- O maior parque eólico da Suécia começou a produzir energia este mês, provocando uma redução de 50% na produção de energia da central nuclear de Forsmark e à paragem do reator da central de Väröbacka. Energy Voice.
- Vá plantar batatas, por Pedro Santos Guerreiro – Expresso. Onde se equaciona a autossuficiência, a segurança e a soberania alimentar em Portugal. Vagamente relacionado: O governo romeno decidiu proibir as exportações de trigo, milho, arroz, girassol e outros grãos, e ainda óleo vegetal, açúcar e vários produtos de panificação enquanto o estado de emergência da Covid-19 estiver em vigor. EurActiv.
- O confinamento provocado pela Covid-19 impulsiona projetos de ciência cidadã: da contagem de pinguins ao mapeamento de painéis solares, as pessoas que ficam em casa durante a pandemia têm contribuído para a pesquisa sobre a crise climática, escreve Megan Darby, in CCN.
- A Yichun Luming Mining Co Ltd, proprietária de uma barragem de rejeitos no nordeste da China que foi palco de um derrame que contaminou o sistema fluvial local, foi condenada a suspender a produção de molibdênio. O derrame contaminou a água ao longo de 110 km, colocando em risco o abastecimento de água local. Reuters.
- Paradise, de John Prine (10out1946 – 7abr2020) é uma canção sobre uma cidade real que existia no Kentucky, muito perto de minas e de uma central a carvão. Publicada em 1971, a canção fala da destruição de Paradise levada a cabo pela gigante Peabody Energy após exaurir as minas de carvão, tudo em nome do progresso. Em "Paraíso", Prine imagina a sua própria morte, pedindo que as lancem as suas cinzas rio Green, perto da antiga cidade, para poder estar «a meio caminho do céu, com o paraíso à espera». Depois de 1971, a devastação piorou. Dezenas de milhares de mineiros de carvão morreram de doenças pulmonares. Dharna Noor, in Gizmodo.
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Donald Trump and John Prine
If you want to understand why America’s rural poor are taken in by Trump, take a close listen to John Prine.
BY ROBERT KUTTNER APRIL 14, 2020
John Prine, who died last week, was a poet and a subversive. The son of working-class parents from Western Kentucky, he burst on the national scene in 1971. In a generation that produced virtuosos by the dozens, he was a magical and spare lyricist.(...)
Like Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Ray Charles, Bruce Springsteen, and Buddy Holly, Prine was also category-defying. His category was his own.
Was he country? Folk? Bluegrass? Yes and no. He was Prine.
Interestingly, he was the very rare country singer who was also leftish. And that trait distanced him from much of the country audience that otherwise had so much in common with him.
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At times, in his tunes like “Angel From Montgomery” or “Hello in There,” Prine could sound like the best of nonpolitical country, only better. He created characters that he inhabited; his lyrics were unflinching; he never resorted to cheap sentimentality.
It’s hard to think of a more authentic tribune of the hardscrabble country life. But Prine’s political views, when he did turn to politics, were anathema. He was anti–Vietnam War and later scathingly anti-Iraq. He mocked opportunistic patriotism. He teased the cheap invocation of Jesus.
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And though some apolitical country singers revered Prine and even performed with him, when the tributes poured in after Prine’s death from COVID-19, for the most part they were not from hardcore country radio stations.
Prine captured the lives of the rural poor as powerfully as any singer, not as a mimic or a tourist, but as a kid with roots in Kentucky. He authentically evoked the struggles of the very people who weirdly found a champion in the inauthentic Donald Trump. Yet the Trumpers were not buying Prine’s broader connecting of the dots—the personal to the cultural to the economic and the political.
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https://prospect.org/culture/donald-trump-and-john-prine/
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