Ultimamente tenho o vício de querer deixar de ter vontades

cos "All I ever wanted has everything"

"You should use your pain and sorrow to fill you up with power." - Björk

Iznogoud - Moi Méme

Sobreviver

SOBREVIVER


Ou uma viagem pela brutalidade e violência da/na sociedade actual, com passagem pelo quotidiano e breve descida ao inferno.

"-O meu sapato é diferente do teu sapato."

"A dificuldade da existência estava precisamente neste problema concreto: por diversas vezes Walser se vira, ao longe, alegre, e também de longe observara a sua própria tristeza ou irritação. Nada de mais. Mas o que nunca conseguira era ser exterior à indiferença; ser exterior a si nos momentos, inúmeros, em que se encontrava neutro face às coisas, inerte e em estado de espera perante a possibilidade de um acto ou do seu contrário. Quanto mais intensidade existia no corpo, mais fácil era afastar-se, ser testemunha de si próprio. As dificuldades de observação privilegiada, de uma existência que lhe pertencia, surgiam assim, de um modo extremo, quando a intensidade dos sentimentos era quase nula. Se ele já lá não estava – na existência – como se poderia ainda afastar mais?
Mas o que era concretamente este lá, este outro sítio que por vezes parecia ser o seu centro outras vezes o seu oposto? Sobre a localização geral desse lá, Walser não tinha dúvidas: era o cérebro. Era ali que tudo se passava ou que tudo o que se passava era observado. Ali fazia, e ali via-se a fazer. Como qualquer louco normal, pensou Walser, e sorriu da fórmula."
Gonçalo M. Tavares, in 'A Máquina de Joseph Walser'

SENSURROUND
16 Fevereiro a 5 Março, às 21h00, domingos às 17h30
texto de Gonçalo M. Tavares
direcção Lúcia Sigalho
Com Adelaide João, António Rama, Diogo Dória,Luz da Camara, Marta Furtado, Miguel Borges,Tiago Barbosa, Tiago Porteiro, Vera Paz e Victor Gonçalves
espaço cénico Manuel Graça Dias e Egas José Vieira
figurinos e adereços Joana Vasconcelos
criação vestido suspenso João Figueira Nogueira
desenho de luz Daniel Worm D'Assumpção
fotografia de cena Abílio Leitão
realização vídeo Acácio de Almeida
música original Vítor Rua

I almost forget to say:

Way back then (snowing reprise)

Lisboa 54

Peripatetic

Ontem a minha mente passeava-se pelo beiral de uma estação de metro, enquanto percorria a pé a Almirante Reis.

Down is my favourite flavour of the week

This one is called “Stella was a diver and she’s always down”

...

well she was my catatonic sex toy love-joy diver
she went down down down there into the sea yeah
she went down down down there down there for me

...

there's something that's invisible
there's some things you can't hide
try to detect you when i'm sleeping
in a wave you say
goodbye

by Interpol

Piropos da semana

De rajada três piropos vindos directamente da cultural popular nortenha:

- oh murcona comia-te o sufixo

- as tuas cuecas devem ser tmn porque o teu cu é um mimo

- pra mim és como um helicóptero: gira e boa

Bem hajam

Just a Reminder:

"I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you."
Frida Kahlo

LOCAL
Lisboa, Centro Cultural de Belém - Pç. Império
HORARIOS
De 23-02-2006 a 21-05-2006Terça a domingo das 10h00 às 19h00 (última admissão às 18h15)

The bright eyed boy said:

If you walk away, I’ll walk away.

First tell me which road you will take.

I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day.

So you walk that way,

I’ll walk this way

...to a life on charm

Photo by Pe@rl manipulated by Me

Sliding...

The family tree was chain-sawed Wednesday week.
So now I have to mingle with the meek.
Hey mister! you have finally met your match
Now everybody wants to kiss my snatch
—To go where God knows who has gone before.
I am a muse, not a mistress, not a whore.
Oh — suburban shits who want some class
All queue up to kiss my ass
And I was only trying to please
I never got any royalties oh no — not me
I'm still sliding through life on charm
Sliding through life on charm.
If Marianne was born a man she'd show you all
A way to piss your life against the wall.
Go ahead why don't you leave me to these thugs ?
And creeps who want to fuck a nun on drugs.
Is it such a sin I never, ever tried too hard ?
I had to know how far was going too far
—In proper homes throughout the land
Fathers try to understand
Why Eunice who is seventeen — aspires to live her life like me
Oh no — Can't ya see, Daddy ?She's just captivated by my charm
Sliding through life on charm.Sliding ...Sliding ...Never!
I wonder why the schools don't teach anything useful these days
Like how to fall from grace, and slide with elegance from a pedestal
I never asked to be on in the first place.

Sliding on charm

"Marianne Faithfull"

Bottom is the flavour of the day

So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiancé seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god” and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.” And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn’t dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

It’ll go like this:
While my mother waters plants
My father loads his guns
He says death will give us back to god
Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be one
We must run, we must run, we must run

We must hang up in the belfry
Where the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

And then we’ll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything
And then we’ll see it, oh we’ll see it, we’ll see it, we’ll see it

Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world’s waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I’m happy just becauseI found out I am really no one

"At The Bottom Of Everything" - Bright Eyes

Today's Flavour: Strange

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

(Billie Holiday)

Hoje o "sabor" é: Top

Yeah, we fell top

and we wont stop till we get bored

just ride a bike if you fell like

I'll be the forke.

(Pinhead Society)

Just a Feeling

Destroços

Photo By Pearl

Manipulated by Someone Else

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