relógios suíços em 2022, importou mais 26,3 por cento. Portugal terminou o ano como 28º mercado, com um aumento de 14,6 por cento.

Em quantidade, a indústria relojoeira suíça estabilizou, depois de anos de diminuição - 15,8 milhões de relógios exportados (mais 0,3 por cento do que em 2021 – 49 mil unidades).

Oliver R. Müller, analista do sector, faz notar que, se não fosse o fenómeno MoonSwatch (estima-se vendas de um milhão destes relógios), a Suíça teria exportado menos 900 mil unidades, e partindo de uma base já de si muito baixa. O país exporta hoje cerca de metade dos relógios que exportava há 20 anos (29,6 milhões em 2000).

Daí que o preço médio por relógio exportado tenha continua a aumentar, cifrando-se agora nos 1.500 francos (o que dá um preço público da ordem dos 3 mil francos).

Com a imprevisibilidade que a guerra na Europa significa, a indústria relojoeira helvética está, apesar de tudo, optimista – espera um retomar forte do consumo na China.

A nível global, o conjunto dos HNWI (High Net Worth Individuals, fortuna líquida de 1 milhão de dólares) e dos UHNWI (Ultra High Net Worth Individuals, fortuna líquida de 30 milhões de dólares) continua a ser cada vez maior – serão no total 60 milhões de indivíduos em todo o mundo. A relojoaria suíça é um dos seus produtos de luxo preferidos. Tanto no mercado de primeira como de segunda mão (que este ano deverá ultrapassar o primeiro em termos de valor).

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Janela para o passado - Escola Académica, de António Florêncio dos Santos, Lisboa, 1909

Iconografia do tempo - je viens a toute heure et n'en indique aucune...


 (arquivo Fernando Correia de Oliveira)

Meditações - clocks that bonged my homesick hours at different times

The pregnancy of words


Eros scrabbles to rose and rage

to gear or gare, as in Gare du Nord,

where I trained in to Paris from not

smoking pot in Master Mad, I’m sorry,

Amsterdam, with its canals

called grachts and clocks

that bonged my homesick hours

at different times. Which is smite

for you violet types, a flower

that says “love it” if you listen. Me, I do

and don’t feel it matters that evil thrives

in live, that we tinker and smash

everything down to bits and then

try to patch a path back home, it’s our lotto

in life, to have no clue

what a natural disaster is

when that disaster is us. That’s what I love

about the shrug, it says zilch

sans le mouth and becomes

more aerobic the more you admit

the less you know, you know? It’s a jumble

out there, kids, with slips and slides

and elide’s eally ool, depending

what’s lopped off, as in light of   hand

or slight of and, but I better spot

before you pots how sparse

this parsing is. Besides, what can I say

about language other than it’s an anal egg

in need of one glorious u. Words

or sword — pick your poisson. Every time

I try to peak into speaking, the bag

of gab to learn what our noodles

are really up to, I get flummoxed

that the tools I use

are the stool I stand on

to see a way in or out. I can’t even tell

if  I’m more trapped or rapt,

if meaning’s mean or play’s

a dumb waiter riding numbly

up and down. But have you noticed

read becomes dear

if you ignore the world

as you find it and find it in you

to swirl the word, in the way

solve and loves are the same

bones, different skeletons.

Bob Hicok

quarta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2023

Geneva Watch Week - relógios Kross Studio convidam...

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Janela para o passado - campainhas eléctricas, Lisboa, 1909

Humor relojoeiro - parem de lhe dar corda...


 (arquivo Fernando Correia de Oliveira)

Acabado de chegar, de Munique - Zeppelin Atlantik Automatik GMT


O modelo Zeppelin Atlantik Automatik GMT, equipado com o calibre Citizen/ Miyota 9075, foi das novidades técnica e esteticamente mais interessantes de 2022, devido ao preço. Por menos de 500 euros, um calibre automático com data e segundo fuso horário é muito difícil de encontrar. O centro do mostrador, com um mapa-mundo desenhado a cores, dá-lhe um toque especial. De Munique, acabou de nos chegar pelo correio um exemplar, acompanhado de três estações de carregamento. Obrigado Willi Birk! (POINT Tech Electronic GmbH). Obrigado Jorge Pinheiro! (Sociedade de Relojoaria Independente).

Relógios & Canetas online Fevereiro


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Meditações - o relógio do pai

Radiant Ivory

After the death of my father, I locked

 myself in my room, bored and animal-like.

 The travel clock, the Johnnie Walker bottle,

 the parrot tulips—everything possessed his face,

 chaste and obscure. Snow and rain battered the air

 white, insane, slathery. Nothing poured

 out of me except sensibility, dilated.

 It was as if I were sub-born—preverbal,

 truculent, pure—with hard ivory arms

 reaching out into a dark and crowded space,

 illuminated like a perforated silver box

 or a little room in which glowing cigarettes

 came and went, like souls losing magnitude,

 but none with the battered hand I knew.

Henri Cole