Bach, Álvaro de Campos, Pessoa,...uma outra e outra vez

Depois de amanhã, sim, só depois de amanhã...

Levarei amanhã a pensar em depois de amanhã,

E assim será possível; mas hoje não...

Não, hoje nada; hoje não posso.

A persistência confusa da minha subjectividade objectiva,

O sono da minha vida real, intercalado,

O cansaço antecipado e infinito,

Um cansaço de mundos para apanhar um eléctrico...

Esta espécie de alma...

Só depois de amanhã...

Hoje quero preparar-me,

Quero preparar-me para pensar amanhã no dia seguinte...

Ele é que é decisivo.

Tenho já o plano traçado; mas não, hoje não traço planos...

Amanhã é o dia dos planos.

Amanhã sentar-me-ei à secretária para conquistar o mundo;

Mas só conquistarei o mundo depois de amanhã...

Tenho vontade de chorar,

Tenho vontade de chorar muito de repente, de dentro...

Não, não queiram saber mais nada, é segredo, não digo.

Só depois de amanhã...

Quando era criança o circo de domingo divertia-me toda a semana.

Hoje só me diverte o circo de domingo de toda a semana da minha infância...

Depois de amanhã serei outro,

A minha vida triunfar-se-á,

Todas as minhas qualidades reais de inteligente, lido e prático

Serão convocadas por um edital...

Mas por um edital de amanhã...

Hoje quero dormir, redigirei amanhã...

Por hoje, qual é o espectáculo que me repetiria a infância?

Mesmo para eu comprar os bilhetes amanhã,

Que depois de amanhã é que está bem o espectáculo...

Antes, não...

Depois de amanhã terei a pose pública que amanhã estudarei.

Depois de amanhã serei finalmente o que hoje não posso nunca ser.

Só depois de amanhã...

Tenho sono como o frio de um cão vadio.

Tenho muito sono.

Amanhã te direi as palavras, ou depois de amanhã...

Sim, talvez só depois de amanhã...

O porvir...

Sim, o porvir...

L´homme, ce bon remede. in Notas do Facebbok da minha prima Cristina Chaves a viver com a família em Bruxelas.

L’homme est recommandé pour toutes les femmes en général. Il est très efficace dans la plupart des cas de mélancolie, de découragement, d'anxiété, d'irritabilité, de mauvaise humeur et d'insomnie.

DOSAGE ET POSOLOGIE
L’homme peut être utilisé facilement deux ou trois fois par semaine et même plus. Si les symptômes ne disparaissent pas rapidement, la dose peut-être augmentée à volonté.
L’homme peut aussi être utilisé de manière externe ou interne selon les besoins.
PRÉSENTATION
L’homme est offert en plusieurs formats destinés à répondre aux différents besoins et goûts : Mini, Midi, Maxi et même Méga.

PRÉCAUTIONS IMPORTANTES
Conserver l’homme hors de portée des amies, soeurs, voisines, collègues et autres personnes souriantes et bien intentionnées qui peuvent endommager le produit.
Manipuler avec soin : l’homme explose facilement sous la pression, en particulier en association avec l'alcool. Il est également déconseillé de l'utiliser immédiatement après les repas.

EFFETS SECONDAIRES
L'utilisation inappropriée de l'homme peut entraîner la grossesse ou un excès de jalousie. L'utilisation concomitante d’autres produits de la même espèce peut aussi provoquer des vertiges, de la fatigue chronique et, dans les cas extrêmes, des crises de nerfs.
L'utilisation excessive de l’homme peut par ailleurs produire des douleurs dans les hanches ou l’abdomen, des entorses, des raideurs musculaires, des blessures de divers types et des sensations de brûlures dans la région pelvienne.

DATE D’EXPIRATION
Le numéro de lot et la date de fabrication apparaissent sur la carte d'identité et la carte de crédit.
Notez que l’homme existe sur le marché en plusieurs marques de contrefaçon dont l'effet est totalement opposé, c'est-à-dire qu'en plus de ne pas être efficace dans le traitement, il aggrave les symptômes et empire la situation.

