The garden flew round with the angel,

The angel flew round with the clouds,
And the clouds flew round and the clouds flew round
And the clouds flew round with the clouds.

Is there any secret in skulls,
The cattle skulls in the woods?
Do the drummers in black hoods
Rumble anything out of their drums?

Mrs. Anderson's Swedish baby
Might well have been German or Spanish,
But that things go round and again go round
Has rather a classical sound.

Wallace Stevens, "The Pleasures of Merely Circulating"

Photo: Maia Flore

Of instruction which does not become life

Modern man... has become a strolling spectator and has arrived at a condition in which even great wars and revolutions are able to influence him for hardly more than a moment... Thus the individual grows fainthearted and unsure and dares no longer believe in himself: he sinks into his own subjective depths, which here means into the accumulated lumber of what he has learned but which has no outward effect, of instruction which does not become life. 

Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations (1876: só o emprego do masculino está desactualizado, porque o argumento...)

A noite faz-se no regresso às palavras simples, de cadência húmida e escura. Recolhe-se na hipotenusa das constelações, buscando o conforto na cratera do sono, onde habitam o sangue e a terra primeva.

Um resto de cinza amniótica.

De pedra

". . . quantas vezes aconteceu mostrarmo-nos como quem somos, e não valeu a pena, não estava lá ninguém para ver."

José Saramago, A jangada de pedra

Da alma

Ingmar Bergman, Persona (1966)

"I had no anxieties about artistic failure"

 

Na verdade, esquecera-se da perfeita dimensão conjugativa dos verbos, e os dedos estranhavam-lhe agora as arestas da sintaxe. A escrita encolhera-se e ficara de trazer por casa, pateta e triste, fechada num amuo de limpar os cantos. Os abismos da tarde, esses, passaram a fingir-se num vestido onde por vezes lhe dançava o Verão. Era Inverno.

A parca lucidez talvez viesse da atenção excessiva dada às coisas – toda ela das coisas, nas coisas – ou então daquele calor que subitamente se abatera sobre a terra, murchando as gentes num trigo frágil.

I’ll think about that tomorrow.

Por ora, os dias seriam passados de pé, como uma árvore sem ramos subitamente habitada por um formigueiro intravenoso.

“Para quando a escuridão?”

Como se o caminho indicado pelos joelhos fosse capaz de se desdobrar numa calçada de açucenas, tão mais sonante ao redor de si mesma.      

Foto: Maura Sullivan

Because of the alarming nature of darkness

The lighting must be better protected than now. The lamps must be enclosed in a steel grid to prevent their being damaged. Lights could be eliminated, since they are never used. However, it has been observed that when the doors are shut, the load always presses hard against them as soon as darkness sets in, which makes closing the doors difficult. Also, because of the alarming nature of darkness, screaming always occurs when the doors are closed. It would therefore be useful to light the lamps before and during the first moments of the operation.

... (1942)

No número 51 do Boulevard Saint-Jacques

Imitate the seamless heavens, lie
forehead lost in deepest dirt. My ear
is to your breast, I hear the grass
grow words. Its lips are yours, moving.

Tom Mandel, "Poem"

Então, como se toca?

- Não é correcto tocares assim nas coisas - dizia-lhe a mãe.
- Então, como se toca?
- Com menos força, agarrando menos. Não te envolvas tanto.

Gonçalo M. Tavares, Jerusalém 

Foto: Maura Sullivan

Pelo que me toca, responderei também, e mostrarei o que sei, pois estou cheio de palavras, e o espírito que está dentro de mim oprime-me.

O meu peito é como o vinho arrolhado, como vinho pronto a rebentar em odres novos.

Livro de Job, 32:17 – 19

I have nothing to do with explosions*

*Sylvia Plath, "Tulips"

Foto (?)

If the past is an irreparable fact, the present can be a revisable fiction.

Harold Schweizer, Suffering and the Remedy of Art 

. . . Sempre depois da sesta chamando as flores . . .

your world//out of life

no real name given.

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How could I run without losing anything?

Dias em modo repeat...

…não moem, mas matam.

But then are we in order when we are most out of order.

William Shakespeare, Henry VI

and other / escape substances

To flourish we must absorb more than we exude.
It is normal therefore for the body to perish.
But much does drip and escape from the corporeal
tissues and we use this excess to make belief and other
escape substances.

Lisa Robertson, "Notes for Temporary Horizontal Restaurants - Note 2"

To love makes one solitary, she thought.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

Foto: Virginia Woolf , usando um vestido da sua mãe