amoralva

Os Quatro Elementos

2008-08-29T22:40:00.002Z

(quadro de pierre-auguste renoir, "nude", 1910)

2.

"Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living" (John Ashbery) (1)

em agosto, não há fábricas,
as mulheres vestem aquele tom
rosado que sempre as caracteriza,

- será a distância da memória,
de um tempo em que as
meninas de renoir eram a imagem
do corpo esperando o fruto? -

os homens nadam sobre as algas
esperando o adelgaçar das ancas
e dos peitos.

é agosto, eu sei,
as fábricas estão fechadas
mas o corpo permanece
no rasto de suor que
alimenta as rochas.

jorge vicente

(1) ASHBERY, John apud PULLMAN, Philip - The Amber Spyglass. London: Scholastic Press, 2001. ISBN 0-439-99414-4. pg. VII.

john ashbery

2008-08-29T22:20:00.002Z

(imagem de anish kapoor, "twelve etchings", 2007)

"Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.
The night is cold and delicate and full of angels
pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up.
The chime goes unheard.
We are together at last, though far apart." (1)

john ashbery

(1) ASHBERY, John apud PULLMAN, Philip - The Amber Spyglass. London: Scholastic Press, 2001. ISBN 0-439-99414-4. pg. VII.

rainer maria rilke

2008-08-29T21:47:00.002Z

(quadro de shirazeh houshiary, "untitled", 2007)

"O stars,
isn'it from you that the lover's desire for the face
of his beloved arises? Doesn't his secret insight
into her pure features come from the pure constellations?" (1)

rainer maria rilke

(1) RILKE, Rainer Maria apud PULLMAN, Philip - The Amber Spyglass. London: Scholastic Press, 2001. ISBN 0-439-99414-4. pg. VII.

"black corridor" (michael moorcock)

2008-08-27T00:16:00.004Z

(fotografia de ester partegàs, "what you are, the world is", 2007)

"Space is infinite.
It is dark.
Space is neutral.
It is cold.

Stars occupy minute areas of space. They are clustered a few billion here. A few billion there. As if seeking consolation in numbers.
Space does not care.

Space does not threaten.
Space does not comfort.
It does not sleep; it does not wake; it does not dream; it does not hope; it does not fear; it does not love; it does not hate; it does not encourage any of these qualities.
Space cannot be measured. It cannot be angered, it cannot be placated. It cannot be summed up. Space is there.
Space is not large and it is not small. It does not live and it does not die. It does not offer truth and neither does it lie.
Space is a remorseless, senseless, impersonal fact.
Space is the absence of time and of matter." (1)

hawkwind

(1) retirado do cd dos hawkwind, space ritual, de 1973.

este tema dos hawkwind, "black corridor", é mais uma introdução do que uma canção propriamente dita. introduz "space is deep" que é, provavelmente, um dos temas mais conhecidos da banda. uma das razões porque escolhi esta letra/poema (?) deve-se ao tema do espaço: o que é o espaço? será ele limitado ou infinitamente grande? terá ele cor? ou será um amontoado de estrelas e de vazio, a preto e branco?

Os Quatro Elementos

2008-08-26T21:42:00.002Z

(quadro de tracey emin, "self growth", 2002)

OS QUATRO ELEMENTOS

I.

terra

1.

no princípio, a matéria juntou-se
ao corpo e criou o chão mátrio
do qual nascem todas as coisas.

ainda não havia homens na terra,
apenas um globo de luz vermelha
que prendia a árvore e a raíz.

os olhos de plutão são sempre brilhantes
e mais claros que a argila escorrendo
o vaso.

jorge vicente

catarina nunes de almeida, a metamorfose das plantas dos pés

2008-08-25T00:10:00.002Z

a metamorfose das plantas dos pés foi o primeiro livro que li de catarina nunes de almeida, apesar de ter comprado, aqui há tempos, o seu primeiro trabalho: prefloração, vencedor do prémio daniel faria de 2006 e publicado pela quasi no mesmo ano.

foi uma surpresa interessante, os poemas são, na sua maior parte, muito bons e o elemento-natureza é aqui preponderante: a terra, a água, o corpo, as crianças. uma poesia da pele e da sensualidade.

