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utagoe · 5 years

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A3!: Konton All Right! (渾沌オーライ！) Lyrics

Kanji, romaji and English translation for Konton All Right! (Chaos All Right!) by Kazunari and Misumi

(kanji source) パート分け：一成　三角

ちょい待った！まっった！　待ったァなしだぜ (ででんでん、構えや忍法) 日和った？りっった？　そんなァ訳ないよ (ででんでん、食らえや忍法)

誰のため　世のためか　お天道様さようなら我が身は忍ぶのみほら消しな　消しな　消しなって…全存在を！

ではでは渾沌往来　走り抜けろ(YA！) 悪とは善とはなんて　否[No！]　否[No！]　否[No！] (NIN-NIN！) まだ足りぬ　磨けよとばかりに　風に打たれて(よーっしゃー！) ほらほら渾沌往来　走り抜けろ(YA！) 丁でも半でもいいさ　行[Go！]　行[Go！]　行[Go！] (NIN-NIN！) まだ足りぬ　この声はどこから聞こえるのか知りたいんだ半時待って！一時まっって！　待ったァ駄目さ　(しゃー！)

赤い夕日　明日も共に見たいと(お前と) 感傷捨てるべきだと　わかっていても(わかってる) 熱いんだ　こんな胸の中は(ででんでん、燃えろや忍法) 云わないで　もっと高め合えば(ででんでん、結べや忍法)

我が身は忍ぶのみほら消しな　消しな　消しなって…全存在を！ (世を欺いて　闇に混ざって　背後に迫って　もらった、隙ありー！)

はてはて全霊全賭[ぜんれいぜんと]で　走り抜けろ(YA！) 過去とは今とはなんて　散[Bye！]　散[Bye！]　散[Bye！] (NIN-NIN！) 去る時代(とき)は　追わずに前向いて　風を操れ(よーっしゃー！)

「裏切り者には…死？」「戦うしか…ないのかな…？」「1度呑んだら友達で！」「毎日呑んだら兄弟だ！」「だよな！」「行こう！兄弟！」「どろん！」「アデュー！」

叫べ HEY！ HEY！ HEY！この世は所詮どうせ　波乱波乱ララ万丈さ全てはざざっと流れけり　止まるが負けだから NIN！ NIN！ NIN！オーライ忍びます　忍べば　忍ぶとき全力で　火、ボー！　水、ピャ！　雷、ドーン！

ほら消しな　消しな　消しなって…全存在を！せい！やー！　臨、兵、闘、者　ででんがでん NIN-NIN！せい！やー！　皆、陣、列、在　ででんがでんよー…っっっしゃー！！ (あれ…？　最後は…ぜーん！)

ではでは渾沌往来　走り抜けろ悪とは善とはなんて　否(No！)　否(No！)　否(No！) まだ足りぬ　磨けよとばかりに　風に打たれて(よーっしゃー！) ほらほら渾沌往来　走り抜けろ(YA！) 丁でも半でもいいさ　行(Go！)　行(Go！)　行(Go！) (NIN-NIN！) まだ足りぬ　この声はどこから聞こえるのか知りたいんだ半時待って！一時まっって！　待ったァ駄目さ半時待って！一時まっって！　待ったァ駄目さ(しゃー！)

Romaji Colours: Kazunari Misumi

choi matta! matta! matta nashi da ze (dedenden, kamae ya ninpou) hiyori tta? ritta? sonna wake naiyo (dedenden, kurae ya ninpou)

dare no tame yo no tame ka otentousama sayounara waga mi wa shinobu nomi hora keshina keshina keshina tte... zensonzai wo!

dewa dewa konton ourai hashiri nukero (YA!) aku to wa zen to wa nante No! No! No! (NIN-NIN!) mada tarinu migakeyo to bakari ni kaze ni utarete (yoosshaa!) hora hora konton ourai hashiri nukero (YA!) chou demo han demo ii sa Go! Go! Go! (NIN-NIN!) mada tarinu kono koe wa doko kara kikoeru no ka shiritain da hantoki matte! ittoki matte! matta dame sa (shaa!)

akai yuuhi ashita mo tomo ni mitai to (omae to) kanshou suteru beki da to wakatte itemo (wakatteru) atsuin da konna mune no naka wa (dedenden, moero ya ninpou) iwanaide motto takameaeba (dedenden, musube ya ninpou)

waga mi wa shinobu nomi hora keshina keshina keshina tte... zensonzai wo! (yo wo azamuite yami ni mazatte haigo ni sematte moratta, suki ari!)

hatehate zenreizento de hashiri nukero (Ya!) kako to wa ima to wa nante Bye! Bye! Bye! (NIN-NIN!) saru toki wa owazu ni maemuite kaze wo ayatsuru (yoosshaa!)

