<?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-38552645</id><updated>2012-01-25T02:41:34.799-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joaquim Branco</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3761456286049535357</id><published>2012-01-21T19:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:44:00.799-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OS NOMES DE ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Se Ana Maria Machado não houvesse realizado todo o seu grande percurso na literatura infanto-juvenil, só o seu 1º livro publicado – “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recado do nome&lt;/i&gt;: leitura de Guimarães Rosa à luz do nome de seus personagens”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt; – já lhe daria ampla projeção no meio literário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo ser um clássico da crítica, só agora o li, em 3ª edição, e pude perceber o quanto é imprescindível para a compreensão da obra de Guimarães Rosa. Além dessa inestimável contribuição técnica, trata-se, antes de tudo, de uma leitura das mais prazerosas, notadamente para quem conhece o autor mineiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Mas por que escrever uma obra tão específica apenas sobre nomes próprios de personagens? Pois é. Todos sabemos que a ficção de Guimarães Rosa, além de possuir uma linguagem inovadora – carregada de arcaísmos, neologismos, jogos sintáticos – traz escondida nos nomes de seus personagens um universo à parte de significação. O desvendamento proposto por Ana Maria Machado vai mais além, e tem tantas razões que ‘auxiliam’ na penetração no projeto rosiano que qualquer leitor se sentirá gratificado com o seu conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;A cada enigma proposto por Rosa, vai o ‘recado’ sendo decifrado e incorporado ao porquê dos temas e dos enredos que surgem da bifurcação entre o sistema onomástico (mais do que a palavra isolada) e a estrutura da própria narrativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Grande sertão: veredas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;, por exemplo, o personagem seo Habão, que inicialmente é Abraão, sofre alterações à medida que o texto precisa caracterizá-lo diferentemente: “o nome dele não era na verdade Abrão, mas Habão que assim se chamava.” (ROSA, apud MACHADO, 2003, p. 54). Machado mostra como “começa a apagar sua [do nome] imagem cheia de conotações bíblicas de hospitalidade... (MACHADO, 2003, p. 54) para depois – transportado a outro aspecto do nome (Habão/habere/possuir), apresentar o lado ruim do personagem: “precisava de todos como escravos” (ROSA, 1958, p. 392) ou “pudesse economizava até com o sol, com a chuva” (Id., ibid., p. 392).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;O escorrer incessante de um rio – o Urucuia, que nunca chega ao mar – é comparável à vida do vaqueiro nômade Riobaldo – rio + baldo (frustrado) –: “Como os rios não dormem. O rio não quer ir a parte alguma, ele quer é chegar a ser mais grosso, mais fundo (...) Recolhe e semeia areia. Fui cativo para ser solto? (...) Mesmo na hora em que eu for morrer, eu sei que o Urucuia está sempre, ele corre. O que eu fui, o que eu fui.” (ROSA, 1958, p. 410).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Assim como são decifradas várias acepções do vocábulo Riobaldo (“rio baldio”), os diversos desdobramentos da personagem e da palavra Diadorim (personagem do “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Grande sertão”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;) também são tratados: “Diá” como diabo, dependendo do momento da estória; “Diá” como Dea (deusa); “Dia” como luz, brilho; “adorar” (deadorar), Deus e amor; “durar” (o jagunço Quipes falava: “Diardurinh...” (quase como andorinha) e muitos outros que aparecem no texto rosiano (MACHADO, 2003, p. 69).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;O bandido Hermógenes – procurado em todo o sertão pelo bando de Riobaldo e Diadorim – é o “filho do ermo”, origina-se do nome do deus grego Hermes (Mercúrio para os latinos), lembra solidão, comércio, rapidez. “O Hermógenes – demônio. Sim só isto. Era ele mesmo (ROSA, 1958, p. 48) matador – o de judiar de criaturas filhas-de-deus – felão de mau.” (Id., ibid., p. 179).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Na novela “Cara-de-Bronze”, por exemplo, o tema da procura da poesia começa pelo próprio texto, cujo teor poético é tão explícito quanto misterioso: “A noiva tem olhos gázeos” (Id., ibid., p. 6l9). Através do personagem Grivo (já insinuado: grifo), o emissário do enigmático Patrão, segundo Ana Maria, “não sai à procura do sentido, nem do real” (MACHADO, 2003, p. 92), mas da palavra como significante. Por outro lado, ao chamar a atenção para o que está escrito (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;grifado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;), ele mostra o mundo por meio da linguagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Guimarães Rosa, em “Cara-de-Bronze”, a partir dos conceitos de significante e significado procura atingir finalmente o signo, como se demonstra na passagem com o vaqueiro Maçapira (pira = fogo) que cuida da fogueira para ‘iluminar’ e premiar o leitor com um epílogo assim: “Estou escutando a sede do gado.” (ROSA, 1958, p. 691).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Anteriormente, na resposta a Cicica, a fala do Grivo desmonta o lugar-comum à maneira machadiana, e remonta um velho e surrado provérbio em outras bases: “Ninguém não enxerga um palmo atrás de seu nariz...” (ROSA, 1958, p. 618).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Nas suas 203 páginas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;O recado do nome”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt; – referência à novela rosiana “O recado do morro” – Ana Maria Machado, analisando aspectos linguísticos do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Grande sertão: veredas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt; e de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;Tutameia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt; e das novelas “Cara-de-Bronze”, “Uma estória de amor”, “Buriti”. “Dão-Lalalão”, “O recado do morro” e “A estória de Lélio e Lina”, nos dá a grande dimensão que os nomes próprios dos personagens podem ter na estrutura e no significado das narrativas, especialmente nas de Guimarães Rosa, este emplumador de palavras, como ele mesmo se denominava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Referências: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;MACHADO, Ana Maria. &lt;i&gt;Recado do nome&lt;/i&gt; – leitura de Guimarães Rosa à luz do nome de seus personagens. 3ª ed.. Rio as Janeiro: Nova Fronteira, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ROSA, Guimarães. &lt;i&gt;Grande sertão: veredas&lt;/i&gt;. 2ª ed. Rio de Janeiro: J.Olympio, 1958.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;______. Cara-de-Bronze. In: ______. &lt;i&gt;Corpo de baile&lt;/i&gt;. 2 vol. 1ª ed. Rio de Janeiro: J.Olympio, 1956, p. 555-621.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3761456286049535357?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3761456286049535357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3761456286049535357' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3761456286049535357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3761456286049535357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-nomes-de-rosa.html' title='OS NOMES DE ROSA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-179961800012762494</id><published>2011-12-19T10:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:00:53.654-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LANÇAMENTO: "UMA VERDE HISTÓRIA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF67spjXBqc/TudursJ-VLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WiYJY9Jb7MU/s1600/Robert+Duncan+e+Affonso+Avila+Cor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF67spjXBqc/TudursJ-VLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WiYJY9Jb7MU/s200/Robert+Duncan+e+Affonso+Avila+Cor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Num domingo deste dezembro chuvoso, recebo um presente denominado &lt;em&gt;Para uma elegia africana&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Toward an african elegy&lt;/em&gt;). Que achará disto o leitor?: “Eu não conheço nenhum continente da África/ mais sombrio que este/ sombrio continente de meu peito”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O poeta Affonso Ávila me envia sua bela tradução do livro de Robert Duncan, do qual foram tirados apenas 100 exemplares para 100 sortudos leitores, num opúsculo de poemas e fragmentos com motivos africanos, como o título indica, pertencentes ao conjunto de &lt;em&gt;Selected poems&lt;/em&gt;, editado em San Francisco em 1959. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Robert Duncan nasceu em 1919 em Oakland, na Califórnia, e morreu em 1988. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Conhecido como notável poeta de sua geração, ganhou o “Poetry’s Union Prize”, e se destacou nos movimentos literários da Geração Beat e da cultura gay americana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seu tradutor, Affonso Ávila, credencia-se com um dos maiores poetas brasileiros contemporâneos, no entanto, pouco divulgado pela mídia, apesar de sua importante obra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para uma elegia africana&lt;/em&gt; começa assim: “Nos bosques da África de seu natural prodígio/ o mais selvagem, zebra, o ocapi, o elefante, /introduziu-se o maravilhoso. /Nada maravilhoso /conheço eu que a nativa /selva do pensamento. As esposas do Congo /ali destilam seu sangue e os maridos /caçam leão com as lanças e pintam espórios-da-Morte /nos escudos, usam seus dentes garras e cabeleira /nas habituais cerimônias”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Penetra-se com Duncan no interior da selva africana, em soturna caminhada: “A morte é o homem de cabeça-de-cão zebra-listrado /e cercado pelo silêncio que caminha como um leão, /que é negro. Foi sua voz chorando de volta /que Virginia Woolf escutou (...)” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A tradução refinada de Ávila vai nos trazendo versos de intensa concentração poética para revelar: “As antecâmaras da África nós a buscamos em sonhos /como barreiras de sonho contra o abismo, e mares /perturbados voltam-se sobre suas ondas /para dentro de salas abandonadas às raízes do amor”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No encerramento, Duncan não perde o tom inicial; reforça-os em dedilhada canção: “(...) E então como sombrio /é ainda o Congo. Como as cansadas sereias /surgem das águas, não para serem tocadas /mas para repousarem sobre os rochedos do trovão. /E então como triste /é ainda o maravilhoso”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Duncan e Ávila – uma feliz união de poeta-autor e poeta-tradutor – mostram que não são necessárias muitas páginas para se produzir um bom livro, mas é preciso dispor de recursos poéticos capazes de levantar palavras e construções que possam nos tirar o “coração das trevas”, mesmo num domingo cinzento de tanta chuva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;DUNCAN, Robert. &lt;em&gt;Para uma elegia africana&lt;/em&gt;. Trad. Affonso Ávila. Belo Horizonte: Edições 1300, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3355869143613115641?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3355869143613115641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3355869143613115641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3355869143613115641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3355869143613115641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/12/num-domingo-deste-dezembro-chuvoso_13.html' title='NUM DOMINGO CHUVOSO...'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF67spjXBqc/TudursJ-VLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WiYJY9Jb7MU/s72-c/Robert+Duncan+e+Affonso+Avila+Cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3446569932803741742</id><published>2011-07-19T16:01:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:00:10.538-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CENAS DA VIDA MINEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre as conquistas do Modernismo brasileiro conta-se a valorização docotidiano que, para os escritores mineiros, se associou ao que se convencionouchamar de ‘mineiridade’. Um selo que situa tantos nossos poetas quanto osficcionistas entre duas noções conflitantes: a “cabeça baixa” e o “sentimentodo mundo”&amp;nbsp;drummondianos, melhor dizendo, entre o retraimento e ouniversalismo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Podem se extrair essa e outras constatações da leiturado trabalho de Ivan Marques intitulado&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cenasde um modernismo de província&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(SãoPaulo: Editora 34, 2011, 271 p.), excelente ensaio sobre o grupo do “Estrela”&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que nos anos de1925/26 ‘agitou’ Belo Horizonte com a publicação de&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Revista&lt;/i&gt;. Carlos Drummond deAndrade, João Alphonsus, Pedro Nava, Emílio Moura, Cyro dos Anjos e outrosfaziam parte desse grupo e dessa revista da qual saíram três números quemarcaram bem sua passagem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Em Minas, houve mais três publicações:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Montanha&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Electrica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verde&lt;/i&gt;.A primeira, da cidade de Ubá, e a segunda, de Itanhandu, tiveram existênciamuito efêmera e pouca repercussão, mas&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verde&lt;/i&gt;,de Cataguases, tornou-se uma das mais conhecidas variantes do Modernismo nointerior do país, seja pelos seis números editados, seja pela significativacontribuição às nossas letras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Por aí se vê que Minas exerceu um múltiplo papel naprodução e no diálogo modernista da época.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Na sua&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cenasde um modernismo de província&lt;/i&gt;, Ivan Marques, porém, cita apenas&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Verde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e lhe dedica quase um subcapítulo,destacando a figura de Ascânio Lopes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;No primeiro capítulo Marques salienta a importância domodernismo mineiro, dentro do qual analisa a estrutura e a evolução do grupo do“Estrela”. Nas demais partes dedica-se à interpretação da trajetória e obra deDrummond, Emílio Moura, João Alphonsus e Cyro dos Anjos, em avaliações pertinentese valiosas para interessados no fenômeno “Minas”, esse imenso celeiro devalores para o cenário nacional.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Cito um fragmento: “Embora estimulado pelosacontecimentos de São Paulo, o modernismo teria conhecido em Minas uma dinâmicaprópria, ou melhor, um ponto de equilíbrio em que se combinavam a ousadia dasinovações e a fidelidade ao passado literário: ‘curiosa modernidade mineira’,conclui Antonio Candido”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Esta obra de Ivan Marques é uma leitura imprescindívelpara se conhecer o espírito mineiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que se aventurou, nos idos de 1920,carregado de todas as suas nuances e idiossincrasias, a colaborar na reforma daliteratura brasileira que se fazia na época. O que realizou com muito êxito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Og&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;rupo era assim chamado porque se reunia num bar chamado “Estrela”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;- Joaquim Branco – poeta, crítico,professor na Unis/FIC, doutor em literatura pela Uerj.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3446569932803741742?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3446569932803741742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3446569932803741742' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3446569932803741742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3446569932803741742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/07/cenas-da-vida-mineira-joaquim-branco.html' title='CENAS DA VIDA MINEIRA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-2218156650966826162</id><published>2011-06-23T19:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:00:21.386-02:00</updated><title type='text'>C'ANTIGA DE AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FpObwOthAY/TgO5iBbUOPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/NzGF_X-gPDg/s1600/C%2527antiga%2Bde%2Bamigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621540754038208754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FpObwOthAY/TgO5iBbUOPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/NzGF_X-gPDg/s200/C%2527antiga%2Bde%2Bamigo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 338px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_ZwojieiuM/TgO5EYbfbDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/JYPdvJKPlPY/s1600/C%2527antiga%2Bde%2Bamigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-2218156650966826162?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2218156650966826162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=2218156650966826162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2218156650966826162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2218156650966826162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/06/cantiga-de-amigo-joaquim-branco.html' title='C&apos;ANTIGA DE AMIGO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FpObwOthAY/TgO5iBbUOPI/AAAAAAAAAkc/NzGF_X-gPDg/s72-c/C%2527antiga%2Bde%2Bamigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-2956277350170475206</id><published>2011-06-23T18:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:01:39.172-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSÁRIO FUSCO, O APÓSTOLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0jmS6ktWks/TgO13KOM5cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/h0e575snidU/s1600/Fusco%2B-%2BDi%2BCarrara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621536719129863618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0jmS6ktWks/TgO13KOM5cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/h0e575snidU/s200/Fusco%2B-%2BDi%2BCarrara.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 126px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;Passaram-se mais de 40 anos da morte de Rosário Fusco (1910-1967), e só agora, após a leitura d’&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;O livro de João&lt;/i&gt;, pude concordar com o que o nosso autor me confidenciou certa vez: “este é o meu melhor livro”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;Composto de 31 capítulos em 272 páginas, edição da Epasa em 1944, confesso que comecei mal a leitura do 1º capítulo. Só fui me interessar mais lá pelo capítulo IV, página 44, e apenas me entusiasmei na metade do romance, quando descrições e reflexões surgiam mais amiúde e alternadamente penetravam na trama. “Vinha com ele [o vento] um cheiro de mato, cheiro rural de chácaras e pastos orvalhados, que o olfato identificava no espaço e a memória situava no tempo. A meninice voltava, por instantes, nas asas da manhã.” (p. 44)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;João, o protagonista-narrador, conta a história ora em 1ª pessoa, ora em 3ª, como melhor convinha à narrativa. Como nesta 3ª pessoa: “E João arrumava as malas, pregava suportes na parede” (p. 180), que admite a introspecção: “Hoje, o jantar será especial, João. [....] tens que te preparar para a infalível exibição.” (p. 180) Ou nesta 1ª pessoa: “Cada palavra dela me caía no ouvido como uma pedrada – mas as pedras transformavam-se em sons e os sons compunham a valsa vienense do restaurante.” (p. 201)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;A impressão que me ia ficando da ‘convivência’ de alguns dias com João, Moreira e Carmélia – o triângulo amoroso e centro das ações – era de que ali estava o romancista pronto aos 34 anos, totalmente consciente do manejo ficcional, em seu segundo romance. Gira o enredo em torno de um casal – Moreira (fotógrafo meio malandro) e Carmélia – que acolheu João (funcionário de um laboratório) em sua casa num subúrbio de uma grande cidade (certamente o Rio de Janeiro). Os demais personagens vão rareando quando a trama começa a se concentrar no trio principal. Os bondes, o trânsito, as distâncias, os cafés, as praias, casas de prostituição identificam a ambiência de uma metrópole brasileira dos anos 40, como se pode perceber neste fragmento em que o narrador aponta o dedo para a obviedade, mas com sentido de descoberta: “(...) o subúrbio não era abandonado, era uma positiva mentira o conforto da cidade, a sedução do centro. Não se mora nos jardins, nas lojas de luxo, nas praias: mora-se num quarto, numa sala, numa casa.” (p. 177)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;De repente senti que o romance se escrevia sozinho – me lembrando uma observação de Hemingway – para um leitor atônito ante exposição tão crua e verdadeira da natureza humana ficcionalizada com maestria: “Só me satisfaz uma morte que abale a terra, escureça o sol, rasgue o véu do templo”. (p. 124) “Nas guerras morrem milhões: sem rezas, sem arrepios, sem comoções dos presentes, sem ao menos um pregão anunciando algo – ‘morreu por isso ou por aquilo.’” (p. 125) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;Sucedem-se a cada capítulo, ora em monólogo interior, as vozes individualizadas do protagonista e do narrador, ‘dividindo’ o mesmo personagem: “Fuja do jamais, João, não há jamais. Sim, não há jamais porque o tempo é meu, mora em mim, dentro de mim, num lugar onde não existem paredes separando o presente do passado e o passado do futuro, onde tudo se liga, porque tudo nasceu ligado com o mundo, antes das coisas terem nomes, antes das eras, antes da história, milênios antes de nasceres, João, se te satisfaz participares nominalmente do mistério.” (p. 135-6) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;O livro de João&lt;/i&gt; me lembrou, pelo título, desde o princípio da leitura, um outro romance de Rosário Fusco – &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Dia do Juízo –&lt;/i&gt;, publicado em 1961, quase 30 anos depois. Portanto, fiquei como que esperando o que viria, e na página 116 encontro: “Coincidira aquele momento com o Juízo Final cotidiano a que estamos sujeitos? [....] Não há nada que se faça, de bom ou de mau, sem consequência. Se não a percebemos não quer dizer que não exista. Todo caminho começa por um passo. Dou o passo, mas não vejo o que piso, o que tenho debaixo dos pés.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;Não só esse, mas os motivos bíblicos ‘perseguem’ o narrador: “Como o paralítico do Novo Testamento, eu carecia da palavra, de uma palavra – tácita ou expressa num gesto – para caminhar. Não basta traduzires, João, nem indicares traduções a serem feitas.” (p. 207). Na página 252, leio o complemento na mesma tecla, em vozes que se alternam: “Não colocava o pecado sob o signo do imprevisto: marcava-lhe data, hora e lugar, porque só está fora do tempo e do espaço o Dia do Juízo. Pode ser agora, no momento em que escrevo, pode ser logo mais, talvez amanhã, acaso daqui a milhões de séculos. O relógio que o apontará não fica na parede, nem no bolso, nem no pulso, nem na mesa da cabeceira, nem na escrivaninha do laboratório, nem na torre da igreja, nem na coluna do abrigo de bondes, nem no alto da estação: está dentro de ti, João, dentro de todos, pingando como a torneira da casa do fotógrafo, sem te encher, como a chuva não enche o mar e o volume deste é sempre igual, receba ou não as águas de todos os rios da terra.”  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;"&gt;No espaço destas breves considerações, não é possível mostrar integralmente a grandeza desta obra de Rosário Fusco, mas por suas últimas palavras – poéticas, demiúrgicas – pode-se entrever o que deixei de anotar: “Eu estava solto nos topos da terra, entre gases desconhecidos e poeira, paralelos e meridianos, arranhando a cabeça nas constelações. Testava as mãos nos trópicos e andava de patins nos fios de círculos polares, íntimo dos astros, sem testemunhas e sem ligações. Mas os espíritos dos meus mortos – amigos e conhecidos – não me fiscalizariam porventura?” (p. 272)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-2956277350170475206?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2956277350170475206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=2956277350170475206' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2956277350170475206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2956277350170475206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/06/rosario-fusco-o-apostolo-joaquim-branco.html' title='ROSÁRIO FUSCO, O APÓSTOLO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0jmS6ktWks/TgO13KOM5cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/h0e575snidU/s72-c/Fusco%2B-%2BDi%2BCarrara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-943420484352637793</id><published>2011-03-27T08:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:01:30.669-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O CONTO À MEIA-LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7QWV-GYOGA/TY8eoqnKAoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LWBaaV5Xt9k/s1600/Capa%2Bcontracapa%2BJPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588719346572198530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7QWV-GYOGA/TY8eoqnKAoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LWBaaV5Xt9k/s200/Capa%2Bcontracapa%2BJPG.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 174px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 370px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este livro resultou de um estudo intitulado “Marcas ficcionais no discurso mimético e minimalista de Adrino Aragão”,  apresentado à Professora Doutora Angélica Maria Santos Soares, e aprovado em 19.04.2010, pela Comissão de Pós-Graduação e Pesquisa da Faculdade de Letras da UFRJ, no curso de Pós-Doutorado. Ele aborda a conceituação, a estrutura e o desenvolvimento da narrativa curta e curtíssima, compreendida no que se convencionou chamar de Minimalismo na literatura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-943420484352637793?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/943420484352637793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=943420484352637793' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/943420484352637793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/943420484352637793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-conto-meia-luz-joaquim-branco.html' title='O CONTO À MEIA-LUZ'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7QWV-GYOGA/TY8eoqnKAoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LWBaaV5Xt9k/s72-c/Capa%2Bcontracapa%2BJPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-4329772234275074865</id><published>2011-03-20T11:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:01:51.436-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA POSTAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz7ovWJMqvg/TYYVe9SnCtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/K5D6QRfK_P8/s1600/OVNI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586176009392556754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz7ovWJMqvg/TYYVe9SnCtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/K5D6QRfK_P8/s200/OVNI.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 198px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 306px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-4329772234275074865?