Onde diz faca leiam

atravessaste os meus ossos

Ponham um dedo sobre cada nascer do sol

para que ele não vos cegue

texto: Charles Simic

imagem: L.Scheynius

Snow White

SHE is a tall dark beauty containing a great many beauty spots:

one above the breast,

one above the belly,

one above the knee,

one above the ankle,

one above the buttock,

one on the back of the neck. 

All of these are on the left side, more or less in a row, as you go up and down:

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.

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.

.

 

The hair is black as ebony, the skin white as snow."

text: D. Barthelme/image: L. Scheynius

atrás de si

Por onde quer que passasse, deixava atrás de si sulcos abertos na vida, o que a tornava comparável aos terrenos onde, quando os lavradores o atravessam com o arado, a realidade em certos pontos fica à mostra. Havia nela o exagero das paisagens que se multiplicam em registos que as distorcem (o mar no conjuntivo, etc) , mas sempre aliado às coisas que se obstinam em colar-se à negação, donde irradia a luz a que julgamos conhecê-las.

 

Luís Miguel Nava &

Me, You and Everyone You Know

are you sleeping baby?

"Um bom par de chapadas na tromba
E a vida volta a ter valor
Numa manhã em que nos sintamos sós
Toca a partir a cara 
entre amigos"

Boris Vian& Jim Jarmusch

'Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here'

Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?

Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.

Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?

Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.

Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?

[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]

Jules: Fuck you.

Vincent: You give them a lot?

Jules: Fuck you.

Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.

Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here

line: Pulp Fiction
Image: Jesper Just

MESSING. AROUND.

And you're running down.
And your head is made of clouds, 
but your feet are made of ground.
And you're running down.
You are cursed with a curse*

imagem: Nan Goldin

lês sobre janelas e linhas ortogonais.
a contenção do espaço.

ouves uma melodia que poderias suster repetidamente.

o espaço estilhaça-se 

e o fluxo das imagens entra em combustão rente à pele.

entrevês essa dança de altitude trémula 
e incerta. 

(©Vera Fonseca)

“Since I was a teenager, I have an epileptic fit. I passed out twice in this year. It is like a memory flashback; wrapped by the various warm childhood images. In this movie, a bisexual boy and a girl are dancing, a kind of love. However; you may not see them though; a strobe light creates you to see the clear images inside of you. (…) All of my film and video pieces are in many ways the abstraction of feeling of people whom have been driven into a corner or stuck in their own maze. Sync Up Element is the cure vision in our data oriented digital lives. I mean I am not making a medicine but film viewing experience itself will open up many discoveries to our natural details in our memories” (Stom Sogo)

"Ela disse:

- já sei pronunciar o meu nome como eles,
mas recuso-me a colocar-me nessa amálgama rígida de fricativas


se me quiseres encontrar, usa a outra pronúncia, aquela que te incuti nas câmaras do coração.
é tão delicada quanto um murro na boca depois da fermentação dos corpos"

© Vera Fonseca

imagem: Les Ballets C.de la B.

"no error in my memory"*

images: Olga Roriz

autumn's segmentation: turbo, turbinis

Pour a little salt we were never here
In the morning I'll be with you

Skinny Love

(image: B.Durgin)

P. S. R. Parallel Synchronized Randomness.

An interesting brain rarity and our subject for today.

Two people walk in opposite directions at the same time and then they make the same decision at the same time. Then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it. Basically, in a mathematical world these two little guys will stay looped for the end of time.

The brain is the most complex thing in the universe and it's right behind the nose."

(B.Durgin&The Science of Sleep )

"THERE IS NO/MAD WOMEN IN THIS ATTIC."




-Berteke Waldijk-
(in Nomadic Subjects, R.Braidotti)

Eleges o lugar da ferida
onde falamos o nosso silêncio.

Fazes da minha vida
esta cerimónia demasiado pura.

Alejandra Pizarnik
imagem: G.Cadieux

Millicent Weems:

What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special.
You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one.
The specifics hardly matter.
Everyone's everyone.

