Morreu o Herberto. E com ele morremos todos nós um bocadinho.
Sobre o Poema
Um poema cresce inseguramente
na confusão da carne,
sobe ainda sem palavras, só ferocidade e gosto,
talvez como sangue
ou sombra de sangue pelos canais do ser.
Fora existe o mundo. Fora, a esplêndida violência
ou os bagos de uva de onde nascem
as raízes minúsculas do sol.
Fora, os corpos genuínos e inalteráveis
do nosso amor,
os rios, a grande paz exterior das coisas,
as folhas dormindo o silêncio,
as sementes à beira do vento,
— a hora teatral da posse.
E o poema cresce tomando tudo em seu regaço.
E já nenhum poder destrói o poema.
Insustentável, único,
invade as órbitas, a face amorfa das paredes,
a miséria dos minutos,
a força sustida das coisas,
a redonda e livre harmonia do mundo.
— Embaixo o instrumento perplexo ignora
a espinha do mistério.
— E o poema faz-se contra o tempo e a carne.
Foto: Público.
Temos de Sofrer
Estoicismo: constância no infortúnio.
terça-feira, 24 de março de 2015
segunda-feira, 9 de março de 2015
pertinências
A wrong turn lead me to a field of flowers and suddenly I’m second guessing every wrong turn in my life.
Every wrong turn has lead me to where I am currently, and I am happy as hell, so were they really wrong turns?
Desconhecido (mas esperto).
Every wrong turn has lead me to where I am currently, and I am happy as hell, so were they really wrong turns?
Desconhecido (mas esperto).
segunda-feira, 2 de março de 2015
quinta-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2015
coisas simples
Laurence Alia: Should I talk about the letters I never sent? To the A.Z. Woman?
La journaliste: By calling her that, don't you feel like you are objectifying her?
Laurence Alia: No. I Call her A.Z., because it all begins and ends with her.
Laurence Anyway, Xavier Dolan, 2012
La journaliste: By calling her that, don't you feel like you are objectifying her?
Laurence Alia: No. I Call her A.Z., because it all begins and ends with her.
Laurence Anyway, Xavier Dolan, 2012
quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2015
sexta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2015
feliz dia internacional da lamechice
I worked with Paul Newman on the movie Twilight (1998). When Joanne Woodward came on set, he put his arm around my shoulder and said to me, “will you look at the ass on her?” That really struck me as an ideal relationship. I love the idea that a guy approaching 80 still loved his wife’s ass.
Liev Schreiber for Elle
Liev Schreiber for Elle
quinta-feira, 5 de fevereiro de 2015
quarta-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2015
coisas simples
- Does he even know you’re his son?
- I know. I know that he’s my father.
A Separation
- I know. I know that he’s my father.
A Separation
quinta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2015
pertinências
"The more relaxed you are, the better you are at everything: the better you are with your loved ones, the better you are with your enemies, the better you are at your job, the better you are with yourself."
Bill Murray
Bill Murray
quarta-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2014
planos para o novo ano
I know that it's true
It's gonna be a good year
Out of the darkness
And into the fire
I tell you I love you
The Walkmen - In The New Year
coisas que me levam a ela
"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”
Brian Andreas
Brian Andreas
terça-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2014
quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2014
lambarices
I Met A Genius
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
Charles Bukowski
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
Charles Bukowski
sexta-feira, 28 de novembro de 2014
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