Rid Of Me

PJ Harvey, Rid Of Me (Island, 1993).

See.

TOURIST Magazine

We think spelling errors can be kind of charming and we try very hard not to take ourself too seriously.

Eu hoje estou assim

Aphex Twin, Avril 14th (druqks - Warp, 2001).

Drukqs speaks a familiar tongue, instead of inviting us to learn new languages; it gives us the answers before asking the riddles. In this sense, it defies every expectation we had of Richard D. James. But in hindsight, it seems to show that some conventions are worth following.

Some conventions are worth following.

Sofia Coppola

Christopher Wahl is a dual citizen of the United States and Canada.
He lives in Toronto.

(P.S.: Vê estas).

Have a Seat

Fidelistas take over the Hilton Hotel and get their first rest after living in the field for months, 1959, Havana (© Burt Glinn / Magnum Photos).

Square with four circles

Por Felici Varini.


Regarding the single versus multiple perspectives, Varini's installations congeal in one particular location but they exist in almost limitless form from the numerous other available perspectives. In the case of Square with four circles in New Haven, Connecticut, it is the walkway between College and Temple streets on axis with the Crown Street parking garage spiral that offers the obvious location for the shapes to register as one apparently flat image. Yet movement through the block's interior gives people partial views, skewed perspectives and other "incorrect" glimpses of the artwork.

Felice Varini’s fleeting works are joyous optical tricks which explore the relativity of time and space.

Hesito em lhe chamar ilusão, é mais uma construção.

via a weekly dose of architecture.

Home

LCD Soundsystem, This Is Happening (DFA, 2010).

You might forget
Forget the sound of a voice
Still you should not forget
Yeah, don't forget
The things that we laughed about

Termino.

Foto: João Cortesão/Agence France-Presse - Getty Images, via NYT


Dear José Saramago,

Anybody who tries in a few minutes to portray your work will end up articulating a series of paradoxes. You have created a cosmos that does not want to be a coherent universe. You have given us ingenious versions of a history that will not allow itself to be taken captive. You have taken the stage as the kind of narrator we feel we have long been familiar with - but with all of our contemporary liberties at your fingertips and imbued with contemporary scepticism about definite knowledge. Your distinguishing mark is irony coupled with discerning empathy, distance without distance.


Comove-me a tua ausência quando nem sabia que por aqui existias. Distance without distance, de facto.

Contemporâneo de telemóveis

"O optimismo sofrido de Sophia é a consequência de ter ficado, de quem teve de pensar o país ao mesmo tempo que o vivia, entre o sublime da poesia e as ridicularias de uma elite tacanha." por Bruno Vieira Amaral, no Circo da Lama.

O que a Sophia precisava era de ter sido mais contemporânea dos telemóveis e ligar a alguém só para partilhar o mar (ela gostava do mar). Ela ia gostar desse dia em que se iniciou a demolição de alguns muros (mas o trabalho ainda não acabou).

Sabes o que é sentir alegria só por alguém existir? (sou um bocado possessivo)

Antena

minha benévola terra
se eu te pudesse beber,
pacificar, fazer guerra,
sentar-te à mesa e escrever.

ó minha terra de arados
de tardes lentas e quentes,
e luz que mostra parados
rebanhos incandescentes.

quando passo de automóvel
esqueço-me de onde moro
porque sou meu lar imóvel.

o rádio sempre a tocar
um coração avariado
que não posso desligar.

Rui Lage, via A Naifa.


se eu te pudesse beber,
pacificar, fazer guerra,
sentar-te à mesa e escrever.

Imitation Of Life

R.E.M., Reveal (Warner Bros., 2001).

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That's who you are, that's what you could.

Sobre o uso da expressão sugar cane / sugar kane em música popular contemporânea haveria ainda muito a dizer. Fica para um outro dia.

