Friday, April 30, 2010
homenagem a Ary dos Santos
de A Máquina Fotográfica
É na câmara escura dos teus olhos
que se revela a água
água imagem
água nítida e fixa
água paisagem
boca nariz cabelos e cintura
terra sem nome
rosto sem figura
água móvel nos rios
parada nos retratos
água escorrida e pura
água viagem trânsito hiato.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
loneliness
"What is my painting?" Vicente said during my visit. "No one can explain painting. My paintings talk, and I don't have anything to say. I'm still trying to find out what painting is, and the only way to do that is to be alone. The loneliness has to do with what you do."
more here
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
voluptuous
Cumming’s voluptuous sketch of Elaine Thayer, the poet’s first wife.
may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she
but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
From the oeuvre of the wonderfully contrarian punctualist Edward Estlin Cummings (aka ee cummings).
stolen here
people are trouble
It’s a quiet, beautiful morning.
I walk the large avenues, crowded with people, hyper-illuminated by the light reflecting from the large glass windows.
Each and everyone owns their individual craft or ship. I look at them at eye level as they pass me. Nobody looks back or even notices me, occupied in manning their ship, taking them where they want or just where they can or have to go.
I guess I know why people enclose themselves in their little ships. It is because other people are trouble.
People are trouble - you find confirmation of it in corners, in lying volumes hiding under car crosses and passageways. Those volumes are destitute people getting sleep during daylight, resting from night fears, feeling safe by the number of others going by.
People get sick with virus and bacteria, get maimed by bombs and car wrecks, people get heartbroken by other people, this is happening at all times, producing a vastness of pain and tears filling oceans, enlarging deserts, making volcanoes to erupt.
People always want something from you, at least some minutes of your precious time. As a safeguarding procedure you should stay away from people, animals are ok, they like you and help you, you can use and leave them at anytime, a new one can always replace the old or lost ones, its differences quickly forgotten.
People pretend to be different and unique, they fool you with kindness, with bright eyes and kind words. People have hearts and minds, people have dreams, dreams to share, dreams you used to dream before you knew better.
I’m at work now, safe, hidden in tasks and numbers, I will feel better as day goes by. Later in the evening I will watch the football on TV, I will eat, sleep. I will be ok, I will not be worrying about people anymore, I also have my dogs, yes I almost forgot I will have to feed them too, to walk them. That will be nice, they will be all happy, wagging their tails, licking my hands.
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