"uragirimono ni wa... shi?" "tatakau shika... nai no kan...?" "ichido nondara tomodachi de!" "mainichi nondara kyoudai da!" "da yo na!" "ikou! kyoudai!" "doron!" "adyuu!"

sakebe HEY! HEY! HEY! kono yo wa shosen douse haran haran rara banjou sa subete wa zazatto nagare keri tomaru ga make dakara NIN! NIN! NIN! oorai shinobimasu shinobeba shinobu toki zenryoku de hi, boo! mizu, pya! kaminari, doon!

hora keshina keshina keshina tte... zensonzai wo! sei! yaa! rin, hyou, tou, sha deden kaden NIN-NIN! sei! yaa! kai, jin, rei, zai deden kaden yoo... sshaa!! (are...? saigo wa... zeen!)

dewa dewa konton ourai hashiri nukero aku to wa zen to wa nante No! No! No! mada tarinu migakeyo to bakari ni kaze ni utarete (yoosshaa!) hora hora konton ourai hashiri nukero (YA!) chou demo han demo ii sa Go! Go! Go! (NIN-NIN!) mada tarinu kono koe wa doko kara kikoeru no ka shiritain da hantoki matte! ittoki matte! matta dame sa hantoki matte! ittoki matte! matta dame sa (shaa!)

English Colours: Kazunari Misumi

Wait a sec! Waaait! Time's up (de-den-den, be prepared for ninja arts) I'm afraid? Scared? There's no way (de-den-den, take these ninja arts)

For whom? For the world? Saying goodbye to the sun I was made to stay hidden Look - Erase, erase, I said erase... all existence!

Well then, chaos comes and goes - Run through it (YA!) Defining good and evil No! No! No! (NIN-NIN!) Hearing "it's not enough, do better", being hit by a gust of wind (Alright!) Look look, chaos comes and goes - Run through it (YA!) No matter if it's odd or even Go! Go! Go! (NIN-NIN!) "It's not enough" I want to know where this voice is coming from Wait a little! Wait a sec! We can't wait (Whoosh!)

I want to see this red setting sun again tomorrow (With you) Even though I know I should abandon all sentiment (I know) My chest is all hot inside (de-den-den, burn up, ninja arts) Don't say it, if we boost each other up... (de-den-den, link us, ninja arts)

I was made to stay hidden Look - Erase, erase, I said erase... all existence! (Deceiving the world, blending in with darkness, approaching from behind, I got it, there's an openingー!)

My gosh, run through it while betting your whole soul (YA!) Defining the past and present Bye! Bye! Bye! (NIN-NIN!) Don't run after the time that passed, look ahead, control the wind (Alright!)

"Traitors deserve... death?" "Is fighting... all I can do...? "If we drink together once, we're friends!" "If we drink together every day, we're brothers!" "Right!?" "Let's go! Brother!" "We're gone!" "Adieu!"

Shout HEY! HEY! HEY! This world is, after all, full of troubles la la hurrah! Everything's washed away too quickly, if you stop you lose So NIN! NIN! NIN! All right, I'll hide - If I hide, when I hide, With all my power, fire roars! Water gushes! Thunder rumbles!

Look - Erase, erase, I said erase... all existence! Ready! Ya! Power, energy, harmony, healing - de-den goes den NIN-NIN! Ready! Ya! Intuition, awareness, dimension, creation- de-den goes den All... right!! (Huh...? The last one is... Absolute!)

Well then, chaos comes and goes - Run through it Defining good and evil No! No! No! Hearing "it's not enough, do better", being hit by a gust of wind (Alright!) Look look, chaos comes and goes - Run through it (YA!) No matter if it's odd or even Go! Go! Go! (NIN-NIN!) "It's not enough" I want to know where this voice is coming from Wait a little! Wait a sec! We can't wait Wait a little! Wait a sec! We can't wait (Whoosh!)

Notes: - As far as I know, “de-den-den” conveys the sound of a shamisen; - “Nin nin” is simply an onomatopoeia that symbolizes ninjas (”ninninja”, get it?... ok); - The whole “power, energy, harmony, healing” comes from kuji-kiri, the use of hand gestures in martial arts (I don’t wanna mention Naruto... but... it’s the same idea). There are nine gestures (or “cuts”), each with a different name. The first one being “power”; the last, “absolute”. They’re all present in the lyrics.

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silence-like-sleeping · 5 years

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Idk but I really thought Rara would be the one to spoil the reveal because Narrative Purpose, maybe. So like this fic assumes Lex was actually playing the Long Game and not just jumping off the lowest branch in the crazy tree. Less angst, maybe, ultimately, but I think Rara deserves A Point To Her Existence.