Two Homes

Two Homes documents the parallels of my child’s two households and the ever-evolving relationships within them. Using comparative diptychs of seemingly mundane routines, the work gives candid insight into this alternative family unit and challenges the concept of a traditional nuclear family.

As rotinas mundanas são fortemente subvalorizadas, digo eu.

Por Emer Gillespie, via The Year In Pictures.

Subtopia

I felt like I had landed in the moon.

A integração como via de exploração da solidão, por Terttu Uibopuu.

via Joerg M. Colberg.

Há dias em que odeio o Lou Reed

How Do You Think It Feels, Lou Reed, Berlin (RCA, 1973).

In retrospect, of course, Berlin is probably one of Reed's best pieces of work. Reed's general attitude throughout the record is one of having lost hope-- "there's no way to win, and I don't give a fuck." And it's an attitude that's been copped by numerous bands on some of their classic works.

Não concordo nada com essa análise, meus senhores e minhas senhoras.

Twenty Four Hours

Joy Division, Closer (Factory, 1980).

Rock, however defined, rarely seems and sounds so important, so vital, and so impossible to resist or ignore as here.

As here.

Go Let It Out

Oasis, Standing on the Shoulder of Giants (Epic, 2000).

Eu peço desculpa, mas acabei de perceber que já fui um adolescente e ouvia esta música e ela tem agora 10 anos. For the record, continuo a achar que este é um grande álbum e foi esta música que me ensinou que um baixo pode levar uma casa às costas.

And ordinary people that are like you and me
We're the keepers of their destiny

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.

Exit Music

Radiohead, Ok Computer (Parlophone, 1997).

I saw the Zeffirelli version when I was 13 and I cried my eyes out, because I couldn't understand why, the morning after they shagged, they didn't just run away. The song is written for two people who should run away before all the bad stuff starts. A personal song.

The Love Of Richard Nixon

Richard Nixon (a saltar), por Philippe Halsman.

Waiting for the 7:18

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

And we could dance

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

Martha Camarillo

Há 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.

China Girl

Iggy Pop, The Idiot (RCA, 1977).

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.

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.

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

Eu, pessoalmente

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

I'm Here

Ordinary is no place to be.

Morning

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

The Ground Beneath Her Feet

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

I won't rest until you're found

Hoje

Vi uma criança dormir.

Há que relativizar

Having A Coke With You

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

Frank O'Hara

We Shall Prevail

I've got a theory, and it's this: Steve Jobs believes he's gambling Apple's future — the future of a corporation with a market cap well over US $200Bn — on an all-or-nothing push into a new market. HP have woken up and smelled the forest fire, two or three years late; Microsoft are mired in a tar pit, unable to grasp that the inferno heading towards them is going to burn down the entire ecosystem in which they exist.

Charles Stross, via John Gruber.

A garden of pure ideology.

Que bela cagada

Vi isto no outro dia em Matosinhos, mas pensei que fosse piada. Não é.

Milla Jovovich

Clean Living Under Difficult Circumstances (por Chris Floyd).

Outro dia

Outro dia li que a função da mentira é «substituir meios mais violentos». A ideia de que a mentira tem uma «função», e logo uma função positiva, é um bocado repugnante. É como dizer que os genocídios regulam a demografia. Mas além disso, não percebo o que seja um «meio mais violento». A violência física, por exemplo, é uma agressão, tal como a mentira, mas pelo menos opera dentro da realidade. A mentira distorce a realidade. Não conheço nada mais violento do que distorcer a realidade.

Pedro Mexia

Movimento Perpétuo

Quinto comunicado do MFA

Aqui posto de comando das Forças Armadas.

Conforme tem sido transmitido, as Forças Armadas desencadearam, na madrugada de hoje, uma série de acções com vista à libertação do País do regime que há longo tempo o domina.

Nos seus comunicados as F. A. têm apelado para a não intervenção das forças policiais, com o objectivo de se evitar derramamento de sangue. Embora este desejo se mantenha firme, não se hesitará em responder, decidida e implacavelmente, a qualquer oposição que se venha a manifestar.