tenho a certeza de que a catarina vai ser uma das futuras referências poéticas deste país. aliás, já o é.

deixo-vos:

"Abriu no colchão as valas possíveis
e enterrou por ordem alfabética
cada parte do corpo: os pêlos
os pântanos as unhas encravadas
e as unhas que outros cravaram pelas coxas.
Estudou cuidadosamente as ondas as horas
para que não restassem dúvidas
sobre os caminhos marítimos
para a noite. Por fim
podou todas as janelas do quarto;
bebeu o vinho;
roeu a carne do quarto
até não sobrar nenhum coração" (1)

catarina nunes de almeida

(1)ALMEIDA, Catarina Nunes de - A metamorfose das plantas dos pés. Porto: Deriva, 2008. ISBN 978-972-9250-44-6. p. 47.

"mothers of the disappeared" (bono, clayton, edge, mullen)

2008-08-24T04:11:00.003Z

(quadro de kiki smith, "melancholia", from the serie blue prints, 1999)

"Midnight, our sons and daughters
were cut down and taken from us
hear their heartbeat
we hear their heartbeat

In the wind we hear their laughter
in the rain we see their tears
hear their heartbeat
we hear their heartbeat

Night hangs like a prisoner
stretched over black and blue
hear their heartbeat
we hear their heartbeat

In the trees our sons stand naked
through the walls our daughters cry
see their tears in the rainfall" (1)

U2

(1) retirado do CD dos U2, The Joshua Tree (1987).

"incident on stock island" (wayne kramer)

2008-08-20T14:21:00.004Z

(litografia de Vito Acconci, "Approved - But Don't Be Fooled, This Is a Message from the American Lover", 1977)

"I was working in this cabinet shop on Stock Island
listening to the new Aaron Neville tape.
It was one of those sticky hot summer days.
Suddenly I hear loud angry voices just outside the window.
Kenny! Hold up! Dont do this!
Kennys saying, That motherfucker says I cheated him!
Kenny and his brother Vince come flying thru the window,
eyes blazing, out of control.
Kennys running to the rear of the shop
with Vince right behind him
screaming, Stop! Kenny, stop!
Kenny crashes into the office and jumps on Franklin,
he's an electrician we share shop space with.
Theyre all screaming.
Vince physically restrains his brother
and they both leave the office.
Kennys beside himself with anger.
Vince says
next time, I'm gonna let him kick Franklins ass.
Kenny is still hot and punches out a couple of cabinets.
Vince takes Kenny for a ride in his pickup to cool him off.

Halfhour later, Franklins getting into his stepvan
when Kenny walks up and begins to apologize for going off earlier.
Vince and I are watching from about 30 feet away
out in the hot, tropical sun.
I cant hear what Kennys saying
but I can tell by his body language that hes getting upset.
Franklin starts saying, Fuck you, Kenny, fuck you.
Franklin lets the clutch out a bit and pulls up a few feet
and then says Fuck you, Kenny, fuck you!

I say to Vince, Why dont he just drive on away?

Kenny reaches up in Franklins truck, grabs him by the shirt,
and Franklin's still saying, Fuck you, Kenny!
And Kenny pulls Franklin outta his truck
and slams him down in the dirt,
and Kenny blasts Franklin
three or four very hard hooks to the head,
and Franklin's getting up but Kenny throws an upper cut
that has hospital written all over it.
Yeah, it had hospital written all over it!

Kenny stops and realizes how bad all this is
and says, Fuck this shit and gets in his truck and leaves.
And Franklin, his face is starting to swell up
like an eggplant.
And he walks past me and Vince and says,
thanks a lot, you dickheads.

