segunda-feira, maio 31, 2010

The Love Of Richard Nixon II

Well I'm not a crook, I've earned everything I've got.

Este gajo é um mistério para mim.

quarta-feira, maio 19, 2010

Waiting for the 7:18

Bloc Party, A Weekend In The City (Wichita, 2007).

terça-feira, maio 18, 2010

And we could dance

Mas há 30 anos, hoje, Iggy Pop foi banda sonora para o fim da música.

segunda-feira, maio 17, 2010

Martha Camarillo

mais coisas da Martha aqui, mas antes vejam a selecção deste ano (AP 26) da American Photography.

via A Photo Editor

Fell in Love with a Girl

The White Stripes, White Blood Cells (V2, 2002).

And I said it once before but it bears repeating.

domingo, maio 16, 2010

China Girl

Iggy Pop, The Idiot (RCA, 1977).

sábado, maio 15, 2010

Urgência Pediátrica

Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the suicide of the Lisbon girls.
People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them:
So full of flaws.
But the only thing we are certain of after all these years is the insufficiency of explanations.

"Obviously doctor, you've never been a thirteen year-old girl."

The New

Interpol, Turn On The Bright Lights (Matador, 2001).

I think we should go.

sexta-feira, maio 14, 2010

Jackson will do well

JE: An academic said to someone who knew me a few months ago, “Jackson will do well because people like him.” Is there any place for motherfuckers in the industry these days?

PR: There are plenty of motherfuckers doing well in this industry, but I don’t think you need to become one in order to do so.

A fotografia de Pedro Ramos, via too much chocolate.

quarta-feira, maio 12, 2010

A Arte de Morrer Longe

Em termos subjectivos, eles considerar-se-iam razoavelmente infelizes, de maneira que não será indelicado arrolá-los nessa categoria, literariamente mais dotada.

Mário Carvalho

terça-feira, maio 11, 2010

Eu, pessoalmente

Tinha-te arrancado a cabeça. Mas talvez seja uma questão de deformação pessoal.

segunda-feira, maio 10, 2010

I'm Here

Ordinary is no place to be.

domingo, maio 09, 2010


I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of

the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

Frank O'Hara

sábado, maio 08, 2010

The Ground Beneath Her Feet

U2, The Million Dollar Hotel (Island/Interscope, 2000).

I won't rest until you're found

terça-feira, maio 04, 2010


Vi uma criança dormir.

segunda-feira, maio 03, 2010

sábado, maio 01, 2010

Having A Coke With You

And the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism

Frank O'Hara