Re: [Goanet] TWO SHORT STORY WRITERS
Dear Alfred, Thanks again for sharing this story about JPS with me in Stockholm. I still have great appreciation for the time you shared with me, although in my recent past I have not always make the most gracious guest, but I know I am truly am egalitarian yet have been perhaps until now lacking in patience. And also for the invitation. I was if you remember also going to Cremona, Italy for that Biennial. You should have seen the reaction of Security at Stockholm airport when they saw my drawings, And not to mention Immigration Officials in Basel who were keen on buying some work en route via Eurail from Cremona to Stockholm. But I was timid, less so now, but I will always cherish that side of me. Others can do the scheming. And I regret that awful gaffe. No excuses other than that I trusted a friend in Berlin (Indian) who insisted that Deutsche Bahn is never late. In doing so I missed a great opportunity and yes Cecilia cried for my foolishness; in not regarding myself as numero uno and holding my ground, although such has never been her concern. But that has been my story, even though I can see through people. Hence I hate crap like labor of love, not outright, but when I see it for what it often is. Also, I would have never gone for that Goan Convention in Lisbon if it was not for your enthusiasm (perhaps it was indeed prodding). And that too on my own dime which I did not have. But taking you out of it that jive, the seeing/ meeting Goans in Lisbon had its moment and many that veer towards attitude, hilarity, and moroseness too. In fact I was invited by others to other conventions, and I guess it would have to be on my own poixo / or the $s I still manage to earn despite my punctilious belligerence. Time to stop at this point, but not before sharing a small piece I wrote for Dekh: the magazine of Casa de Goa, Daman e Diu. Levitating Enclosures, Procellous Washes and Shunted Wagons *Chintlelem ghodlelem zalear mellelim ghora ietelim aslim.* If our thoughts were to be realized the dead would return home. *--*Konkani proverb http://venantiusjpinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/levitating-enclosures-procellous-washes.html With much affection. Hope to see you again. venantius j pinto > Message: 4 > Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2013 23:35:21 +0200 > From: Alfred de Tavares > To: Frederik Noronha , GOANET Lists > , Goa Net Organization > > Subject: Re: [Goanet] TWO SHORT STORY WRITERS > > Names remembereda few correctionsadendae... > > Rico, they have changed internet layout a lot. Don't know if you havr recd > earlier one. AT > > From: alfredtava...@hotmail.com > To: fredericknoro...@gmail.com; goanet@lists.goanet.org; goa...@goanet.org > Subject: TWO SHORT STORY WRITERS > Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2013 16:48:58 +0200 > > > > > VIVA WALFRIDO ANTAO...MAIS UM COPO, PA > > A very long time ago, ca 1963 "O HERALDO's" toto factum, Victor Teles, > asked for a sketch > on my great friend in virtue and vice. My submission was entitled: Meeting > Walfrido Antao > or a Collusion with Folly... > > Indeed, it was thus. Meeting Walfrido on a pleasant--or, otherwise-- > morning one could > never know when, or how -- how many mornings later-- or where the jaunt > would end. One > thing you could be certain though: one was ready to be hung out to dry > > The protagonists were many great cheerful souls...the greater number of > them, lamentably, > not among us; Aurobindo & Thelma Martins de Barros, Lucio Miranda, Suresh > Mambhro usually > being the core... & I. > > That, Walfrido instructed us was the essence of existentialism... . None > doubted him, > questioned himbeing past the stage of doubt & so on. > > He was veritably a true disciple of existentialism throughout his life... > drunk or sober. > > Jean-Paul Satre, Albert Camus and others of that gang of late > fortiesgoing into fifties he > considered his true "comrades-in-life". Marx...Lenin also ran but, > negligibly. > > It was not just illusion. He had, indeed, lived his best years with > them treasured them in > his heart... > > Around end sixties, when I was leaving for Europe...with no settled > plan...unfocussed with > nil orientation in my sozzled mind...before my blinkered eyes. > > "You must go to Paris," was Walfrido's undaunted stricture to me. > > One very wet (not to be read as rainy), sitting in a ramshackle "ghaddi" > in Thana, Cortalim > he decided that he should take steps to ensure it. > > He needed a piece of paper and a pen. Although flowing with "urraca" & > verilly Goa's elite, > the required implements were unimplatable at Shettye's tavern. > > For, although among the present were Proto Barbosa, Lima Leitao a
Re: [Goanet] TWO SHORT STORY WRITERS
