Sunday, January 28, 2007

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Wendy Walgate

House Of Silence

The winter sun, golden and tired,
settles on the irregular
army of bottles. Outside the trucks
jostle toward the open road,
outside it's Saturday afternoon,
and young women in black pass by
arm in arm. This bar
is the house of silence, and we drink
to silence without raising our voices
in the old way. We drink to doors
that don't open, to the four walls
that dose their eyes, hands that run,
fingers that count change, toes
that add up to ten. Suspended
as we are between our business
and our rest, we feel the sudden peace
of wine and the agony of stale bread.
Columbus sailed from here 30 years ago
and never wrote home. On Saturdays
like this the phone still rings for him.

Philip Levine

Monday, January 15, 2007

"There is nothing more dangerous than to build a society, with a large segment of people in that society, who feel that they have no stake in it; who feel that they have nothing to lose. People who have a stake in their society, protect that society, but when they don't have it, they unconsciously want to destroy it."
Martin Luther King Jr.

Sunday, January 14, 2007


Joanna Newsom


The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?

There is a rusty light on the pines tonight Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below

We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
From that snow in the night time
Just going
And going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning
In the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I have been

And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever,
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror

Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december
I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in
Threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was happening

The lines are fadin' in my kingdom
Though I have never known the way to border 'em in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
The talk in town's becoming downright sickening

In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the night time
Gone healthy
Gone healthy all of a sudden In search of the midwife
Who could help me
Who could help me
Help me find my way back in
There are worries where I've been

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper
Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letter
And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better
What they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with
Hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow

And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
Come on home, now!
All my bones are dolorous with vines

Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and listen - Loving him, we move within his borders:
Just asterisms in the stars' set order

We could stand for a century
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
In bodies that don't keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Till we don't be Told;
take this Eat this Told, the meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

Joanna Newsom

Friday, January 05, 2007


Wednesday, January 03, 2007

O último dia do ano 2006 (Porto)

O último dia do ano 2006 (Porto)

Tuesday, January 02, 2007


Kode9 & The Spaceape - Memories of the Future; Burial - Burial;
TV On the Radio - Return to Cookie Mountain;Joanna Newsom -Ys;
Liars - Drum's Not Dead; Ali Farka Touré - Savane;
Final Fantasy - He Poos Clouds;Islands - Return to the Sea;
Helios - Eingya; Tim Hecker -Harmony in Ultraviolet
Nathan Fake - Drowning in a Sea of Love; Benoit Piouliard - Precis
Clogs - Lantern; Belong -October Language; Keith FullertonWhitman - Lisbon;
Asobi Seksu - Citrus; Midlake - The Trials of Van Occupanther
Beirut - Gulag Orkestar; Grizzly Bear - Yellow House ;
Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy: - The Letting Go; Sonic Youth - Rather Ripped;
Scott Walker - The Drift; Peter Bjorn and John - Writer’s Block
Current 93 - black ships ate the sky;
Johann Johannsson - Ibm 1401 - a Users Manual
Gaiteiros de Lisboa - Sátiro; Pop Dell Arte - Poplastik;
Dead Combo - Quando A Alma Não É Pequena; The Legendary Tiger Man - Masquerade


Dans Paris-Christophe Honoré; Le Temps Qui Reste -François Ozon;
Me and You and Everyone We Know - Miranda July;
The Squid and the Whale - Noah Baumbach;
A History of Violence - David Cronenberg; Match Point- Woody Allen;
Volver - Pedro Almodóvar; Brokeback Mountain- Ang Lee;
The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada - Tommy Lee Jones;
Little Miss Sunshine - Jonathan Dayton,Valerie Faris;
Marie Antoinette - Sofia Coppola; Good Night, and Good Luck - George Clooney
Babel- Alejandro Gonzalez Iñarritu;