I still cant figure out why he didnt just drive on away?
So I get some ice for Franklins face
and he calls the cops
and we all have to give statements
and I wasnt proud of any of us." (1)

(1) retirado do cd de wayne kramer, the hard stuff (1995)

"child in time" (ritchie blackmore ; ian gillan ; roger glover ; ian lord ; ian paice)

2008-08-18T02:16:00.004Z

(colagem de dash snow, "scared to death, right to hell", 2006)

"Sweet child in time you'll see the line
the line that's drawn between the good and the bad
see the blind man shooting at the world
bullets flying taking toll

If you've been bad, oh Lord I bet you have
and you've not been hit by flying lead
you'd better close your eyes and bow your head
and wait for the ricochet" (1)

deep purple

(1) retirado do cd dos deep purple, anthology, de 1985.

Amor (ou não)

2008-08-14T19:57:00.004Z

(colagem de dash snow, "bin laden youth", 2006)

"A pessoa que não se ama a si mesma ou que não pode fazê-lo (quer dizer, que não pode ver ou não dá permissão à sua própria divindade), irá desesperadamente em busca de alguém que a faça sentir segura. E, quando vê esta segurança ameaçada, volta a cair na chantagem e no controlo emocionais através da retenção do afecto... em nome do amor! Quando se ouve alguém a dizer a outra pessoa: «Amo-te», o que, frequentemente, quer dizer é: «Tenho medo e preciso de ti para seres o meu escudo de protecção»." (1)

in Um manual para a ascensão

(1) in Manual para a ascensão apud SOUSA, Vitorino de - Manual da leveza: visita de médico ao chacra raíz. Carcavelos: Angelorum Novalis, 2004. ISBN 972-8680-93-3. pg. 164.

"liza and louise" (fat mike)

2008-08-12T02:07:00.002Z

(quadro de norbert schwontkowski, "frau mit schirm", 2006)

"Liza's had enough of men,
she says: she won't get burned again,
she says: they don't know how to fuck,
her last boyfriend, the shmuck,
shared with her a nice disease,
kept her passive, on her knees,
till one day she took his car,
and drove it to the city.

Liza had put down a few,
when she met this girl named Lou,
who convinced her to go home with her,
she said: "My name's Louise,
now would you take your clothes off please?
I wanna take you to the moon and back,
so get on your back."

With a flick of the tongue,
she made her scream,
she made her laugh,
she made her dance,
she was happy for the first time,
and you know she wanted more.

Now with her legs spread wider,
she needed to have Louise inside her,
she said: "I'll never forget the first time you kissed me,
now I want you to fist me."
Louise didn't need a second invitation,
she knew just what to do,
she knew just what to do.
Liza had cum a few times before,
but she had never even seen the door,
into the world of pleasures of the flesh,
she felt just like 16,
and her life before now was a dream,
or even a nightmare that's over and done,
just like warm healing rays,
shining from the sun.

they make her beam,
they make her laugh,
they make her dance.
She was happy for the first time,
and you know she wanted more.
You know she wanted more.
You know she wanted more." (1)

NOFX

(1) retirado do cd dos NOFX, white trash, two heebs and a bean, de 1992.

sexualidade

2008-08-03T23:15:00.003Z

(desenho de raymond pettibon, "no title - wheter you have", 2008)

"Porque rege a sexualidade, os problemas de funcionamento do Chacra Sagrado situam-se, com frequência, na puberdade. O despertar da sexualidade costuma ser um período perturbador. Primeiro, porque o organismo está programado para, nessa época, produzir metamorfoses profundas, o que, só por si, costuma deixar os adolescentes um tanto desorientados. Segundo, porque pais e educadores - geralmente com falta de educação a este nível - raramente estão preparados para ensinar como viver saudavelmente essa fase e utilizar essa energia extremamente poderosa.

Por um lado, fora de casa, a Escola não tem cumprido essa função cabalmente; por outro lado, dentro de casa, talvez os pais, no seu tempo de adolescentes, já tenham visto a sua própria sensualidade e sexualidade recalcadas. Não admira, portanto, que dessa privação recebida dos seus próprios pais, tenha resultado a ausência do estímulo sensual, como carícias, ternuras ou outras formas de contacto físico." (1)

(1) SOUSA, Vitorino de - Manual da leveza: visita de médico ao chacra raíz. Carcavelos: Angelorum Novalis, 2004. ISBN 972-8680-93-3. pg. 140.