INSTRUCTIONS GÉNÉRALES
Lors de l'ouverture du paquet, dans tous les cas ne jamais afficher un air déçu. Cela va immédiatement influencer très négativement sa qualité et son efficacité. Un air très heureux, ébloui ou apeuré produit à chaque fois un impact très positif sur son bon fonctionnement.
Pour l’activer, le port d’un décolleté, une petite remarque suggestive, des petits bisous sur le cou ou de légers mouvements lascifs du buste du postérieur suffisent généralement.
Recharger les batteries trois fois par jour : déjeuner, dîner et souper. Plus que cela peut provoquer des effets indésirables tels le sommeil, l’épuisement, ou des troubles érectiles.
L’encourager souvent pour le garder en bon état.

GARANTIE
L’homme n'a pas de garantie. Tous les modèles sont sujets à des défauts d'usine comme critiquer, se plaindre, boire beaucoup, laisser des serviettes humides sur le lit et des chaussettes sales sous le lit, manger de l'ail et des oignons, oublier les dates d'anniversaire, ronfler. Il peut être avantageux de renouveler le modèle lorsque le fonctionnement est trop altéré.

The Fools - Psycho Chicken (1980)

Há séculos que não ouvia isto...

Vamos ouvir jazz!

Não tenho nada a ver com esta novíssima associação agora criada, mas apoio-a completamente, quanto mais não seja porque poderá representar uma pedrada no charco no marasmo musical desta nossa cidade.

"Associação Porta-Jazz" dedicada à divulgação e promoção do jazz no
Porto

Objectivos:

-Promover e divulgar o Jazz junto da sociedade e dos músicos que o
praticam;
-Proporcionar ao público um acesso regular ao Jazz na região do Porto;
-Estabelecer pontos de convergência da comunidade de músicos;
-Promover iniciativas educacionais e de formação;
-Promover o intercâmbio entre músicos de diferentes nacionalidades;
-Incentivar a dinâmica intra-comunitária no sentido da criação de
projectos originais;
-Promover o enquadramento no mercado de trabalho dos profissionais
associados através de auto-iniciativa e funcionando como ponte entre
os associados e potenciais empregadores;

Membros dos Corpos Gerentes da associação:

Direcção: Luís Eurico Costa, João Pedro Brandão, Susana Santos Silva
Mesa da Assembleia Geral: Nuno Ferreira, Rui Teixeira, Zé Pedro
Coelho, António Pedro Neves, Hugo Raro
Conselho Fiscal: Paulo Perfeito, João Paulo Rosado, Marcos Cavaleiro

My baby just cares for me

Neve sobre a Serra

Manhã de um dia de Sol, nítido e gélido. Um manto branco sem fim. Um silêncio embalado pelos sinos das pequenas capelas que pontuam nos poucos lugares que se espalham pela montanha. Este foi o cenário do último safari fotográfico à Serra da Freita. Magnífico!

Sugestão: Abrir o tube enquanto se observam as imagens...

Serra da Freita, 3/12/2010

Cinco "pontes" e quatro fins-de-semana prolongados

Confira o calendário dos feriados para 2011.

No próximo ano, há menos feriados "perdidos" nos sábados e domingos e a meio da semana.

Mais respeito que sou tua mãe!

Ontem fui ver teatro ao Rivoli. A sala esteve cheia de um público heterogéneo sobressaindo mulheres de pose afectada enfiadas em casacos de peles, aqui e ali atraiçoadas pelos pontapés na gramática e pelo sotaque nortenho: - Há-des ver que eu tenho razom - e outras coisas do género (não suporto esta burguesia bacoca que ostenta ares de grande importância!).

Foi um serão apesar de tudo agradável, pontuado pela actuação do Joaquim Monchique muito acima da restante comitiva que caiu num registo demasiado revisteiro. A peça teve momentos conseguidos embora resvalasse demasiadas vezes para a piada fácil. O público aderiu mal surgiram as pilas e os cagalhões nas falas dos actores. Risos histéricos pulularam amiúde pela plateia. No entanto… que saudades da “Conversa da treta”!

No final o elenco teve direito, como é de bom tom, a uma ovação com a plateia toda de pé. Foi agradável e bem disposto, sim. Mas mais nada para além disso.

Outono vestido de Inverno

"Fui ver... a neve caía nos quintais dos vizinhos..."
... e um longo e salutar passeio com o Óscar, pelos meandros da Natureza branca.