Also let's pretend Rara knows she didn't kill Kara mostly because I forgot until after I wrote this HAHAha...

Also also this got long and idk how to do cuts in mobile so WELP

Lena can't say that she's surprised.

An embossed letter from Lex Luthor himself could only ever result in a Darth Vader invitation to join the evil family business. What surprises Lena is that Lex thought she would agree, like she'd really stand there in the Oval Office and declare, "Yes, despite all I've done to this point, why not give world domination a try." Why not throw her morals to the wayside and become a supervillian, and perhaps get in a good cackle along the way.

Lena rolls her eyes to think of it. Absurdity.

But what really surprises her is the presence of Red Daughter. The Haran-El copy looks exactly like Supergirl, down to the little notch scar on her forehead (which Lena has always imagined came from before, during a childhood mishap on Krypton, when the hero was human and allowed to bleed). She can't know for certain, because the topic has never come up between her and Supergirl, but. Well.

It's awkward to discuss halcyon days when the world's ending, and Lena mostly sees Supergirl in times of great peril. She wishes sometimes-- more recently nowadays-- that she could have a heart-to-heart with the hero, peel back some of that invulnerable skin. They've patched things up. They might as well become friends.

(Not Kara Danvers level of friendship, but still, more than acquaintances. More than... Lena snickers at the thought: co-workers.)

So when Red Daughter flies through the open South Lawn window in a familiar blur with familiar windswept hair and that same little scar, it takes Lena a second to be scared. Reflexively, she's reassured.

But Lex flaps a dismissive hand. "Take her away. Don't let her out of your sight."

Heavily accented, Red Daughter agrees, "Yes, Alex."

Red Daughter's eyes, blue as Supergirl's suit, shift to Lena. And it surprises Lena, too, to see them soften, just around the edges. It's a flicker, and when she blinks, it's gone, but it was an unmistakable glimpse.

Of warmth, of heart, of goodness. Of fondness, even. It stokes embers of ideas in Lena's mind, and her fear ebbs once more.

She doesn't struggle when she's gathered up in strong arms that could bear her weight for a century without tiring. It's a familiar embrace, too-- she's been held like this before. Supergirl's arms have never failed to make her feel safe, and Red Daughter's elicit the same support.

Whatever else Red Daughter may be, she's Supergirl at heart, and Lena's pretty sure she has a knack for reaching that.

She doesn't struggle. She just closes her eyes against the sudden rush of wind.

They end up in a holding cell not far away from the White House. It's benign as cells go, and Red Daughter doesn't even bother locking the door. She just stands on the threshold, arms crossed on her chest, face determinedly set like steel.

Her eyes betray her, though. They flick over Lena a little too often, like she can't quite believe Lena's here or solid or even real. It's hungry, almost.

For what, Lena can't say. But she'd be damned if she didn't take advantage of the opportunity.

"What Lex is doing is wrong, you know." She'd also be damned if she minced words.

Red Daughter scoffs.

"He's using you," Lena presses. "He already pretended to kill you, for god's sake. All he wants is power in the end. Do you see Kasnia in control here? No. Lex is in control here. Lex only ever fights for Lex. When he's done with you, he'll kill you for real without batting an eye."

Red Daughter's lips twist. "Alex vill do no such t'ing," she replies. Her gaze studiously shifts elsewhere, fixating on the plain gray wall.

Lena tries a different tack. "Why do you call him that? 'Alex'?"

"Because zat is 'is name," Red Daughter says, audibly doubtful of Lena's intelligence.

"Technically, I suppose," Lena concedes. She shakes her head of that. "Never mind. You've seen the choice he gave me, right? And how he treated me for disagreeing to his madness? I'm his sister, Red Daughter. He's willing to cast aside and imprison family. What makes you think you'll be any different?"

Red Daughter shakes her head, too, blonde waves rustling. "No, no, zis vill not vork. I am not ze same as 'er, you know. I am not your Kara Danvers."

That strikes several chords in swift succession.

"My Kara Danvers?" Lena echoes. Heat flares up her neck, but it's short-lived and quaffed by the bucket of ice water roaring down her spine. "Wait, why did you bring up Kara? You haven't-- you haven't abducted her again, have you? She isn't here, is she? Kara!" she concludes in worried shout.

Lena lurches to her feet on instinct, makes a run for the door, but Red Daughter is better than a wall. Catches onto Lena's lapel, not with enough force to lift or choke, but enough to keep her in place.

"No, she is not 'ere," Red Daughter says, looking once again like she fears for Lena's sanity. "But do not t'ink you can seduce me wit' your vords, Lena Lut'or. I am not your best friend."

