Troubled Water

Soon now, we'll mark the year's end that approaches, It's like a snake that crawls into a hole. Already half its scaly length is hidden, What man can stop us losing the last trace? And even if we want to tie its tail, No matter how we try, we can't succeed. The children make all effort not to sleep, We laugh together, watching through the night. The cockerels should not cry the dawn for now, The drums as well should give the hour respect. We sat so long the lamp's burnt down to ash, I rise and see the Plough is slanting north. Next year, perhaps, my span of years could end, My fear is that I've just been marking time. So exert ourselves to the utmost here tonight, I still admire the exuberance of our youth! New Year's Watch - Su Shi

John Everett Millais (1851–1985) «Eu sou Ofélia. Aquela que o rio não conservou. A mulher na forca. A mulher com as veias cortadas. A mulher com excesso de dose SOBRE OS LÁBIOS NEVE a mulher com a cabeça no fogão a gás. Ontem deixei de me matar. Estou só com meus seios, minhas coxas, meu ventre. Rebento os instrumentos do meu cativeiro – a cadeira, a mesa, a cama. Destruo o campo de batalha que foi o meu lar. Escancaro as portas para que o vento possa entrar e o grito do mundo. Despedaço a janela. Com as mãos sangrando rasgo as fotografias dos homens que amei e que se serviram de mim na cama, mesa, na cadeira, no chão. Toco fogo na minha prisão. Atiro minhas roupas no fogo. Exumo do meu peito o relógio que era o meu coração. Vou para rua, vestida em meu sangue.» «Aqui fala Electra. No coração das trevas. Sob o sol da tortura. Para as metrópoles do mundo. Em nome das vítimas. Rejeito todo o sémen que recebi. Transformo o leite dos meus peitos em veneno mortal. Renego o...

Ladies, on whom my attentions have waited If you consider my merits are small Etiolated, alembicated, Orotund, tasteless, fantastical, Monotonous, crotchety, constipated, Impotent galamatias Affected, possibly imitated, For Christ's sake stick it up your ass. Ladies, who find my intentions ridiculous Awkward, insipid and horribly gauche Pompous, pretentious, ineptly meticulous Dull as the heart of an unbaked brioche Floundering versicles freely versiculous Often attenuate, frequently crass Attempts at emotion that turn isiculous, For Christ's sake stick it up your ass. Ladies who think me unduly vociferous Amiable cabotin making a noise That people may cry out "this stuff is too stiff for us"- Ingenuous child with a box of new toys Toy lions carnivorous, cannon fumiferous Engines vaporous- all this will pass; Quite innocent, -"he only wants to make shiver us." For Christ's sake stick it up your ass. And when thyself ...

A vós, fanchono beato, sodomita com bioco, e finíssimo rabi sem nasceres cristão-novo: A vós, cabra dos colchões, que estoqueando-lhe os lombos, sois fisgador de lombrigas nas alagoas do olho. ® A cada canto um grande conselheiro, Que nos quer governar cabana e vinha; Não sabem governar sua cozinha, E podem governar o mundo inteiro. Em cada porta um bem freqüente olheiro, Que a vida do vizinho e da vizinha Pesquisa, escuta, espreita e esquadrinha, Para o levar à praça e ao terreiro. Muitos mulatos desavergonhados, Trazidos sob os pés os homens nobres, Posta nas palmas toda a picardia, Estupendas usuras nos mercados, Todos os que não furtam muito pobres: E eis aqui a cidade da Bahia. Gregório de Matos

Longe Hei-de acabar por me sentir longe Longe de tudo Hei-de pertencer cada vez mais Ao horizonte Hei-de ficar ao longe Barco Conscientemente afastado De si próprio A esperança é um barco A luz é uma viagem Silêncio deitado ao comprido no horizonte infinita- mente desdobrado  Sobre o silêncio incide o mais severo encanto Todos atraiçoamos a verdade todos os dias A verdade não existe Nós muito menos Falei Cantei cantei demais Arrisquei quebrar o arco-íris Mas até em estilhaço continuaria o encantamento A luz que de ti me vem devolvo-a amorosamente a tudo quanto existe Petrificado de maravilha Só depois viu que tinha estado no paraíso  Alberto de Lacerda

Posto de Trabalho - Valter Vinagre (Fundação EDP, 2015) «Quando se toca em determinados aspectos do comportamento humano, como este , o usual é encararmos com discursos de crítica, atitudes de reprovação e conotações desonrosas. Quase como um fanatismo. O que não admira quando alguns — rectius, muitos — se arvoram em padrão único a seguir. Intolerâncias de uma sociedade que se afirma livre. Livre para analisar os outros, livre para satirizar os outros, livre para repreender os outros, livre para incompreender os outros, livre para condenar os outros. Esta tranquilidade investida de superioridade numérica é problemática. O universo humano é plural. As singularidades são componentes da totalidade. O armazenamento do preconceito cria fronteiras, traça desigualdades, destrói afinidades e acentua antagonismos.[...] A discriminação nega a heterogeneidade e é uma arma extremista, selectiva e agressora da auto-imagem do outro, da concepção do indivíduo enquanto tal e do seu dir...

