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Monotony

Monotony

One monotonous day follows another
equally monotonous. The same things
will happen again, and then will happen again,
the same moments will come and go.

A month passes by and brings another month.
Easy to guess what lies ahead:
all of yesterday’s boredom.
And tomorrow ends up no longer like tomorrow.



Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

True blue

Yves Klein Monochrome works

carnations

I zimbra

dance of the spheres

"The image was captured on Dec. 17, 2010 with three colored filters in Hubble’s Wide Field Camera 3. Hubble’s 21st birthday is Sunday, Apr. 24."

RUN

"When I was a kid, I was told: Don't lie down when you can sit. Don't sit when you can stand. Don't stand when you can walk. Don't walk when you can run. Works for me.”
— Posted by Mini M.


seen at the NYT, 20/04/2011

nada fica igual

Um caminho movente, refulgente como prata
(mas não se consegue andar por ele...)
Um rapaz que toca com a guitarra do avô que morreu
(mas músicas diferentes...)
Este blusão que ainda cheira a ovelha
(mas nunca mais vai procurar erva pelos campos...)

Tudo continua,
mas nada fica igual.

The Second Coming

The Second Coming
by W. B. Yeats


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

prés de la peau

Brasil

A meu favor

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

This is a torch song

Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
by Margaret Atwood


The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
and a day job.
Right. And minimum wage,
and varicose veins, just standing
in one place for eight hours
behind a glass counter
bundled up to the neck, instead of
naked as a meat sandwich.
Selling gloves, or something.
Instead of what I do sell.
You have to have talent
to peddle a thing so nebulous
and without material form.
Exploited, they'd say. Yes, any way
you cut it, but I've a choice
of how, and I'll take the money.

I do give value.
Like preachers, I sell vision,
like perfume ads, desire
or its facsimile. Like jokes
or war, it's all in the timing.
I sell men back their worse suspicions:
that everything's for sale,
and piecemeal. They gaze at me and see
a chain-saw murder just before it happens,
when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple
are still connected.
Such hatred leaps in them,
my beery worshippers! That, or a bleary
hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads
and upturned eyes, imploring
but ready to snap at my ankles,
I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge
to step on ants. I keep the beat,
and dance for them because
they can't. The music smells like foxes,
crisp as heated metal
searing the nostrils
or humid as August, hazy and languorous
as a looted city the day after,
when all the rape's been done
already, and the killing,
and the survivors wander around
looking for garbage
to eat, and there's only a bleak exhaustion.
Speaking of which, it's the smiling
tires me out the most.
This, and the pretence
that I can't hear them.
And I can't, because I'm after all
a foreigner to them.
The speech here is all warty gutturals,
obvious as a slab of ham,
but I come from the province of the gods
where meanings are lilting and oblique.
I don't let on to everyone,
but lean close, and I'll whisper:
My mother was raped by a holy swan.
You believe that? You can take me out to dinner.
That's what we tell all the husbands.
There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around.

Not that anyone here
but you would understand.
The rest of them would like to watch me
and feel nothing. Reduce me to components
as in a clock factory or abattoir.
Crush out the mystery.
Wall me up alive
in my own body.
They'd like to see through me,
but nothing is more opaque
than absolute transparency.
Look--my feet don't hit the marble!
Like breath or a balloon, I'm rising,
I hover six inches in the air
in my blazing swan-egg of light.
You think I'm not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn.

(thank you shigekuni)

esta primavera

this is a voyage

Happy cat

reading Haruki Murakami...digesting Brazil, enjoying spring

A vida é risco (saltando barreiras...)

Muita gente caminhando ao longo de estradas, por onde correm rápidos, ou esperam enervados carros e camiões, muita gente saltando barreiras e atravessando as vias, com riscos evidentes...
A vida é risco, a vida é risco a todo o momento.

the annihilation of space by time

Karl Marx, writing in the Grundrisse in 1857, anticipated how the contradictions of Capital could spur on the "annihilation of space by time." He wrote,

While capital ...must strive to tear down every barrier...to exchange and conquer the whole earth for its markets, it strives on the other side to annihilate this space with time." (538-539)

I guess I'm gonna be part of this annihilation of space soon...

Sampa

DDR

Pervasive Art

looks very interesting

Nippon

A leziria

Viva

Primavera

Coisas concretas, que hoje começa a Primavera

LESSONS OF THE WAR

LESSONS OF THE WAR

To Alan Michell

Vixi duellis nuper idoneus
Et militavi non sine gloria

I. NAMING OF PARTS

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
And to-day we have naming of parts.

This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
Which in our case we have not got.

This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
They call it easing the Spring.

They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
For to-day we have naming of parts.

continues here

found here

Where there's a will, there's a way

Somebody come by my office today, he told me : "Where there's a will, there's a way".
Should I chose to believe ?
(my heart races, my legs tremble, my head tries to stay cool : "- Relax, take it one moment at a time, it says, you will be fine, soon all this will be gone.").

poem a friend sent me

Chickadee by Lee Van Laer From the Hudson River series

Last week
While I walked the dog
Down by the river
The world suddenly rolled up my whole life
And fit it into one chirp
Of a chickadee.

I hadn't known
That it was so small
And easy to encompass.

Had I known that sooner, I might have
Carried it everywhere
Instead of leaving it behind me
As I always do.

fortresses

coragem

Significado de Coragem

s.f. Força ou energia moral que leva a afrontar os perigos; valor; destemor, ânimo, intrepidez, bravura, denodo: lutar com coragem.

trees

be a tree or be a bush...

Malangatana Ngwenya, Untitled. 1961,  Oil on canvas

coming home

Março

Em Março começa a Primavera

the road

approaching Lisbon

Sunset

o stress do limoeiro

Para limões no jardim vires a ter,
o teu limoeiro virado a Sul deves plantar,

abrigá-lo do vento e da geada e muitos mimos lhe deves dar...
mas se limões queres vir a ter,
ao ano no tronco vais ter de lhe bater,

não uma, nem duas, mas repetidas vezes
para apressada a seiva correr
e o sumarento fruto finalmente nascer.

Concrete

 http://www.thomasbernhard.org/

Pinus