Lena can't be bothered with this hogwash. "Of course you aren't. You're a copy of Supergirl, not--"

Lena stops mid-sentence. She's suddenly aware of a distant flapping, as of a thousand red flags. It unfurls like the ocean's roar as it surges from the depths of her head.

Red Daughter beats that tide to land. "And Supergirl is Kara Danvers, yes. Zat is my point exac'ly."

The wave crests and crashes, crashes, crashes. Lena blinks, delicately, as if even such a tremulous motion will shatter her entirely. "Supergirl is Kara Danvers," she repeats, hoarse.

"Yes?" Red Daughter tilts her head, and oh, god, Lena can see it now-- "As she 'as alvays been." A pause. "Vere you not avare of zis?"

Lena falters backwards across the cell until she can sink, boneless, on the bench. Her throat works several times before she croaks, "No. No, I... I was not."

Red Daughter frowns. At first it's just with her lips, but then it reaches her eyes, and the empathy there is a gut punch for Lena-- another gut punch. She's used to that expression, or used to it framed by glasses.

How was I so blind?

"Ah. Yes," Red Daughter murmurs. "I knew zis. I just forgot I did."

Lena finds enough space in her throat to wonder, "How would you possibly know that?"

Red Daughter looks surprised, briefly, before the concern washes back: another tide. She ventures closer, broad shoulders turned in like a dog tucking its tail in apology. "I 'ad to study 'er, to become 'er. I read 'er journals at length." Another hesitation. She's reached Lena's side. She shuffles her boots before perching on the very edge of the bench.

Lena can't process, her brain's a gnarled mess, but she has enough clarity to be cognizant of the other woman's presence and to be perplexed by it.

Red Daughter skims her hands down her thighs, clears her throat. "Kara Danvers speaks very 'ighly of you-- or writes as such. You are 'er most precious person, like unto 'er own Alex. I vas fascinated by ze passages attributed to you, Lena. The power of ze emotion, it leapt off ze page. I felt it 'ere, in my own chest," she concludes, pressing fingers to her heart.

Lena's jaw creaks, useless. Blood pounds in her ears, her neck. Is she flushing from secondhand embarrassment? Anger? Pleasure?

Red Daughter barrels onward, fingers fisting. "And she wrote for pages, too, about 'ow she couldn't tell you. 'Ow she vanted to tell you, but alvays, she vorried for your safety. Alvays, she vorried for your 'appiness."

"She could've just told me," Lena finally spits, bitter. "If she wanted me safe and happy, she should've told me my best friend was a superhero!"

Red Daughter is quiet at that. She's quiet for a long time. Eventually, she offers, "It agonized 'er. Ze ink, it was smeared at times. From tears, I t'ink."

Lena jolts to her feet, no more stable this time. Worse, even. She's stuttering like her joints have forgotten how to bend. "Don't tell me that! Don't tell me she-- she cried over this! How am I supposed to hate her if she cried over it?"

Red Daughter jumps up, too, and is in front of Lena with superspeed. But not, as it seems, to curtail her escape-- Lena's mind is far from that right now. But just to steady. Her hands rest on Lena's shoulders, and Lena barely feels the pressure. For all that strength and power, this touch is only gentle.

That's familiar, too. But then these hands are Kara's.

Lena shudders. Tears slip free.

Red Daughter's hands flex, careful. A bracing, strengthening squeeze. "You say I should 'ate Alex for vhat 'e 'as done, vhat 'e plans to do. Per'aps you are right about zat, I do not yet know. But if you are right, zen 'e 'as done terrible t'ings and plans to do far vorse. Kara Danvers 'as only tried to protect you ze best she knew 'ow."

Another shiver ripples through Lena's frame, dealing more damage to her foundations. "I wish she would've just told me," she weeps. "Why didn't she just tell me?"

Red Daughter appears at a loss, as agonized as she claimed Kara to be.

It surprises Lena to her core when Red Daughter wraps her in an embrace, cradled in unbreakable arms. Fingers sift, clumsy but comforting, through raven locks of hair.

You're a kind-hearted, brilliant, beautiful soul.

I'm not going anywhere. I will protect you, always.

The words bubble up and burst. "She really was just trying to protect me?"

The press of Red Daughter's head against Lena's temple is the same. The warmth of her body, too. Kara always had inexplicably been a furnace.

Stupid Kryptonians and their solar energy, Lena sneers inwardly without any real bile. She doesn't have the heart to whet the edges sharp enough to cut.

"She 'ad no reason to lie in 'er journal," Red Daughter states. It's matter of fact. But it is a matter of fact. Why would she, indeed.

The turbulence in Lena's chest eases. It's far from calm, it's still blustery and wild, but the storm no longer looms apocalyptic. She dares to venture that maybe, in time, she'll find fair seas again.