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4329772234275074865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=4329772234275074865' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4329772234275074865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4329772234275074865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/03/poema-postal-joaquim-branco-2011.html' title='POEMA POSTAL'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz7ovWJMqvg/TYYVe9SnCtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/K5D6QRfK_P8/s72-c/OVNI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8710705777157882921</id><published>2011-02-07T09:45:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:33:20.912-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GRUPO TOTEM - 1969</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TU_masn48cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MoHjrJMlxMw/s1600/Grupo%2BTotem%2B1969%2Bcom%2Blegenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TU_masn48cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MoHjrJMlxMw/s200/Grupo%2BTotem%2B1969%2Bcom%2Blegenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570924610410049986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Foto do grupo literário Totem em 1969&lt;br /&gt;na entrada do Colégio Cataguases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8710705777157882921?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8710705777157882921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8710705777157882921' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8710705777157882921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8710705777157882921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/02/grupo-totem-1969.html' title='GRUPO TOTEM - 1969'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TU_masn48cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MoHjrJMlxMw/s72-c/Grupo%2BTotem%2B1969%2Bcom%2Blegenda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-5058093436538574753</id><published>2011-01-30T14:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:01:58.725-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HORAS LÍQUIDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORAS LÍQUIDAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que são horas diluídas?&lt;br /&gt;São horas que se poetizaram no espaço&lt;br /&gt;e apenas marcaram momentos fluidos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quem foram vividas&lt;br /&gt;e onde se perderam&lt;br /&gt;para se depositar  líquidas&lt;br /&gt;em relógios borrados de páginas&lt;br /&gt;de tempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memória? Vento? Razão?&lt;br /&gt;Quem então soube dessas horas&lt;br /&gt;diluídas em esparsas gotas&lt;br /&gt;geridas  na memória&lt;br /&gt;perdidas em frestas&lt;br /&gt;nas desoras e vãos da História?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um texto-hora grava frações&lt;br /&gt;eternas que entristecem auroras&lt;br /&gt;ou alegram umbrais&lt;br /&gt;para deixar na hora-texto&lt;br /&gt;apenas um sopro de vento,&lt;br /&gt;um movimento para o ponteiro&lt;br /&gt;dos segundos cravar no último minuto&lt;br /&gt;do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(28.07.2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-5058093436538574753?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5058093436538574753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=5058093436538574753' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5058093436538574753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5058093436538574753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/01/horas-liquidas-poema-de-joaquim-branco.html' title='HORAS LÍQUIDAS'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8392787731144794975</id><published>2011-01-22T20:50:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:47:20.997-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTÓPHORO FONTE BOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TTtfpAHTp6I/AAAAAAAAAis/PPvRlbQVGb8/s1600/Fonte%2BBoa%2Btrab%2Bnat%2Bpeq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565146922556303266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TTtfpAHTp6I/AAAAAAAAAis/PPvRlbQVGb8/s200/Fonte%2BBoa%2Btrab%2Bnat%2Bpeq.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 130px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue; color: white; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O ÚLTIMO DOS VERDES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha desistido de conseguir maiores informações sobre o escritor Christóphoro Fonte Boa. Foram anos de procura em jornais, universidades, bibliotecas, até no Arquivo Mineiro fui buscar fontes. Ninguém sabia do nosso poeta.&lt;br /&gt;E eis que agora obtive uma pista por meio do amigo e professor de Geografia Marcos Mergarejo Netto, com quem falei de minhas preocupações acerca daquele que era o mais ‘misterioso’ dos membros da revista Verde. Marcos conseguiu o número de telefone de um sobrinho de Fonte Boa, o advogado Válter Bueno Fonte Boa, residente em São Gotardo. Através do Válter cheguei a dona Veralice Fernandes Fonte Boa, uma sobrinha com quem Christóphoro conviveu em Juiz de Fora antes de morrer em 1993. Em breve, pretendo ir a Juiz de Fora para uma entrevista com dona Veralice.&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, revelo os dados que consegui com a prestimosa colaboração do dr. Válter e de dona Veralice.&lt;br /&gt;Christóphoro Fonte Boa nasceu em São Gotardo (MG) a 29 de agosto de 1906, filho de Sebastião Lopes Fonte Boa e Firmina Alves da Silva.&lt;br /&gt;Fez os primeiros estudos em São Gotardo e parte do curso ginasial em Ouro Preto, concluído no Ginásio de Cataguases. Trabalhou em ambos como inspetor de alunos.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1927 participou do Movimento Verde.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1932, concluiu o curso de Direito na UFMG, em Belo Horizonte, e exerceu o jornalismo no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diário de Minas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pertencia à Academia de Letras de Juiz de Fora e escrevia no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diário Mercantil&lt;/span&gt;, quando residiu em Juiz de Fora. Morreu em Juiz de Fora em 1993.&lt;br /&gt;Deixou o livro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu, tu e a quarta dimensão&lt;/span&gt;, edição particular e fora de comércio.&lt;br /&gt;Com o título sugestivo de “O sol na prosa”, transcrevo um poema de Fonte Boa que vale também pelas imagens de um cotidiano brincalhão retratando a capital mineira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O SOL NA PROSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Belo Horizonte em junho&lt;br /&gt;o sol pela manhã não&lt;br /&gt;é pau não.&lt;br /&gt;(Se fosse em Ouro Preto as&lt;br /&gt;lagartixas se espichavam&lt;br /&gt;pra fora dos buracos&lt;br /&gt;nas pedras centenárias)&lt;br /&gt;Ao meio-dia não é de&lt;br /&gt;todo católico debaixo&lt;br /&gt;do braço dos transeuntes.&lt;br /&gt;Mas às quinze é banzão.&lt;br /&gt;nas sombras compridas&lt;br /&gt;das árvores redondas.&lt;br /&gt;Por que então aquele&lt;br /&gt;homem varapau de&lt;br /&gt;guarda-sol ou chuva&lt;br /&gt;na paisagem mineira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fontes: revista &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cidade das Letras&lt;/span&gt;, da Academia de JF, de 31.05.1945, p. 39; Poesia em Juiz de Fora (coletânea) - Projeto Documento - Pesquisa: Dormevilly Nóbrega – FUNALFA - 1981&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8392787731144794975?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8392787731144794975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8392787731144794975' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8392787731144794975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8392787731144794975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2011/01/christophoro-fonte-boa.html' title='CHRISTÓPHORO FONTE BOA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TTtfpAHTp6I/AAAAAAAAAis/PPvRlbQVGb8/s72-c/Fonte%2BBoa%2Btrab%2Bnat%2Bpeq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7422976917412737892</id><published>2010-12-02T08:57:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:15:59.642-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I e II FESTIVAL AUDIOVISUAL DE CATAGUASES - 1969-1970</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd9NyVm4MI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4_h6OeFTtQc/s1600/Comissao%2BFAC%2BII%2B1970%2Btrab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd9NyVm4MI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4_h6OeFTtQc/s200/Comissao%2BFAC%2BII%2B1970%2Btrab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546039141934227650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd87aGO1NI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IMGKlkBM4YI/s1600/2%25C2%25BA%2BFAC%2B1970%2Btrab%2Bpeq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd87aGO1NI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IMGKlkBM4YI/s200/2%25C2%25BA%2BFAC%2B1970%2Btrab%2Bpeq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546038826189640914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd80115JaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/38D7b6I9S4I/s1600/Comissao%2BFAC%2BI%2B1969%2Btrab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd80115JaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/38D7b6I9S4I/s200/Comissao%2BFAC%2BI%2B1969%2Btrab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546038713378219426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd8tP2ul7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/-2MTDCSSWLg/s1600/1%25C2%25BA%2BFAC%2B1969%2Btrab%2Bpeq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd8tP2ul7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/-2MTDCSSWLg/s200/1%25C2%25BA%2BFAC%2B1969%2Btrab%2Bpeq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546038582922090418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capas dos folhetos com as semifinalistas do I e II FAC - Festival Audiovisual de Cataguases - Música e Poema-Processo, realizados no Edgard Cine-Teatro, em 1969 e 1970, respectivamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7422976917412737892?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7422976917412737892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7422976917412737892' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7422976917412737892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7422976917412737892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-e-ii-festival-audiovisual-de.html' title='I e II FESTIVAL AUDIOVISUAL DE CATAGUASES - 1969-1970'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TPd9NyVm4MI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4_h6OeFTtQc/s72-c/Comissao%2BFAC%2BII%2B1970%2Btrab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1243155418087238387</id><published>2010-11-26T09:34:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:08:07.807-02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 AUTORES 3 PROPOSTAS - 04.12.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TO-bn5QrWZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/92uLktqBuwY/s1600/Convite%2Bnovo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TO-bn5QrWZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/92uLktqBuwY/s200/Convite%2Bnovo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543820776004344210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 4 de dezembro próximo, sábado, a partir das 20 horas, a Chácara Dona Catarina vai receber convidados para o lançamento de livros de três autores cataguasenses: Lina Tâmega Peixoto, Francisco Marcelo Cabral e Joaquim Branco. São duas gerações de escritores cataguasenses que vêm se dedicando ao trabalho literário há muitos anos e fizeram sua marca cultural em nossa cidade. &lt;br /&gt;Lina Tâmega apresenta Os bichos da Vó, com ilustrações de sua neta Mônica D.P., uma obra em cores com belos poemas criados por sua técnica e imaginação, agora numa experiência nova pela literatura infantil.&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo Cabral desdobra sua trajetória poética com este Campo marcado, poemas de rara sensibilidade que vão do cotidiano à reflexão sobre temas atuais.&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco reúne suas resenhas e crônicas sobre autores e temas literários, abrindo suas Janelas de leitura para ler o mundo com o leitor.&lt;br /&gt;São três autores cataguasenses que irão mostrar ao público suas novas propostas cheias de crença na contribuição que a leitura e o conhecimento podem trazer para todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-1243155418087238387?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1243155418087238387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1243155418087238387' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1243155418087238387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1243155418087238387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/11/lancamento-triplo-04122010.html' title='3 AUTORES 3 PROPOSTAS - 04.12.2010'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TO-bn5QrWZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/92uLktqBuwY/s72-c/Convite%2Bnovo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7396511579350595387</id><published>2010-11-21T18:09:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:36:23.912-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REVISTA DE LETRAS - 1997/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TOl885_ylLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SO2kEJ41KXc/s1600/Rev%2BLetras%2B2%2Bpeq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TOl885_ylLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SO2kEJ41KXc/s200/Rev%2BLetras%2B2%2Bpeq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542098202258478258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TOl82VLmezI/AAAAAAAAAho/WHvHBf--JLI/s1600/Rev%2Bde%2BLetras%2B1%2Bpeq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TOl82VLmezI/AAAAAAAAAho/WHvHBf--JLI/s200/Rev%2Bde%2BLetras%2B1%2Bpeq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542098089296689970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capas da &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Revista de Letras&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nº 1 e 2, editadas em outubro de 1997 e outubro de 1998, respectivamente pelo Departamento de Letras da FIC - Faculdades Integradas de Cataguases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7396511579350595387?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7396511579350595387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7396511579350595387' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7396511579350595387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7396511579350595387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/11/revista-de-letras-19978.html' title='REVISTA DE LETRAS - 1997/8'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TOl885_ylLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SO2kEJ41KXc/s72-c/Rev%2BLetras%2B2%2Bpeq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-337409471681833463</id><published>2010-10-30T09:14:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T09:24:36.294-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMANA DA FIC - 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TMv_B103rbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JCoRoeqLh38/s1600/Capa+Mythos+5+-+em+jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TMv_B103rbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JCoRoeqLh38/s200/Capa+Mythos+5+-+em+jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533796974248570290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capa da revista &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mythos 5&lt;/span&gt;, que será lançada na Semana da FIC, dia 10/novembro/2010, no salão do Teatro Universitário da FIC, a partir de 19 h, em Cataguases.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá extensa programação de 10 a 12 de novembro, em especial a dramatização dos minicontos de P.J.Ribeiro, no dia 10: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tragiminicontos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pelo grupo do 4º de Letras e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Num dia qualquer, sem aviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dramatização de poemas de Márcia Carrano, no dia 11, a partir de 19 h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-337409471681833463?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/337409471681833463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=337409471681833463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/337409471681833463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/337409471681833463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/10/semana-da-fic-2010.html' title='SEMANA DA FIC - 2010'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TMv_B103rbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JCoRoeqLh38/s72-c/Capa+Mythos+5+-+em+jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3027965376060045504</id><published>2010-08-31T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:01:58.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVITE LANÇAMENTO TRÍPLICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TH2l4zSMy2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/r2Rx7riL0ks/s1600/CONVITE+JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TEoydPvainI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZgV9NoSBmGc/s200/IMG_2558+trab+peq++menor+Diana,+Talita+e+Carol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497261773182110322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos do &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TEox04fjdrI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NiF3ydi_QaY/s1600/IMG_2545+trab+peq+Marionete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TEox04fjdrI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NiF3ydi_QaY/s200/IMG_2545+trab+peq+Marionete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497261079746803378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IV Letras in foco de 22.06.2010 no Instituto Francisca de Souza Peixoto. Dramatização de poemas de Márcia Carrano. Lançamento de livro da prof. Maria José Garcia. Apresentações das turmas do 1º e 3º Letras da FIC - Faculdades Integradas de Cataguases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-668624364695050221?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/668624364695050221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=668624364695050221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/668624364695050221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/668624364695050221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='IV LETRAS (IN) FOCO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TEo2k0ShHuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kAeFBs9qJtc/s72-c/IMG_2589+trab+peq+menor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-5424810697513203156</id><published>2010-07-05T12:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:47:48.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ROTEIRO BÁSICO PARA MONOGRAFIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TDH-Otm5I6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/FzQfkWtC-no/s1600/Capa+10+06+2010+JPG+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TDH-Otm5I6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/FzQfkWtC-no/s200/Capa+10+06+2010+JPG+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490448949455692706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roteiro básico para monografias&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é um guia prático, com gráficos e pequenos textos, para orientação na confecção de monografias. Pode ser encontrado na tesouraria da FIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-5424810697513203156?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5424810697513203156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=5424810697513203156' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5424810697513203156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5424810697513203156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/07/roteiro-basico-para-monografias.html' title='ROTEIRO BÁSICO PARA MONOGRAFIAS'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TDH-Otm5I6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/FzQfkWtC-no/s72-c/Capa+10+06+2010+JPG+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7900602193514904988</id><published>2010-06-22T17:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:33:00.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA PARA SARAMAGO (1922-2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JOSE SARAMAGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "A imortalidade não existe"&lt;br /&gt;      José Saramago&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tua palavra resiste&lt;br /&gt;à morte de tuas veias&lt;br /&gt;e este absurdo grito&lt;br /&gt;a que nos condena o tempo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nas letras, todos os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;brotam da angústia&lt;br /&gt;de nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;e das distantes ilusões&lt;br /&gt;de imortalidade.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tua obra agora se impõe&lt;br /&gt;na eternidade que nos resta&lt;br /&gt;e no ambicionado alvo&lt;br /&gt;de que o belo permaneça.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TERESINKA PEREIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poeta e professora brasileira radicada nos EUA há muitos anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7900602193514904988?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7900602193514904988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7900602193514904988' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7900602193514904988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7900602193514904988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/06/poema-para-saramago-1922-2010.html' title='POEMA PARA SARAMAGO (1922-2010)'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-2720129358477211946</id><published>2010-05-28T20:02:00.020-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:39:41.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>III LETRAS(IN)FOCO - FIC - 26 MAIO 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABNjp_qLxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DgIviHNY658/s1600/IMG_2495+Auditorio+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABNjp_qLxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DgIviHNY658/s200/IMG_2495+Auditorio+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476462421846142738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABNS3lNJAI/AAAAAAAAAew/UpeX_kXZxDc/s1600/Letras+in+foco+JB+trab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABNS3lNJAI/AAAAAAAAAew/UpeX_kXZxDc/s200/Letras+in+foco+JB+trab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476462133435507714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABNFlY4o7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/xl81Od_jG5U/s1600/IMG_2492+Maycon+e+Paulo+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABNFlY4o7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/xl81Od_jG5U/s200/IMG_2492+Maycon+e+Paulo+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476461905213694898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABMdjvzs_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/wn4yNJbVxt0/s1600/IMG_2489+F+Cesario+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABMdjvzs_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/wn4yNJbVxt0/s200/IMG_2489+F+Cesario+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476461217578202098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O auditório do evento Letras(in)foco III, na FIC, realizado no dia 26.05.2010.  &lt;br /&gt;2. O professor Joaquim Branco fala sobre "Rosário Fusco em 44 quadros". Lançamento da revista &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mythos&lt;/span&gt; nº 4&lt;br /&gt;3. Os alunos do 3º de Letras Maycon e Paulo Victor cantam algumas canções.&lt;br /&gt;4. O romancista Fernando Cesário discorre sobre "A literatura cataguasense dos anos 80".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-2720129358477211946?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2720129358477211946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=2720129358477211946' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2720129358477211946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2720129358477211946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/05/letrasinfoco-fic-26-maio-2010.html' title='III LETRAS(IN)FOCO - FIC - 26 MAIO 2010'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/TABNjp_qLxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DgIviHNY658/s72-c/IMG_2495+Auditorio+trab+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-832005777147484848</id><published>2010-05-18T08:55:00.028-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:57:16.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CATAGUASES NA BIENAL DO LIVRO DE BH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KECJfBOBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/P-cn_vmJPEA/s1600/IMG_2429+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472581669649201170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KECJfBOBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/P-cn_vmJPEA/s200/IMG_2429+trab+peq.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KD3Lw4e8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/iFF4P5QuEpY/s1600/IMG_2432+trab+rec+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472581481282436034" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KD3Lw4e8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/iFF4P5QuEpY/s200/IMG_2432+trab+rec+peq.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 133px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KDqi7gkBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IYEkm0oP_mc/s1600/IMG_2440+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472581264162721810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KDqi7gkBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IYEkm0oP_mc/s200/IMG_2440+trab+peq.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 139px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KDfZK9WZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Gn6sWGXB6-Q/s1600/IMG_2457+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472581072564607378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KDfZK9WZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Gn6sWGXB6-Q/s200/IMG_2457+trab+peq.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KDSYpTbTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/avuJRtpmGEo/s1600/IMG_2467+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472580849085148466" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KDSYpTbTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/avuJRtpmGEo/s200/IMG_2467+trab+peq.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "Bienal do Livro de Minas 2010" (de 14 a 23/maio/2010), realizou-se em Belo Horizonte(MG), organizada pela Câmara Mineira do Livro e Fagga Eventos.&lt;br /&gt;As fotos são do dia 16 de maio, no Café Literário cuja mesa-redonda foi composta por Luiz Ruffato, Ronaldo Werneck e Joaquim Branco, mediada por João Barile. Tema: "De Humberto Mauro e Rosário Fusco aos Verdes: a herança do modernismo mineiro".&lt;br /&gt;Fotos: 1. Guiomar de Grammont abre a mesa-redonda; 2. João Barile apresenta os debatedores e inicia os trabalhos: 3. Os participantes da mesa; 4. A entrada do Café Literário; 4. O público que participou dos debates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-832005777147484848?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/832005777147484848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=832005777147484848' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/832005777147484848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/832005777147484848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/05/cataguases-na-bienal-do-livro-de-bh.html' title='CATAGUASES NA BIENAL DO LIVRO DE BH'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S_KECJfBOBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/P-cn_vmJPEA/s72-c/IMG_2429+trab+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6771192002267774098</id><published>2010-05-12T09:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:10:31.