(Serra da Freita, 03-12-2010)

EU

Eu, eu mesmo...
Eu, cheio de todos os cansaços
Quantos o mundo pode dar. -
Eu...
Afinal tudo, porque tudo é eu,
E até as estrelas, ao que parece,
Me saíram da algibeira para deslumbrar crianças...
Que crianças não sei...
Eu...
Imperfeito? Incógnito? Divino?
Não sei...
Eu...
Tive um passado? Sem dúvida...
Tenho um presente? Sem dúvida...
Terei um futuro? Sem dúvida...
A vida que pare de aqui a pouco...
Mas eu, eu...
Eu sou eu,
Eu fico eu,
Eu...

Álvaro de Campos

Música Vaginal

Tiago Mesquita (www.expresso.pt)

Quinta feira, 18 de Novembro de 2010

Uma "artista" surpreendeu a plateia que assistia e o resto do mundo ao usar o órgão genital para transmitir a sua musicalidade. Nada pornográfico. Apenas bizarro e inédito. Veja.Há pessoas que se exprimem através da escrita. Outras preferem as artes plásticas ou a pintura. Muitos gostam de transmitir o que lhes vai na alma através da música. E é neste último grupo, dos músicos, que se inscreve o nome de "Amy G". Amy tornou-se famosa pelo vídeo em que aparece a "tocar" da melhor forma que sabe. Não se sabe se o "G" que ostenta no nome terá alguma conotação sexual, mas o efeito sonoro que o órgão da senhora consegue reproduzir é no mínimo curioso.

Tratando-se isto de uma farsa como parece, o designado playback vaginal, só valoriza a actuação de Amy. Digo isto porque há poucos dias vi a artista Dina a fazer um playback na televisão, mexia os lábios (da boca entenda-se) ao som da música "Amor d´água fresca" que levou ao Festival da Canção em 1992 (tema genial de Rosa Lobato Faria ) e esteve francamente mal. Péssimo playback.

Ou seja, Amy faz melhor playback com a vagina do que Dina com a boca. Mas em boa verdade se diga que a comparação é fraca, até porque não faço ideia do que a artista Dina é capaz de fazer em termos musicais sem ser na forma tradicional - a cantar com a boca e a tocar viola com as mãos.

Posto isto, e antes de passarmos ao vídeo, devo dizer que sou a favor da livre transmissão da musicalidade da forma que cada um quiser e pelos orifícios que entender, desde que no processo criativo não fira a sensibilidade alheia. Ou as narinas.

As 83 melhores primeiras frases...

Aqui está uma lista das melhores primeiras frases (em Inglês, claro). Depois iremos ao Português.

1. Call me Ishmael. - Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)

2. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)

3. A screaming comes across the sky. - Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow (1973)

4. Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. - Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967; trans. Gregory Rabassa)

5. Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (1955)

6. Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. - Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877; trans. Constance Garnett)

7. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. - George Orwell, 1984 (1949)

8. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. - Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)

9. I am an invisible man. - Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (1952)

10. The Miss Lonelyhearts of the New York Post-Dispatch (Are you in trouble?—Do-you-need-advice?—Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard. - Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts (1933)

11. You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. —Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885)

12. Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested. —Franz Kafka, The Trial (1925; trans. Breon Mitchell)

13. You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler. —Italo Calvino, If on a winter's night a traveler (1979; trans. William Weaver)

14. The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. —Samuel Beckett, Murphy (1938)

15. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. - J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)

16. Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. - James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916)

17. This is the saddest story I have ever heard. - Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier (1915)

18. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. - Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (1850)

19. Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. - James Joyce, Ulysses (1922)

20. One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary. - Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49 (1966)

21. It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. - Paul Auster, City of Glass (1985)

22. Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. - William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (1929)

23. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. - Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (1605; trans. Edith Grossman)

24. Mother died today. - Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942; trans. Stuart Gilbert)

25. Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. - Ha Jin, Waiting (1999)

26. The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. - William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)

27. I am a sick man . . . I am a spiteful man. - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (1864; trans. Michael R. Katz)

28. Where now? Who now? When now? - Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable (1953; trans. Patrick Bowles)

29. Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. "Stop!" cried the groaning old man at last, "Stop! I did not drag my father beyond this tree." - Gertrude Stein, The Making of Americans (1925)