Red Daughter loosens her hold, and Lena wishes, viscerally, that she wouldn't. That she'd step back and be a rock again. But the other woman has other plans, and lifts the tears from Lena's cheeks, drop by drop.

"I do not know," Red Daughter admits as she works, "if Alex is evil as you say. I am conflicted about zat. I vill need proof. But I do know zat you are certainly not. You are ze farthest t'ing from it. And it seems to be a veakness of zis body," she adds with a self-deprecating little laugh as her thumb brushes gentle along the angle of Lena's cheek, "to vant to t'row avay life and limb for your sake."

The back of Lena's neck prickles again. She swallows, sniffles, says, "I, uh... does that mean you're going to help me? To help us? Defeat Lex?"

"I told you, I do not know yet." Red Daughter chases down the last tear. "But I vill return you unharmed to your Kara, so you may reconcile. From zere, ve vill see."

Not a lot surprises Lena Luthor. She's too cunning, too clever, too ready with sharp eyes and keen analysis to be caught on the back foot.

But all she's done is stumble today.

"Th-Thank you," she manages.

Red Daughter smiles. It's more than familiar. It's exactly the same, ablaze with a thousand cheerful suns.

Lena can't help but smile back.

#supercorp #commiecorp #apparently!#all karas are in love with lena i don't make the rules #fanfiction #my writing #reveal #ish #kara danvers #lena luthor #red daughter #idk hope you enjoy

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jurisuzuki-news-blog · 4 years

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INVITE THURSDAY 11TH JUNE: LAVISH ARE THE DEAD | Solo Exhibition Juri Suzuki | 17h00-20h00 BY RESERVATION ONLY!

Dear Everyone, I'm happy to invite you to the solo exhibition. However, there is a limitation of visitors in the space at the same time. Please make a reservation before hands, through sending a email. Opening: Thu 11 June 17h00 -20h00 Opening Performance “A horse riding a tongue” Angelo Custódio Performers Bin Go / Miyuki Inoue / Juri Suzuki Time Slot: 17-17:50 | 18-20:00 There will be also a live stream of the performance: https://www.facebook.com/nevernever.nl/ Video of the exhibition preview: https://youtu.be/-MiFqqDmn04 *If you would like to see the performance on site, please email to book the time slot of 18h00-20h00 11th June Thursday. **VISIT EXHIBITION BY RESERVATION ONLY : Reservations CLOSED 24HRS BEFORE OPENING HRS exhibition Please Emails to [email protected] and [email protected] Opening hours exhibition program (time slots): Thu 11 June 17h00-20h00 Time Slot: 17-17:50 | 18-20:00 (opening performance) Fri 12 June 17h00-20h00 Time Slot: 17-17h50 | 18-18h50 | 19-19h50 Sat - Sun 13, 14, 20, 21 June 11h00-17h00 Time Slot: 11-11h50 | 12-12h50 | 13-13h50 | 14-14h50 | 15-15h50 | 16-16h50 Fri 19 June 17h00 - 20h00 Time Slot: 17-17:50 | 18-18:50 | 19-19:50 Program during exhibition: Sun 14 June 15h00-16h00 Zen Meditation Workshop Gioia Marini (Zen.nl Amsterdam) *Reservation required. Max 8 people. Please Emails to [email protected] and [email protected] Friday Night Talk “Moment” Fri 19 June 19h00-20h00 Guest speakers: Lola Bezemer (Visual Artist and Performer) Arthur Nieuwendijk (Zen.nl Amsterdam) Please Emails to [email protected] and [email protected] *Reservation required For the live stream check:https://www.facebook.com/nevernever.nl/ Location NEVERNEVERLAND Frans de Wollantstraat 84, Amsterdam “The corpses floating in the tank possessed the solidity and independence of consummate ‘objects.’ But those others were still moving slowly away from consciousness, traversing an ambiguous middle ground, when they were incinerated: they didn’t have time to become perfect objects. Of course we’re objects. And pretty ingeniously put together at that. A man who’s cremated as soon as he dies never knows the sense of volume and weight, or the feeling of solidity you get when you’re an object. It sounded right to me. Death was an object. But I had only comprehended it as an aspect of consciousness. Death as an object began where consciousness ended.” - Lavish are the Dead by Kenzaburō Ōe. Since Juri Suzuki saw her grandfather passed away in front of her, she got obsessed with how a human being shifts from a living body into an object. This exhibition includes several events. It starts with the performance “A horse riding a tongue” from Angelo Custódio at the opening on Thursday 11th June 19:30. Sunday afternoon, 14th June 15:00 there is a Zen meditation workshoporganised by Gioia from Zen.nl Amsterdam. On 19th June 19:00 there is the Friday night talk “Moment” with guest speakers Lola Bezemer (visual artist/performer) and Arthur Nieuwendijk (Zen teacher). In this talk, we discuss about the “Moment” in different perspective such as Zen and artistic practice. Through these events, which can each be understood as fragments of a bigger whole, she aims to capture the experience of transitioning from life to death. About the artists: Juri Suzuki (JP) Born and raised in Fukushima, Japan. She graduated in Architecture, from Tokyo University of Science in 2005, from the Fine arts of the Gerrit Rietveld Academie in 2013 and Studio for Immediate Spaces of the Sandberg Institute in 2015. She currently works as an artist based in Amsterdam and has participated in several artist in residences and group exhibitions in Japan, Korea, Greece and the Netherlands. Suzuki was an artist-in-residence and had a solo exhibition in De Fabriek in Eindhoven in 2018. She participated in the Fukushima Biennale 2016 and 2018. http://jurisuzuki.com/ Opening Performance Angelo Custódio (PT) For years trained as a classical singer, Angelo explores the performative use of the voice and perverts embodied singing techniques to develop sonic encounters with the vulnerable. He urges to nourish empathic understandings of identities, with a focus on the contemporary failure of support structures towards queer bodies and bodies with disability. Angelo holds a MFA from Master of Voice, Sandberg Instituut and a BA in Classical Singing from the Conservatorium van Amsterdam. Zen Meditation Workshop Zen meditation workshop is organised by Gioia Marini from Zen.nl Amsterdam. Please send a message for participation before. Reservation required. Max 8 people. Friday Night Talk “Moment” Lola Bezemer (NL) is a visual artist and perfomer. She graduated with a BFA from the department of Fine Arts at the Gerrit Rietveld Academie in 2013. Her boldly coloured performance installations create moments in which she challenges notions of spatial and social relations. In 2015 she received the Stipendium for Emerging Artists from the Mondriaan Fund. She has exhibited and performed at, among others, Art Rotterdam; Bradwolff Projects, Amsterdam; W139, Amsterdam; Kilometre of Sculpture, Rakvere (Estonia); Studio17, Stavanger (Norway) and participated in Artist in Residency programs such as Forum Dança, Lisbon; Sowing Seeds, Udaipur (India); Superdeals, Brussels. Arthur Nieuwendijk (NL) studied philosophy, Sanskrit and logic in Amsterdam. In 1997 he obtained his PhD on the question of the validity of logical principles. Through the practical practice of Zen, he has learned how to convert the knowledge and experiences that you gain in your life into a lived, personal insight. He has a great drive to introduce and guide others on the path of Zen on their way to a life with more peace, balance and happiness. He leads Zen.nl Amsterdam. This project is supported by NEVERNEVERLAND, AFK Amsterdam Fonds for the Arts. Special thanks to Mio Fujimaki, Rara Gye, Annee Grøtte Viken .