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REVISTA MYTHOS 4 - CENTENÁRIO DE ROSÁRIO FUSCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S-qtIDqpVTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/H_s9ACc3R40/s1600/CAPA+MYTHOS+4+JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S-qtIDqpVTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/H_s9ACc3R40/s200/CAPA+MYTHOS+4+JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470375051329623346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capa do novo número da Revista Mythos, da FIC, com homenagem a Rosário Fusco. Lançamento no dia 26 de maio de 2010, a partir de 18h30 horas, no campus da FIC. Evento organizado pelo departamento de Letras da FIC - Faculdades Integradas de Cataguases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6771192002267774098?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6771192002267774098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6771192002267774098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6771192002267774098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6771192002267774098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/05/centenario-de-rosario-fusco.html' title='REVISTA MYTHOS 4 - CENTENÁRIO DE ROSÁRIO FUSCO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S-qtIDqpVTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/H_s9ACc3R40/s72-c/CAPA+MYTHOS+4+JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-635773938521458971</id><published>2010-04-29T11:28:00.022-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:30:20.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FIC - II LETRAS (IN) FOCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mYQ80Pz1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gPl8K8WsQvM/s1600/IMG_2420+Cristiane+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mYQ80Pz1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gPl8K8WsQvM/s200/IMG_2420+Cristiane+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465567039761403730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora-cantora Cristiane apresentando seu show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mYKaNojUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/OpAZe_VvEwY/s1600/IMG_2416+Talita+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mYKaNojUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/OpAZe_VvEwY/s200/IMG_2416+Talita+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465566927393426754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mYB6HGXVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gxXkz-u_OmA/s1600/IMG_2407+Marcos+V+e+Lais+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mYB6HGXVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gxXkz-u_OmA/s200/IMG_2407+Marcos+V+e+Lais+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465566781337132370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mX4xbKdeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-McMTjvoXf0/s1600/IMG_2406+JB+Glaucia+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mX4xbKdeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-McMTjvoXf0/s200/IMG_2406+JB+Glaucia+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465566624386545122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mXxbccjSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vCbuMlODDIw/s1600/IMG_2403+ensaio+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mXxbccjSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vCbuMlODDIw/s200/IMG_2403+ensaio+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465566498227260706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grupo do 5º de Letras encenando fragmentos do romance "Os algozes do sono", de Fernando Cesário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O escritor Marcos Vinicius Ferreira de Oliveira proferindo sua palestra sobre a ficção de Fernando Cesário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lançamento de seu livro, Glaucia Maria Costa conversa com Joaquim Branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunos-atores nos bastidores do evento.&lt;br /&gt;O evento se deu no dia 28.04.2010, no Instituto Francisca de Souza Peixoto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-635773938521458971?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/635773938521458971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=635773938521458971' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/635773938521458971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/635773938521458971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/04/fic-ii-letras-in-foco_29.html' title='FIC - II LETRAS (IN) FOCO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S9mYQ80Pz1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gPl8K8WsQvM/s72-c/IMG_2420+Cristiane+trab+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-9067317788680309775</id><published>2010-03-24T17:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:00:00.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MINIFICÇÕES DE P. J. RIBEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S6p2wOiTPUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oAkypWaUZS8/s1600/IMG_2358+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S6p2wOiTPUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oAkypWaUZS8/s320/IMG_2358+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452300869793168706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipe de alunos do 3º de Letras e os professores Anicézia Romanhol e Joaquim Branco, responsáveis pela dramatização de minitextos de P.J.Ribeiro no dia 22 de março de 2010: MINIFICÇÕES DE P J RIBEIRO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-9067317788680309775?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/9067317788680309775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=9067317788680309775' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/9067317788680309775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/9067317788680309775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/03/ficcoes-de-pjribeiro.html' title='MINIFICÇÕES DE P. J. RIBEIRO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S6p2wOiTPUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oAkypWaUZS8/s72-c/IMG_2358+trab+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-4154022162232136689</id><published>2010-03-20T18:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:11:35.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MINICURSO "LITERATURA INFANTO-JUVENIL - POESIA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S6U8pmCt6tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LgBFzj9rRbc/s1600-h/IMG_2318+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S6U8pmCt6tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LgBFzj9rRbc/s320/IMG_2318+trab+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450829609286101714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participantes do minicurso "Literatura Infanto-Juvenil (Poesia) - o pulo gato" com o professor Joaquim Branco, no dia 20.03.2010, de 13 às 17 horas, no campus da FIC, em Cataguases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-4154022162232136689?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4154022162232136689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=4154022162232136689' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4154022162232136689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4154022162232136689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/03/minicurso-literatura-infanto-juvenil.html' title='MINICURSO &quot;LITERATURA INFANTO-JUVENIL - POESIA&quot;'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S6U8pmCt6tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LgBFzj9rRbc/s72-c/IMG_2318+trab+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-5653026367247904964</id><published>2010-03-08T09:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:53:42.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVRO: DA PENA À PRENSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S5TuzAJv7aI/AAAAAAAAAao/YanFcWIW508/s1600-h/Da+pena+a+prensa++em+JPG+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S5TuzAJv7aI/AAAAAAAAAao/YanFcWIW508/s320/Da+pena+a+prensa++em+JPG+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446240409379401122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capa e contracapa do novo livro de Joaquim Branco, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Da pena à prensa&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, um guia para estudantes de literatura que abarca o período literário de 1500 a 1850 aproximadamente, que vai do Quinhentismo ao Romantismo. Capa de Natália Tinoco. Edição da Funcec/FIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-5653026367247904964?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5653026367247904964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=5653026367247904964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5653026367247904964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5653026367247904964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/03/livro-da-pena-prensa.html' title='LIVRO: DA PENA À PRENSA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S5TuzAJv7aI/AAAAAAAAAao/YanFcWIW508/s72-c/Da+pena+a+prensa++em+JPG+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7221998197908772558</id><published>2010-02-27T10:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:54:35.622-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBRE CLARICE LISPECTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S4kkBf198eI/AAAAAAAAAac/wSx8jbISHwE/s1600-h/Clarice+Lispector+na+grama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442921232800281058" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S4kkBf198eI/AAAAAAAAAac/wSx8jbISHwE/s320/Clarice+Lispector+na+grama.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 120px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVRO DE CABECEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com bela e sugestiva capa (foto de Erico Veríssimo), a Editora Rocco lançou, no final do ano passado, a coletânea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clarice na cabeceira&lt;/span&gt; (256 páginas, R$32,00), organizada por Teresa Monteiro.&lt;br /&gt;O lançamento reúne contos escolhidos por personalidades do mundo da literatura e do entretenimento como Rubem Fonseca, Maria Betânia, Adriana Lisboa, Carla Camurati, José Castelo, Fernanda Torres, Lya Luft, Letícia Spiller e outros, e mostra como atualmente é conhecida a obra de Clarice Lispector (1920-1977).&lt;br /&gt;Autora de romances, novelas, crônicas e contos, esta brasileira nascida na Ucrânia (veio para o nosso país com um ano de idade), radicou-se primeiramente com a família em Recife e depois no Rio de Janeiro. Rodou mundo com seu marido diplomata, mas após a separação, fixou residência no Rio, onde morreu aos 57 anos. &lt;br /&gt;Publicou seu primeiro livro – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perto do coração selvagem&lt;/span&gt; – em 1944, uma surpreendente novela que ganhou o prêmio Graça Aranha e assustou grande parte da crítica. Alguns marcos literários em sua carreira foram &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laços de família&lt;/span&gt; (1960), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A maçã no escuro &lt;/span&gt;(1961), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A paixão segundo G.H.&lt;/span&gt; (1964), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felicidade clandestina&lt;/span&gt; (1971) e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A hora da estrela&lt;/span&gt; (1977), este último transformado em filme.&lt;br /&gt;Seus romances quase sempre narram a aventura espiritual de um personagem feminino em busca de si mesmo e do entendimento com as pessoas, num malabarismo de pensamento e de fino trato da língua que a colocam entre as maiores autoras intimistas da história da literatura brasileira e mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito, no entanto, que foram suas crônicas e contos que a fizeram chegar mais perto do público e a tornaram conhecida hoje por um grande número de leitores, o que é notável para uma ficcionista considerada difícil, introspectiva e possuidora de um refinado manejo dos torneios frasais. &lt;br /&gt;Em suas crônicas, tira do cotidiano um lado impalpável, uma surpresa a cada esquina (leia-se: frase), e ao mesmo tempo um pensamento ligado às coisas mínimas de nossa gente simples.&lt;br /&gt;Nos contos, ressalta a estória bem urdida, a surpresa, a novidade, aquela pedrinha que o leitor não estava esperando e salta à sua frente, nunca, porém, se descuidando da linguagem em suas mais arrojadas formas. Contos como “Felicidade clandestina”, “Ruído de passos”, “O crime do professor de matemática”, “O ovo e a galinha”, “Os desastres de Sofia” – para citar só uns poucos – são inesquecíveis marcos da narrativa curta que todo bom leitor deve obrigatoriamente conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Colho em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Água viva&lt;/span&gt;, publicado em 1973, na fala de um personagem, algo que representa uma máxima do pensamento clariceano, e que fecha magnificamente estas considerações: “Estou cansada. Meu cansaço vem muito porque sou pessoa extremamente ocupada: tomo conta do mundo” (p. 72)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a imagem acima é parte da foto da capa. Autor da foto: Erico Veríssimo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7221998197908772558?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7221998197908772558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7221998197908772558' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7221998197908772558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7221998197908772558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobre-clarice-lispector.html' title='SOBRE CLARICE LISPECTOR'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S4kkBf198eI/AAAAAAAAAac/wSx8jbISHwE/s72-c/Clarice+Lispector+na+grama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3493347008333791572</id><published>2010-01-26T12:29:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:43:02.165-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DO SERMÃO DA MONTANHA AO COMPUTADOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S178mWn42lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xFSJqTvB6Dk/s1600-h/Das+tabuas+da+lei+a+tela+do+computador+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S178mWn42lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xFSJqTvB6Dk/s320/Das+tabuas+da+lei+a+tela+do+computador+peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431055936493509202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO SERMÃO DA MONTANHA AO COMPUTADOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIM BRANCO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mais uma vez as professoras e teóricas de literatura Marisa Lajolo e Regina Zilberman se unem para uma empreitada em torno da leitura e do discurso literário.  Depois de uma série que conta &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A formação da leitura no Brasil&lt;/span&gt; (1996), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do mundo da leitura para a leitura do mundo&lt;/span&gt; (1999), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O preço da leitura&lt;/span&gt; (2001), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Histórias de quadros e leitores&lt;/span&gt; (2006), todos inestimáveis contribuições à cultura brasileira, desta vez o trabalho intitula-se &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Das tábuas da lei à tela do computador&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – a leitura em seus discursos (Editora Ática, 176 páginas, 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dividido em 10 capítulos, com apresentação convidativa de Carlos Vogt, este novo livro traça um vasto e apurado painel que começa com “A arqueologia da leitura” e termina com “A letra da lei no Livro dos Livros”, englobando temas como a leitura digital, oralidade e escrita, a escrita das cartas, o feminino, a escola, os jornais e o texto bíblico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesquisa contém informações preciosas sobre o tema em suas variadas acepções, e os dados obtidos são tão pertinentes e curiosos que fica difícil destacar um capítulo. Mesmo assim, chamo a atenção para o capítulo nº 5 – “Cartas de amor são ridículas?”, em que as autoras se concentram nos tempos da tragédia grega e do poeta latino Ovídio – e para o de nº 10 – que comenta as Sagradas Escrituras, acentuando o cruzamento de discursos entre o Senhor e seus profetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fluência e o caráter agradável do texto de Marisa Lajolo e Regina Zilberman conduzem-nos a um universo de informações dificilmente encontrável em um pequeno volume de menos de 200 páginas, tornando-o leitura indicada não só para estudantes e professores de Literatura, como também para todos os leitores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3493347008333791572?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3493347008333791572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3493347008333791572' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3493347008333791572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3493347008333791572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='DO SERMÃO DA MONTANHA AO COMPUTADOR'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/S178mWn42lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xFSJqTvB6Dk/s72-c/Das+tabuas+da+lei+a+tela+do+computador+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3680904852665516320</id><published>2010-01-15T09:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:08:19.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA DE LUIZ MARTINS DA SILVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Luiz Martins da Silva (*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             Ai de ti, Haiti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             se não estivermos lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             se não fores aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                            Agora, por certo, sabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                            quando cantava o poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                            do ser aqui o Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             Pesa o dele, o dedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             de Deus quando a si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             chama os seus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             Pouco sabemos aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             e agora sobre o porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             o como e a hora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             pois, vi-vendo cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             é que seremos primeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             a saber de si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             mas, se outros não soubermos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             pior do que eles sofrerem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                                             será se não os sentirmos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;                            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                  * Poeta residente em Brasília, autor de vários livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3680904852665516320?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3680904852665516320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3680904852665516320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3680904852665516320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3680904852665516320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2010/01/poema-de-luiz-martins-da-silva.html' title='POEMA DE LUIZ MARTINS DA SILVA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7707149852085787679</id><published>2009-12-15T21:25:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:36:09.446-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JORNAL MERCÚRIO (1925-1927)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SygbTfjRz1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ve9yj9ccE7w/s1600-h/n%C2%BA+1+-+p+1+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SygbTfjRz1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ve9yj9ccE7w/s320/n%C2%BA+1+-+p+1+red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415608573613952850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta é a primeira página do primeiro número do jornal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mercúrio&lt;/span&gt;, da Associação dos Empregados no Comércio de Cataguases, que circulou de 1925 a 1927 na cidade, e que tinha como um dos responsáveis Guilhermino Cesar,  jovem que iria participar da revista &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verde&lt;/span&gt; em 1927.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7707149852085787679?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7707149852085787679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7707149852085787679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7707149852085787679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7707149852085787679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/12/jornal-mercurio-1925-1926.html' title='JORNAL MERCÚRIO (1925-1927)'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SygbTfjRz1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ve9yj9ccE7w/s72-c/n%C2%BA+1+-+p+1+red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6504504583149776511</id><published>2009-11-14T19:45:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:55:37.680-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REVISTA DA MATTA - 1917</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sv8lry3quBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sUNIGBgWJQQ/s1600-h/Rev+da+Mata+007+Caoa+OK+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sv8lry3quBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sUNIGBgWJQQ/s320/Rev+da+Mata+007+Caoa+OK+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404079512187746322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta é uma reprodução da capa do 1º número da &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revista da Matta&lt;/span&gt;, criada em Cataguases, e que circulou em cidades de Minas e no Rio de Janeiro no ano de 1917. Era uma revista de entretenimento e variedades (reportagens, artigos, curiosidades), uma espécie de almanaque, muito comum na época, nos grandes centros. (foto Natália Tinoco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6504504583149776511?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6504504583149776511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6504504583149776511' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6504504583149776511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6504504583149776511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/11/revista-da-mata.html' title='REVISTA DA MATTA - 1917'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sv8lry3quBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sUNIGBgWJQQ/s72-c/Rev+da+Mata+007+Caoa+OK+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6759971238235787292</id><published>2009-11-12T08:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:13:19.868-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU EM HOMENAGEM A CAMILO SOARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SvvnsqFwZFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3XMk0OFcD0M/s1600-h/IMG_1654+grupo+Camilo+sarau+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SvvnsqFwZFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3XMk0OFcD0M/s320/IMG_1654+grupo+Camilo+sarau+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403166932359734354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parte do grupo do 4º período de Letras da FIC que apresentou o sarau "Camilo Soares - o poeta peregrino", produzido e dirigido pelo prof. Joaquim Branco (11.11.2009), em homenagem ao centenário de nascimento do autor (1909-2009).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6759971238235787292?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6759971238235787292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6759971238235787292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6759971238235787292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6759971238235787292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/11/sarau-em-homenagem-camilo-soares.html' title='SARAU EM HOMENAGEM A CAMILO SOARES'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SvvnsqFwZFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3XMk0OFcD0M/s72-c/IMG_1654+grupo+Camilo+sarau+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-5657352801918055788</id><published>2009-11-10T11:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:36:13.886-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA VISUAL DE MÁRCIO ALMEIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Svlr7FDD60I/AAAAAAAAAZo/a6OBnmvyaXw/s1600-h/Marcio+Almeida+A+farsa+oficial+trab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402467890719091522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Svlr7FDD60I/AAAAAAAAAZo/a6OBnmvyaXw/s320/Marcio+Almeida+A+farsa+oficial+trab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A FARSA OFICIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-5657352801918055788?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5657352801918055788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=5657352801918055788' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5657352801918055788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5657352801918055788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/11/poema-visual-de-marcio-almeida.html' title='POEMA VISUAL DE MÁRCIO ALMEIDA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Svlr7FDD60I/AAAAAAAAAZo/a6OBnmvyaXw/s72-c/Marcio+Almeida+A+farsa+oficial+trab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-5305204137798895493</id><published>2009-11-02T15:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:03:49.342-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA POSTAL DE HUGO PONTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Su8Q1Fl5R7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/-CrUcdxeroc/s1600-h/H+Pontes+ABC+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399552982460745650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Su8Q1Fl5R7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/-CrUcdxeroc/s320/H+Pontes+ABC+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-5305204137798895493?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5305204137798895493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=5305204137798895493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5305204137798895493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5305204137798895493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='POEMA POSTAL DE HUGO PONTES'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Su8Q1Fl5R7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/-CrUcdxeroc/s72-c/H+Pontes+ABC+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3467808937619695426</id><published>2009-11-02T14:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:01:59.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA VISUAL DE RICARDO ALFAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Su8QaxlJ3uI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fx0pj9iZj2M/s1600-h/Alfaya+-+rel%C3%B3gio+tempo+livre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399552530412330722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Su8QaxlJ3uI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fx0pj9iZj2M/s320/Alfaya+-+rel%C3%B3gio+tempo+livre.