Monday, 19 January 2015

É bom sonhar com a chuva?

ainda não era eu nascida e estava já amaldiçoada.
encontrado em O Inverno na Poesia Portuguesa: antologia
entretanto, com o destino irremediavelmente traçado, já tudo anotei, sublinhei e escarafunchei neste livro (a falta duma poetisa nesta antologia era demasiado chocante para persistir nas minhas mãos)

Sunday, 18 January 2015


Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. 
We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.
HANIF KUREISHI

Chorus of Crickets

Si on convoque une centaine de jeunes gens, que vous projetez La nuit du carrefour de Renoir, ils vont dire : « Ouh ! le son ! l’image, flou ! FLOU ! ». Et c’est un film fantastique qui est fait de brouillard et de flou. On se frotte les yeux, moi je me suis frotté les yeux pendant tout le film. Et c’est magique. 
On croit voir parfois des spectres.
PEDRO COSTA

GYROVAGI’S TRAJECTORY

CONSTANTIN SCHLACHTER

At the beginning of Christianity, Gyrovagi were wandering monks without fixed residence or leadership. Free from all dogmas, they are constrained by a strong link to nature and matter. Thus they travelled to break that link, and find a trajectory to reach their own spiritual center. 

This project is a free interpretation of the Gyrovagi’s concept. The images were made in an instinctive way during retreats and wanderings. These loneliness and silent periods transform feelings and lead to self-interrogations. 

To find that, pictures are manipulated in order to lose their realism, scales and colors. It transforms the natural matter into a spiritual one. This alchemic process consists of finding the original feelings through mental landscapes, with their own animals and figures. It is a mystical roam to return to a primeval notion of Nature.

Thursday, 25 December 2014

Thursday, 4 December 2014

It is herself she remembers, her emotions, her reactions. Not him.
She is talking only to herself, as always.
Imagination is so much easier than reality for these two, who can never get beyond the make-believe life of the amusement-park train trips – because they do not wish to. 
These two share a disease, not a love: a total despair.

os 20

And the thing whose sublimity I wanted to reach when I was young was a gesture that is human--that's to say, necessitating more and more the utmost humility. It's true that I didn't know there was something there that would lead me to a certain poverty.
JEAN-LOUIS SCHEFER on Roland Barthes' death, his menthor

Thursday, 27 November 2014

ANDREW MIKSYS

desire be desire

This moment is a wry demonstration of the redirection of a surge of accidental sentiment toward the object rationally determined as appropriate.

At its simplest, the accident of love reduces itself to its gestures. Civilization has infiltrated everything; it has transformed, multiplied, perfected everything, everything except the amorous accident which remained barbarous, natural, sincere!

.1. Katie Kirtland on Epstein
.2. JEAN EPSTEIN

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Quem quisesse entendê-lo teria de ficar ali sozinho, no ardente silêncio do meio-dia, por entre as relíquias do passado, e começar a olhar, mas não com os olhos do corpo, e começar a ouvir, mas não com os ouvidos do costume. 
Só então os mortos despertariam e Pompeia recomeçaria a viver.
FREUD, Delírio e Sonhos na Gradiva de Jensen
NICHOLAS RAY, They Live by Night

... era uma daquelas criaturas cujo reino não é deste mundo.

"Aliás, há muito que me habituei a estar morta." 
Com a promessa de voltar a encontrar-se com ele no dia seguinte, no mesmo lugar e à mesma hora, despediu-se, não sem voltar a pedir-lhe a braça de asfódelo: "Às mais afortunadas oferecem-se rosas na Primavera, mas a mim é justo que me dês as flores do esquecimento." 
E não há dúvida de que tal melancolia se adequava bastante bem a uma mulher morta há tantos anos e só por breves momentos revivida.
FREUD, Delírio e Sonhos na Gradiva de Jensen

Thursday, 13 November 2014


 the comet was singing, they report.