Consciente de que interpreta verdadeiros sentimentos da Nação, o M. F. A. prosseguirá na sua acção libertadora, e pede à população que se mantenha calma e que recolha às suas residências.

Viva Portugal.

Contemplating the Void

Os pequenos ditadores

Creativity requires a mind, and a herd has none.

Stanislav Datskovskiy

So what next for Portugal?

Pity the serious Portuguese politician who argues that fiscal probity calls for early belt-tightening. The European Union, the European Central Bank and the Greeks have all proven that the euro zone nations have no threshold for pain, and European Union money will be there for anyone who wants it. The Portuguese politicians can do nothing but wait for the situation to get worse, and then demand their bailout package, too. No doubt Greece will be back next year for more. And the nations that “foolishly” already started their austerity, such as Ireland and Italy, must surely be wondering whether they too should take the less austere path.

The Next Global Problem: Portugal - Economix, NYT

Jackson Eaton

There’s a very palpable sense of being an outsider in these images.

Song One

Paranoid Park (2007), Gus Van Sant.

Acontece-me ter momentos no dia em que dou por mim parado, literalmente, a pensar.

E seria um sonho, assim como este.

An aggressively casual font

In October of 1994, a Microsoft designer named Vincent Connare saw a beta of Bob, and found the use of the staid Times New Roman typeface in its word balloons to be out of whack with the software’s playful personality. He began work on an aggressively casual font that wound up being dubbed Comic Sans; it didn’t make it into Bob, but was later bundled with Windows itself. Comic Sans ended up as the Microsoft Bob of typefaces: It’s famous mostly for being unloved.

Khan Lee

por Jody Rogac.

Se eu tivesse de ter uma obsessão

...disseste nove menos vinte no instante em que o impulso do ponteiro nove menos dezanove, não o traço grosso, um traço fininho, o relógio sem números, quatro traços fininhos entre dois traços grossos ou seja quarenta e oito traços fininhos e apenas doze grossos...

António Lobo Antunes, Eu hei-de amar uma pedra (Dom Quixote, 2004).

Seria o tempo, que as vezes me parece viscoso, só para nos lembrar como é bom quando não interessa para nada.

I met a man who wasn’t there

The Man Who Sold The World, sonhada por Bowie em 1970 e elogiada por Cobain em 1993.

E sobre as referência cruzadas em cultura popular, Antigonish de Hughes Mearns:

Yesterday, upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn’t there

He wasn’t there again today

I wish, I wish he’d go away...

When I came home last night at three

The man was waiting there for me

But when I looked around the hall

I couldn’t see him there at all!

Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!

Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair

A little man who wasn’t there

He wasn’t there again today

Oh, how I wish he’d go away

Oh, how I wish he’d go away

Los Angeles

Portrait of a City.

via A Continuous Lean

Romanian Rip

Even though a photographic document is suspect by nature, we often want to believe in it. The photographer is manipulated by this subject just as much as the subject manipulates him. By inserting myself in each image, I wanted to ask the question of the truth in the photographic image. The fluorescent orange of the shutter release, clearly visible, asserts my intrusion inside the image. I thus sign the making of the document and its origin.

At the same time, I try to merge into the image. By dressing up and behaving like the people photographed, I strive to erase our representations of nationalities and social backgrounds linked to dress codes. Strangely, no-one considered this approach as being odd and all said they felt more at ease in front of the camera when I was with them. Absent from the captions in which the other names betray their romanian, italian, serbian, hungarian, german, austrian or turkish origins of the people I photographed, I question my position and the imaginary barriers raised by men between them.

"Romanian Rip" por Rip Hopkins, via BOOOOOOOM!

The imaginary barriers raised by men between them.

A Most Peculiar Man

Simon & Garfunkel, Sounds of Silence (Columbia, 1966).