The sad and solemn night Has yet her multitude of cheerful fires; The glorious host of light Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; All through her silent watches, gliding slow, Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. Day, too, hath many a star To grace his gorgeous reign, as bright as they: Through the blue fields afar, Unseen, they follow in his flaming way: Many a bright lingerer, as the eve grows dim, Tells what a radiant troop arose and set with him. And thou dost see them rise, Star of the Pole! and thou dost see them set. Alone, in thy cold skies, Thou keep'st thy old unmoving station yet, Nor join'st the dances of that glittering train, Nor dipp'st thy virgin orb in the blue western main. There, at morn's rosy birth, Thou lookest meekly through the kindling air, And eve, that round the earth Chases the day, beholds thee watching there; There noontide finds thee, and the hour that calls The shapes of polar flame t...

In the silent depth of space, Old, immeasurably far, Glittering with a silver flame Through eternity, Rolls a great and burning star, With a noble name,        Alcyone! Herbert James Draper , Halcyone , 1915 In the glorious chart of heaven It is marked the first of seven; ’Tis a Pleiad: And a hundred years of earth With their long-forgotten deeds have come and gone, Since that tiny point of light, Once a splendour fierce and bright, Had its birth In the star we gaze upon. It has travelled all that time— Thought has not a swifter flight— Through a region where no faintest gust Of life comes ever, but the power of night Dwells stupendous and sublime, Limitless and void and lonely, A region mute with age, and peopled only With the dead and ruined dust Of worlds that lived eternities ago. Man! when thou dost think of this, And what our earth and its existence is, The half-blind toils since life began, The little aims, the...

Melor Typhoon on Legazpi Bay , Philippines «Reflecting on our journey and on the process and the overall big picture where we confront climate change as a whole human family. It is important for us to realise that every step counts. It started literally on a long walk like the one we did from Rome to Paris, but every step counts in solving climate change. Let us continue to believe that humanity will find a way. In our everyday lives whether individuals, communities or entire cities, and hopefully even nations, just do even little things that contribute towards a bigger thing. It can really confront the climate crisis and address the climate change in a very big way. That has been our message and it carries with it a message of hope for all of us.» Yeb Saño E pela inscrição do fabrico de chocalhos !

This land is mine God gave this land to me This brave and ancient land To me And when the morning sun Reveals her hills and plains Then I see a land Where children can run free So take my hand And walk this land with me And walk this lovely land With me Though I am just a man When you are by my side With the help of God I know I can be strong Though I am just a man When you are by my side With the help of God I know I can be strong To make this land our home If I must fight, I will fight To make this land our own Until I die, this land is mine The Exodus Song (This Land Is Mine) by Ernest Gold From April's Empire by The Duke of Uke and His Novelty Orchestra Nina Paley's Blog

“No fiction, no myths, no lies, no tangled webs - this is how Irie imagined her homeland. Because homeland is one of the magical fantasy words like unicorn and soul and infinity that have now passed into language.” “These days, it feels to me like you make a devil's pact when you walk into this country. You hand over your passport at the check-in, you get stamped, you want to make a little money, get yourself started... but you mean to go back! Who would want to stay? Cold, wet, miserable; terrible food, dreadful newspapers - who would want to stay? In a place where you are never welcomed, only tolerated. Just tolerated. Like you are an animal finally house-trained.” “If religion is the opiate of the people, tradition is an even more sinister analgesic, simply because it rarely appears sinister. If religion is a tight band, a throbbing vein, and a needle, tradition is a far homelier concoction: poppy seeds ground into tea; a sweet cocoa drink laced with cocaine; the...

«Voy pensando que un libro nace de una insatisfación, nace de un vacío, cuyos perímetros van revelándose en el transcurso y final de un trabajo. Seguramente escribirlo es llenar ese vacío. En el libro que terminé ayer, todos los personages acaban siendo exploradores del abismo o, mejor dicho, del contenido de ese abismo. Investigan en la nada y no cesan asta dar con uno de sus posibles contenidos, pues sin duda que les disgustaría ser confundidos con nihilistas. Todos ellos han elegido, como actitud ante el mundo, asomarse al vacío. Y no hay duda que conectan con una frase de Kafka: "Fuera de aquí, tal es mi meta."   La angustia de la partida , 1914 Creía que mis exploradores venían de ahí hasta que, hará unas semanas. encontré casualmente la frase que había atribuída a Kafka y descubrí que no se acercaba a la que él había dicho. La verdadera frase era ésta: "Cuanto más marchan los hombres, tanto más se alejan de la meta. Gastan sus fuerzas en vano. Piensan qu...