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3467808937619695426?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3467808937619695426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3467808937619695426' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3467808937619695426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3467808937619695426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/11/poema-visual-de-ricardo-alfaya.html' title='POEMA VISUAL DE RICARDO ALFAYA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Su8QaxlJ3uI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fx0pj9iZj2M/s72-c/Alfaya+-+rel%C3%B3gio+tempo+livre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-183961017789525308</id><published>2009-10-18T14:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:46:45.767-02:00</updated><title type='text'>COM AFFONSO ROMANO NO QUIOSQUE DA FIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SttFj_CJfqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hBCYSYR5eIQ/s1600-h/No+quiosque+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SttFj_CJfqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hBCYSYR5eIQ/s320/No+quiosque+trab+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393981463224483490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wlademir Dias-Pino, Aquiles Branco, Fernando Cesário, P. J. Ribeiro, Francisco Marcelo Cabral, Ione Fabrino, Idalina de Carvalho, Joaquim Branco, Affonso Romano, Regina Pouchain e Ronaldo Werneck (01.09.2000), no quiosque (FIC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-183961017789525308?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/183961017789525308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=183961017789525308' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/183961017789525308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/183961017789525308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/10/com-affonso-romano-no-quiosque-da-fic.html' title='COM AFFONSO ROMANO NO QUIOSQUE DA FIC'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SttFj_CJfqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hBCYSYR5eIQ/s72-c/No+quiosque+trab+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1551004014106022882</id><published>2009-10-18T14:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:23:04.578-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RECEPÇÃO A AFFONSO ROMANO DE SANT'ANNA NA FIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SttElNTqHOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TSwwFl6J1ys/s1600-h/JB+Romano+Idalina+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SttElNTqHOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TSwwFl6J1ys/s320/JB+Romano+Idalina+trab+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393980384724262114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recepção ao poeta Affonso Romano de Sant'Anna por Idalina de Carvalho e Joaquim Branco, no dia 01.09.2000, quando de sua visita à FIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-1551004014106022882?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1551004014106022882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1551004014106022882' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1551004014106022882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1551004014106022882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/10/recepcao-na-fic-affonso-romano-de.html' title='RECEPÇÃO A AFFONSO ROMANO DE SANT&apos;ANNA NA FIC'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SttElNTqHOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TSwwFl6J1ys/s72-c/JB+Romano+Idalina+trab+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-398617854883479941</id><published>2009-10-18T11:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:22:25.198-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA PARA MEDGAR EVARS - TEATRALIZAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/StsVn4w5O1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pqiBXfZr0lA/s1600-h/No+Alabama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/StsVn4w5O1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pqiBXfZr0lA/s320/No+Alabama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393928753702845266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cena de "Poema para Medgar Evars", de Affonso Romano de Sant'Anna, teatralizado e dirigido pelo prof. Joaquim Branco, com alunos de Letras, no dia 01.09.2000, na sala de vídeo da FIC, em homenagem à vinda do poeta Affonso Romano à faculdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-398617854883479941?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/398617854883479941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=398617854883479941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/398617854883479941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/398617854883479941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/10/poema-para-medgar-evars-teatralizacao.html' title='POEMA PARA MEDGAR EVARS - TEATRALIZAÇÃO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/StsVn4w5O1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pqiBXfZr0lA/s72-c/No+Alabama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8588053307640351265</id><published>2009-10-18T10:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:16:31.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EM ALGUM LUGAR DO PRESENTE...ASCÂNIO LOPES  - TEATRALIZAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/StsRBqdvVPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-fS2AGnmuLg/s1600-h/Em+algum+lugar+trab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/StsRBqdvVPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-fS2AGnmuLg/s320/Em+algum+lugar+trab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393923698982868210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Equipe que apresentou a teatralização "Em algum lugar do presente... Ascânio Lopes", homenagem a Ascânio Lopes, na sala de vídeo da FIC - Faculdades Integradas de Cataguases, no dia 10.09.1999.&lt;br /&gt;Na foto: Natália, Adriana, Pedro Paulo, Carlos Sérgio, Joaquim, Émerson e Simone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8588053307640351265?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8588053307640351265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8588053307640351265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8588053307640351265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8588053307640351265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/10/em-algum-lugar-do-presenteascanio-lopes.html' title='EM ALGUM LUGAR DO PRESENTE...ASCÂNIO LOPES  - TEATRALIZAÇÃO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/StsRBqdvVPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-fS2AGnmuLg/s72-c/Em+algum+lugar+trab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6015391777369799327</id><published>2009-10-03T11:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:57:24.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMILO SOARES - CENTENÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SsdgGDFChJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0SL6I1b30NA/s1600-h/Camilo+Soares+-+charge-cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SsdgGDFChJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0SL6I1b30NA/s320/Camilo+Soares+-+charge-cor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388381136194012306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMILO SOARES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O POETA-PEREGRINO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Neste ano, comemora-se o centenário de Camilo Soares de Figueiredo Junior (1909-1982) que nasceu a 13 de agosto em Eugenópolis (MG) e é considerado um escritor cataguasense, por haver participado do Movimento Verde. Por volta de 1926, já estava estudando no Ginásio de Cataguases, época em que assinou poemas nos jornais &lt;i&gt;O Estudante&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;Mercúrio&lt;/i&gt;. Terminado o ginásio, Camilo, ainda em pleno curso da revista &lt;i&gt;Verde&lt;/i&gt; que ajudara a criar em 1927, foi para o Rio de Janeiro para estudar Direito. Em 1935, já formado, transferiu-se para Manhumirim (MG), depois São Paulo, Rio, e em Carangola (MG) conheceu Maria Melânia, com quem teve a filha Lúcia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Passou a residir em Belo Horizonte, em 1946, onde trabalhava como inspetor de ensino superior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em 1951, transferiu-se para São Paulo,  de onde mantinha correspondência com intelectuais: como João Cabral de Melo Neto, Vinicius de Morais, Bueno da Rivera, Emílio Moura e outros. Lá trabalhava como redator de verbetes sobre literatura na editora da Enciclopédia Jackson e como repórter do jornal &lt;i&gt;A Época&lt;/i&gt;. Escreveu contos para a revista &lt;i&gt;Manchete&lt;/i&gt;, do Rio. Continuou acumulando as funções de inspetor de escolas em São Paulo, Paraná, Mato Grosso e Paraíba.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sofria de enfizema pulmonar, e morreu em São Paulo em 1982. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sua primeira contribuição literária foi publicada no &lt;i&gt;Mercúrio&lt;/i&gt;, jornalzinho dirigido por Guilhermino Cesar. É o poema “Rua”, também o primeiro do grupo Verde a sair naquela publicação em 1926. Tem marcas do Modernismo, antecipando-se aos demais membros do movimento, pois trata-se de um trabalho inteiramente fora dos padrões da época. Faz parte da estética moderna, ao manter uma linha de contenção lírica e de hábil exploração do cotidiano. A temática da rua é uma das conquistas da modernidade, preconizada por Baudelaire ainda no século XIX, e estudada por muitos teóricos do século XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Terça-feira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;de confeti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Na esquina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;um moleque assobia a Gigolette.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pela rua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;deserta,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;de luz incerta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;passa um automóvel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;O vento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;– telegrama do infinito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;anuncia que a chuva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;rompe no céu muralhas de granito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cismo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;encostado na minha tristeza...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(... esta rua silenciosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;é a minha rua,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 11.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;a rua da minha vida,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;triste rua sem beleza...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;(o desenho é do pintor Di Carrara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6015391777369799327?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6015391777369799327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6015391777369799327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6015391777369799327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6015391777369799327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/10/camilo-soares-o-poeta-peregrino-joaquim.html' title='CAMILO SOARES - CENTENÁRIO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SsdgGDFChJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0SL6I1b30NA/s72-c/Camilo+Soares+-+charge-cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-630345702157019491</id><published>2009-10-02T09:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:12:20.261-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DRUMMOND: A PEDRA E A CORROSÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SuA90IzfpDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Q-0yAJOeWTM/s1600-h/IMG_1309+trab+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SuA90IzfpDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Q-0yAJOeWTM/s320/IMG_1309+trab+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395380319515812914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SsX2BwR1WyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sC--I7o5_fM/s1600-h/Drummond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SsX2BwR1WyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sC--I7o5_fM/s320/Drummond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387983039218670370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Drummond: a pedra e a corrosão" - curso ministrado pelo professor Joaquim Branco na FIC para acadêmicos e interessados na obra de Carlos Drummond de Andrade, no dia 26 de setembro de 2009, das 14 às 17 horas. A análise e interpretação dos poemas teve como base as teorias dos professores Othon Garcia ("Palavra-puxa-palavra") e Luiz Costa Lima ("Princípio-corrosão").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-630345702157019491?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/630345702157019491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=630345702157019491' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/630345702157019491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/630345702157019491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/10/drummond-pedra-e-corrosao.html' title='DRUMMOND: A PEDRA E A CORROSÃO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SuA90IzfpDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Q-0yAJOeWTM/s72-c/IMG_1309+trab+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6500214520772905526</id><published>2009-09-22T14:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:46:52.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JOGO DE PALAVRAS - LANÇAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SrkM0K3gwEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pAkX8yscUEY/s1600-h/CAPA+JOGO+DE+PALAVRAS+quebrado+CERTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SrkM0K3gwEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pAkX8yscUEY/s320/CAPA+JOGO+DE+PALAVRAS+quebrado+CERTA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384348919908057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogo de palavras&lt;/span&gt;, livro de poemas experimentais de Joaquim Branco, lançado no Felica - Festival Literário de Cataguases, no dia 10 de setembro de 2009, no Teatro Rosário Fusco, Instituto Francisca de Souza Peixoto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6500214520772905526?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6500214520772905526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6500214520772905526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6500214520772905526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6500214520772905526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/09/jogo-de-palavras-lancamento.html' title='JOGO DE PALAVRAS - LANÇAMENTO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SrkM0K3gwEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pAkX8yscUEY/s72-c/CAPA+JOGO+DE+PALAVRAS+quebrado+CERTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-4291016800966454425</id><published>2009-08-22T09:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:44:10.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TEATRO NA FIC - "PRESENÇA DE NERUDA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/So_niJXbU0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xcF7oaTLkaA/s1600-h/presen%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/So_niJXbU0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xcF7oaTLkaA/s320/presen%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372767454292038466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Turma do 3º de Letras da FIC que encenou "Presença de Neruda", em 09.06.2005, no campus da FIC, montagem e direção do professor Joaquim Branco, em homenagem ao centenário do poeta chileno Pablo Neruda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-4291016800966454425?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4291016800966454425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=4291016800966454425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4291016800966454425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4291016800966454425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/08/teatro-na-fic-presenca-de-neruda.html' title='TEATRO NA FIC - &quot;PRESENÇA DE NERUDA&quot;'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/So_niJXbU0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xcF7oaTLkaA/s72-c/presen%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-4984144704577576104</id><published>2009-08-15T18:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:01:34.378-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTUÁRIO DE SANTA RITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Socvye9S16I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xGXU6d72HWM/s1600-h/Pra%C3%A7a+Santa+Rita+11+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Socvye9S16I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xGXU6d72HWM/s320/Pra%C3%A7a+Santa+Rita+11+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370313625012721570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                   Detalhe da torre do Santuário de Santa Rita, em Cataguases MG.&lt;br /&gt;                   Foto Natália Tinoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-4984144704577576104?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4984144704577576104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=4984144704577576104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4984144704577576104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4984144704577576104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/08/santuario-de-santa-rita.html' title='SANTUÁRIO DE SANTA RITA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Socvye9S16I/AAAAAAAAAXo/xGXU6d72HWM/s72-c/Pra%C3%A7a+Santa+Rita+11+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-2397618243741425623</id><published>2009-08-15T18:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:54:53.008-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CÓRREGO LAVA-PÉS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SocuRkIdcnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jf4hAtcPmHM/s1600-h/Avenida+Humberto+Mauro+12+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SocuRkIdcnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jf4hAtcPmHM/s320/Avenida+Humberto+Mauro+12+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370311959954420338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;        Córrego Lava-Pés, na Avenida Humberto Mauro. Foto de Natália Tinoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-2397618243741425623?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2397618243741425623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=2397618243741425623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2397618243741425623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2397618243741425623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/08/corrego-lava-pes.html' title='CÓRREGO LAVA-PÉS'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SocuRkIdcnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jf4hAtcPmHM/s72-c/Avenida+Humberto+Mauro+12+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6151102572891549715</id><published>2009-08-15T18:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:50:25.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FESTIVAL AUDIOVISUAL DE CATAGUASES - 1969</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Socs4Vl3KyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1GIf4vLag18/s1600-h/IMG_0636+Festival+1969+musica+Aquiles+ok+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Socs4Vl3KyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1GIf4vLag18/s320/IMG_0636+Festival+1969+musica+Aquiles+ok+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370310427042851618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Grupo apresentando música de Aquiles Branco, classificada em 3º lugar no Festival Audiovisual de Cataguases, realizado em 1969. No momento da apresentação, um poema-objeto de Wlademir Dias Pino desceu do teto do Edgard Cine-Teatro. (foto arquivo Joaquim Branco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6151102572891549715?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6151102572891549715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6151102572891549715' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6151102572891549715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6151102572891549715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/08/festival-audiovisual-de-cataguases-1969.html' title='FESTIVAL AUDIOVISUAL DE CATAGUASES - 1969'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Socs4Vl3KyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1GIf4vLag18/s72-c/IMG_0636+Festival+1969+musica+Aquiles+ok+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7592771835879376590</id><published>2009-08-07T22:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:23:05.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"A GUERRA" NA FIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SnzSvtq4JcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/v2GNuN5Hz_s/s1600-h/IMG_0757+A+Guerra+3+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SnzSvtq4JcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/v2GNuN5Hz_s/s320/IMG_0757+A+Guerra+3+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367396573073909186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Equipe de professores e alunos do curso de Letras que participou da encenação teatral "A Guerra"(The War)  em 9 de setembro de 2008, no campus da FIC em Cataguases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7592771835879376590?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7592771835879376590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7592771835879376590' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7592771835879376590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7592771835879376590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/08/guerra-na-fic.html' title='&quot;A GUERRA&quot; NA FIC'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SnzSvtq4JcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/v2GNuN5Hz_s/s72-c/IMG_0757+A+Guerra+3+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1586553230512650630</id><published>2009-08-07T21:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:02:35.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSO "DINÂMICA DO TEXTO" NA FIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SnzNKIff0fI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2cD7mR3TMWc/s1600-h/IMG_0334+Curso+Prof+Publ+edit+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SnzNKIff0fI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2cD7mR3TMWc/s320/IMG_0334+Curso+Prof+Publ+edit+red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367390429880766962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto dos professores da rede pública municipal que participaram do curso "Dinâmica do Texto - I Poesia", ministrado pelo professor Joaquim Branco no dia 29 de maio de 2008 no campus da FIC, em Cataguases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-1586553230512650630?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1586553230512650630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1586553230512650630' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1586553230512650630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1586553230512650630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/08/curso-dinamica-do-texto-na-fic.html' title='CURSO &quot;DINÂMICA DO TEXTO&quot; NA FIC'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SnzNKIff0fI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2cD7mR3TMWc/s72-c/IMG_0334+Curso+Prof+Publ+edit+red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8097925960832555787</id><published>2009-06-10T08:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:02:14.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MYTHOS - Revista Acadêmica da FIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Si-f3PDbloI/AAAAAAAAAXA/pZRBBrvftAk/s1600-h/Capa+so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Si-f3PDbloI/AAAAAAAAAXA/pZRBBrvftAk/s320/Capa+so.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345667053994612354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Capa da revista acadêmica &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mythos&lt;/span&gt; nº 2, editada pela Funcec - Fundação Comunitária Educacional de Cataguases e FIC - Faculdades Integradas de Cataguases. Homenagem ao Centenário de nascimento do escritor cataguasense Francisco Inácio Peixoto.&lt;br /&gt;Desenho da capa: Dounê Spinola. Capa: Natália Tinoco. Edição: Joaquim Branco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8097925960832555787?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8097925960832555787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8097925960832555787' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8097925960832555787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8097925960832555787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/06/mythos-revista-academica-da-fic.html' title='MYTHOS - Revista Acadêmica da FIC'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Si-f3PDbloI/AAAAAAAAAXA/pZRBBrvftAk/s72-c/Capa+so.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6288407426132115093</id><published>2009-05-13T07:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:13:03.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LITERATURA BRASILEIRA: III ROMANTISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sgqk5SWCaqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fsV0t7akZo0/s1600-h/Capa+Romantismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sgqk5SWCaqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fsV0t7akZo0/s320/Capa+Romantismo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335258012657543842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Saiu o 3º livro da série Literatura Brasileira: o Romantismo. Neste volume, é abordado o movimento romântico na literatura brasileira, bem como as fontes das primeiras manifestações na Europa. Há também indicações de leituras essenciais para estudantes e estudiosos em geral e a reprodução de textos ilustrativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6288407426132115093?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6288407426132115093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6288407426132115093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6288407426132115093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6288407426132115093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/05/literatura-brasileira-iii-romantismo.html' title='LITERATURA BRASILEIRA: III ROMANTISMO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sgqk5SWCaqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fsV0t7akZo0/s72-c/Capa+Romantismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-5612086881816979710</id><published>2009-05-05T21:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:08:01.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSO "A POESIA DOS ANOS 60" NA FIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SgDbKva-9eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FY5T41IuFwo/s1600-h/IMG_2060+ok+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SgDbKva-9eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FY5T41IuFwo/s320/IMG_2060+ok+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332502936381486562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Este é o grupo de alunos e pessoas interessadas participantes do curso "A poesia dos anos 60", na FIC, coordenado pelo prof. Joaquim Branco, no dia 26 de abril de 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-5612086881816979710?