Onde está o verdadeiro significado do toque nas nossas vidas? Será que nos tocamos o suficiente? Será que tocamos suficientemente os nossos amigos, os nossos familiares, quem está ao nosso lado? E não se trata apenas do toque emocional, daquele toque que ama e faz amar; mas, também do verdadeiro contacto físico de pele contra pele.

catarina nunes de almeida

2008-07-31T23:34:00.003Z

(quadro de jonathan meese, "ohne titel", 1994)

"Só de olhos fechados compreendíamos a escuridão dos olhos
o comprimento azulado dos homens que partiam
fabricantes de janelas de tecidos de ruas
com cheiro de peixes vivos.
Era um linguajar mitológico: cada fonema solar
glorificando a cegueira uma morte igual à morte -
os autos das barcas que naquela tarde. (1)

catarina nunes de almeida

(1) ALMEIDA, Catarina Nunes de - A metamorfose das plantas dos pés. Porto: Deriva, 2008. ISBN 978-972-9250-44-6. p. 13.

rainer maria rilke

2008-07-31T19:39:00.002Z

(quadro de peter doig, "drifter", 1999)

"Guarda-te melhor
guarda-te caminhante
do caminho que também caminha" (1)

rainer maria rilke

(1) RILKE, Rainer Maria apud ALMEIDA, Catarina Nunes de - A metamorfose das plantas dos pés. Porto: Deriva, 2008. ISBN 978-972-9250-44-6. p. 7.

"glimpses, audio: driving late" (pete simonelli)

2008-07-31T17:24:00.003Z

(quadro de cecily brown, "sweetie", 2001)

"To the immediate west, a beautiful sight,
and simple in its looming--
I have the Sutro's constellation perched above me,
its four red points blinking the the drink of fog and night
like some ethereal port of entry.
The radio says it's coming up on 4AM,

and 16th street's suddenly hotwired
with chivying cries of the highly sexed.
A barrage of them, eerily canned,
one playboy after another sounding off
burdened reports through the air:
invisible behind trees
and penumbras of streetlamps, but
voices all the same, looping down
from second and third story windows,
each one flared from the augurs
of narcotic frights to pass leeward and careless
to the women below.

You motherfuckers are goin' to jail...

And just like that-- a tacit inception or a shared
psychic reasoning-- and the night falls slapdash
into fugue,
its haunted figure askitter with needlepoints surging
willy-nilly through the body of them,
as they go veering across the darkness
like startled insects,
a scratching,
sniffing,
febrile emblem of indecisiveness,
pushing on buzzers,
imploring upward in hisses--
every one of them

dying a little more.
Like the kid asprawl on the stoop,
sick and keenly marginal
like a late model Tantalus in up to his neck,
denied fruit,
and so realizing that the stuff's bigger than him;
that it's the unrequited love and therefore
in everything he sees." (1)

The Enablers

(1) retirado do cd dos Enablers, End Note (2004)

"the auld triangle" (b. behan)

2008-07-23T14:36:00.003Z

(quadro de walter pichler)

"A hungry feeling
came o'er me stealing
and the mice were squeeling
in my prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
all along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! To start the morning
the warden bawling
"get up out of bed, you! And Clean out your cell!"
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
all along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! the screw was peeping
and the lag was sleeping
as he lay weeping
for his girl Sal
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
all along the banks of the Royal Canal

On a fine Spring evening
the lag lay dreaming
and the sea-gulls were wheeling
high above the wall
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
all along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! the wind was sighing
and the day was dying
as the lag lay crying
in his prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-bloody-jangle
all along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the women's prison
there are seventy women
and I wish it was with them
that I did dwell
Then that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle
all along the banks of the Royal Canal" (1)

THE POGUES

(1) retirado do cd dos Pogues, Red Roses for Me, 1984)

"down by the water" (polly jean harvey)

2008-07-23T01:02:00.003Z

(fotografia de shirin neshat, "sem título (zarin series)", 2005)

"I lost my heart
under the bridge
to that little girl
so much to me

And now I'm old
and now I holler
she'll never know
just what I found

That blue eyed girl
she said "no more"
that blue eyed girl
became blue eyed whore

Down by the water
i took her hand
just like my daughter
won't see her again

Oh help me jesus
come through this storm
i had to lose her
to do her harm

I heard her holler
i heard her moan
my lovely daughter
i took her home

Little fish. big
fish. Swimming in the
water.