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zonasulsaopaulo · 5 years

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Mas, apesar do horizonte cinza e da imensidão de prédios infinitos, a cidade tem cantinhos verdes gratuitos e de fácil acesso que inspiram passeios tranquilos, leitura silenciosas ou até um piquenique animado entre amigos. Confira essas dicas e escolha onde quer descansar no próximo fim de semana.

Templo Zu Lai

Esse é para tirar um dia zen e curtir o silêncio. Inaugurado em 2003, o Zu Lai, em Cotia, foi o primeiro templo do Monastério Fo Guang Shan na América Latina e é considerado até hoje o maior templo budista da América do Sul. Além de lindo, conta com jardins e lagos perfeitos para quem busca uma sessão express de paz interior – aos domingos, você pode participar de sessões gratuitas de meditação. Para comer, há boas opções veganas na cafeteria e no refeitório.

Parque Buenos Aires

o Buenos Aires tem apenas 25 mil metros quadrados, mas apresenta belas esculturas em meio à natureza e é ótimo para caminhar, fazer um piquenique ou ler um livro. A grande atração fica por conta dos pets – há um divertido cercado para cães que fazem a festa e animam uma área do parque.

Parque da Água Branca

Esse serve para fazer um passeio tranquilo, uma caminhada romântica ou umas comprinhas (na famosa feirinha de produtos orgânicos do parque), mas mais do que isso: para distrair a criançada. O local abriga um museu geológico, um aquário, parque de diversões, sala de leitura, brinquedoteca e pula-pula inflável, além de animais como tartarugas, pavões, galinhas e macaquinhos, que são vistos soltos por ali.

Parque Trianon

Apesar de passar despercebido por muita gente no dia a dia caótico e barulhento do coração da cidade, o Trianon tem como principal vantagem sua localização. É um respiro para quem está na Avenida Paulista, pois fica pertinho do metrô Trianon-Masp.