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5612086881816979710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=5612086881816979710' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5612086881816979710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5612086881816979710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/05/curso-poesia-dos-anos-60-na-fic.html' title='CURSO &quot;A POESIA DOS ANOS 60&quot; NA FIC'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SgDbKva-9eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FY5T41IuFwo/s72-c/IMG_2060+ok+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-45689235718621433</id><published>2009-04-17T14:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:54:29.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>4 AMIGOS NA LITERATURA - Novembro 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SejBBmshc_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IN77j4GpLrE/s1600-h/IMG_1125+jb+marcelo,+cesario+e+abritta+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SejBBmshc_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IN77j4GpLrE/s320/IMG_1125+jb+marcelo,+cesario+e+abritta+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325718792676930546" border="0" /&gt;Joaquim Branco, Marcelo Lopes, Fernando Cesário e Fernando Abritta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-45689235718621433?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/45689235718621433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=45689235718621433' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/45689235718621433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/45689235718621433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-amigos-na-literatura-2008.html' title='4 AMIGOS NA LITERATURA - Novembro 2008'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SejBBmshc_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IN77j4GpLrE/s72-c/IMG_1125+jb+marcelo,+cesario+e+abritta+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3237967243057020910</id><published>2009-03-15T09:02:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:27:20.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTEM 1979 - FIC 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sd3pfxEO5YI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7WLB1zH-3EQ/s1600-h/IMG_1770+Cristiane+e+Karla+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sd3pfxEO5YI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7WLB1zH-3EQ/s320/IMG_1770+Cristiane+e+Karla+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322667066578101634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sbzv6P-PyII/AAAAAAAAAWA/_UbZ38ekxrw/s1600-h/IMG_1898+Totem+12+rec+ok+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sbzv6P-PyII/AAAAAAAAAWA/_UbZ38ekxrw/s320/IMG_1898+Totem+12+rec+ok+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313385444389406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SbzvrgljTUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5KE-3icL9ms/s1600-h/IMG_1755+Glaucia+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SbzvrgljTUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5KE-3icL9ms/s320/IMG_1755+Glaucia+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313385191151193410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Exemplar do Totem 12, de 5.04.1979, comemorativo do aniversário de 70 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de Francisco Inácio Peixoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Comemoração do Centenário de Francisco Inácio Peixoto, na FIC, com apresentação da professora Glaucia Maria Costa e participação de alunos e professores do curso de Letras, no dia 04.03.2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3237967243057020910?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3237967243057020910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3237967243057020910' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3237967243057020910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3237967243057020910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/03/totem-1979-fic-2009.html' title='TOTEM 1979 - FIC 2009'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Sd3pfxEO5YI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7WLB1zH-3EQ/s72-c/IMG_1770+Cristiane+e+Karla+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1220262326674415217</id><published>2009-03-15T08:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:13:39.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LITERATURA BRASILEIRA - II ARCADISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SbztAlb5dUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aC5EjDwAruU/s1600-h/Capa+Arcadismo+versao+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SbztAlb5dUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aC5EjDwAruU/s320/Capa+Arcadismo+versao+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313382254695249218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Capa do 2º volume da série escrita sobre Literatura Brasileira focalizando o Arcadismo/Neoclassicismo, editado pela Funcec e FIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Nele o autor introduz o tema árcade-neoclássico, trata do Iluminismo e sua projeção pelo mundo e mostra alguns textos mais significativos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-1220262326674415217?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1220262326674415217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1220262326674415217' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1220262326674415217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1220262326674415217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/03/serie-literatura-brasileira-ii-o.html' title='LITERATURA BRASILEIRA - II ARCADISMO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SbztAlb5dUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aC5EjDwAruU/s72-c/Capa+Arcadismo+versao+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-2556621181561761556</id><published>2009-02-22T11:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:38:46.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TEATRO - "O fazedor de labirintos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SaFfgywVcZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4-EpnkRASqM/s1600-h/O+fazedor+de+Labirintos+-+Tigre+ok+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SaFfgywVcZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4-EpnkRASqM/s320/O+fazedor+de+Labirintos+-+Tigre+ok+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305626853004112274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fazedor de labirintos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;, peça de Joaquim Branco, encenada no Colégio Cataguases, em 09.09.1989, em homenagem ao escritor Jorge Luis Borges, falecido am 1986.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Desenho de Pedro Marcos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-2556621181561761556?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2556621181561761556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=2556621181561761556' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2556621181561761556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2556621181561761556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/02/teatro-o-fazedor-de-labirintos.html' title='TEATRO - &quot;O fazedor de labirintos&quot;'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SaFfgywVcZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4-EpnkRASqM/s72-c/O+fazedor+de+Labirintos+-+Tigre+ok+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3281030708621187027</id><published>2009-02-14T10:03:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:41:02.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LITERATURA BRASILEIRA - I QUINHENTISMO E BARROCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SZa0chZFxyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1D2UESczGrg/s1600-h/Capa+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SZa0chZFxyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1D2UESczGrg/s320/Capa+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302624013368280866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Esta é a capa do primeiro livro da série "Literatura Brasileira, programada para 4 etapas: Quinhentismo e Barroco; Arcadismo/Neoclassicismo; Romantismo; Realismo e Parnasianismo. Indicada tanto para alunos do ensino médio quanto para acadêmicos da graduação em Letras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;Os interessados devem contatar o próprio autor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3281030708621187027?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3281030708621187027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3281030708621187027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3281030708621187027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3281030708621187027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2009/02/serie-literatura-brasileira.html' title='LITERATURA BRASILEIRA - I QUINHENTISMO E BARROCO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SZa0chZFxyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1D2UESczGrg/s72-c/Capa+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6333616369541348424</id><published>2008-12-21T19:37:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:11:45.236-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA DE FRANCISCO MARCELO CABRAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ESTE MOMENTO TEM NOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francisco Marcelo Cabral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este momento tem nome: êxtase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;A luz dura do sol  no teu olho cerrado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;o  zumbido de  insetos delicados,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;o ácido sal da vida,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;o pulso e o ritmo  ofegante do ar que te penetra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submerges   nesta fresta do tempo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;e sentes   o universo  tocando   o  teu ser,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;tão íntimo que o podes separar em fruto  e semente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;tão sem limites em suas onze membranas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;que nele   tudo cabe  inumeravelmente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;tão diversamente o mesmo   que não  te contém e contém.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estás morrendo, sossega.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;Apenas navegas  em estilhaços&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;Como a estrela que explode na constelação do Centauro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Usuario/Desktop/rio8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Usuario/Desktop/rio8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Usuario/Desktop/rio8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Usuario/Desktop/rio8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6333616369541348424?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6333616369541348424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6333616369541348424' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6333616369541348424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6333616369541348424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/12/poema-de-francisco-marcelo-cabral.html' title='POEMA DE FRANCISCO MARCELO CABRAL'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-870488013179067782</id><published>2008-12-18T17:02:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:37:59.759-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CATAGUASES - História</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SUqei6ogNGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dEP498sMpjo/s1600-h/IMG_1482+P%C3%A7a+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+1917+cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SUqei6ogNGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dEP498sMpjo/s320/IMG_1482+P%C3%A7a+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+1917+cor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281207835737207906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Praça Gov. Valadares (Praça da Estação), em 1917, com jardim reformado pelo prefeito Coronel João Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-870488013179067782?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/870488013179067782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=870488013179067782' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/870488013179067782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/870488013179067782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/12/cataguases-histria.html' title='CATAGUASES - História'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SUqei6ogNGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dEP498sMpjo/s72-c/IMG_1482+P%C3%A7a+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+1917+cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-4875535095974111456</id><published>2008-12-11T09:07:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:11:04.183-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SUD05T3D8eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DxGHYNcakdY/s1600-h/Poema+de+Natal+2009+OK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SUD05T3D8eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DxGHYNcakdY/s320/Poema+de+Natal+2009+OK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278488028699161058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Natal de 2008. O poema visual recebe um acréscimo e se transforma em cartão-poema para o evento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SUD0j5pBrNI/AAAAAAAAANs/k_BIfB7nqL4/s1600-h/Poema+de+Natal+2009+OK+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-4875535095974111456?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4875535095974111456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=4875535095974111456' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4875535095974111456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4875535095974111456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/12/poemas-na-blogosfera.html' title='POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SUD05T3D8eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DxGHYNcakdY/s72-c/Poema+de+Natal+2009+OK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8216105855999830162</id><published>2008-11-23T11:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:13:26.344-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CATAGUASES 2009: DOIS CENTENÁRIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SSllv43WHtI/AAAAAAAAANk/zzFH692w_Oc/s1600-h/Camilo+e+Francisco+OK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SSllv43WHtI/AAAAAAAAANk/zzFH692w_Oc/s320/Camilo+e+Francisco+OK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271856712206655186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camilo Soares e Francisco Inácio Peixoto foram dois integrantes do Movimento Verde (1927-29), de Cataguases. Eles completarão centenário de nascimento em 2009. Estamos preparando homenagens em forma de publicação de livros, exposições e palestras na cidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8216105855999830162?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8216105855999830162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8216105855999830162' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8216105855999830162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8216105855999830162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/11/cataguases-2009-dois-centenrios.html' title='CATAGUASES 2009: DOIS CENTENÁRIOS'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SSllv43WHtI/AAAAAAAAANk/zzFH692w_Oc/s72-c/Camilo+e+Francisco+OK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3177309996830532212</id><published>2008-11-07T19:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:40:08.234-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O PENSADOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SRS1PonfqVI/AAAAAAAAANc/6NTy7s-HWec/s1600-h/O+pensador+-+desenho+Clovis+OK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SRS1PonfqVI/AAAAAAAAANc/6NTy7s-HWec/s320/O+pensador+-+desenho+Clovis+OK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266033144508688722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Escultura de Jan Zach nos jardins do Colégio Cataguases. Bico-de-pena de Clóvis Spindola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3177309996830532212?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3177309996830532212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3177309996830532212' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3177309996830532212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3177309996830532212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-pensador.html' title='O PENSADOR'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SRS1PonfqVI/AAAAAAAAANc/6NTy7s-HWec/s72-c/O+pensador+-+desenho+Clovis+OK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7609242579498186550</id><published>2008-11-04T22:11:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:36:23.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REVISTA MYTHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SRDk1WdJ5vI/AAAAAAAAANU/HDXWponaNnE/s1600-h/CAPA+MYTHOS+em+jpg+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SRDk1WdJ5vI/AAAAAAAAANU/HDXWponaNnE/s320/CAPA+MYTHOS+em+jpg+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264959569608173298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lançamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;no dia 3 de novembro de 2008,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;no Campus da FIC - Faculdades Integradas de Cataguases, do primeiro número da&lt;br /&gt;Revista Acadêmica &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MYTHOS&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;com participação de professores e alunos&lt;br /&gt;de todos os cursos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(capa de Natália Tinoco)&lt;br /&gt;(Edição da Funcec - Fundação&lt;br /&gt;Comunitária&lt;br /&gt;Educacional de Cataguases)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7609242579498186550?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7609242579498186550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7609242579498186550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7609242579498186550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7609242579498186550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/11/revista-mythos-faculdades-integradas-de.html' title='REVISTA MYTHOS'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SRDk1WdJ5vI/AAAAAAAAANU/HDXWponaNnE/s72-c/CAPA+MYTHOS+em+jpg+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3502428084385016896</id><published>2008-09-18T09:01:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:15:30.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LECY DELFIM VIEIRA (1942-2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SNJExH5A4qI/AAAAAAAAANM/NmxY3W8pKZs/s1600-h/Lecy+sorrindo+COR+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SNJExH5A4qI/AAAAAAAAANM/NmxY3W8pKZs/s320/Lecy+sorrindo+COR+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247332126562509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“Fundarei o céu e a terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;só para ter aonde ir.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(foto Lecy Delfim Vieira, 1967)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Espanto e susto. Foi o que me acometeu. Também fiquei muito triste. Alguém me dissera: – Lecy morreu. Dito assim, seco, funcionou como um baque.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não importa quando, como, onde. Parecia que isso jamais iria acontecer. Sua presença, seus livros voltaram-me à mente. Em suas invenções de paródias ou ensaios de meninas, não era prevista a orfandade do rio e das meninas ao mesmo tempo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagino sua vida ao escrever ainda muito jovem o romance &lt;i style=""&gt;Paródias de um gigante líquido&lt;/i&gt;. Um título e tanto. Na época, peguei os manuscritos, li-os numa sentada. Um texto incrível. Naqueles idos de 1961, já senti ali a literatura pulsando célere, madura, imagens bem construídas, novas, o pensamento de uma autora no limite de sua pouca leitura e de sua muita densidade. Como me assustei. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nem tive tempo de olhar pro lado. Apresentou-me, logo depois, os originais de &lt;i style=""&gt;Ensaios-Menina&lt;/i&gt;, não sem muita insistência de minha parte. Poemas de reflexão. Novo impacto. Ela não estava ali para brincar. As meninas, numeradas de 1 ao infinito, não terminariam nunca, e a narradora se dirigia a elas, uma a uma, como se fossem filhas ou espelhos de si mesma ou ambas as coisas. O diálogo textual com as meninas funcionava como num ringue de alter-egos. Daria outro excelente livro.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tentei incorporá-la ao nosso grupo de rapazes que, na época, fazia o jornalzinho &lt;i style=""&gt;O Muro&lt;/i&gt;; publiquei alguns de seus textos, mas ela era impermeável à equipe. Tinha seu próprio mundo e mostrava-se arredia ao assédio. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mesmo assim, busquei editores, críticos no Rio, em Belo Horizonte e São Paulo, pois Lecy era a única do grupo que tinha livros prontos e eu sabia o que estava diante de mim. Nada. A sorte não estava a seu favor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O máximo que consegui foi o interesse do crítico Assis Brasil e depois de Walmir Ayala, que selecionou vários de seus poemas para a antologia &lt;i style=""&gt;Poetas novos do Brasil&lt;/i&gt;, em 1967. Ali foram editadas, pela primeira vez em livro, as ‘meninas’, com apresentação de Francisco Inácio Peixoto, que dizia: ‘Herdeira do nada, senão dos caminhos de Cataguases, e de sua infância, explode em diálogos que, na verdade, são monólogo de obsedante desamparo: ‘Será que não há no mundo/ quem queira comigo ir,/ mesmo que não olhe meus olhos/ inda que vá por partir?’. Falamos ‘explode’ e não há de fato, outro verbo para exprimir o jeito que Lecy tem de dizer as coisas.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Volto a Lecy. Procuro um fragmento de &lt;i style=""&gt;Paródias...&lt;/i&gt; , ele dá o tom do belo dis’curso do rio:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Nasci nas frontes de Minas Gerais como um mineiro qualquer. Depois de ser nascido fui amado e batizado como um rio qualquer. Minha infância foi sem tréguas. Sempre corri demais. Talvez por isso começaram as ofertas que não vinha por amar-me sim por acalmar-me. E mais vingança eu sonhava quando uma rosa sem história sumia na minha cara perdida. Sempre fui assim muito quieto e muito rápido, muito forte e bem amado. Era assim o meu trecho, sempre cresci sem vontade e cheio de mágoas. Como lágrimas sentidas de uma guerra interminável de um texto prevendo misérias. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fora isso, sempre fui muito sóbrio, contra o Amazonas.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Outros fragmentos de sua obra, e não é difícil encontrá-los da melhor qualidade:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Precisarei de alimento, água, bússola, companheira./ – será que não há no mundo quem queira comigo ir? –/ inda que não olhe meus olhos/ inda que vá por partir./ – Fundarei o céu e a terra só pra ter aonde ir.” (Menina nº 70)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“O que devemos Menina é fazer a vida/ não assisti-la.” (Menina nº 62)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“E o grande aguaceiro, e as grandes orgias, e o aguaceiro e as orgias. Meu sonhar terrível me desperta de tantas mágoas que nem sei se verei o fim do mundo. [...] Todos os que caíram nas minhas águas aumentaram meus pesadelos. Então que lhes devo?” (&lt;i style=""&gt;Paródias do gigante líquido&lt;/i&gt;, p. 5)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Além de mim o que mais quererão os deuses de mim?” (Menina nº 54)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“O mundo?/ O mundo é aquilo que era redondo e que mudou de forma como eu./ Será que o mundo me imita?” (Menina nº 31)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Do jeito que vais Menina/ em pouco o mundo estará velho demais./ – e são 365 dias às vezes 66 além dos nossos –/ tantos/ que tu me perguntas/ como/ a humanidade pode viver com tão poucos dias/ incrível não Menina?” (Menina nº 24)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“...até que o mar que nunca fica louco de sede/ – que só a sede enlouquece –/ até que o mar normal, arrebente este litoral/ que nunca sei se termina/ cá/ ou acolá/ da mangueira.” (Menina nº 22)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Eu me importaria que te suicidasses/ que então eu não teria armas contra o mundo./ Tu és o meu projétil.” (Menina nº 20)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Serei eu provável pedreira?/ Eu te darei todas as pedras./ Que são as estrelas que não buracos no céu/ feitos por pedradas?/ Uma pedra bem atirada revela tudo ao homem Menina./ Um pássaro apedrejado – por Deus não chores –/ o pássaro é um embuste./ Um homem apedrejado – por Deus não te escondas atrás de mim –/ já te ensinei a enfrentar os dragões Menina./ Além do mais/ tu tens todas as pedras./ No entanto, recorda-te,/ que o que importa é o alvo/ não é a pedra.” (Menina nº 18)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“A felicidade é como o segundo andar de um clube/ três garrafas/ dois copos/ uma mesa./ A paisagem atrás da vidraça/ eu/ e catorze cadeiras./ Mas não é felicidade que eu busquei/ ninguém pode dizer isto./ Eu não quero buscar mais nada/ se tu nunca estás em nada/ nem em mim/ tu tão independente./ Não quero felicidade/ de cadeiras/ de copos/ de mesa./ Menina/ eu te quero apenas.” (Menina nº 11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“O que vale na vida é comer ou não comer./ Mas jamais deixes de devorar os extremos/ pois para além deles/ não há mais nada para se comer./ E é no ato de se devorar os extremos que está a fórmula iminente da vida.” (Menina nº 6)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 26.95pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No dia 8 de agosto morreu a cataguasense escritora Lecy Delfim Vieira, ela que nascera no dia 12 de outubro de 1942. Um talento tão grande que acabou prejudicando a sua edição em livro solo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;        Além da antologia de Walmir Ayala, participou apenas da coletânea &lt;i style=""&gt;Marginais do Pomba&lt;/i&gt;, organizada por mim, Fernando Cesário e Ronaldo Werneck. Deixou inéditos títulos como &lt;i style=""&gt;Rua sem elevadores&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;8.511.965 km2 de omissão&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;PAN-Pressão atmosférica normal&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Mulher setentrional&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Ensaios-Menina&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i style=""&gt;Paródias do gigante líquido&lt;/i&gt;. Espero editá-los brevemente, e levar ao público palmo a palmo o seu caminho literário. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3502428084385016896?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3502428084385016896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3502428084385016896' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3502428084385016896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3502428084385016896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/09/lecy-delfim-vieira-1942-2008.html' title='LECY DELFIM VIEIRA (1942-2008)'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SNJExH5A4qI/AAAAAAAAANM/NmxY3W8pKZs/s72-c/Lecy+sorrindo+COR+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1550571276156223893</id><published>2008-07-11T06:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:44.