That's what Mrs. Riordan said and she should know;
She lived upstairs from him.

misplaced manhole covers

Misplaced manhole covers form part of a loose photographic study of the minutiae of our everyday surroundings, entitled 'As found'. 'As found' is a collection of photographs, taken by a number of contributors, documenting hiccups, adaptations, encounters and subversions in the street.

Goodbye Norma Jean

Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled

Nebraska

Bruce Springsteen, Nebraska (Columbia, 1982).

A versão american white trash de "Anel de Rubi".

The celebrity spokesperson for a line of jewelry from Chanel

I'm So Tired

The Beatles, The Beatles ("The White Album"); Apple/Parlophone, 1968.

Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

All that we can hope for

The attitude that nature is chaotic and that the artist puts order into it is a very absurd point of view, I think. All that we can hope for is to put some order into ourselves.

Willem de Kooning

Ghost in the machine

The "ghost in the machine" is British philosopher Gilbert Ryle's derogatory description of René Descartes' mind-body dualism. The phrase was introduced in Ryle's book The Concept of Mind (1949) to highlight the perceived absurdity of dualist systems like Descartes' where mental activity carries on in parallel to physical action, but where their means of interaction are unknown or, at best, speculative.

o interruptor

hoje quando estava a sair de casa olhei para o
relógio e percebi que devias estar p'ra chegar

e então deixei a luz da cozinha acesa porque é a
que gasta menos para que não encontrasses a casa às
escuras na chegada

mas depois pensei melhor

ao chegares vendo a luz acesa podias pensar
que eu estava em casa a fazer-te uma sandes de atum
ou um cachorro e ias ficar desiludida

porque eu estou a sair

e quando chegares já me fui

e vais sentir a mostarda ou a maionese no canto da
boca mas vai ser mentira

por isso para não te desiludir saio deixando atrás de
mim a casa escura

para não te magoar


João Negreiros, "a verdade dói e pode estar errada". Camões & Companhia, 2010.

Preferia

Um miúdo de doze anos matou-se porque não aguentava mais. Preferia uma florzinha de estufa, perdoa a idelicadeza.

via Plomb du Cantal

The Filfth and the Profundity

Tom Friedman
Untitled (blown-up detail)
1992
feces on a pedestal

Good art is like a good stripper, it flirts and reveals a lot but remains mysterious and evasive. Art provokes the need to possess it, know it, often defile or deface it but its elusive, flexible meaning only heightens its allure. No one wants a whiny, didactic, confessional stripper. And as Waters says, "Transcendence is a great thing, but I don't want it or expect it all the time."

Silent and present

"To be at peace means to be as much like the mountains as possible: silent and present. Vacant."

Don't Call It Night, Amos Oz

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

Sparklehorse, Dreamt for Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain (Astralwerks, 2006).

For a while there, I was really scared that when I technically died — which I guess I did for a few minutes — that the part of my brain that allowed me my ability to write songs would be damaged.

For a while there.

Pull me out of the aircrash, pull me out of the lake.

Isto é capaz de ser boa ideia.

Au Revoir Simone

David Black (que eu invejo pelo tempo passado com a Chan Marshall), via A Continuous Lean.

Não vou

“Mas não queres mesmo ler?” E a cada insistência a minha determinação esvaía-se um pouco mais, empapada em suor e calcinada pela bola de fogo que me queimava o estômago, abrindo caminho até ao esófago e jorrando num largo, abundante e apoteótico vómito que se substituiu ao “não” definitivo que me preparava para suspirar. A contínua, a única que não tinha sido anestesiada pelos vapores da má literatura, apressou-se a limpar os restos do meu almoço e da pouca poesia que, desde aquele dia, me abandonou.

Circo da Lama, de Bruno Vieira Amaral, um dos 31 da Armada.

5.

