Isn’t art an exploration at the edge of knowledge? Do art and science meet at that edge? An edge where all circuits of the mind blend into bind experience, knowledge and dreams? Should we all have room in us to adventure ourselves in this land? Can fear, shame,
In a land between high hills If no words If no sounds If no poets Then what? In a land between high hills Battled In broken rhythms of history Red bleeding hearts Pounding, Tight faced women Scream Suffering across echoing time Blowing dreams over passes North South East West.
In 1990, the Georgian poet Shota Iatashvili published his first poems. At that time, much was at stake in Georgia: in 1989, the country declared itself independent, after which it was swept into a maelstrom of revolution, war and chaos. Against the shaky background of
Até há uns anos, quando se falava em contrafacção, a nossa imaginação era logo transportada para aquelas ruas a fervilhar de gente em Banguecoque ou em Hong-Kong, com centenas e centenas de pequenas lojas ou bancas de rua, onde tudo se vendia ao preço da