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA DE P. J. RIBEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SHcvyu3o0WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xsa30aAJwOU/s1600-h/IMG_8297+Pedro+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SHcvyu3o0WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xsa30aAJwOU/s320/IMG_8297+Pedro+peq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221694841580736866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 135pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 135pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;UM DIA ALGUÉM TE AFAGOU NOS BRAÇOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P. J. Ribeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lembras-te de que um dia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;alguém te coçou a cabeça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e te afagou nos braços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e te entupiu as narinas e a boca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;com um leite quente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;que escorria de dentro &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;de um peito vermelho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sabes que este leite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;que te serviu de alimento &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;por algum tempo&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é o que te sustenta até hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 135pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* do livro inédito &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Drogaria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a sair brevemente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 135pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-1550571276156223893?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1550571276156223893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1550571276156223893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1550571276156223893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1550571276156223893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-dia-algum-te-afagou-nos-braos-p.html' title='POEMA DE P. J. RIBEIRO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SHcvyu3o0WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xsa30aAJwOU/s72-c/IMG_8297+Pedro+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3049819228850577858</id><published>2008-06-27T09:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:45:42.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JANELAS DE LEITURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O POEMA-EM-PROSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Gênero de literatura pouco comum atualmente, o poema-em-prosa já teve grandes cultores tanto no Ocidente como no Oriente. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Trata-se de textos de natureza poética, geralmente curtos, e, como o próprio nome indica, têm a forma prosaica. Líricos, intimistas, apologéticos, muitas vezes vêm carregados de humor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Entre os orientais, esse tipo de composição literária teve em Tagore um mestre e entre nós aparecem os franceses Rimbaud e Mallarmé, o espanhol Juan Ramón Jiménez, o argentino Jorge Luis Borges e os brasileiros Cruz e Sousa, Bandeira e alguns poucos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Um dos praticantes desse gênero no século XIX – descoberto pelo gênio de Baudelaire – foi o poeta francês até hoje pouco conhecido Aloysius Bertrand, autor do livro &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gaspard de la nuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Pois essa preciosidade, com belos desenhos de Rembrandt e Callot, foi traduzida recentemente por José Jeronymo Rivera (EditoraThesaurus) (editor@thesaurus.com.br).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Destacamos na abertura do volume o excelente texto de Xavier Placer, que introduz o leitor na obra de Bertrand e nas características do poema-em-prosa através dos tempos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;E quase no final, um dos textos de Bertrand, uma prosa curta, poeticamente escrita, pode ser um exemplo desse tipo de composição:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O CADAFALSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Ah! O que ouço será o vento noturno a soprar, ou o enforcado exalando um suspiro na forca patibular?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Será algum grilo cricrilando escondido na grama e na hera estéril, com a qual por piedade se aduba o bosque?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Ou será alguma mosca a caçar, soando sua trompa junto às orelhas surdas à fanfarra dos toques de caça?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Será algum escaravelho que colhe em vôo desigual um pêlo sangrento do crânio calvo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Ou será talvez uma aranha bordando meia vara de musselina para uma gravata a ser atada no pescoço estrangulado?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Corpodotexto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;É o sino que tange nos muros de uma cidade abaixo do horizonte, e a carcaça de um enforcado que o sol poente avermelha (p. 199-200). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3049819228850577858?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3049819228850577858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3049819228850577858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3049819228850577858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3049819228850577858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/06/janelas-de-leitura.html' title='JANELAS DE LEITURA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-4077851852439916319</id><published>2008-06-21T18:08:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:45.443-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SF1uHDXsu2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L40wv1NPLaE/s1600-h/Flower-Power.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SF1uHDXsu2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L40wv1NPLaE/s320/Flower-Power.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214445011007748962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pistas de "leitura"&lt;/span&gt; - poema visual de 1968, refeito em versão computadorizada em 2004, em que se usa a denominação "Flower-Power" no duplo sentido de movimento pacifista norte-americano e de oposição semântica e coincidência fônica entre os vocábulos: "Flower" X "Power".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-4077851852439916319?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4077851852439916319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=4077851852439916319' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4077851852439916319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4077851852439916319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/06/poemas-na-blogosfera.html' title='POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/SF1uHDXsu2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L40wv1NPLaE/s72-c/Flower-Power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8760165941430762798</id><published>2008-06-01T20:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:27:05.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RESENHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A HORA DO MESTRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joaquim Branco*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Infelizmente, por uma dessas questões do destino, nunca fui aluno do professor Antonio Candido. Ele lecionou teoria da literatura por muitos anos na Universidade de São Paulo e hoje, aposentado, dedica-se a artigos e livros e a palestras em congressos e eventos literários. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Mas conheço grande parte de sua obra, onde aprendi lições fundamentais com a inteligência, o talento e principalmente a simplicidade objetiva de seus textos teóricos e críticos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Pelo Correio e de surpresa, chegou-me, porém, no final de 2007, por iniciativa de um amigo (Ronaldo Cagiano), um verdadeiro presente de Natal e fim-de-ano: o &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Estudo analítico do poema&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que nada mais é do que um curso ministrado por Candido em 1963 para uma turma de Letras da USP, e, na época, mimeografado por alguns professores. A Editora Humanitas recentemente o editou. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Imaginem a oportunidade que tive de ‘assistir’ a algumas de suas aulas e a preciosidade, que, de agora em diante, está ao alcance de todos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Candido inicia suas considerações pelos conceitos de poesia e poema, poesia e literatura e apresenta o programa do curso. Passa em seguida às noções de análise e interpretação do poema e outros itens. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Há, no livro, outro capítulo interessantísssimo sobre os fundamentos do poema, em que penetra na sonoridade e no ritmo com rara propriedade, e também no metro e no verso, baseando suas lições em conceituações próprias, nas de outros teóricos, e em clássicos, românticos e modernos como Camões, Gonçalves Dias, Bandeira e outros.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;O autor reserva sua última intervenção para a natureza da metáfora, introduzindo teorias de Vico, passando por Freud e Jung e chegando a Bachelard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Com este pequeno volume de 160 páginas, Antonio Candido nos proporciona, no mínimo, uma bela viagem, na qual quem sai premiado, por momentos de sensibilidade e argúcia poética, é uma solitária e afortunada figura, à qual Borges constantemente gostava de se referir: o leitor. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Professor das Faculdades Integradas de Cataguases; doutor em literatura pela UERJ;&lt;br /&gt;pós-doutorando em ciência da literatura pela UFRJ.&lt;br /&gt;joaquimbranco.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;www.joaquimbranco.cjb.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8760165941430762798?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8760165941430762798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8760165941430762798' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8760165941430762798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8760165941430762798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/06/resenha.html' title='RESENHA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6423361486918113603</id><published>2008-03-19T07:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:46.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R-KLAFNIeVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Bo2t6143-vY/s1600-h/OCULUM+menor+OK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179855354943011154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R-KLAFNIeVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Bo2t6143-vY/s320/OCULUM+menor+OK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;OLHO VIVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - neste poema visual, o olho-farol - ao contrário do olho humano - não só recebe a imagem e a transmite como também é o emissor de sua própria luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6423361486918113603?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6423361486918113603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6423361486918113603' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6423361486918113603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6423361486918113603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/03/poemas-na-blogosfera.html' title='POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R-KLAFNIeVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Bo2t6143-vY/s72-c/OCULUM+menor+OK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-55399880669837271</id><published>2008-03-13T23:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:46.352-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OSWALDO ABRITTA - Desenho de Di Carrara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R9nfzpHxMyI/AAAAAAAAAME/aCIIy3RRi5g/s1600-h/Oswaldo+Abritta+-+Di+-+menor+jornal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177415324943856418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R9nfzpHxMyI/AAAAAAAAAME/aCIIy3RRi5g/s320/Oswaldo+Abritta+-+Di+-+menor+jornal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oswaldo Abritta (1908-1947) na visão do pintor Di Carrara, em desenho especial para a página comemorativa do Centenário do poeta, publicada no jornal "Cataguases" no dia 16.03.2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-55399880669837271?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/55399880669837271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=55399880669837271' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/55399880669837271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/55399880669837271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/03/oswaldo-abritta-desenho-de-di-carrara.html' title='OSWALDO ABRITTA - Desenho de Di Carrara'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R9nfzpHxMyI/AAAAAAAAAME/aCIIy3RRi5g/s72-c/Oswaldo+Abritta+-+Di+-+menor+jornal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-2215548424464381609</id><published>2008-02-17T20:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:46.487-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OSWALDO ABRITTA - Poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R78CzcReggI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wAP3HZ_yjZ4/s1600-h/Oswaldo+Abritta++esposa+e+filho+cor+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169853980030697986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R78CzcReggI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wAP3HZ_yjZ4/s320/Oswaldo+Abritta++esposa+e+filho+cor+ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7jCzMRegfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2RbL5pRMG4A/s1600-h/Oswaldo+Abritta++esposa+e+filho+peq+cor+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A RUA DA ESTAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rua da Estação em Cataguases,&lt;br /&gt;à noite, é silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;e os automóveis sobre ela deslizam&lt;br /&gt;como se deslizassem sobre um tapete...&lt;br /&gt;Passam homens, mulheres apressadas&lt;br /&gt;para o footing da Praça Rui Barbosa,&lt;br /&gt;onde eu vejo sempre uma melindrosa&lt;br /&gt;defendendo o charleston e falando&lt;br /&gt;em crepes da China e fios de Escócia&lt;br /&gt;e meias bege...&lt;br /&gt;Mal sabe ela que eu a sigo silencioso&lt;br /&gt;só porque ela se parece com um mapa&lt;br /&gt;da América do Sul, colorido...&lt;br /&gt;A rua da Estação em Cataguases, durante o dia,&lt;br /&gt;é tumultuosa como os grandes centros.&lt;br /&gt;Passam rapazes sem paletó e vão dizendo "olá "&lt;br /&gt;para os conhecidos...&lt;br /&gt;Caminhões, carroças...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo exprime vida, força, energia, entusiasmo&lt;br /&gt;nesta cidade principesca...&lt;br /&gt;A rua da Estação é a vida de Cataguases.&lt;br /&gt;(16.01.1928)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(na foto: Oswaldo, a esposa Yolanda e o filho Luiz Carlos, em 1938)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7jCVcRegeI/AAAAAAAAALs/GOT7fhnr3gs/s1600-h/Oswaldo+Abritta++esposa+e+filho+bem+peq+cor+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-2215548424464381609?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2215548424464381609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=2215548424464381609' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2215548424464381609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2215548424464381609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/02/oswaldo-abritta-poema.html' title='OSWALDO ABRITTA - Poema'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R78CzcReggI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wAP3HZ_yjZ4/s72-c/Oswaldo+Abritta++esposa+e+filho+cor+ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6985891000669034556</id><published>2008-02-17T19:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:46.599-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OSWALDO ABRITTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168086184376566226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7i7AMRegdI/AAAAAAAAALk/eqY6wvz2h4o/s400/Oswaldo+Abritta+perfil+ok+peq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OSWALDO ABRITTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (1908-1947)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nasceu no distrito de Cataguarino, município de Cataguases, filho de Boaventura José Abritta e Ana Lopes do Nascimento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fez o curso médio no Ginásio Municipal de Cataguases, hoje Escola Manuel Inácio, onde teve intensa atividade literária no Grêmio Literário Machado de Assis e publicou poemas em vários jornais da cidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Participou em 1927 da criação da Revista &lt;em&gt;Verde&lt;/em&gt;, como poeta. Formou-se em Direito, exerceu a advocacia e foi juiz de direito em Guarani e Carandaí(MG). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obra póstuma: &lt;em&gt;Versos de ontem e de hoje&lt;/em&gt;(editado por seu filho Luiz Carlos em 2000) escrito em 1931.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este ano vamos comemorar na FIC e no jornal &lt;em&gt;Cataguases&lt;/em&gt; o &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;centenário&lt;/span&gt; de seu nascimento : 1908 - 2008. Aguardem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leiam o poema "Jardim", de 1927:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Monotonia estranha dentro da tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o meu jardim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;deixou de ser jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para ser perfume."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6985891000669034556?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6985891000669034556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6985891000669034556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6985891000669034556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6985891000669034556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/02/oswaldo-abritta.html' title='OSWALDO ABRITTA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7i7AMRegdI/AAAAAAAAALk/eqY6wvz2h4o/s72-c/Oswaldo+Abritta+perfil+ok+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3322030054901722700</id><published>2008-02-16T22:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:46.765-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTÓRIA DE CATAGUASES - Educação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7d9p8RegcI/AAAAAAAAALc/7KDWdrf6c9o/s1600-h/Col%C3%A9gio+Cataguases+formatura+1945+peq+cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167737256938471874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7d9p8RegcI/AAAAAAAAALc/7KDWdrf6c9o/s400/Col%C3%A9gio+Cataguases+formatura+1945+peq+cor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; COLÉGIO CATAGUASES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Antigo Ginásio Municipal de Cataguases, num painel de fotos da formatura de 1945, com formandos, professores e diretores.  Em cima: Francisco Inácio Peixoto, José Silva Gradim, Manuel das Neves; Professores: Lysis Brandão da Rocha, Pierre Teotônio da Silva, Antônio Amaro, Martins Mendes e Ângelo Rocha; no meio, o inspetor Abílio Novais; os demais são formandos de 1945 (ginásio).  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Foto fornecida pelo poeta-aluno Francisco Marcelo Cabral).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7d9L8RegbI/AAAAAAAAALU/cOkdUO3jDpY/s1600-h/Col%C3%A9gio+Cataguases+formatura+1945+peq+cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3322030054901722700?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3322030054901722700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3322030054901722700' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3322030054901722700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3322030054901722700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/02/histria-de-cataguases-educao.html' title='HISTÓRIA DE CATAGUASES - Educação'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7d9p8RegcI/AAAAAAAAALc/7KDWdrf6c9o/s72-c/Col%C3%A9gio+Cataguases+formatura+1945+peq+cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7566608946885495174</id><published>2008-02-15T18:21:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:46.921-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FRICÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7X3GcRegaI/AAAAAAAAALM/y5uy5DbY6gI/s1600-h/JB+m%C3%A1scara+tri%C3%A2ngulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167307837518283170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7X3GcRegaI/AAAAAAAAALM/y5uy5DbY6gI/s200/JB+m%C3%A1scara+tri%C3%A2ngulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;CAMPO DE POUSO I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Às vezes também penso, e imagino, que o que me dá realmente este enjôo constante é o movimento de rotação da Terra.”&lt;br /&gt;“[...] cheguei até à beirada do planeta e olhei pra baixo. Sabes que não tinha nada lá? [...]”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lecy Delfim Vieira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KJ-1 tremera ao acordar. Num jato, estava no banho e preferira não pensar. Como se pudesse estar à meia-luz dos fatos e esquecer tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Espanejar a memória. Desligar o painel como na vídeo-tela.&lt;br /&gt;Escurecer por dentro. Fim.&lt;br /&gt;As cortinas de par em par na torre: abertas agora por um botão.&lt;br /&gt;KJ-1 vê a noite, quase refeito. Ele sustenta náuseas de tempos que se acumularam em fatias de bolo. Por isso foi que tremeu, num susto, em lances de sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Esses transportes à outra realidade haveriam de ser sempre mal lembrados. Não dera jeito de se livrar da memória ainda, como também dos sonhos rápidos. Num segundo, vira YU-15, NO-3 e WRE-17, figuras embaçadas de épocas passadas e ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Das alturas da torre em que mora e pela vista magnética aos seus olhos, um grande setor do Campo de Pouso parece fantástico demais para ser visto. Como o que havia acontecido em sua vida anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Pontos luminosos no horizonte, brilhos de outras torres mais distantes, um jato puro passando, o violeta saído de cores difíceis de se descrever, no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens-flocos mais escuras que claras. Tonalidades no céu, na pré-manhã, noite ainda. Silêncio natural. Focos de luz relanceando vez ou outra.&lt;br /&gt;Ele fora para ali recentemente, mas como difere de outras eras, esse tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele outro formava um compartimento estanque com espaços marcados e horas definidas.&lt;br /&gt;KJ-1 passara pela colônia de estímulos e fizera primeiro um tratamento de adaptação.&lt;br /&gt;No Campo de Pouso, agora aguarda as reações e partirá para ‘novas tendências’, como haviam previsto os seus iniciadores. Para os técnicos do KRJUYC talvez essa fase de transição e a simples colocação no Campo possam levar KJ-1 a um plano melhor, e talvez nada mais seja necessário, devido ao nível de seus conhecimentos. Havia sido um especialista em ficção científica, um indivíduo sensível.&lt;br /&gt;As alterações na memória levaram, porém, KJ-1 a uma preocupação maior. Depois das técnicas iniciais, aprendera o médium-tônus-ócio. E criara um vazio interior indefinível. Não poderia dizer que fosse bom ou ruim. O certo é que KJ-1 voltara a um estágio pré-cultural e as coisas ficaram distantes e desinteressantes.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos de KJ-1 não sabem perguntar mais nada: as torres onde mora fecham-se numa solidão de régua e compasso.&lt;br /&gt;Há muitos dias que não ligava a vídeo-tela. Não lhe interessam as notícias, a ludo-arte ou o make-messages. Está vivendo ainda do mal, ao sabor, no entanto, de uma esteira de tecnologia e lazer, como os demais naquele Campo. Por vários dias, anda lentamente em seu life-room. Os olhos fixos no grande visor da torre.&lt;br /&gt;Agora começa a sentir novamente. Não são bons sinais para quem vem de lutas psicológicas antigas e pensa estar fora de um tempo-espaço convencional. Por certo não há lugar mais para angústias e problemas individuais. Isso o assusta ainda.&lt;br /&gt;E internamente KJ-1 já estivera preparando terreno para uma saída dessas, desde que passara a ter contato com o pessoal do Campo de Pouso.&lt;br /&gt;O psicológico só beneficia tiranias mentais – pensara certa vez. Blasfema para o ar. E o éter lá fora, no nível das torres, parece diluído e filtrado, como nas galáxias que aprendera a ver na tela, em horas variadas.&lt;br /&gt;“Estrelas natimortas”, “a fria constelação do Touro”, tudo lembra um poema de Faustino. Bahh!!! Velhas idéias.&lt;br /&gt;De repente vê os limites da noite na Terra, em confronto com as imagens pretas de uma visão extra-terrena.&lt;br /&gt;E, na vídeo-tela, aos poucos, seu decifrador de idéias traduz, em filamentos, um estranho esboço visual que logo reconhece claramente. Não pode acreditar no que vê.&lt;br /&gt;Então KJ-1 – ao mesmo tempo que parece ensaiar as idéias – codifica o pensamento, e a máquina imediatamente recebe seus impulsos, mostrando no visor as primeiras palavras de um longo texto em que se vê mergulhar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campo de Pouso, 21 de janeiro de 1974.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7566608946885495174?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7566608946885495174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7566608946885495174' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7566608946885495174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7566608946885495174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/02/frices.html' title='FRICÇÕES'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R7X3GcRegaI/AAAAAAAAALM/y5uy5DbY6gI/s72-c/JB+m%C3%A1scara+tri%C3%A2ngulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6723974669015793128</id><published>2008-02-04T09:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:48.221-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R6b0usNmelI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ogst0DyHZDA/s1600-h/Aliment+Habit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163083105806219858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R6b0usNmelI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ogst0DyHZDA/s320/Aliment+Habit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Poema visual em que se enfatiza o "corte", tanto nas palavras (que perdem sufixos) como nas imagens (que são excluídas por sinais). A exclusão faz emergir o vocábulo AÇÃO que funciona como sinalizador/solução. Resultado: a experiência crítico-formal proposta pelo poeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6723974669015793128?