Tuesday, March 28, 2006


ellen von unwerth

Sunday, March 26, 2006




O SÉTIMO SELO
Título: Det Sjunde Inseglet
Realizador: Ingmar Bergman
Ano: 1957

Bergman realizou um filme sobre um cavaleiro regressado das cruzadas, Antonius Block (Max von Sydow), que procura o sentido da vida. Aquando o seu encontro com a própria morte, o cavaleiro propõe um duelo de xadrez, onde tenta desvendar o mistério da existência.

KNIGHT- Who are you?
DEATH - I am Death.
KNIGHT - Have you come for me?
DEATH - I have been walking by your side for a long time.
KNIGHT - That I know.
DEATH - Are you prepared?
KNIGHT - My body is frightened, but I am not.
DEATH - Well, there is no shame in that.
KNIGHT - Wait a moment.
DEATH - That's what they all say. I grant no reprieves.
KNIGHT - You play chess, don't you?.
DEATH - How did you know that?
KNIGHT - I have seen it in paintings and heard it sung in ballads.
DEATH - Yes, in fact I'm quite a good chess player.
KNIGHT - But you can't be better than I am.
DEATH - Why do you want to play chess with me?
KNIGHT - I have my reasons. DEATH - That is your privilege.
KNIGHT - The condition is that I may live as long as I hold out against you. If I win, you will release me. Is it agreed?
KNIGHT - You drew black!
DEATH - Very appropriate. Don't you think so?

Saturday, March 25, 2006

listen


Bell Orchestre
Recording a Tape the Colour of the Light
http://www.bellorchestre.com/

Tower of Bowl (WMA)

listening to...

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Johnny – How many men have you forgotten?
Vienna – As many women as you've remembered.
Johnny – Don't go away.
Vienna – I haven't moved.
Johnny – Tell me something nice.
Vienna – Sure. What do you want to hear?
Johnny – Lie to me. Tell me all these years you've waited...
Vienna – All these years I've waited.
Johnny – Tell me you'd have died if I hadn't come back.
Vienna – I would have died if you hadn't come back.
Johnny – Tell me you still love me like I love you.
Vienna – I still love you like you love me.
Johnny – Thanks. Thanks a lot

via duelo ao sol

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

A meu favor

Tenho o verde secreto dos teus olhos
Algumas palavras de ódio algumas palavras de amor
O tapete que vai partir para o infinito
Esta noite ou uma noite qualquer

A meu favor As paredes que insultam devagar
Certo refúgio acima do murmúrio
Que da vida corrente teime em vir
O barco escondido pela folhagem
O jardim onde a aventura recomeça

Alexandre O'Neill

Monday, March 20, 2006




















Lonely Metropolitan
1932
Herbert Bayer

Valsa Quase Antidepressiva

Dança comigo a ultima valsa da Primavera
dança sem sonhos, esquece as promessas
ninguém nos espera.

Já enchi os dias de lutas vazias,
estou gasto, cansado, dormente.
E um pouco de sexo ou muita poesia
ainda não fico indiferente.

Fala comigo na palavra falsa da fantasia
chovem amigos na festa da praça no meio dia.
É certo que as flores parecem maiores
que toda a virtude do mundo:
com um pouco de sexo, ou muita poesia, ainda me sinto profundo.

[Se este mundo fosse feito para ser doce, eu seria doce, fosse eu quem fosse].

Foge comigo na ultima volta da maratona
Nada comigo no lago indeciso de metadona
Já deixei as asas na cave da casa
e as chaves no fundo do mar:
com um pouco de sexo,
ou muita poesia, ainda nos vamos casar.

Quinteto Tati, Exílio

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Thursday, March 16, 2006






CUBA
fotos do
Pedro Gabriel

Wednesday, March 15, 2006


Edward R. Murrow

“Just once in a while let us exalt the importance of ideas and information.”

“We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. When the loyal opposition dies, I think the soul of America dies with it"

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

by frank schreiner

Monday, March 13, 2006

bd

Sunday, March 12, 2006

livro


ontem passei pela Tema e comprei este livro,
que é fantático está recheado de esquiços, pormenores como fizeram as figuras,
storyboards, quem gostou do filme aconselho este livro.

Conviction (iii)

The shadow was so black,
I thought it was a cat,
But once in to it
I knew it
No more black
Than a shadow's back.

Illusion is a freak
Of mind;
The cat's to seek

Stevie Smith

Saturday, March 11, 2006

listening to...

Friday, March 10, 2006

My cat

.
Cool cat
Good cat
Pussy cat
When I see him walking
Makes no sense to me
My cat is everywhere
We watch him on TV
My cat is amazing
He can play the guitar
He may not be an actor
But he's a pussy superstar
My catCool cat
My cat is everywhere
Sees what he can see
He may not be an actor
He acts atrociously
My cat is amazing
He can play the guitar
He may not be an actor
But he's a pussy superstar
My cat isn't crazy
He's everything to me
My cat burns the bible
And he thinks it's so funny
He isn't very good
He isn't very smart
He may not be Picasso
But he is a work of art
Hates me as much as I hate you
My cat
Cool cat
Good cat
Pussy cat
When I see him walking
Makes no sense to me
My cat is everywhere
We watch him on TV
My cat is amazing
He can play the guitar
He may not be an actor
But he's a pussy superstar
My cat isn't crazy
He's everything to me
My cat burns the bible
And he thinks it's so funny
He isn't very good
He isn't very smart
He may not be Picasso
But he is a work of art
My cat is handsome
He can play the guitar
He can break my arm in seven places
He can eat a whole watermelon
My cat my cat

JACK OFF JILL

via sara

Saturday, March 04, 2006


The Knife
"Silent Shout"
dir. Andreas Nilsson
wmv: hi wmv: lo
via gonn1000

Friday, March 03, 2006

listening to


Tapies
~uma foto da esposição que fui ver este fim de semana

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Dear March
Come in
How glad I am
I hoped for you before
Put down your Hat

You must have walked
How out of Breath you are
Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me
I have so much to tell

I got your Letter, and the Birds
The Maples never knew that you were coming
till I calledI declare
how Red their Faces grew
-But March, forgive me -- and
All those Hills you left for me to Hue
There was no Purple suitable
You took it all with you

Who knocks? That April.
Lock the Door
I will not be pursued
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That Blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame

Emily Dickinson