Lá Em Baixo

Clã e Sérgio Godinho, Afinidades (EMI, 2001).

há quem corra sem ter braços

para os braços que os aceitam 

e seus braços juntos crescem 

e entrelaçados se deitam

e a manhã traz outros braços
também juntos de outra forma

de quem luta e ao lutar 

a si mesmo se transforma

Sobre o dia 8 Abril

Ao que parece, foi uma descoberta ocasional, nas ruínas, uma beleza da Grécia antiga.

The Orchids

aqui na versão dos Califone de Roots & Crowns (Thrill Jockey, 2006).

And in the morning after the night
I fall in love with the light
It is so clear I realize and now at last I have my eyes

Building Steam From A Grain Of Salt

Dj Shadow, Endtroducing (Mo'Wax, 1996).

It brings to mind the line from George Bernard Shaw about the two tragedies in life: One is to not get your heart's desire; the other is to get it.

Newark Wilder

Pavement, Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Matador, 1994).

Wild are the horses
and break-up divorces
and seperate rooms from
My my my my my my my
I love your tinted eyes
So bad, so, bad, so so bad so so bad

Sobre a construção de um lugar comum

via Coudal Partners

An indirect display of affection

DO YOU HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF was the question my mother asked me every morning, standing by the gate to our house, before I went out onto the street. I didn't have a handkerchief. And because I didn't, I would go back inside and get one. I never had a handkerchief because I would always wait for her question. The handkerchief was proof that my mother was looking after me in the morning. For the rest of the day I was on my own. The question DO YOU HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF was an indirect display of affection. Anything more direct would have been embarrassing and not something the farmers practiced. Love disguised itself as a question. That was the only way it could be spoken: matter-of-factly, in the tone of a command, or the deft maneuvers used for work. The brusqueness of the voice even emphasized the tenderness. Every morning I went to the gate once without a handkerchief and a second time with a handkerchief. Only then would I go out onto the street, as if having the handkerchief meant having my mother there, too.

Herta Müller

Aly, Walk With Me

The Raveonettes, Lust Lust Lust (Fierce Panda/Vice, 2008).

Walk with me.

What we'd like to be

We all perform. It's what we do for each other all the time, deliberately or unintentionally. It's a way of telling about ourselves in the hope of being recognized as what we'd like to be.

Richard Avedon

Apricot

O Ben Briand anda a fazer filmes curtos para vender café.

As if interactions with people were rare and out of the ordinary.

(ou talvez isto valha só pela forma como ela abre os olhos aos 7 minutos e 7 segundos: quiet desperation, um sentimento que gostava de estudar se houvesse matéria no assunto)

Thames Town: China’s new Suburbia

Thames town is an English style new satellite town built close to Shanghai as part of the local governments ‘One City –Nine Towns’ plan.

The rise of China’s new middle ‘class’ is resulting in the creation of a new suburbia, the same phenomenon as seen in post-war Britain and America. Now that disposable incomes are reaching levels that allow people to pay for better education, annual holidays and private accommodation, the landscape of China is changing in the same manner as seen in the West. This is China’s suburban revolution.

Por David Wyatt, via Conscientious


Interessante (e bonita), esta realidade fabricada.

I tell you Winston, that reality is not external. Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the mind of the party, which is collective and immortal. Whatever the party holds to be truth, is truth. It is impossible to see reality except by looking through the eyes of the Party.

Song to the Siren

Tim Buckley, Starsailor (Straight, 1969).

Popularizada quando os This Mortal Coil se encontraram com o David Linch.

Ainda Ontem

Anteontem, tudo se conjugou: coreografaram-se as nossas misérias até serem bailado. Encantaram-nos e levaram-nos atrás delas. O fim (bem-aventurado) da venenosa quimioterapia. Faltam-nos apenas os princípios e talentos da cirurgia incisiva; da radioterapia queimadora; da sabotagem estrogénica.
O cancro é um desafio. É um adversário disposto a perder. Esconde-se muito no nome e tira partido dele, pela calada. Que se foda.

Miguel Esteves Cardoso

Ainda ontem me falaram de radioterapia.

Breathe

Pink Floyd, The Dark Side of the Moon (EMI, 1973).

Pink Floyd é o meu pai a sorrir e assim será. Se nunca ouviram o The Dark Side of the Moon de uma ponta à outra, sugiro uma longa viagem de carro.

Metaproject

What moves those of genius, what inspires their work is not new ideas, but their obsession with the idea that what has already been said is still not enough.

Eugène Delacroix

Still not enough.

via LUCASNASSON

Twelve White Girls

de Elena Chernyak, via Hippolyte Bayard