30. In a sense, I am Jacob Horner. - John Barth, The End of the Road (1958)

31. —Money . . . in a voice that rustled. - William Gaddis, J R (1975)

32. Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. - Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (1925)

33. All this happened, more or less. - Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)

34. They shoot the white girl first. - Toni Morrison, Paradise (1998)

35. For a long time, I went to bed early. - Marcel Proust, Swann's Way (1913; trans. Lydia Davis)

36. The moment one learns English, complications set in. - Felipe Alfau, Chromos (1990)

37. Dr. Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature. - Anita Brookner, The Debut (1981)

38. Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. - Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)

39. I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. - Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome (1911)

40. There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. - C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1952)

41. He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. - Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)

42. It was the day my grandmother exploded. - Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road (1992)

43. I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. - Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)

44. Elmer Gantry was drunk. - Sinclair Lewis, Elmer Gantry (1927)

45. We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall. - Louise Erdrich, Tracks (1988)

46. It was a pleasure to burn. - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

47. A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. - Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (1951)

48. Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. - Flann O'Brien, At Swim-Two-Birds (1939)

49. I was born in the Year 1632, in the City of York, of a good Family, tho' not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull; He got a good Estate by Merchandise, and leaving off his Trade, lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my Mother, whose Relations were named Robinson, a very good Family in that Country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual Corruption of Words in England, we are now called, nay we call our selves, and write our Name Crusoe, and so my Companions always call'd me. - Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe (1719)

50. In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street. - David Markson, Wittgenstein's Mistress (1988)

51. Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. - George Eliot, Middlemarch (1872)

52. It was love at first sight. - Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)

53. I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. - W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge (1944)

54. Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. - Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups (2001)

55. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

56. You better not never tell nobody but God. - Alice Walker, The Color Purple (1982)

57. "To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die." - Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses (1988)

58. It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

59. Most really pretty girls have pretty ugly feet, and so does Mindy Metalman, Lenore notices, all of a sudden. - David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System (1987)

60. If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog. - Saul Bellow, Herzog (1964)

61. Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peephole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me. - GŸnter Grass, The Tin Drum (1959; trans. Ralph Manheim)

62. When Dick Gibson was a little boy he was not Dick Gibson. - Stanley Elkin, The Dick Gibson Show (1971)

63. In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. - Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929)

64. "Take my camel, dear," said my Aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass. - Rose Macaulay, The Towers of Trebizond (1956)

65. He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. - Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim (1900)

66. The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. - L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953)

67. Justice? - You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law. - William Gaddis, A Frolic of His Own (1994)

68. Vaughan died yesterday in his last car-crash. - J. G. Ballard, Crash (1973)

69. I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. - Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)

70. It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man. - William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust (1948)

71. I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as "Claudius the Idiot," or "That Claudius," or "Claudius the Stammerer," or "Clau-Clau-Claudius" or at best as "Poor Uncle Claudius," am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the "golden predicament" from which I have never since become disentangled. - Robert Graves, I, Claudius (1934)

72. Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I've come to learn, is women. - Charles Johnson, Middle Passage (1990)

73. I am an American, Chicago born - Chicago, that somber city and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent. - Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March (1953)

74. The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. - Sinclair Lewis, Babbitt (1922)

75. I will tell you in a few words who I am: lover of the hummingbird that darts to the flower beyond the rotted sill where my feet are propped; lover of bright needlepoint and the bright stitching fingers of humorless old ladies bent to their sweet and infamous designs; lover of parasols made from the same puffy stuff as a young girl's underdrawers; still lover of that small naval boat which somehow survived the distressing years of my life between her decks or in her pilothouse; and also lover of poor dear black Sonny, my mess boy, fellow victim and confidant, and of my wife and child. But most of all, lover of my harmless and sanguine self. - John Hawkes, Second Skin (1964)

76. He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. - Raphael Sabatini, Scaramouche (1921)

77. Psychics can see the color of time it's blue. - Ronald Sukenick, Blown Away (1986)

78. In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together. - Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1940)

79. Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. - Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye (1988)

80. He - for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it - was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. - Virginia Woolf, Orlando (1928)

81. High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per hour. - David Lodge, Changing Places (1975)

82. They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did. - Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (1966)

83. The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. - Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage (1895).

Melody Gardot

Melody Gardot já passou por aqui mais que uma vez. Vale a pena revisitá-la, ela é uma das vozes do momento.

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