Barbara

Remember Barbara
It was raining nonstop in Brest that day
and you walked smiling
artless delighted dripping wet
in the rain
Remember Barbara
It was raining nonstop in Brest
and I saw you on rue de Siam
You were smiling
and I smiled too
Remember Barbara
You whom I did not know
You who did not know me
Remember
Remember that day all the same
Don't forget
A man was sheltering under a porch
and he called your name
Barbara
and you ran toward him in the rain
Dripping water delighted artless
and you threw yourself in his arms
Remember that Barbara
and don't be angry if I talk to you
I talk to all those I love
even if I've seen them only once
I talk to all those who love
even if I don't know them
Remember Barbara
Don't forget
that wise happy rain
on your happy face
in that happy town
That rain on the sea
on the arsenal
on the boat from Ouessant
Oh Barbara
What an idiot war
What has happened to you now
In this rain of iron
of fire of steel of blood
and the one who held you tight in his arms
lovingly
is he dead vanished or maybe still alive
Oh Barbara
It is raining nonstop in Brest
as it rained before
But it's not the same and everything is ruined
It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate
It's not even a storm any more
of iron of steel of blood
Just simply clouds
that die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
along the water in Brest
and are going to rot far away
far far away from Brest
where there is nothing left.

Jacques Prevert

via o sonho adolescente educado na rua que é VINYL IS HEAVY.

Tim & Dakota, 2004

Este filho da puta do Ryan McGinley é um génio e eu sou um cabrão invejoso.

2010-01-02

Frio. Hedi Slimane diary.

I know they're our boys

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, Stanley Kubrick, 1964.

And it was at this point I decided to treat the story as a nightmare comedy. Following this approach, I found it never interfered with presenting well-reasoned arguments. In culling the incongruous, it seemed to me to be less stylized and more realistic than any so-called serious, realistic treatment, which in fact is more stylized than life itself by its careful exclusion of the banal, the absurd, and the incongruous. In the context of impending world destruction, hypocrisy, misunderstanding, lechery, paranoia, ambition, euphemism, patriotism, heroism, and even reasonableness can evoke a grisly laugh.

As a nightmare comedy.

Almost

Infelizmente não sei de quem é, mas foi aqui.

Space and the Woods

The Late of the Pier, Fantasy Black Channel (WayOutWest, 2007).

But space and the woods still know who I am and I know they don't owe me anything not after what I've done.

The moments between the moments

However, as I buzzed, I became highly aware of how uncomfortable he was. He appeared as if he literally could not settle inside himself. I noticed that he wasn’t even playing a tune. He seemed to just be playing scales. I began to focus on what I call ‘the moments between the moments’ and that’s where I found my groove with him. I always know when I’ve hit it, my stride, my groove. I know when it’s peaking. It’s a wave and you ride it for as long as you can. You feel an external energy take you over but it comes from the inside, you can’t help it, you’re buzzing on it. And the thing is this: what you’re buzzing on is never the thing you thought you had come there to get. It’s always something you didn’t know there was until it showed itself to you. In this case, I had come hoping to unleash Andrew Lloyd Webber’s inner pub singer but instead, I found a man who, despite all those accolades and success, seemed unsure, nervous, awkward and most of all, fragile.

O Chris Floyd tirou fotografias ao Andrew Lloyd Webber.

A reter:
And the thing is this: what you’re buzzing on is never the thing you thought you had come there to get. It’s always something you didn’t know there was until it showed itself to you.

Until it showed itself to you.

Via Elizabeth Weinberg

Misc

O Bradford Gregory tira fotografias de moda. E cortinas, mas nos tempos livres.

via Build

Quero

Mais fotografias com covinhas nos olhos.

Morning

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

It may be that poetry makes life's nebulous events tangible to me and restores their detail; or conversely that poetry brings forth the intangible quality of incidents which are all too concrete and circumstantial. Or each on specific occasions, or both all the time.

Olha que capa maravilhosa

032c, nomeada para os Brit Insurance Designs of the Year 2010.

via Creative Review

Little Sister

Queens of the Stone Age, Lullabies to Paralize (Interscope, 2005).