Names remembereda few correctionsadendae... Rico, they have changed internet layout a lot. Don't know if you havr recd earlier one. AT From: alfredtava...@hotmail.com To: fredericknoro...@gmail.com; goanet@lists.goanet.org; goa...@goanet.org Subject: TWO SHORT STORY WRITERS Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2013 16:48:58 +0200 VIVA WALFRIDO ANTAO...MAIS UM COPO, PA A very long time ago, ca 1963 "O HERALDO's" toto factum, Victor Teles, asked for a sketch on my great friend in virtue and vice. My submission was entitled: Meeting Walfrido Antao or a Collusion with Folly... Indeed, it was thus. Meeting Walfrido on a pleasant--or, otherwise-- morning one could never know when, or how -- how many mornings later-- or where the jaunt would end. One thing you could be certain though: one was ready to be hung out to dry The protagonists were many great cheerful souls...the greater number of them, lamentably, not among us; Aurobindo & Thelma Martins de Barros, Lucio Miranda, Suresh Mambhro usually being the core... & I. That, Walfrido instructed us was the essence of existentialism... . None doubted him, questioned himbeing past the stage of doubt & so on. He was veritably a true disciple of existentialism throughout his life... drunk or sober. Jean-Paul Satre, Albert Camus and others of that gang of late fortiesgoing into fifties he considered his true "comrades-in-life". Marx...Lenin also ran but, negligibly. It was not just illusion. He had, indeed, lived his best years with them treasured them in his heart... Around end sixties, when I was leaving for Europe...with no settled plan...unfocussed with nil orientation in my sozzled mind...before my blinkered eyes. "You must go to Paris," was Walfrido's undaunted stricture to me. One very wet (not to be read as rainy), sitting in a ramshackle "ghaddi" in Thana, Cortalim he decided that he should take steps to ensure it. He needed a piece of paper and a pen. Although flowing with "urraca" & verilly Goa's elite, the required implements were unimplatable at Shettye's tavern. For, although among the present were Proto Barbosa, Lima Leitao and thus many others, we had just bathed at the nearby fountain, in Kensarval, and were well nigh "au naturel". Finally, responding to Walfrido's persistent demand, Shettye emptied a packet of "Simlas" and provided him with its cover and a pencil from somewhere. On that dear Walfrido wrote me with a "Mon chere Jean-Paul" introduction. That scrap of paper remained with me and I, duly, it in my "potly" when I, eventually, reached Paris. I was, then, working at the American Library in Paris, on the Rue General Camou and showed it to M. Gpldberg, the director. He informed me, he had heard, that Satre no longer received casual visitors but directed me to Cafe Flor, his customary/legendary haunt. They gave me same information bur suggested I leave the scrap with them. I was surprised when within a few days Satre wrote me to see him at the cafe. He was very affable and ordered us cups of warm milk. However, he soon called out to the waiter and changed the order, "par le monsieur de Goa un ballon de cognac." He was, indeed, near blind. Enquired very fondly about Walfrido and asked me to inform him that "Mama"remembered them well and missed "her boys." Mama was Albert Camus legendary mother with a sort of an "ashram/auberge" in Paris. After a few years and many further perambulations I visited Goa, by then married to Eva, my Swedish wife; an incredible surprise awaited us: Walfrido had met with his "road to Damascus" syndrome. Of drink? he disdained even the smell of it. Eva and he hit it right from there. He was the high-guru of the Alcoholics Anonymous' Goa chapterand most of our "soro" chapter along with him. Sozzled or sober, Walfrido was always the absolute personification the gentleness and absolute generosity. He lived in Fontainhas in a "comencalidade/pensao." The landlady, Dona Peregrina, ... a perenial martyr to her endless tribulations...and they wre many other than chronically unpaid rents. However, on one point of morality she put her foot down,...irrascibly: NO GIRLS IN THE ROOM. Aurobindo, Thelma and I, one Christmas day met Walfrido, unusually frolorn, in Pio's bar. Moreover, he had his "hatli potli" with him. He responded anxious queries, a palpable victim to manly emotions: "O que posso dizer pa? Aquela minha patroa nao tem coracao; ou, si tem um e certamente feito do granite. Ontem noite depois de for visado a porta do ultimo bar aberto, passeiva em Gaspar Dias, em profunda conteplacao mortal quando meu pe acertou uma coisa soave e mole...era apenas um crianca com quase nada para cobrir-se contra o frio... "Oque outro a fazer...levei-lha a casa. Na manha, quando a mulher me acordou com cha, viu a pobrezita e quis saber muito berrante: QUE E ISSO? "D. Peregrina eu Ti trouxe un Menino Jesus." "Toda furiosasem uma got
