quarta-feira, 31 de outubro de 2007

''Todos somos advogados do medíocre.''

''Those great poets, for example, men like Byron, Musset, Poe, Leopardi, Kleist, Gogol—I do not dare mention far greater names, but I mean them—are and must be men of the moment, sensual, absurd, fivefold, irresponsible, and sudden in mistrust and trust; with souls in which they must usually conceal some fracture; often taking revenge with their works for some inner contamination, often seeking with their high flights to escape into forgetfulness from an all-too-faithful memory; idealists from the vicinity of swamps—what torture are these great artists and all the so-called higher men for him who has guessed their true nature! (...) We are all advocates of the mediocre...'' 

Nietzsche em "Nietzsche contra Wagner", 1888

terça-feira, 30 de outubro de 2007

A ilusão vive da verdade. (Novalis)



PARIS, TEXAS, Wim Wenders (1984)

domingo, 28 de outubro de 2007

MOVING ON

Modigliani


( Moving On
SEAN RILEY & THE SLOWRIDERS)


I'm so happy that you're on my side
We're so lucky, we made it out alive.
So lay down silently, we're safe inside
No one can find us here, it's a good place to hide.

It's crazy outside, so i'll just lock the door.
We have all we need here, stretched on the floor.
Sorrounded by violence, blinded by hate,
They're walking in circles as we lose our faith.

Millions of years gone by,
Millions of men tried to stand up shouting through a pen.
But it looks like these days, there's no turning back
Write a poem, they'll write you a check.

I'm so angry with was going on,
This weight on my shoulders is keeping me from moving on.
We can't go outside, so i'll just lock the door.
We have all we need here, stretched on the floor.

We'll rest for a while, and i'll be ready for tonight,
Look them in the eyes, ready to fight.
Ready to take them down, so just bring it on,
I'll take both of them, and just move on. 



( Incurable
PIANO MAGIC)


The doctors shake their heads
They chain around the bed
They're looking for a reason to why I'm still not dead
The medicine's not working
I haven't sleep for days
The light is shone right through me

The skeleton is weighed

Incurable, I'm helpless - the mind and body weak
I have so much to tell you but I can't seem to speak
Incurable, I'm lonely
The city empties out

I live inside the shadow - the shadow of a doubt

The cannons fire across me
I cannot make the trial
The seasons crash around me
The bones are in denial
My temper is a tower
The church will not provide
You closed the drawer upon me
I am unclassified


Incurable, I'm helpless - the mind and body weak
I have so much to tell you but I can't seem to speak
Incurable, I'm lonely
The city empties out
I live inside the shadow - the shadow of a doubt

The romance of the season is wasted on the weak
I stayed in bed through snowfall
I tried to get some sleep
Invisible and broken
The spirit has moved out

Words that were unspoken, I cannot live without
A strange light beckons me this way
A strange life beckons me this way>

segunda-feira, 22 de outubro de 2007

: artistas

Artists and Models, Frank Tashlin, 1955

"....Corrupt artists, as much as corrupt politicians, come in for stinging critiques here. Cultural ciphers, seekers after fame, socially myopic – these are what artists are, according to Catalina and Teodoro. Beyond heroic commitments to causes and ideologies, artists merely seek the cult of the self. ..."



sobre Heremias, de Lav Dias
in blog The Persistence of Vision

quinta-feira, 18 de outubro de 2007

pétalas negras ardem nos teus olhos



"Não te demores no meu rosto
Habita-o uma despedida
Um mundo de onde Deus se ausentou."


"Depois de tantos anos
ver-te
Queimando incenso num templo

Finjo não entender
O desaparecimento da luz
Que me era destinada
E regresso a casa por outro caminho."

Luis Falcão

sexta-feira, 12 de outubro de 2007

Hiroshima,

MON AMOUR.



«Daqui a uns anos, quando te tiver esquecido e quando outras histórias como esta, pela força do hábito, voltarem a acontecer, lembrar-me-ei de ti como do esquecimento do próprio amor. Pensarei nesta história como o horror do esquecimento.»


Sempre devastadores,
os diálogos de Marguerite Duras!

domingo, 7 de outubro de 2007

To be so haunted by a touch.



For Agent 13 | THE BESNARD LAKES.

segunda-feira, 1 de outubro de 2007

I will.