A minute-long solo that is at once directionless and exponential in its accumulation of tension.

Disintegration

The Cure, Disintegration (Fiction, 1989).

Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy.

You Know You're Right

Nirvana, Nirvana (Geffen, 2002).

Things have never been so swell.

Kubrick: Napoleon

He wasn’t at all conservative in that way; we had fax machines before anybody else did. People would say, “What the fuck do you want a fax machine for?” But he’d grab anything that saved time and made things look better.

He'd grab anything that saved time.

Era sobre isto que estávamos a falar ontem

Often misinterpreted as a hearthrobby break up song, it concerns the despondency of a young man growing older, finding that his actions represent a perspective he feels that he should have outgrown.

Shoot The Glass

por Jamie Bolton.

Le Confort Moderne

Langbaumann, via Picked by Six.

Provavelmente

Nunca percebi quando se deixa de ser pequeno para se passar a ser crescido. Provavelmente quando a parente loira passa a ser referida, em português, como «a desavergonhada da Luísa». Provavelmente quando substituímos os guarda-chuvas de chocolate por bifes de tártaros. Provavelmente quando começamos a gostar de tomar duche. Provavelmente quando cessamos de ter medo do escuro. Provavelmente quando nos tornamos tristes. Mas não tenho a certeza: não sei se sou crescido.

António Lobo Antunes

The same guys

“We did it in the past — we will do it again,” Finance Minister Fernando Teixeira dos Santos said Tuesday in a telephone interview. “We are the same guys. We are committed to doing it.”

But this time the same guys lack a solid majority.

Estou farto de gente a perder a cabeça por causa de uma merda de umas escutas, por causa de uma merda de umas escutas, por causa de uma merda de umas escutas, por causa de uma merda de umas escutas, por causa de uma merda de umas escutas, por causa de uma merda de umas escutas e os seus partidos. Ninguém perde a cabeça pela merda da economia? Economistas?

Protection

por Lars Borges.

Difficult to categorize

The Joke Isn't Funny Anymore

The Smiths, Meat Is Murder (Rough Trade, 1985).

I drove the point home.

Estou sempre a voltar a isto

Termino. A voz que leu estas páginas quis ser o eco das vozes conjuntas das minhas personagens. Não tenho, a bem dizer, mais voz que a voz que elas tiverem. Perdoai-me se vos pareceu pouco isto que para mim é tudo.

O último parágrafo de De como a personagem foi mestre e o autor seu aprendiz.

Discurso proferido por José Saramago na cerimónia de entrega do Prémio Nobel da Literatura de 1998.

Perdoai-me se vos pareceu pouco isto que para mim é tudo.

VCR

The xx, xx (Young Turks, 2009).

Ao um minuto e cinquenta e nove segundos, o rapaz coloca entre ele e a rapariga uma luz. E tudo ganha cores. E lá se vai o medo. Literalmente.

(o vídeo acaba com ele a mexer-lhe na franja.)

The Inherent Beauty In A Failed Attempt To Reconstruct

Within the world of mathematics it is just as easy to go backwards as it is forward. It is only within human experience that going backwards poses such a problem. We and our perceived physical surroundings are locked into a series of moments where the future is possible and varied but the past is locked and cannot be revisited.

por Jonathan Schipper

Be Here Now

Ray LaMontagne, Till The Sun Turns Black (RCA, 2006).

Don't let your soul get lonely
Child, it's only time, it will go by

Catholic Block

Sonic Youth, Sister (SST, 1987).

Vamos?

A world no one else has ever seen

Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.

John le Carré

Incubation

Joy Division, Substance (Factory, 1988).

And we could dance.

Wonder Where My Baby Is Tonight

The Kinks, Kinda Kinks (Universal, 1965).

Via Mixtape de Luke Snellin, no Better Taste Than Sorry.

Andy, Andy, Andy

via Curved White

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


William Ernest Henley

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