Come back here, man.
gimme my daughter.

Little fish. big
fish. Swimming in the
water.

Come back here, man.
gimme my daughter." (1)

PJ HARVEY

(1) retirado do cd de pj harvey, to bring you my love, de 1995.

portugal não é um país plural

2008-07-22T10:26:00.003Z

(fotografia de ângela ferreira, "casa de colonos abandonada", 2007)

hermínio martins escrevia isto em 1971. em 37 anos, muita coisa mudou:

"Portugal não é uma sociedade «plural». Um estudo comparativo das sociedades europeias mostra que Portugal se caracteriza por um grau invulgar de homogeneidade nacional. Tal descoberta é válida se tivermos em consideração a homogeneidade racial, étnica, linguística, religiosa ou cultural e é igualmente válida quando comparamos Portugal com outras sociedades, pequenas ou grandes, da Europa Mediterrânica ou do Noroeste. Esta importante particularidade societária foi obscurecida pela maior proeminência internacional do anómalo estatuto imperial de Portugal. Na realidade, historicamente, Portugal caracteriza-se por um baixo nível de diversidade etno-cultural interna, pelo menos igual, se não inferior, ao nível de diversidade dos outros impérios europeus. Mas, contrariamente às outras ex-potências imperiais, ainda não absorveu nenhuma fracção significativa dos seus súbditos coloniais ou ex-coloniais e, portanto, não diversificou a sua composição etno-cultural. Paradoxalmente, para uma sociedade «oceânica», Portugal tem tido bastante êxito na «exportação» dessa mesma diversidade etno-cultural" (1)

hermínio martins

(1) MARTINS - Hermínio - MARTINS, Hermínio - Classe, status e poder e outros ensaios sobre o portugal contemporâneo. Lisboa: Instituto de Ciências Sociais, 1998. ISBN 972-671-051-0. p. 99.

como já foi dito atrás, muita coisa mudou nos últimos 37 anos. portugal está mais diverso, deixou de ser um país apenas de emigração para ser, cada vez mais, um país de imigração. em 37 anos, recebemos muitos africanos vindos das ex-colónias, muitos brasileiros, muitos europeus de países como a ucrânia, roménia, etc. mas, será que estamos mais integrados? será que essa homogeneidade cultural de portugal se mantém?

jorge vicente

"as tears goes by" (mick jagger / keith richards / andrew loog oldham)

2008-07-16T21:12:00.007Z

(fotografia de dave anderson, da série "rough beauty")

"It is the evening of the day,
i sit and watch the children play.
Smiling faces I can see, but not for me,
i sit and watch as tears go by.

My riches can't buy ev'rything,
i want to hear the children sing.
All I hear is the sound of rain
falling on the ground,
i sit and watch as tears go by.

It is the evening of the day,
i sit and watch the children play.
Doin' things I used to do they think are new.
i sit and watch as tears go by." (1)

the rolling stones

(1) retirado do cd dos rolling stones, hot rocks 1964-1971 (1972)

do you play as you used to do
do you smile as you smiled
as a kid

infancy is just a state of being
a tenderness in smile
and the constant lightning

around the eyes

"3ème sexe" (leteutre)

2008-07-16T16:31:00.006Z

(fotografia de ken rosenthal, "missing - FNT #1", s/d)

"dans la rue des tenues charmantes
maquillé comme mon fiancé
garçon fille l'allure stupéfiante
cheveux longs cheveux blonds colorés
toute nue dans une boite en fer
il est bel il est beau décrié
l'outrage mais j'en ai rien á faire

j'ai pas envie de la voir nue
j'ai pas envie de la voir nu
et j'aime cette fille aux cheveux longs
et ce garçon qui pourrait dire non

et on se prend la main
et on se prend la main
une fille au masculin
un garçon au feminin

des visages dans des cheveux d'or
qui oublient leur vertue
mais c'est pas vrai qu'ils ont l'air d'un conquistador
assexués une fois devetus
quoi croire quand on les voit comme ça
excitant toutes les petites filles
pourquoi on y croit plus comme ça
isolé dans un corps presqu'il

et on se prend la main
et on se prend la main
une fille au masculin
un garçon au feminin
des robes longues pour tous les garçons
habillés comme ma fiancée
pour des filles sans contrefaçon
maquillées comme mon fiancé
le grand choc pour les plus vicieux
c'est bientot la chasse aux sorcières
ambigüe jusqu'au fond des yeux
le retour de Jupiter" (1)

