"(...), sentirias que estavas sempre à beira da morte devido à segurança da tua vida, à sua sensatez obstinada, a esse amor protestante pela banalidade; à eterna certeza dos fiéis de que a ostentação e o macabro não são apenas ameaçadores, mas - o que é pior - desinteressantes."

Michael Cunningham, Ao Cair da Noite

Caroço

O caroço deste fruto parece ser apenas
um invólucro frio, incomestível,
sem serventia alguma. Mas esconde
no fundo do seu poço uma vida
destinada a eclodir, mal sinta propício
o agasalho da terra.

Que o mesmo é dizer: está lá dentro
uma morte emboscada.

A.M. Pires Cabral
in As Têmporas da Cinza, Cotovia

Benilde ao balcão 4

Não vos contei decerto
que a Senhora Dona Benilde
gosta " de carinho e de falas mansas"
como todos nós, alguns,
e eu à quarta cerveja
recordo-me que te não tive,
acontece, quando a noite cai
e não temos ombros que cheguem

e esbanjamos em cerveja e mijo
o que outros chamaram amor.

Manuel de Freitas
in Game Over, & etc.

The Big Unknown

Young Lions

Roses in the car
Roses in the car
Bony saddle, bony street
Corrugated iron sheet
This bed is not concrete
This bed in which you sleep
Flesh is flesh til blood runs cold
And blood is blood, so I am told

Your carbon makes a star
Your carbon makes a star
And after all, that's all we are
After all, that's all we are
That's all we are
That's all we are
That's all we are

All these young men, these young lions
All these young men, these young lions

You don't know if it's true
Or if to believe in you
There are tunnels through the stone
Where weaker hearts have made a home

Their roses in a car
Their roses in a car
And after all that's all we are
After all that's all we are
And isn't it bizarre
The adults that we are
Still playing
Follow the leader

Body don't break
Body don't break
Body don't break
Til broken
Body gonna make
Body gonna make
Body gonna make
Another body
Don't want to be the last to leave

The Maccabees

Realist...?

A inteligência não se finge e o silêncio nem sempre significa compreensão.

Carol

There's a book called
"A Dictionary of Angels."
No one has opened it in fifty years,
I know, because when I did,
The covers creaked, the pages
Crumbled. There I discovered
The angels were once as plentiful
As species of flies.The sky at dusk
Used to be thick with them.
You had to wave both arms
Just to keep them away.
Now the sun is shining
Through the tall windows.
The library is a quiet place.
Angels and gods huddled
In dark unopened books.
The great secret lies
On some shelf Miss Jones
Passes every day on her rounds.
She's very tall, so she keeps
Her head tipped as if listening.
The books are whispering.
I hear nothing, but she does.

Charles Simic

O que se considera cegueira do destino é, na realidade, miopia própria.

William Faulkner

note to self:

"You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another"

Ernest Hemingway

O poeta chorava...

O poeta chorava
o poeta buscava-se todo
o poeta andava de pensão em pensão
comia mal tinha diarreias extenuantes
mas buscava uma estrela (talvez a salvação?)
O poeta era sinceríssimo honesto total
raras vezes tomava o eléctrico
em podendo
voltava
não podendo
ver-se-ia
tudo mais ou menos
a cair de vergonha
mais ou menos
como os ladrões

E agora o poeta começou por rir
rir de vós ó manutensores
da afanosa ordem capitalista
depois comprou jornais foi para casa leu tudo
quando chegou à página dos anúncios
o poeta teve um vómito que lhe estragou
as únicas que ainda tinha
e pôs-se a rir do lôgro, é um tanto sinistro,
mas é inevitável, é um bem, é uma dádiva.

Tirai-lhe agora os versos que êle mesmo despreza,
negai-lhe o amor que êle mesmo abandona,
caçai-o entre a multidão.
Subsistirá. É pior do que isso.
Prendei-o. Viverá de tal forma
que as próprias grades farão causa com êle.
E matá-lo não é solução.
O poeta
O Poeta
O POETA
destroi-vos

Mário Cesariny

Civilization

Somewhere between the darkness and light
Faces all glow but its not too bright
Civilization, its all about knives and forks

Isn't she here? What time is it now?
Is this the right place? Do I fit with her crowd?
I'm gonna be a civilized man someday

Part of me wants to jump and shout
Part of me wants to tear it down
I thought you might prefer the cabernet

Civilization, its all about sex
Havin' a ball in a padded banquet
I'm gonna be that really cool guy someday

The waiter looks me over
Would you like cream or sugar?
I don't know - what was I supposed to say

She wonders if I'll notice
I should have brought some roses
Her plate is full, she hasn't eaten all day

Glasses collect we order some booze
She looks at me, I stare at her shoes
Mature situations, maybe a broken heart

Maybe I ought to pay the bill
Maybe she thinks I never will
A million things that cross a woman's mind

Just be yourself, well that's what they say
I barely know who I was yesterday
I'm gonna be that civilized guy someday

Good friends and conversations
The rise and fall of nations
A moments glory and they've had their day

And on my high school folder
I drew a big gorilla
Something familiar, something far, far away

Somewhere between the darkness and light
She touches my hand, she don't seem to mind
We can go home, we can be civilized

David Byrne

Why?

I think no one ever keeps a photograph of something they want to forget...

Oh fuck...!

In The Morning

I don’t know what I’m doing wrong
Maybe I’ve been here too long
The songs on the radio sound the same
Everybody just looks the same
But then last night was so much fun
And now your sheets are dirty
The streets are dirty too but
You never look back on what you’re gonna do

Remember when you were young
You’d lose yourself
In the morning, you know you won’t remember a thing

In the morning, you know it’s gonna be alright
I wake him up when I’m up
When I’m on the stage, well
A boy can’t help it, it’s not his fault
Just a dangerous dangerous thing
But then every night’s still so much fun
And you’re still out at dawn
I’m clinging on to the wrong ideas but
I never regret anything I’ve done

Remember when you were young
You’d lose yourself I
n the morning you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning you know it’s gonna be alright

In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be all. . .
In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be all…
In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be alright

Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?

You’ve got got to do it this time
Are you really gonna do it do it do what?
Are you really gonna do it do it do it yeah
Are you really gonna do it what

In the morning you know he won’t remember a thing
No not a thing and
In the morning you know he won’t remember a thing

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