So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours.
It is time for you to understand this.

Walk.

Synedoche, New York

and/or not...

'I am a violent being, full of fiery storms and other catastrophic phenomena.
As yet I can't do more than begin this and begin again because I have to eat myself,
as if my body is food, in order to write'

(text: Kathy Acker/image: Miranda July)

new grammatology

some claim they are loose- from 'love, forgeries and other matters'.

others don't want to lose same'love, forgeries and other matters', other kind, other angle.

others just want to loose themselves somewhere in- 'cause' this is a lot of fucking losing.

pink doesn't match with yellow. well, get over it. shit is shit, sun is sun. just keep biking.

She took to sea In a big tin bowl that was filled with dreams But she didn't know how fortune swings
Firekites

Eindelijk

"Agora é verão e abasteço-me de alcatrões
e espinhos e lápis iniciados


e as sentenças sobem às cânulas dos meus ouvidos."

imagem: Pierrot le Fou

texto: António Gamoneda

"Alice laughed: "There's no use trying," she said;
"one can't believe impossible things."

"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "
When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day.
Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

Co(te)lette

photography Maarten Vanden Abeele
text: Alice in Wonderland

'This is kinda warped!'*

You carry this dirt
We stole from the source
Its tongue will be hurt
Attack from the north
The colour was red

The number was six

Now you're in my head
No more to convince

Red&Purple, The Dodos

(*Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

THE WIZARD OF OZ

imagem: Nan Goldin

MAYBE FOREVER, Meg Stuart

"A DANÇA. ABRAÇO.
AS TÁBUAS DO CHÃO EVOCAM O ESTREITAR E O ALARGAR DO TEMPO.
A VIBRAÇÃO É COMO SEMPRE RÁPIDA MAS A MEMÓRIA DETÉM-SE. FICA"

Mafalda Ivo Cruz

ABRAM TODAS AS JANELAS

'SABE, O MUNDO COMEÇOU A SER FEITO POR DETRÁS'*,

IMAGEM: PINA BAUSCH

outras fotos aqui

* aquele rapaz de que falava Lobo Antunes

"Balance.
Repetition.
Composition.
Mirrors.

"Most of all, the world is a place where parts of wholes
are described 
within an overarching paradigm of clarity and accuracy.

So instead, we went ahead to fabricate a catalog
of unstable elements and modicums and particles.
With not zero total strangeness for brief moments which amount
to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap."

Smells liks content& Approach (B.Searle)

Materiality matters (corporeality) or an end-less wishing note

amanhã comprarei calças vermelhas
fixarei o calendário agrícola
afiarei as facas

ensaiarei um número
abrirei o livro na mesma página

descobrirei alguma pista.

_ana paula inácio

(imagem: Meg Stuart: Forgeries, Love and Other Matters )

I am not sure. I can’t remember the name

I never went inside

The most peaceful place

I never went inside

It was clear to me that I should keep it how it was.

In my imagination.

Sehnsucht

de repente
como uma flor violenta
um homem com uma bomba à altura do peito
e que chora convulsivamente

um homem belo minúsculo
como uma estrela cadente
e que sangra
como uma estátua jacente
esmagada sob as asas do crepúsculo

um homem com uma bomba
como uma rosa na boca
negra surpreendente
e à espera da festa louca
onde o coração lhe rebente
um homem de face aguda
e uma bomba
cega
surda
muda

imagem: Nederlands Dans Theater
texto: António José Forte

Absorption was left behind. I knew I was there. I knew Me. I always do.*

OUR GREATEST BLESSINGS
COME TO US BY WAY OF MADNESS
(SOCRATES)

WALKING MAD

* errata: this doesn't attempt to be a tittle

o coração é assim

(a lei da sobrevivência):

esconde-se quando o querem matar.

Gonçalo M.Tavares

(imagens: D.Verhoeven+'Primavera', estúdio Pedrita)