Miss Kittin

(1) retirado do cd de miss kittin, i.com (2004).

what is below the precious body?

the dove?
or a river of tremendous power?

both man and woman converge.

"little room" (jack white / meg white)

2008-07-14T12:58:00.002Z

(fotografia de warren h. anderson)

"well you're in your little room
and you're working on something good
but if it's really good
you're gonna need a bigger room
and when you're in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started
sitting in your little room" (1)

the white stripes

(1) retirado do cd dos white stripes, white blood cells, de 2001.

impermanência

2008-07-05T04:17:00.002Z

(fotografia de warren h. anderson)

"o que é nascido morrerá,
o que foi reunido será disperso,
o que foi acumulado esgotar-se-á,
o que foi construído ruirá,
o que esteve no alto descerá" (1)

sogyal rimpoche

(1) RIMPOCHE, Sogyal apud SOUSA, Vitorino de - Manual da leveza: visita de médico ao chacra raíz. Carcavelos: Angelorum Novalis, 2004. ISBN 972-8680-93-3. pg. 109, 110.

am i falling?

2008-07-02T23:57:00.003Z

(quadro de joe forkan)

"como já reparaste, uma forma drástica de evitar (fugir de) uma situação é desmaiar. quando desmaias perdes o contacto com a realidade e, evidentemente, «retiras-te» para o inconsciente. ao menos por uns momentos, os problemas (dores, por exemplo) deixam de existir." (1)

vitorino de sousa

(1) SOUSA, Vitorino de - Manual da leveza: visita de médico ao chacra raíz. Carcavelos: Angelorum Novalis, 2004. ISBN 972-8680-93-3. pg. 104.

am i screaming

am i falling

"the window" (leonard cohen)

2008-07-02T15:36:00.003Z

(fotografia de alvin booth, "osmosis series #0102446",s/d)

"why do you stand by the window
abandoned to beauty and pride
the thorn of the night in your bosom
the spear of the age in your side
lost in the rages of fragrance
lost in the rags of remorse
lost in the waves of a sickness
that loosens the high silver nerves

o chosen love, o frozen love
o tangle of matter and ghost
o darling of angels, demons and saints
and the whole broken-hearted host
gentle this soul

come forth from the cloud of unknowing
and kiss the cheek of the moon
the new jerusalem glowing
why tarry all night in the ruin
and leave no word of discomfort
and leave no observer
to mourn
but climb on your tears to be silent
like the rose on its ladder of thorn

o chosen love, o frozen love
o tangle of matter and ghost
o darling of angels, demons and saints
and the whole broken-hearted host
gentle this soul

then lay your rose on the fire
the fire give up to the sun
the sun give over to splendor
in the arms of the High Holy One
for the Holy One dreams of a letter
dreams of a letter's death
oh bless the continuous stutter
of the word being made into flesh

o chosen love, o frozen love
o tangle of matter and ghost
o darling of angels, demons and saints
and the whole broken-hearted host
gentle this soul" (1)

leonard cohen

(1) retirado do cd recent songs de leonard cohen, 1979.

aragem

2008-06-30T23:59:00.002Z

(quadro de michael kenna, "falaise d'aval la nuit, eratat, france", 2000)

não, não existe o silêncio
apenas penumbra que se expele
do silêncio do mar

das curvas das rochas e do canto dos pássaros,
que surgem desfraldados no nevoeiro seco

em círculos infinitos
em busca da água

e do peixe, sempre o peixe, que se esconde
no mastro das algas.

jorge vicente

(poema de 2002)