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6723974669015793128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6723974669015793128' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6723974669015793128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6723974669015793128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/02/poemas-na-blogosfera.html' title='POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R6b0usNmelI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ogst0DyHZDA/s72-c/Aliment+Habit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8336672395702018637</id><published>2008-01-30T14:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:48.387-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDE HOTEL VILLAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R6Cnr8NmekI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TZND1QiCsoU/s1600-h/Hotel+Villas+e+Banco+de+Cataguases+azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161309546305976898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R6Cnr8NmekI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TZND1QiCsoU/s320/Hotel+Villas+e+Banco+de+Cataguases+azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HOTEL VILLAS&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fundado em 1895, o prédio foi conservado com a mesma estrutura e aspecto até os nossos dias pela família Villas e seus descendentes. Foi o primeiro hotel de Cataguases, situado em frente à estação ferroviária para atender os viajantes que chegavam de trem. (foto da década de 1920, recuperada por Eugênia Branco em 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8336672395702018637?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8336672395702018637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8336672395702018637' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8336672395702018637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8336672395702018637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/01/grande-hotel-villas.html' title='GRANDE HOTEL VILLAS'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R6Cnr8NmekI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TZND1QiCsoU/s72-c/Hotel+Villas+e+Banco+de+Cataguases+azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-5961199334703157970</id><published>2008-01-26T20:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:48.547-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VIAGEM - poema de Guilhermino César</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R5u2bMNmehI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cWMMOPDCAKU/s1600-h/Guilhermino+C%C3%A9sar+M.A+cor"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159918376334031378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R5u2bMNmehI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cWMMOPDCAKU/s200/Guilhermino+C%C3%A9sar+M.A+cor" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIAGEM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O destino? Cataguases.&lt;br /&gt;Quero depressa chegar.&lt;br /&gt;O motivo da viagem&lt;br /&gt;não é segredo nenhum,&lt;br /&gt;virá nas folhas de cá:&lt;br /&gt;- Embarco pra Cataguases,&lt;br /&gt;que lá me vão enterrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, façam depressa&lt;br /&gt;o transporte para o chão&lt;br /&gt;do meu corpo e seu fedor.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixem pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;mazelas que foram minhas,&lt;br /&gt;herói de infeliz amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me arquivem logo no chão,&lt;br /&gt;no frio barro vermelho&lt;br /&gt;do outro lado do rio,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco depois da ponte&lt;br /&gt;(com licença do Ouvidor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubram, idem, o monturo&lt;br /&gt;com pedra, areia e cimento,&lt;br /&gt;mas não deixem nenhum brilho,&lt;br /&gt;nenhum sinal exterior&lt;br /&gt;que inda aos pássaros engane,&lt;br /&gt;que a visitas e coveiros,&lt;br /&gt;jornalistas e parentes&lt;br /&gt;recorde o silêncio escuro&lt;br /&gt;em que dormindo me fique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, me larguem, me olvidem.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu seja bem digerido&lt;br /&gt;pelo chão de Cataguases,&lt;br /&gt;reino de Minas, Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in "Lira Coimbrã e Portulano de Lisboa",&lt;br /&gt;Livraria Almedina, Lisboa 1965)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ilustração de Maria Antônia A. Rodrigues) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-5961199334703157970?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5961199334703157970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=5961199334703157970' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5961199334703157970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5961199334703157970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/01/viagem-poema-de-guilhermino-csar.html' title='VIAGEM - poema de Guilhermino César'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R5u2bMNmehI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cWMMOPDCAKU/s72-c/Guilhermino+C%C3%A9sar+M.A+cor' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8132876439077045616</id><published>2008-01-26T20:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:48.751-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GUILHERMINO CÉSAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R5yu38NmejI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5SA67XshdQg/s1600-h/Guilherme+Cesar+COR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160191549138958898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R5yu38NmejI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5SA67XshdQg/s200/Guilherme+Cesar+COR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilhermino César&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (1908-1993) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participou do Movimento Verde nos anos 20, em Cataguases. Poeta, crítico, romancista e professor universitário. Autor de vários livros como &lt;em&gt;Lira Coimbrã e Portulano de Lisboa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Cantos do canto chorado&lt;/em&gt;. Fez carreira como professor na UFRGS, em Porto Alegre, e, como professor visitante, fundou a cadeira de Literatura Brasileira na Universidade de Coimbra, em Portugal, onde esteve por 4 anos. Neste ano, comemora-se o Centenário de Guilhermino César com inúmeros eventos aquém e além-mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8132876439077045616?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8132876439077045616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8132876439077045616' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8132876439077045616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8132876439077045616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2008/01/guilhermino-csar.html' title='GUILHERMINO CÉSAR'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R5yu38NmejI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5SA67XshdQg/s72-c/Guilherme+Cesar+COR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-934673980726679430</id><published>2007-12-24T22:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:48.939-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JANELAS DE LEITURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R3EtJV0UwXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5UzmC22DcWE/s1600-h/Dickens+e+Cabral+peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147945487559868786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R3EtJV0UwXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5UzmC22DcWE/s320/Dickens+e+Cabral+peq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MUDOU O NATAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OU MUDAMOS NÓS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais fácil se encontrar a temática natalina nas páginas dos jornais, almanaques e revistas do que propriamente nos livros de literatura. E, dentre esses últimos, nota-se a preferência dos escritores mais para os gêneros conto e crônica do que para poesia ou romance.&lt;br /&gt;Na literatura européia, de mais tradição que a nossa, respingam aqui e ali obras de renome que tratam dos temas de Natal: as de Maupassant, Gorki e Dostoievski e alguns outros. Não são muitas.&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil, menos ainda: as de Machado – é claro –, Mário de Andrade, Drummond, João Cabral e poucas mais, entre as dignas de nota.&lt;br /&gt;Nestas considerações, vamos destacar apenas um estrangeiro e um brasileiro: de um lado, o inglês Charles Dickens (1812-1870) e, de outro, o nosso João Cabral de Melo Neto (1920-1999). Assim, a balança fica de certo modo equilibrada.&lt;br /&gt;Dickens, para os leitores britânicos, praticamente inventou o Natal com o conto “O Natal do Sr. Scrooge” (“A Christmas Carol”), publicado em 1843, pois imediatamente conquistou todo o público de seu país e depois o mundo. A magistral história de Dickens narra a véspera e o dia de Natal do infeliz Sr. Scrooge, um avarento que atormentava a vida de seus empregados e de todos os que o rodeavam.&lt;br /&gt;Na noite do dia 24 de dezembro, quando se preparava para dormir, lhe aparece o terrível fantasma de um antigo sócio, o Sr. Marley. Passado o susto inicial, o velho Scrooge ouve a aparição lhe dizer que seria perseguido por três espíritos e estes iriam lhe mostrar o Natal passado, o Natal presente e o Natal futuro. Scrooge viu, então, passar diante dos olhos acontecimentos pavorosos de sua vida, durante toda a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordou no dia seguinte, sentiu-se aliviado e transformado em outro homem, e com a possibilidade de se penitenciar do mal que fizera durante a vida. Logo começou a distribuir alegremente presentes e felicidade aos parentes, empregados e a famílias de conhecidos. A história de Dickens é um clássico da redenção de um homem pelo arrependimento, no estilo romântico de seu tempo, o século XIX.&lt;br /&gt;Bem outra história nos conta em versos o poeta brasileiro João Cabral de Melo Neto, com “Morte e vida severina”, um Auto de Natal pernambucano publicado no século XX, em 1956, e que obteve o maior sucesso quando o compositor Chico Buarque de Holanda o transformou numa peça musicalizada.&lt;br /&gt;Nele, Cabral realça o lado social em detrimento do religioso, mas a obra ganha em dimensão humana. A descrição da vida nordestina ‘coincide’ com as agruras do brasileiro pobre e marginalizado para, no final, retomar o motivo religioso e natalino com a alegria do nascimento de um menino-símbolo.&lt;br /&gt;São histórias bastante diferentes, a de Dickens e a de Cabral. Na primeira, o protagonista se redime para penetrar e ser aceito no Romantismo do Oitocentos; no outro, o personagem principal, integrado à paisagem e à miséria do século XX, se supera pela esperança no nascimento de um filho. Estariam ambos, cada um a seu modo, dentro do espírito natalino de seus tempos?&lt;br /&gt;Agora quem sabe possamos responder à insistente pergunta de Machado de Assis no final de seu conhecido “Soneto de Natal”: “Mudaria o Natal ou mudei eu?”&lt;br /&gt;(Fotomontagem: Natália Tinoco)(Desenho de Cabral: Di Carrara)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-934673980726679430?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/934673980726679430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=934673980726679430' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/934673980726679430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/934673980726679430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/12/janelas-de-leitura.html' title='JANELAS DE LEITURA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R3EtJV0UwXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5UzmC22DcWE/s72-c/Dickens+e+Cabral+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8254208129064360313</id><published>2007-12-14T17:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:48.954-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JB - CHARGE DE ZIRALDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R2LVwF0UwVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X01qAaEdjoQ/s1600-h/JB-Ziraldo+p%26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R2LVwF0UwVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X01qAaEdjoQ/s320/JB-Ziraldo+p%26b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143908746582606162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco em charge de Ziraldo (década de 1970)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8254208129064360313?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8254208129064360313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8254208129064360313' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8254208129064360313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8254208129064360313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/12/jb-charge-de-ziraldo.html' title='JB - CHARGE DE ZIRALDO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R2LVwF0UwVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X01qAaEdjoQ/s72-c/JB-Ziraldo+p%26b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1408054921077491641</id><published>2007-11-30T09:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:51.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CATAGUASES - História</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0_xOJfIk1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OmtXteAWcJI/s1600-R/CINE+TEATRO+2+1+cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138590925219992402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0_xOJfIk1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4bryY-fiB4k/s320/CINE+TEATRO+2+1+cor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEATRO RECREIO CATAGUASENSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frente do Teatro Recreio Cataguasense &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(hoje Edgard Cine-Teatro), na Praça Rui Barbosa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em comemoração de data cívica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Arquivo Joaquim Branco)&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/38552645-1408054921077491641?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1408054921077491641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1408054921077491641' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1408054921077491641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1408054921077491641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/11/cataguases-histria_30.html' title='CATAGUASES - História'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0_xOJfIk1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4bryY-fiB4k/s72-c/CINE+TEATRO+2+1+cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1231832602142838618</id><published>2007-11-23T08:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:51.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CATAGUASES - História</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0ayqJfIk0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/IpUAVegxMO8/s1600-h/Escola+Normal+-+constru%C3%A7%C3%A3o+cor+e+menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135988862233383746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0ayqJfIk0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/IpUAVegxMO8/s320/Escola+Normal+-+constru%C3%A7%C3%A3o+cor+e+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;COLÉGIO CARMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antiga Escola Normal e Ginásio Nossa Senhora do Carmo (em reforma), hoje Colégio Carmo, fundado pela Irmãs Carmelitas em 1912.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0avsZfIkzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yFKtQjGYcOQ/s1600-h/Escola+Normal+-+constru%C3%A7%C3%A3o+cor+e+menor.jpg"&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/38552645-1231832602142838618?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1231832602142838618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1231832602142838618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1231832602142838618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1231832602142838618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/11/cataguses-histria.html' title='CATAGUASES - História'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0ayqJfIk0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/IpUAVegxMO8/s72-c/Escola+Normal+-+constru%C3%A7%C3%A3o+cor+e+menor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1685550592188053268</id><published>2007-11-23T08:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:51.720-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CATAGUASES - História</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLÉGIO CARMO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0auo5fIkyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/74dUSKAlJ6U/s1600-h/Escola+Normal+-+grupo+alunas+cor+e+menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135984442712036130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0auo5fIkyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/74dUSKAlJ6U/s320/Escola+Normal+-+grupo+alunas+cor+e+menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunas da antiga Escola Normal e Ginásio Nossa Senhora do Carmo, hoje Colégio Carmo. Foto de Iannini, 1939.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-1685550592188053268?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1685550592188053268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1685550592188053268' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1685550592188053268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1685550592188053268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/11/cataguases-histria_6862.html' title='CATAGUASES - História'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0auo5fIkyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/74dUSKAlJ6U/s72-c/Escola+Normal+-+grupo+alunas+cor+e+menor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3716762075566372072</id><published>2007-11-23T08:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:51.887-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CATAGUASES - História</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0al-pfIkxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DWcxeH_YlpQ/s1600-h/Col%C3%A9gio+Webster+cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135974920769540882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0al-pfIkxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DWcxeH_YlpQ/s320/Col%C3%A9gio+Webster+cor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLÉGIO WEBSTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1886 foi fundado o Colégio Webster pela professora portuguesa Carolina Webster, seu marido - o inglês Denis Webster - e outros professores. Funcionava como internato para moças, em São Diniz, município de Cataguases.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1898 o colégio foi fechado devido à morte de muitas alunas e professores em conseqüência da febre amarela que chegou à cidade em 1889. (Dados obtidos com o prof. de História Gilmar Moreira Gonçalves)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3716762075566372072?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3716762075566372072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3716762075566372072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3716762075566372072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3716762075566372072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/11/cataguases-histria_23.html' title='CATAGUASES - História'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/R0al-pfIkxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DWcxeH_YlpQ/s72-c/Col%C3%A9gio+Webster+cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8006026469596920547</id><published>2007-11-11T11:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:52.148-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CATAGUASES - História</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RzcB2l6JauI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UKh0OE9JjK0/s1600-h/IMG_0639+Entrada+Ponte+Met%C3%A1lica+1931+peq..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131572337812531938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RzcB2l6JauI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UKh0OE9JjK0/s320/IMG_0639+Entrada+Ponte+Met%C3%A1lica+1931+peq..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chegada a Cataguases pela Ponte Metálica para a festa em homenagem a João Pessoa, em 26.07.1931. Coleção Joaquim Branco (doação de Guilhermino Cesar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8006026469596920547?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8006026469596920547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8006026469596920547' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8006026469596920547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8006026469596920547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/11/cataguases-histria.html' title='CATAGUASES - História'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RzcB2l6JauI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UKh0OE9JjK0/s72-c/IMG_0639+Entrada+Ponte+Met%C3%A1lica+1931+peq..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7280647492886193733</id><published>2007-11-06T14:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:52.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RzCVISfyIyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NgtPYZ6P7yY/s1600-h/Poemenergy+50x70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129763945211634466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RzCVISfyIyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NgtPYZ6P7yY/s400/Poemenergy+50x70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Em 'Poemenergy', ao contrário de Poe e Baudelaire que botam álcool na cuca para bombear poesia, Joaquim Branco bota poesia na bomba para produzir álcool." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Álvaro de Sá, poeta e crítico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7280647492886193733?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7280647492886193733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7280647492886193733' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7280647492886193733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7280647492886193733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/11/poemas-na-blogosfera.html' title='POEMAS NA BLOGOSFERA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RzCVISfyIyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NgtPYZ6P7yY/s72-c/Poemenergy+50x70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-9094448112742611103</id><published>2007-10-13T09:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T06:58:09.489-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"MEIA-PATACA: A TERCEIRA MARGEM"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Primeiras recepções ao livro &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meia-Pataca: a terceira margem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro Joaquim Branco,&lt;br /&gt;desde o instante em que recebi o Meia-pataca: a terceira margem até agora vou garimpando cada palavra do livro, a minha emoção tem sido única: semelhante à daquele desbravador no século XIX quando encontrou meia-pataca de ouro no riacho que corta a pequena mas histórica Cataguasas, meio escondida entre montanhas das Minas Gerais.&lt;br /&gt;Você, Joaquim, como doutor em Literatura, catedrático e exímio poeta, e os jovens Felipe e Roberto, alunos seus no curso de Letras, foram fundo no trabalho de pesquisa, análise e crivo das fontes consultadas. O resultado é um livro primoroso, produzido com fios de ouro puro, de originalíssimo quilate, porque estudo sério, seguro, indispensável, para aqueles que desejam conhecer um pouco mais sobre a história da literatura brasileira, ou mesmo pelo prazer da leitura de bons livros. No meu caso particular, a leitura é proveitosa nos dois sentidos; eu conheço os passos da geração da Verde e da geração do Totem, mas desconhecia inteiramente o trabalho dos poetas da revista Meia-Pataca.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à capa do livro é belíssima e sugestiva. A ilustração com perfil dos poetas Lina Tâmego e Francisco Marcelo Cabral, o texto da primeira página da revista, levemente impresso sobre as águas do riacho tendo às margens o verde das matas, é uma configuração genial do fato histórico da descoberta da pataca de ouro e da criação da revista Meia-Pataca. Na contracapa, outra tacada de primeiríssima. A foto em grupo dos autores do livro, para mim, simboliza as duas gerações da literatura cataguasense: de Joaquim Branco, a geração do Totem; de Roberto e Felipe, a geração do pós-Totem. O que mais posso dizer? Talvez uma certa sintonia mágica com o número 3 nas ilustrações. O homem (os poetas), a natureza (o riacho e a mata) e o sonho ou a memória (a poesia, o texto).&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns.&lt;br /&gt;Fico agora aguardando a edição em livro sobre a geração do Totem, reconhecidamente importantíssima. Não apenas por ter se colocado à frente dos projetos de vanguarda, mas também por haver levado o nome da literatura cataguasense para além das terras brasileiras.&lt;br /&gt;Um forte abraço do velho amigo contista amazonense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ADRINO ARAGÃO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; (Contista, crítico, autor de “Tigre no espelho”, entre outros livros).&lt;br /&gt;29.09.2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prezado Joaquim Branco:&lt;br /&gt;Há dias, Lina me entregou um exemplar de Meia-Pataca: a&lt;br /&gt;terceira margem, que estou lendo com gosto e proveito. É&lt;br /&gt;uma preciosidade de história literária, enfocando um momento&lt;br /&gt;importante das letras em Minas e no País. Parabéns a você e&lt;br /&gt;aos seus companheiros, Felipe Fritiz e Roberto Júlio.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, recebo também Cidade Interior, de Francisco Marcelo&lt;br /&gt;Cabral, que já estou lendo.&lt;br /&gt;Cataguases sempre marcando presença!&lt;br /&gt;Abraço de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDERSON BRAGA HORTA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Poeta, crítico). Brasília DF.&lt;br /&gt;24.09.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito estimado Joaquim,&lt;br /&gt;Com muita alegria recebi seu novo trabalho, sobre a Meia-pataca. Já comecei a ler. Impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço imensamente sua lembrança e a oportunidade que me oferece de atualizar minha bibliografia crítica.&lt;br /&gt;Grande abraço, com a estima da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARLINDA NUÑEZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. – Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;Professora de teoria literária da UERJ, crítica literária. Rio de Janeiro RJ.&lt;br /&gt;26.09.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prezado Joaquim,&lt;br /&gt;Recebi, hoje, o livro &lt;em&gt;Meia-Pataca: a terceira margem&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Importante resgate para o acervo literário da cidade&lt;br /&gt;de Cataguases.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a todos: Joaquim, Felipe e Roberto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGO PONTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (poeta visual. Mora em Poços de Caldas MG).&lt;br /&gt;08.10.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belo Horizonte, 1º de outubro de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Prezado Joaquim Branco.&lt;br /&gt;Recebi o livro Meia-Pataca: a terceira margem.&lt;br /&gt;O estudo profundo realizado por você, Felipe Fritiz e Roberto Júlio sobre os rastros deixados pela revista é notável.&lt;br /&gt;Apresento-lhes meus parabéns.&lt;br /&gt;Junto a este pequenas considerações que fiz sobre os 80 anos do lançamento da revista Verde.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço do amigo e admirador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUIZ CARLOS ABRITTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Escritor, presidente da Academia Mineira de Letras). Belo Horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi Joaquim,&lt;br /&gt;recebi aqui o belíssimo e importantíssimo ensaio sobre a Meia-Pataca, obrigado. E parabéns por mais essa empreitada em direção às nossas raízes.&lt;br /&gt;Abraço grande do amigo, que te admira,&lt;br /&gt;luiz ruffato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUIZ RUFFATO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (ficcionista) – São Paulo SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo, 30.setembro.2007&lt;br /&gt;Prezado Escritor.&lt;br /&gt;Encontro, em meio à avalanche de correspondência chegada nos últimos dias, a Meia-Pataca: a terceira margem, que teve a gentileza de me mandar.