Parque do Ibirapuera

O parque urbano mais famoso de São Paulo dispensa apresentações, mas não podia estar fora da lista: com pista de caminhada, ciclovia, lagoas, museus, monumentos, venda de água de coco e muito verde, o Ibirapuera é um oásis de 158 hectares na Zona Sul de São Paulo.

Parque Villa-Lobos

Ele está onde era um antigo depósito de lixo, que funcionou até 1989, que foi aterrado e plantado várias árvores. Ele é bem grande, cerca de 700 mil metros quadrados. Ele conta com uma boa estrutura com quadras poliesportivas, lugar para corrida, um orquidário e uma linda biblioteca.

Parque da Luz

O Parque da Luz, também chamado de Jardim da Luz, fica bem próximo à Estação da Luz de metrô e trens e também logo atrás da Pinacoteca de SP, sendo o mais central dos parques em SP. Foi inaugurado em 1825, sendo o parque público mais antigo da cidade, e inicialmente criado para ser o jardim botânico.

Parque da Juventude

Seguindo o exemplo de lugares que melhoraram MUITO o seu uso em relação ao uso anterior, temos o Parque da Juventude, próximo à estação Carandiru do metrô, ou seja, ele foi construído onde era o antigo presídio do Carandiru.

Horto Florestal

O Horto Florestal fica na zona norte de São Paulo e é um parque urbano com área preservada da Mata Atlântica. Lá se encontra bicas d’água, três lagos e área de lazer. Há espécies raras de árvores e plantas, como o Pau Brasil (árvore símbolo do Brasil), Ipê Amarelo. Também tem animais silvestres como macaco-prego, esquilos e capivaras e aves como tucano, maritacas, pica-pau, garça, mergulhão, entre outros.

Parque da Cantareira – Núcleo Engordador

Ele é uma opção para quem quer sair do básico, entrar em contato com uma natureza mais selvagem que os parques urbanos. O ideal é ir para passar o dia, pois tem trilhas, lugar para fazer piqueniques, descansar, ir passear com as crianças e até entrar em uma cachoeira, quem disse que não tem cachoeira na cidade? Pois é, tem cachoeira em São Paulo.

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“Silence” è il film più incompreso (e meno redditizio) di Scorsese. Peccato. È un capolavoro perché investiga il lato oscuro della fede, l’abiura come mistica, l’inganno come liturgia

Visto che è in uscita The Irishman, proposto come il film definitivo di Martin Scorsese, quasi un testamento, in tivù – su Rai Movie – è andato il film precedente, Silence. Come si sa, Silence è un mezzo disastro commerciale – per alcuni è il film più brutto di Scorsese. Non è così, è semplicemente il film incompreso.

Per paradosso, Silence è il film teneramente costruito da Scorsese per anni. La storia ha come scenografia la diffusione del cristianesimo in Giappone, tramite i gesuiti, nel XVII secolo. Il centro della storia è la figura – realmente esistita – di Cristóvão Ferreira (1580-1650), che fece voto a Coimbra, a 18 anni, a 20 attraccò a Macao per padroneggiare il giapponese, nel 1609 atterrò a Nagasaki. Missionario di rara intelligenza, Ferreira, durante gli anni della soppressione del culto cristiano da parte dello shogun, fu arrestato, nel 1633 abiurò il cristianesimo, divenne monaco Zen, con moglie giapponese in dote. Pare che sia l’autore del trattato, L’inganno svelato, in cui vengono confutati i precetti della religione di Cristo; pare, piuttosto, che sia lui ad avere ingannato i suoi persecutori, restando fedele, ‘nel cuore’, a Cristo.

La storia di Ferreira è raccontata nella Istoria della Compagnia di Gesù di Daniello Bartoli, edita in sei volumi tra 1650 e 1673. Il volume su Il Giappone, che racconta il successo e il disastro della missione evangelizzatrice, suppone il tardivo ritorno alla religione originaria di Ferreira, che sarebbe morto martire. La fonte di Silence, in ogni caso, è il romanzo dello scrittore giapponese cattolico – semplificato come “il Graham Greene giapponese” – Shūsaku Endō (1923-1996), Silenzio, edito in origine, in Italia, da Rusconi, ora da Corbaccio. Il romanzo racconta la pericolosa impresa di due giovani gesuiti (interpretati nel film di Scorsese da Andrew Garfield e dal bravissimo Adam Driver) che sbarcano nel Giappone in cui i cristiani vengono traumatizzati da torture per capire se Ferreira (Liam Neeson nel film) abbia davvero abiurato. Endō è uno scrittore autentico – Silenzio è romanzo pieno di raffinatezze stilistiche, il resoconto di una religione che vegeta nella sconfitta – di cui resta, nel catalogo editoriale odierno, la Vita di Gesù (per Queriniana), Il samurai (per Luni), Il giapponese di Varsavia (per Edb). Persi per strada – e andrebbero recuperati – i romanzi Vulcano e Scandalo, già editi da Rusconi.