[Goanet] TWO SHORT STORY WRITERS
VIVA WALFRIDO ANTAO...MAIS UM COPO, PA A very long time ago, ca 1963 "O HERALDO's" toto factum, Lord bless me,his name escapes me, asked for a sketch on my great friend in virtue and vice. My submission was entitled: Meeting Walfrido Antao or a Collusion with Folly... Indeed, it was thus. Meeting Walfrido on a pleasant--or, otherwise-- morning one could never know when, or how -- how many mornings later-- or where the jaunt would end. One thing you could be certain though: one was ready to be hung out to dry The protagonists were many great cheerful souls...the greater number of them, lamentably, not among us; Aurobindo & Thelma, Lucio, Suresh usually being the core... & I. That, Walfrido instructed us was the essence of existentialism... . None doubted him, questioned himbeing past the stage of doubt & so on. He was veritably a true disciple of existentialism throughout his life... drunk or sober. Jean-Paul Satre, Albert Camus and others of that gang of late fortiesgoing into fifties he considered his true "comrades-in-life". Marx...Lenin also ran but, negligibly. It was not just illusion. He had, indeed, lived his best years with them treasured them in his heart... Around end sixties, when I was leaving for Europe...with no settled plan...unfocussed with nil orientation in my sozzled mind...before my blinkered eyes. "You must go to Paris," was Walfrido's undaunted stricture to me. One very wet (not to be read as rainy), sitting in a ramshackle "ghaddi" in Thana, Cortalim he decided that he should take steps to ensure it. He needed a piece of paper and a pen. Although flowing with "urraca" & verilly Goa's elite, the required implemests were unimplatable at Shettye's tavern. For, although among the present were Proto Barbosa, Lima Leitao and thus many others, we had just bathed at the nearby fountain, Kensarval, and were nigh "au naturel". Finally, responding to Walfrido's persistent demand, Shettye emptied a packet of "Simlas" and provided him with the its cover and a pencil from somewhere. On that dear Walfrido wrote me with a "Mon chere Jean-Paul" introduction. That scrap of paper remained with me and I, duly, it in my "potly" when I, eventually, reached Paris. I was, then, working at the American Library in Paris, on the Rue General Camou and showed it to M. Gpldberg, the director. He informed me that Satre no longer received casual visitors but directed me to Cafe Flor, his customary haunt. They gave me same information bur suggested I leave the scrap with them. I was surprised when within a few days Satre wrote me to see him at the cafe. He was very affable and ordered us cup of warm milk. However, he soon called out to the waiter and changed the order, "par le monsieur de Goa un ballon de cognac." He was, indeed, near blind. Enquired very fondly about Walfrido and asked me to inform him that "Mama" remembered them well and missed "her boys." Mama was Albert Camus legendary mother with a sort of an "ashram" in Paris. After a few years and many further perambulations I visited Goa, by then married to Eva; an incredible surprise awaited us: Walfrido had met with his "road to Damascus". Of drink? he disdained even a smell of it. He was the high-guru of the Alcoholics Anonymous' Goa chaperand most of our "soro" chapter along with him. Sozzled or sober, Walfrido was always the absolute personification the gentleness and absolute generosity. He lived in Fontainhas in a "comencalidade." The landlady, Dona Peregrina, ...martyred through her endless tribulations...and they wre many other than chronically unpaid rents. However, on one point of morality she put her foot down,...unmovably: NO GIRLS IN THE ROOM. Aurobindo, Thelma and I, one Christmas day met Walfrido, unusually frolorn, in Pio's bar. Moreover, he had his "hatli potli" with him. He responded anxious queries, a palpable victim to manly emotions: "O que posso dizer pa? Aquela minha patroa nao tem coracao; ou, si tem um e certamente feito de granite. Ontem noite depois de for visado a porta do ultimo bar aberto, passeiva em Gaspar Dias, em profunda conteplacao quando meu pe acertou uma coisa soave e mole...era apenas um crianca com quase nada para cobrir-se contra o frio... "Oque outro a fazer...levei-lha a casa. na manha quando a mulher me acordou com cha, viu a pobrezita e quis saber muito berrante: QUE E ISSO? "D. Peregrina eu Ti trouxe un Menino Jesus." "Toda furiosasem uma gotinha de merce e amor Christao atirou-nos na rua." The Menino Jesus, like a badly plucked chicken, sat at a distant table, shaking although it was miday. We collected the two and spent a couple of weeks restoring the M.J. to a less ghstly pullet until Walfrido's latest crisis was somehow patched up again for the moment. Alfred de Tavares, Stockholm, December 26, 2013.
