Ignorance

Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.

Philip Larkin, The Whitsun Weddings (1964).

quem se lembra...

deste accent?

The national - BOXER

Portugal português

ventos quentes de Bergen

I'D Rather Dance With You

Misread

Kings of Convenience, Riot on an Empty Street (2004)

Tróia.Agosto.2006

Quero um erro de gramática que refaça
na metade luminosa o poema do mundo,
e que Deus mantenha oculto na metade nocturna
o erro do erro:
alta voltagem do ouro,
bafo no rosto.

Herberto Helder

BANDA SONORA DO DIA

(2000)

Variation on the Word Sleep


I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

Selected Poems II: 1976-1986 by Margaret Atwood. 1987

Marlene Dumas

Passion, 1994

"My best works are erotic displays of mental confusions (with intrusions of irrelevant information)." Marlene Dumas

beijo yin yang

My Blueberry Nights de Wong Kar Wai.

cannes 07

em memória de um amigo

01-01-2007.Manta Rota.21:48

a poesia não tem saído à rua, por aqui

ENA, ENA!!

Lembro-me deste TóColante.

aliteração

tantos, todos, tão distante!

Big Wheel

com a devida vénia desde que descobri que havia humor para além de Jerry Lewis e 'Cinderelo dos Pés Grandes'

sempre repetido, sempre genial

quando o meu lado mais 'chunga' está em alta...

algo acontece Cristiano Ronaldo na Vogue Portuguesa

a heteronímia de Tori Amos

American Doll Posse

Santa, Clyde, Isabel, Tori e Pip.

Each of these archetypes symbolizes a particular side of her musical personality, and each is based on one of the female constituents of the Greek pantheon. Isabel, Amos explained, is a photographer and a reflection of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. Clyde, who was inspired by Persephone, the goddess of the underworld, embodies the singer's emotional and idealistic side. There's also Pip, the confrontational "warrior woman" based on Athena, and Santa, the sensual side of the artist, who was inspired by Aphrodite. (MTV News)

onde se escondeu este

gato?

nem primavera

nem poesia

nem mellow

mellow

obrigada