<?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-5298430</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:54.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calcomanias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Néstor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223724779050864840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298430.post-109294084224018497</id><published>2004-08-19T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T15:40:42.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domingo 22 de AgostoAlejandro JodorowskyComponente del Grupo Pánico, guionista de cómics, gurú del Café Mystique de París, cabalista, tarotista, escritor, psicomago, y director de cine, entre otras cosas, Jodorowsky, (influenciado por las obras de Buñuel y Fellini), nos ofrece el surrealismo contemporáneo."The holy mountain" ("La montaña sagrada", 1973, 110 min)Jodorowsky dirige esta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/109294084224018497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/109294084224018497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109294084224018497' title=''/><author><name>Néstor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223724779050864840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298430.post-109242075684477449</id><published>2004-08-13T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:34:10.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ciclo de cine Museo de Arte Moderno de Buenos Aires Av. San Juan 350Entrada Libre, 18 hs.Programación de agosto: Domingo 8 de Agosto Artavazd Pelechian I Documentalista experimental único. Único por la forma poética en que realiza sus films, por el lenguaje cinematográfico que utiliza y por cómo nos revela el mundo. Para Pelechian, la Naturaleza es un lazo que une a todos los seres. Sus films, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/109242075684477449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/109242075684477449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109242075684477449' title=''/><author><name>Néstor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223724779050864840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298430.post-109097873474666796</id><published>2004-07-27T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T22:38:54.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Museo de Arte Moderno de Buenos Aires (Av. San Juan 350)Programación del Domingo 1 de Agosto, 18 hs.  Entrada LibreStan BrakhageStan Brakhage fue, sin lugar a dudas, el elemento más sólido surgido del “New American Cinema”.  Su obra, casi muda en su totalidad, se constituye a través de la música visual (“recrear la visión con los ojos cerrados” manifestaba).  Sus films se extienden </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/109097873474666796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/109097873474666796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109097873474666796' title=''/><author><name>Néstor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223724779050864840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298430.post-108544749672196282</id><published>2004-05-24T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:11:36.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Generalidades de un Film Escriturario, Berkeley y Esse est percipi.Suprimida la percepción de lo inmediato. Búsqueda de la autopercepción. Nuevamente búsqueda. Fuga. Principio de Berkeley. Off. ¡Shhh!. Ser es ser percibido.Un objeto (x) y ojo (j), división. ¿Visión?Hasta el final del film no quedará claro que el percibidor que persigue noes algo extraño, sino el yo.Yo es otro. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/108544749672196282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/108544749672196282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108544749672196282' title=''/><author><name>Néstor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223724779050864840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298430.post-107976143319028343</id><published>2004-03-20T02:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T02:49:30.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The CHELSEA Hotel Manifesto  Due to the fact that I have painted monochromes for fifteen years, Due to the fact that I have created pictorial immaterial states, Due to the fact that I have manipulated the forces of the void, Due to the fact that I have sculpted with fire and with water painted with fire and with water, Due to the fact that I have painted with living brushes - in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/107976143319028343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/107976143319028343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107976143319028343' title=''/><author><name>Néstor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223724779050864840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298430.post-107385879295909813</id><published>2004-01-11T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:54:57.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La muerte fue siempre una asunción de los tiempos. Cada sociedad, dice: ''Debemos asumir la muerte''.Todos los fotógrafos que captan la actualidad no saben que son agentes de la Muerte.En nuestra sociedad, la muerte es la excusa denegadora de lo que esta vivo. La fotografía tiene históricamente, alguna relación con la ''crisis de muerte'', que comienza en la segunda mitad del siglo XIX; no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/107385879295909813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/107385879295909813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107385879295909813' title=''/><author><name>Néstor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223724779050864840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298430.post-107236768499417827</id><published>2003-12-25T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T12:56:08.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En la actualización de las grandes ciudades, todo tiende a transformarse en imágenes, no existe, se produce y se consume más que imágenes, ''las imágenes son más vivientes que la gente''.Una de nuestras característica como civilización es quizás este cambio: vivimos según un imaginario generalizado.Por ejemplo; entremos a una sala de cine porno, la que queda en la calle Suipacha o la otra en</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/107236768499417827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298430/posts/default/107236768499417827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calcomanias.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107236768499417827' title=''/><author><name>Néstor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15223724779050864840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