Re: [Goanet] Two short story writers in Portuguese
Very sorry to hear about your illness, Alfred!Best wishes for a quick recovery,Victor --- On Wed, 3/27/13, Alfred de Tavares wrote: From: Alfred de Tavares Subject: Re: [Goanet] Two short story writers in Portuguese To: "GOANET Lists" Date: Wednesday, March 27, 2013, 5:33 PM Rico, you have made my day. Will reply soon with not one but a bushel of Walfridian lore. Am, mercilessly, laid down--read attached to bed--with my breathing problem--much aggravated...augmebted by 'athros' and diabolic diabetes. I am, p'haps, quite the last one of that generation,...that painted the town scarlet... Ask Pio, verilly the last of our man-of-the-bar. Alfred de Tavares, Stockholm > From: fredericknoron...@gmail.com > Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2013 13:37:33 +0530 > To: goanet@lists.goanet.org > Subject: [Goanet] Two short story writers in Portuguese > > A friend was on the lookout for information about two Goans who wrote short > stories in Portuguese: Walfrido Antão and Augusto do Rosário Rodrigues. If > anyone could share a brief bio of these writers, I'd be very grateful. FN > -- > FN Land +91-832-240-9490 Cell +91-982-212-2436 f...@goa-india.org > Goa,1556 titles: http://bit.ly/Goa1556Books2 > Links to my books: http://fredericknoronha1.wix.com/fngoaindia
Re: [Goanet] Two short story writers in Portuguese
On 27 March 2013 21:33, Alfred de Tavares wrote: > > Rico, you have made my day. Will reply soon with not one but a bushel of > Walfridian lore. > > Am, mercilessly, laid down--read attached to bed--with my breathing > problem--much > aggravated...augmebted by 'athros' and diabolic diabetes. > > I am, p'haps, quite the last one of that generation,...that painted the > town scarlet... > > Ask Pio, verilly the last of our man-of-the-bar. > > Alfred de Tavares, > Stockholm > RESPONSE: Get well soon; hope you have a Happy Easter, still verily cold here, although the Sun is out today. Off to do some Easter egg shopping. -- DEV BOREM KORUM Gabe Menezes.
Re: [Goanet] Two short story writers in Portuguese
Found some reference here: http://archiveofgoanwritinginportuguese.blogspot.ca/ http://www.tambdimati.com/weekend-reading-three-fleeting-voices-of-goan-literature/ Also found this unrelated digital gold mine: The Portal of Memories of Africa and the Middle The Portal Memories of Africa and the East is a project of the Portugal-Africa Foundation developed and maintained by the University of Aveiro and the Center for African Studies and Development since 1997. It is an essential tool and a pioneer in trying to enhance the historical memory of the ties which unite Portugal and Lusophone and is thus a bridge with our common past in building a collective identity to people of all these countries. http://memoria-africa.ua.pt/ http://memoria-africa.ua.pt/Library.aspx Looks like a number of National catalogs are coming online: www.theeuropeanlibrary.org With access to these kinds of resources and if I were still in university, I would be very tempted to do a second major in Portuguese - Goa History. --- Albert Peres afpe...@3129.ca 416.660.0847
[Goanet] Two short story writers in Portuguese....
Nice to know someone's showing some interest in Walfrido Antao's literary efforts. Not equipped with Portuguese, I have yet to sample any of his work, save for an ultra-short story rendered in English in some collection the title of which will come to me as soon as I've sent this post off. You may perhaps know that Walfrido lived in Arossim (he would emphasise this), which you come to by way of Majorda or Cansaulim. His family lives there, and a phone call should yield some of the info your friend seeks. I met Walfrido in the mid-eighties and know him mainly in his avatar as Alcoholics Anonymous evangelist, and one who may be held responsible for the teetotaling ways of n number of people in south Goa.They said as much on his 18th birthday of sobriety, somewhere in the 90s, at a party I was fortunate enough to be invited to, and where I discovered that it's possible to have a jolly good time without first taking a peg or two. I wonder if Walfrido had a story on this aspect of his life and I hope your friend enlightens us accordingly, preferably in English. The sobered mining engineer and the ditto woman clerk from Goa Shipyard would also be good sources of information about this ex-Director of Information. Your friend may also wish to go into Walfrido's visit to Paris. A mutual friend (alas, also no more), thought it significant that Jean-Paul de Sartre (ignore the bad press he gets today) left word at a cafe that he should be sent for no sooner Walfrido came over. Why was Sartre so anxious to meet Walfrido, and, did they meet, and if they did, did Sartre, or Walfrido himself, write about it somewhere?