Beh, il film di Scorsese è lento, ha una fotografia magnifica (di Rodrigo Prieto, lo stesso di The Irishman), è pieno di momenti memorabili. Certo, la trama è smilza, i monaci sconfitti sono meno efficaci dei mafiosi d’America, le immagini del martirio sono atroci. Soprattutto, è il messaggio a scandalizzare: il cristianesimo è autentico quando soffre, quando è una religione di ribelli; il cristianesimo si tradisce in San Pietro, si traduce in verità vergine nelle catacombe, nel nascondimento, nel rischio. Il cristianesimo c’è quando per viverlo rischi la vita. D’altronde, nasce in contrasto alla religione del Tempio.

Detto fuorilegge dopo un iniziale, improvviso successo – per lo più tra contadini e umiliati – il cristianesimo in Giappone è disintegrato da due momenti: l’uccisione, crocefissi, di ventisei cattolici, tra cui sei francescani e tre gesuiti, il 5 febbraio 1597, i cosiddetti “ventisei martiri”; la “rivolta di Shimabara”, in cui i cattolici in massa, guidati dal ronin diciassettenne Amakusa Shirō, “Il Messia giapponese”, secondo l’intuizione di Ivan Morris (più che altro, una specie di nipponica Giovanna d’Arco in veste di samurai), furono letteralmente spazzati, rifugiati nel castello di Hara, nel 1638, dall’esercito Tokugawa che ne sterminò 27mila circa. “Nonostante la sua storia violenza, il Giappone non aveva una tradizione di persecuzioni o di martirio religioso… Soltanto verso la fine del XVI secolo, quando la diffusione del cristianesimo portò il governo alla decisione di sopprimere questa credenza straniera e sovvertiva, le persecuzioni su larga scala e il martirio fecero la loro lugubre comparsa” (Ivan Morris, La nobiltà della sconfitta). Nelle persecuzioni furono complici i kapò buddisti.

Da allora nascono i kakure kirishitan, i “cristiani nascosti”: giapponesi che praticano un cristianesimo inteso nell’interiorità, celato, pur frequentando i riti ufficiali, shinto o buddisti. I loro simboli – l’icona della Vergine Maria, ad esempio – sono contraffatti (le statue sono impressionanti: la Madre di Gesù è adornata come il Kannon buddista). Spesso, non ci sono sacerdoti a celebrare il rito, i cristiani fanno tempio nel loro corpo, un vescovato mistico. Si può stare in Dio se si è totalmente soli, senza conforto, in balia del male?

In fondo: chi tradisce davvero, chi è l’autentico apostata? Il cristianesimo non è una religione di forme, si aliena al formalismo ebraico. Non è religione di ‘divise’. La tradizione orientale, d’altronde (il taoismo; ma pure Eraclito), insegna che il vero non è la verità apparente (detta con un micidiale aforisma dal Daodejing: “la verità è il suo contrario”).

Negli stessi anni in cui Ferreira si fa monaco zen, nel 1666, il mistico ebreo Sabbatai Zevi, ritenuto da molti il Messia, abiura la sua fede davanti al sultano Mehmed IV, rifiuta l’ebraismo convertendosi all’Islam. La sua scelta provoca una lacerazione profonda nell’ebraismo – la storia di Šabbetay Sevi. Il Messia mistico è oggetto dello studio più importante di Gershom Scholem, edito da Einaudi nel 2001. Lo scandalo coincide con “la dottrina sabbatiana della necessità dell’apostasia del messia”. Insomma, il culmine mistico della fede sarebbe abiurarla, convertirsi a un’altra religione, praticare di nascosto. “Egli dovette agire così a causa dei peccati di Israele, e il suo destino era simile a quello di Ester, che dovette mangiare cibo proibito… I nostri nemici lo vedranno e saranno svergognati”, scrive Nathan di Gaza, il ‘profeta’ di Sabbatai, in una lettera esortativa che cerca di spiegare l’abiura come gesto mistico. I cristiani giapponesi, di fronte ai gesti di Ferreira, agiscono nello stesso modo: la Bibbia, in effetti, offre qualche appiglio (la cattività di Israele in Egitto e a Babilonia; il tradimento di Pietro, l’episodio di Getsemani, l’urlo di Gesù in Croce, dell’abbandonato). Siamo, davvero, nel lato oscuro della fede, nel nero, nel nulla. Scorsese è riuscito a penetrare in questo annientamento – dove tutti cadono, c’è chi trova una fermezza più vasta e nell’abbandono scova la fragilità di Dio. (d.b.)

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