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a todos que participaram da publicação, pois é importante para a memória dos nossos tempos que iniciativas como a da revista Meia-Pataca, nos idos de 40, não se percam na poeira dos arquivos e sejam preservadas em livro. Encontrei nele muitos nomes que me são familiares...&lt;br /&gt;Continuem a produzir... o escrito fica, as palavras voam!&lt;br /&gt;Cordialmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NELLY NOVAES COELHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (carta) (professora e crítica literária). São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prezados amigos: a leitura de "Meia-Pataca: a terceira margem" nos fez recuar até os anos de 1948-49; esse tipo de resgate é muito importante para nossa memória cultural e mais ainda para quem como nós estava no mesmo barco e acompanhou a saga dos dois números. Reencontramos no livro amigos muito caros e próximos, Marques Rebelo, Francisco Inácio Peixoto, Guilhermino Cesar, além de outros como Drummond, Santa Rosa, Rosário Fusco. Lemos de uma assentada, foi a continuação de nossa conversa, no Rio, com Lina e Marcelo. Vamos manter contacto. Um afetuoso abraço da Eglê e do Salim Miguel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALIM MIGUEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (escritor)&lt;br /&gt;07.10.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi o livro. Muito obrigada. E excelente!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns para vocês três e tambem para a Natália Tinoco pela capa. Uma beleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TERESINKA PEREIRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Escritora, professora em Bluffton, EUA)&lt;br /&gt;29.09.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimado Joaquim.&lt;br /&gt;Com muita alegria recebi o belíssimo ensaio, seu novo trabalho, sobre a &lt;em&gt;Meia-pataca&lt;/em&gt;. Excelente! Agradeço imensamente sua lembrança. Parabéns para os 3 que levaram essa empreitada até nós, os leitores.&lt;br /&gt;Abraços da &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEIDE SÁ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (poeta, artista plástica). Rio de Janeiro. 11.11.2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio, 27.9.2007&lt;br /&gt;Caro Joaquim Branco,&lt;br /&gt;muito obrigado pelo envio da importante publicação &lt;em&gt;Meia-Pataca: a terceira margem&lt;/em&gt;. Um abraço de seu amigo e leitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANTONIO CARLOS SECCHIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (professor, crítico, poeta, membro da ABL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio, 2007-2008.&lt;br /&gt;Querido Joaquim Branco, grata pelos altos momentos de prazer intelectual que "Meia-Pataca: a terceira margem" me causou. Trabalho admirável o do trio Branco - Fritiz - Roberto Júlio. [...] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STELLA LEONARDOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (escritora)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-9094448112742611103?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/9094448112742611103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=9094448112742611103' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/9094448112742611103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/9094448112742611103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/10/meia-pataca-terceira-margem.html' title='&quot;MEIA-PATACA: A TERCEIRA MARGEM&quot;'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-6105916326011692300</id><published>2007-10-07T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:52.901-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTOR GIUDICE E EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RwlsSgNQytI/AAAAAAAAAI8/42pnpOF2_b8/s1600-h/IMG_2143+jiudice+pe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118741516622285522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RwlsSgNQytI/AAAAAAAAAI8/42pnpOF2_b8/s400/IMG_2143+jiudice+pe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu trabalhava no Rio com o contista-desenhista-fotógrafo-etc. Victor Giudice, na década de 1980, ele quis fazer a capa de um livro meu sobre Arte Postal. Gostei muito da idéia, mas já havia encomendado a capa a outro grande ilustrador e não pude desfazer a encomenda. Então, num momento de humor, Victor fez esta cena teatral para me demover da promessa e depois bolou a charge em cima do fato. Vale a publicação, ainda que tardia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-6105916326011692300?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/6105916326011692300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=6105916326011692300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6105916326011692300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/6105916326011692300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/10/eu-e-victor-giudice.html' title='VICTOR GIUDICE E EU'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RwlsSgNQytI/AAAAAAAAAI8/42pnpOF2_b8/s72-c/IMG_2143+jiudice+pe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-2676557136774469884</id><published>2007-10-05T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:53.036-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REVELAÇÃO DE POESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RwgF1wNQyrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wiCBCu220LI/s1600-h/Mariele+olho+arrumado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118347397538302642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RwgF1wNQyrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wiCBCu220LI/s200/Mariele+olho+arrumado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RwZu2wNQyqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/msDQBmJZC8o/s1600-h/mariele.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;REVELAÇÃO DE POESIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariele Furtado de Barros &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BRANCO, Joaquim. &lt;em&gt;O menino que procurava o reino da poesia&lt;/em&gt;. Cataguases: Instituto Francisca de Souza Peixoto, 2004-2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro &lt;em&gt;O menino que procurava o reino da poesia&lt;/em&gt;, de Joaquim Branco, é seu primeiro trabalho dedicado à literatura infanto-juvenil. Contendo apenas vinte e seis páginas divididas em quatro partes correspondentes ao itinerário percorrido por Leonardo, personagem da estória dentro do ‘reino da poesia’, o autor descortina diante do leitor um mundo de sonhos, fantasias, conhecimentos e extrema beleza.&lt;br /&gt;As ilustrações de Reinaldo Apolinário de Castro conferem à obra peculiar valor e beleza, o que reflete na leitura como asas para a imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Certamente o fato de haver produzido uma narrativa de rara criatividade e indiscutível conteúdo, conferiu ao autor merecidos elogios como os de Lina Tâmega: “O livro é circundado por uma linha didática que faz da leitura um ato agradável, curioso e provocante”. Como comenta a escritora, há no livro uma linha didática fascinante que transforma o ato de ler num momento prazeroso e interessante de incessantes descobertas.&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco desvenda a Leonardo o mundo da poesia, e no sonho do menino leva-o ao encontro de grandes poetas de nossa literatura, como no início, com Gregório de Matos, que lhe fala a respeito do que é ser poeta e da escola barroca.&lt;br /&gt;A narrativa segue, e chegando Leo “Em terras das Minas Gerais” conhece Tomás Antônio Gonzaga. Este fala sobre o século XVIII e as características da literatura influente. Os comentários realizados pelo poeta enfatizam a mensagem cultural da narrativa, permeada de encantos.&lt;br /&gt;Continuando, o menino vai de encontro a outros lugares, de “ares mais quentes” e bela paisagem à beira-mar, onde conhece Gonçalves Dias, que lhe fala do Romantismo, dos temas das composições poéticas e do engenho do criar. As explicações inseridas pelo autor na fala do poeta delineiam o perfil do movimento literário pertinente ao século XIX.&lt;br /&gt;Leo segue, e, chegando ao Rio de Janeiro, conhece numa praça o poeta Cruz e Souza, que fala ao menino sobre o Simbolismo, a sugestão poética, a beleza das imagens metafóricas e a musicalidade dos versos. Leo encontra enfim o ‘Reino da Poesia’, dos sonhos, da beleza, do surrealismo.&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim leva o leitor a penetrar e caminhar pelas vias do mundo da poesia com sutileza e competência. Rosângela Carvalho assim define sua leitura do livro: "Amei cada detalhe, cada palavra, cada explicação, cada nuance profunda de sua sensibilidade, cada detalhe histórico, cada personagem maravilhoso, cada seqüência de sua fragilidade em decantar o passado nas mãos do menino do futuro”.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, uma leitura prazerosa e essencial a todo leitor, que gosta ou não de literatura, já que desde a primeira linha do texto há vida pulsando nas entrelinhas da narrativa, despertando curiosidade e amor pela arte que revela o homem, a poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mariele é acadêmica do 4º período de Letras nas Faculdades Integradas de Cataguases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-2676557136774469884?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2676557136774469884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=2676557136774469884' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2676557136774469884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2676557136774469884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/10/revelao-de-poesia.html' title='REVELAÇÃO DE POESIA'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-1876512566343970360?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1876512566343970360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1876512566343970360' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1876512566343970360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1876512566343970360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/09/lanamento.html' title='Lançamento'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-1751900239696784115</id><published>2007-09-09T10:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:04:31.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lançamento de livro</title><content type='html'>Cenas do lançamento do livro "Meia-Pataca: a terceira margem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvBISqxWI8E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvBISqxWI8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-1751900239696784115?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/1751900239696784115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=1751900239696784115' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1751900239696784115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/1751900239696784115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/09/lanamento-de-livro.html' title='Lançamento de livro'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8784010584030985394</id><published>2007-09-02T17:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:53.217-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTÓRIA DE CATAGUASES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rtsdtgt_S5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RHdpd3cbs4I/s1600-h/Tenente+Passeado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rtsdtgt_S5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RHdpd3cbs4I/s320/Tenente+Passeado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105707270268734354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacinto Marcos Passeado (1835-1930) foi o primeiro escrivão do antigo Cartório de Órfãos de Cataguases, patriarca da família Passeado cujos descendentes hoje pertencem às famílias Passeado, Miranda e Branco Ribeiro. O Cartório de Órfãos cuidava também da alforria de escravos no município. (foto Pereira da Costa, recuperada por Natália Tinoco; acervo Aquiles Branco).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8784010584030985394?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8784010584030985394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8784010584030985394' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8784010584030985394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8784010584030985394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/09/tenente-jacinto-passeado.html' title='HISTÓRIA DE CATAGUASES'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rtsdtgt_S5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RHdpd3cbs4I/s72-c/Tenente+Passeado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8324674200146572518</id><published>2007-08-31T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:53.398-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ASCÂNIO LOPES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rtg_twt_S4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/m2XJE_jK4mA/s1600-h/Asc%C3%A2nio+DESENHO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rtg_twt_S4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/m2XJE_jK4mA/s320/Asc%C3%A2nio+DESENHO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104900233028914050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ascânio Lopes (1906-1929), poeta do Movimento Verde, em quadro do pintor Slotti. (coleção Joaquim Branco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8324674200146572518?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8324674200146572518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8324674200146572518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8324674200146572518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8324674200146572518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/ascnio-lopes.html' title='ASCÂNIO LOPES'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rtg_twt_S4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/m2XJE_jK4mA/s72-c/Asc%C3%A2nio+DESENHO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-2177919033697065487</id><published>2007-08-19T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:53.539-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"DIA DO JUÍZO", DE ROSÁRIO FUSCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rsi7Jgt_S2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0a51kf6OgVc/s1600-h/Dia+do+Ju%C3%ADzo+menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rsi7Jgt_S2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0a51kf6OgVc/s320/Dia+do+Ju%C3%ADzo+menor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100532350073129826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia do Juízo&lt;/span&gt;, para muitos, o melhor romance de Rosário Fusco. Capa de Darel, Editora José Olympio, 1961.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-2177919033697065487?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/2177919033697065487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=2177919033697065487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2177919033697065487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/2177919033697065487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/dia-do-juzo-de-rosrio-fusco.html' title='&quot;DIA DO JUÍZO&quot;, DE ROSÁRIO FUSCO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rsi7Jgt_S2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0a51kf6OgVc/s72-c/Dia+do+Ju%C3%ADzo+menor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-4351600350611844408</id><published>2007-08-19T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:53.682-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FRICÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rsi9bQt_S3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3DTaLXwLOUI/s1600-h/Pr%C3%B3-Texto+cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rsi9bQt_S3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3DTaLXwLOUI/s320/Pr%C3%B3-Texto+cor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100534854039063410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PRÓ-TEXTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Não me abandonarei à fadiga, lançar-me-ei inteiramente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;na minha novela, ainda que tenha de me cortar no rosto    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Franz Kafka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto viu o mar de interjeições à sua frente, e suas letras pulsaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodeou então e deu de ombros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que seria afinal um sujeito sem perspectivas, livre de tudo isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto queria ser ele mesmo. As palavras dentro do corpo, guardadas, mas os pensamentos dos outros só faziam usar o seu material. Abusando, quebrando palavras, cortando frases, eclipsando verbos, com essas idéias malucas na cabeça, sem construções próprias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achava que cada um deveria ter o seu texto, já que de metáforas e símbolos todo mundo podia dispor à vontade. Com isso, seu material estourava sempre, precisava de remendos. Fundia, então, novas locuções ou reconstruía velhas formas, nada adiantava. Texto servia aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas orações sovadas para antigos discurseiros o chateavam mais que tudo. Memorandos e cartas, também. A burocracia procurava utilizá-lo a todo momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As novidades literárias é que já eram em menor número: felizmente alguns se cansavam dele; eles queriam fazer filmes, televisão, rádio, novas fórmulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto ficava aflito ainda com a disposição da maioria em utilizá-lo em histórias intermináveis. Volumes maçudos numa prosa cansativa, com as mesmas palavras, ou estudos e ensaios em mero blá-blá-blá. Poesias aguadas, ficção repetitiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto sondou suas dúvidas, pensou mais uma vez e substantivou-se. Depois fez-se verbo, e do verbo à carne foi um pulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era um homem. Sentia-se bem assim. Não tinha história, nem tempo. Pronomes e advérbios cresciam à sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passava por eles calmamente e de todos os lados eles eram agora enormes edifícios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-4351600350611844408?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/4351600350611844408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=4351600350611844408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4351600350611844408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/4351600350611844408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/frices.html' title='FRICÇÕES'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/Rsi9bQt_S3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3DTaLXwLOUI/s72-c/Pr%C3%B3-Texto+cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-7036645011170072800</id><published>2007-08-18T06:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:53.867-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"DONA FLOR", DE  FRANCISCO INÁCIO PEIXOTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsbDEwt_SzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NYkbGjYpFNc/s1600-h/Dona+Flor+menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsbDEwt_SzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NYkbGjYpFNc/s320/Dona+Flor+menor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099978114608352050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado em 1940 pela Editora Pongetti, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dona Flor&lt;/span&gt; (contos) é o primeiro livro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt; de Francisco Inácio Peixoto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-7036645011170072800?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/7036645011170072800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=7036645011170072800' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7036645011170072800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/7036645011170072800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/dona-flor-francisco-incio-peixoto.html' title='&quot;DONA FLOR&quot;, DE  FRANCISCO INÁCIO PEIXOTO'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsbDEwt_SzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NYkbGjYpFNc/s72-c/Dona+Flor+menor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-8781501628948045724</id><published>2007-08-17T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:54.227-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CURTIÇÕES DO SÉCULO XIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsZIxAt_SyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xz7kkKzVjB4/s1600-h/Alu%C3%ADsio+Azevedo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsZIxAt_SyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xz7kkKzVjB4/s320/Alu%C3%ADsio+Azevedo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099843634887346978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURTIÇÕES DO SÉCULO XIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Temas não muito encontrados na ficção do século XIX no Brasil – pederastia, lesbianismo, sexo, violência – vão ser alguns dos ingredientes do caldeirão de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O cortiço&lt;/span&gt;, de Aluísio de Azevedo, edição da série “Bom Livro”, da Editora Ática. &lt;br /&gt; Dos principais romances do chamado Naturalismo do fim do Oitocentos, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O cortiço&lt;/span&gt; sacudiu pra valer o conservadorismo da Corte de Dom Pedro II – mais acostumada aos versos de Gonçalves de Magalhães e aos romances de Joaquim Manoel de Macedo –, e fez sucesso tanto de público quanto de crítica. &lt;br /&gt; As cenas vividas pelos personagens do livro no Rio de Janeiro e todo o seu caldo grosso até hoje ressoam nos ouvidos da província natal de Aluísio de Azevedo, o Maranhão. O romance retrata o dia-a-dia das pessoas pobres, nas antigas habitações coletivas denominadas cortiços. &lt;br /&gt; Convivendo ao lado do sobrado – onde residiam os donos do cortiço –, seus moradores são mostrados em toda a crueza possível da época, ressaltando o autor as oposições não só entre os personagens (que são vistos em pares, como acentua o crítico Rui Mourão) como também a “luta” Cortiço X Sobrado, que aparece na trama da estória.&lt;br /&gt;Com este livro, publicado em 1890, Aluísio de Azevedo expressou o Naturalismo no Brasil e, colocando sua lente nas camadas mais desfavorecidas da população, levou de uma só vez toda uma massa de anônimos e oprimidos para a galeria de personagens da literatura brasileira. &lt;br /&gt; A edição, muito bem cuidada, traz, além do texto integral, excelente apresentação do crítico Rui Mourão, uma parte final com material iconográfico com dados do autor e da época e também um suplemento de leitura com exercícios para estudantes de literatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(imagem de Aluísio de Azevedo - divulgação)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-8781501628948045724?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/8781501628948045724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=8781501628948045724' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8781501628948045724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/8781501628948045724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/curties-do-sculo-xix.html' title='CURTIÇÕES DO SÉCULO XIX'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsZIxAt_SyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xz7kkKzVjB4/s72-c/Alu%C3%ADsio+Azevedo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-5445883712031459112</id><published>2007-08-13T08:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:54.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PREFEITURA MUNICIPAL DE CATAGUASES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA_hCpDzqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2Ru3lWTLU_4/s1600-h/Prefeitura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA_hCpDzqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2Ru3lWTLU_4/s320/Prefeitura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098144615060721314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fachada da Prefeitura Municipal de Cataguases, 2006. Foto Natália Tinoco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-5445883712031459112?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/5445883712031459112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=5445883712031459112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5445883712031459112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/5445883712031459112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/prefeitura-municipal-de-cataguases.html' title='PREFEITURA MUNICIPAL DE CATAGUASES'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA_hCpDzqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2Ru3lWTLU_4/s72-c/Prefeitura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-3237046035916916280</id><published>2007-08-13T08:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:54.601-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"OS PÁSSAROS", DE ANÍSIO MEDEIROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA-4ipDzpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p0rrZiTCaAk/s1600-h/Os+p%C3%A1ssaros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA-4ipDzpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p0rrZiTCaAk/s320/Os+p%C3%A1ssaros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098143919276019346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painel em azulejos "Os pássaros", de Anísio Medeiros, na praça Santa Rita, Cataguases. Foto Natália Tinoco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-3237046035916916280?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/3237046035916916280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=3237046035916916280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3237046035916916280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/3237046035916916280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/os-pssaros.html' title='&quot;OS PÁSSAROS&quot;, DE ANÍSIO MEDEIROS'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA-4ipDzpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p0rrZiTCaAk/s72-c/Os+p%C3%A1ssaros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38552645.post-97052021964524430</id><published>2007-08-13T08:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:41:54.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTEL VILLAS E CENTRO CULTURAL EVA NIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA-dSpDzoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tL-8WtxeZtA/s1600-h/Hotel+Villas+e+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA-dSpDzoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tL-8WtxeZtA/s320/Hotel+Villas+e+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098143451124584066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visão conjunta do Hotel Villas e do Centro Cultural Eva Nil (Cataguases). Foto Natália Tinoco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38552645-97052021964524430?l=joaquimbranco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/feeds/97052021964524430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38552645&amp;postID=97052021964524430' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/97052021964524430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38552645/posts/default/97052021964524430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaquimbranco.blogspot.com/2007/08/hotel-villas-e-centro-cultural-eva-nil.html' title='HOTEL VILLAS E CENTRO CULTURAL EVA NIL'/><author><name>Joaquim Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166470656088792181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1361/4290/320/650675/IMG_3188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dm7n3lGWpyQ/RsA-dSpDzoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tL-8WtxeZtA/s72-c/Hotel+Villas+e+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
