Lost 2005 Oil on linen 48 x 28
http://www.tatanavia.com/

«Ed assopra em jeito de resposta, após o que convida Bowen a sentar-se, citando inesperadamente uma passagem de Walden ao apontar para a única cadeira que há no quarto. Thoreau dizia que tinha três cadeiras na sua casa, observa Ed. Uma para a solidão, duas para a amizade, três para a sociedade. Eu só tenho uma cadeira para a solidão. Se incluirmos a cama, pode ser que fiquemos com duas para a amizade. Mas sociedade é coisa que não há aqui. Já tive sociedade que chegue depois de tantos anos ao volante do táxi».

Paul Auster, A Noite do Oráculo (Edições Asa, 2004, pág. 65)

Sigur Ros: “Njósnavélin,” from the ( ) LP (Fat Cat, 2002)

http://www.imanmaleki.com/

Conta-mo outra vez:

é tão bonito

que não me canso nunca de escutá-lo.

Repete-me outra vez que o par do conto foi feliz até à morte.

Que ela não lhe foi infiel,

que a ele nem sequer

lhe ocorreu enganá-la. E não te esqueças

de que, apesar do tempo e dos problemas,

continuaram beijando-se cada noite.

Conta-mo mil vezes por favor:

é a história mais bela que conheço.

Amalia Bautista

http://www.mandiczdravko.co.yu/english.htm

O que é que leva o meu barco

para esta praia

onde um poder esquivo

se contenta

com a ambígua oferta de palavras?

Estamos aqui

no exíguo barco de desejos

exibidos

na frágil singularidade do verbo

Insatisfeitos sempre

aguardamos

que se abram

as inpensáveis portas da ilusão.

Ana Hatherly in. " O Pavão Negro " assírio & alvim

Ocean Without a Shore, a new work by Bill Viola

http://www.oceanwithoutashore.com/

http://www.tate.org.uk/tateshots/episode.jsp?item=10088

Hearing things more than beings,

listening to the voice of fire,

the voice of water.

Hearing in wind the weeping bushes,

sighs of our forefathers.
The dead are never gone:

they are in the shadows.

The dead are not in earth:

they’re in the rustling tree,

the groaning wood,

water that runs,

water that sleeps;

they’re in the hut,in the crowd,

the dead are not dead.
The dead are never gone,

they’re in the breast of a woman,

they’re in the crying of a child,

in the flaming torch.

The dead are not in the earth:

they’re in the dying fire,

the weeping grasses,

whimpering rocks,

they’re in the forest,

they’re in the house,

the dead are not dead.

...the light is alive.

'Sunrise In A Valley' 1974 40ins. x 60ins. Oil on canvas

Harold Hitchcock

I built my hut within where others live,

But there is no noise of carriages and horses.

You ask how this is possible:

When the heart is distant, solitude comes.

I pluck chrysanthemums by the eastern fence

And see the distant southern mountains.

The mountain air is fresh at dusk.

Flying birds return in flocks.

In these things there lies a great truth,

But when I try to express it, I cannot find the words.

Tao Yuan-ming (365-427)

Abel Ferrara

Go Go Tales (site). To download or listen, click here.

Windows of Soul

Perdemos repentinamente
a profundidade dos campos
os enigmas singulares
a claridade que juramos
conservar

mas levamos anos
a esquecer alguém
que apenas nos olhou

Jose Tolentino de Mendonça

in T.O.1Alice

Lu Chi's Wen Fu

The Art of Writing

Writing is in itself a joy,

Yet saints and sages have long since held it in awe.

For it is being, created from a void;

It is sound rung out of profound silence.

In a sheet of paper is contained the infinite,

And, evolved from an inch-sized heart, an endless panorama.

The words, as they expand, become all-evocative,

The thought, still further pursued, will run the deeper,

Till flowers in full blossom exhale all-pervading fragrance,

and tender boughs, their saps running, grow to a whole jungle

of splendor.

Bright winds spread luminous wings, quick breezes soar from

the earth, and clouds arise from the writing brushes.

http://www.mnstate.edu/gracyk/courses/web%20publishing/LuChi.htm

Inside of the Ear

Division Day - "Reversible" (Ginormous Remix)

Viva Voce - Fashionably Lonely (from Lovers, Lead The Way!)

Viva Voce - Free Nude Celebs

Viva Voce - Wrecking Ball (Tunng Remix - bonus track on 2xCD)

Fucked Up - Blaze of Glory (live on Dinner with the Band)

Foreign Born - Into Your Dream

The GoStation - All Together Now

Art in Manila - Set the Woods On Fire

Art in Manila - The Abomination

The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home

to see, to review...

The Mourning Forest Naomi Kawase Mogari No Mori

Millais's Ophelia 1851-52

Millais, an exhibition of work by Pre-Raphaelite
John Everett Millais opens at the Tate Britain (through January 13).

"Many of the paintings do have that 'freeze-frame' quality: like stills taken from an imaginary film that Millais is shooting in his head," blogs the Guardian's Peter Bradshaw. "I have to say, however, Ophelia is the most cinematic painting, conceived in pin-sharp deep focus. This picture really does shock me. And I have only just realised quite why I am so fascinated by it."

Une comédie très amusante, où elles se trouvent les plus belles pensées sur la science de l'amour, hier chez D. Maria II (Theatre Nationale)

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST

Contents :

. DRAMATIS PERSONAE
. Scene
. Act I
- Scene I The king of Navarre's park.
- Scene II The same.
. Act II
- Scene I The same.
. Act III
- Scene I The same.
. Act IV
- Scene I The same.
- Scene II The same.
- Scene III The same.
. Act V
- Scene I The same.
- Scene II The same.

Sala Garrett
20 de Set a 28 de Out 2007

de William Shakespeare

Killers Kill, Dead Men Die