Música à Terça: Mazzy Star, So Tonight That I Might See

Fade Into You

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go blind
Some kind of light into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew

Agoramania

"Etrange obsession...
Qui sait si ce n'est pas toi
qui nous observe
lorsque nous trébuchons
sur tes images
aussi fortement que contre
un mur?"

Thelma And Louise (Ridley Scott, EUA, 1991)

With a cliff in front of them and cops behind them.

Thelma Dickinson: OK, then listen, let's not get caught.
Louise Sawyer: What're you talking about?
Thelma Dickinson: Let's keep going.
Louise Sawyer: What do you mean?
Thelma Dickinson: Go.
Louise Sawyer: You sure?
Thelma Dickinson: Yeah, yeah. Let's.

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Livro à Quarta: OU O POEMA CONTÍNUO

Herberto Helder



O POEMA

I

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,
— 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 casas deitadas nas noites
e as luzes e as trevas em volta da mesa
e a força sustida das coisas
e a redonda e livre harmonia do mundo.
- Em baixo o instrumento perplexo ignora
a espinha do mistério.

— E o poema faz-se contra a carne e o tempo.

Música à Terça: Tom Waits, Rain Dogs

Inside a broken clock, splashing the wine with all the rain dogs
Taxi, we’d rather walk, huddle a doorway with the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog, too

Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away all of the lights
We’ve always been out of our minds



The rum pours strong and thin, beat out the dustman with the rain dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train, give my umbrella to the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog, too

Oh, how we danced with the rose of tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You’ll never be going back home
Oh, how we danced with the rose of tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You’ll never be going back home

Maurizio Cattelan

Warning! Enter at Your Own Risk -- Do Not Touch, Do Not Feed, No Smoking, No Photographs, No Dogs, Thank You
1993, Daniel Newburg Gallery, New York


If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one around it, does it make a sound?,1998


Hollywood landing in Sicily, a special project for the Venice Biennial, 2001

Patrick Prince, San Diego: How was your life before you became a successful artist?
Cattelan: I was a loser, most concerned with making a living. It took me 30 years to understand that if I was a failure it wasn’t my fault.
I had to reinvent a system, find a way out, and set some rules that could work for me and a few others.
I guess in the end that’s what we all are trying to do.
KILLING ME SOFTLY- A conversation with Maurizio Cattelan

Filme à Quinta: Music for One Apartment and Six Drummers

Esteve no Festival de Cannes em 2001.

Livro à Quarta: Viagem ao País da Manhã

Herman Hesse



Como me foi destinado assistir a algo de grandioso, como tive a sorte de pertencer à Ordem e de poder ser um dos participantes daquela viagem singular - cujo milagre brilhou, então, subitamente, como um meteoro, e que depois, por mistério, tão rapidamente caiu em esquecimento, ou mesmo em má fama - decidi ousar tentar uma breve descrição dessa inaudita viagem.

Música à Terça: Ursula Rucker, Silver or Lead

Silver or Lead

Corgi Toys: quem guardou as caixinhas?

Filme à Quinta: O Couraçado Potemkim, Eisenstein, URSS/1925

Escadaria de Odessa

Livro à Quarta: Maus I e II - Art Spiegelman

Maus foi, até hoje, a única B.D a receber o prémio Pulitzer (em 1992).






Os judeus são retratados como ratos, os alemães como gatos, os americanos como cães e os polacos como porcos.