Troubled Water

“But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.” “Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact, for so few of us learn that love is tenderness, and tenderness is not, as a fair proportian suspect, pity; and still fewer know that happiness in love is not the absolute focusing of all emotion in another: one has always to love a good many things which the beloved must come only to symbolize; the true beloveds of this world are in their lovers's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landsca...

Martiros Saryan - 'Cão Correndo' (1909) «These different blocs in the Turkish Empire...always conspired against Turkey; because of the hostility of these native peoples, Turkey has lost province after province - Greece, Serbia, Rumania, Bulgaria, Bosnia, Herzegovina, Egypt, and Tripoli. In this way, the Turkish Empire has dwindled almost to nothing.» «It is confirmed that the Armenians should be transferred to the indicated region as communicated in the February 13th telegram. As the situation has been evaluated by the state, the probability of rebellion and protest indicates the need to take action. The increasing possibility of Armenian uprisings requires that every effective means of suppression needs to be applied.» "A Shameful Act: The Armenian Genocide and the Question of Turkish Responsibility" - by Taner Akçam , Paul Bessemer  (2006) «The Porte , acting under the same obligation, and wishing to secure the safety of its army and its citizens, took energetic me...

Samuel Johnson, by John Opie   The Tenth Satire of Juvenal, Imitated Let observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life; Then say how hope and fear, desire and hate, O’erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate, Where wav’ring man, betray’d by vent’rous pride To tread the dreary paths without a guide, As treach’rous phantoms in the mist delude, Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good. How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice, Rules the bold hand, or prompts the suppliant voice, How nations sink, by darling schemes oppress’d, When vengeance listens to the fool’s request. Fate wings with ev’ry wish th’ afflictive dart, Each gift of nature, and each grace of art, With fatal heat impetuous courage glows, With fatal sweetness elocution flows, Impeachment stops the speaker’s pow’rful breath, And restless fire precipitates on death. But scarce observ’d the knowing and the ...

  o god our kaspar is dead & now there's no-one to steal away with the burning flag & snap it every day in the dark cloud's braided hair. no-one to crank the coffee-mill in the ancient cask. no-one to conjure idyllic deer from the petrified grocery bag. no-one to sniff ships umbrellas bee-keepers udders of wind spindles of ozone no-one to filet the pyramids. o god god god our good old kaspar is dead. lord lord kaspar is dead. heart-broken shark's teeth rattle with grief in the belfry when we utter his given name. so i stick to his last, sighing kaspar kaspar kaspar. why have you deserted us. what form has your great soul wandered into now. have you become a star or a chain of water on a hot whirlwind or a plump breast of black light or a transparent brick on the groaning drum of the rocks of existence… o now the crowns of our heads the soles of our feet wither away & angels smolder on the funeral pyre. the dark bowling alley thunders behind the sun & there...

Enter Glendower with Lady Mortimer and Lady Percy. MORTIMER. This is the deadly spite that angers me, My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. GLENDOWER. My daughter weeps, she’ll not part with you, She’ll be a soldier too, she’ll to the wars. MORTIMER. Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [Glendower speaks to Lady Mortimer in Welsh, and she answers him in the same.] GLENDOWER. She is desperate here, a peevish self-willed harlotry, One that no persuasion can do good upon. [Lady Mortimer speaks to Mortimer in Welsh.] MORTIMER. I understand thy looks, that pretty Welsh Which thou pourest down from these swelling heavens I am too perfect in, and but for shame In such a parley should I answer thee. [Lady Mortimer speaks to him again in Welsh.] I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that’s a feeling disputation, But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learnt thy language; for thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly p...

Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home. Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. Now it was the day of Preparation, and the next day was to be a special Sabbath. Because the Jewish leaders did not want the bodies left on the crosses during the Sabbath, they asked Pilate to have the legs broken and the bodies taken down. The soldiers therefore came and broke the legs...

"We are nothing but an American colony," she said. "We import chewing gum and automobiles, books and records and culture. No wonder the Americans have done nothing against the junta. They run the country. What's Onassis? Nothing. "And yet who am I to talk? I make movies, and where does the money come from for them? Sometimes I think I should simply stop acting. A person should change professions every so often. I keep repeating my same skills in film after film. My mind is so deep in laughter and tears. "Why do anything, for that matter? The more mature you become, the less you want to teach. And acting is teaching. I claim that I act because I need to eat. I cry and I eat. But why should I eat simply because I cry well? I should eat because I am hungry. But that is so difficult in this world. "We live surrounded by consumer goods, by artifacts. In the cities, we are victims of the amount of merchandise that needs to be transferred. After they discover...

Já por bárbaros climas entranhado, Já por mares inóspitos vagante, Vítima triste da fortuna errante, Té dos mais desprezíveis desprezado: Da fagueira esperança abandonado, Lassas as forças, pálido o semblante, Sinto rasgar meu peito a cada instante A mágoa de morrer expatriado. Mas, ah! Quem bem maior, se contra a sorte Lá do sepulcro no sagrado hospício Refúgio me promete a amiga Morte! Vem, pois, ó nume aos míseros propício, Vem livrar-me da mão pesada e forte, Que de rastos me leva ao precipício! Soneto XLVIII - Bocage [...] Ou não tem. Porque o que se vê hoje um pouco por toda a Europa é que alguns dos partidos do centro político se têm deixado contagiar pela agenda anti-imigrantes da extrema-direita, levando-os quase todos ao endurecimento da sua retórica face aos fluxos da imigração e dos refugiados. Na Suécia, os Moderados também endureceram o seu discurso securitário. "Preparados para combater o crime" foi uma das suas palavras de ordem mais populares. E outra: ...

“Es otro de los inconvenientes de padecer una desgracia: al que la sufre los efectos le duran mucho más de lo que dura la paciencia de quienes se muestran dispuestos a escucharlo y acompañarlo, la incondicionalidad nunca es muy larga si se tiñe de monotonía. Y así, tarde o temprano, la persona triste se queda sola cuando aún no ha terminado su duelo o ya no se le consiente hablar más de lo que todavía es su único mundo, porque ese mundo de congoja resulta insoportable y ahuyenta.” (pág. 85). “[…] Tal como han ido las cosas, debe de estar revolviéndose en su tumba´, sin aceptar del todo que nadie levanta la cabeza nunca ni se revuelve en su tumba ni se entera de lo que pasa en cuanto expira. Es como pensar que quien aún no ha nacido le pudiera importar lo que sucede en el mundo, más o menos. A quien todavía no existe le es todo tan indiferente, por fuerza, como al que ya se ha muerto. Ninguno de los dos es nada, ninguno posee conciencia, el primero no puede ni presentir su vida, el segu...

Niki de Saint Phalle , le 23 août 1967, lors de l'installation de sa première exposition muséale, intitulée Les Nanas au pouvoir , au Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam [...] Não se trata do negócio dos novéis NFT ou “criptoarte” nem dos valores loucos que lhes andam associados e têm sido objecto de notícia: em Março do ano passado, (...) “o artista digital Mark Winkelmann (Beeple) vendeu o registo de uma colagem digital na blockchain por cerca de 58 milhões de euros durante um leilão da Christie’s”; isto apesar da oscilação, queda e vulnerabilidade das criptomoedas nos mercados, que não desmobiliza negociantes e leiloeiras. Trata-se, isso sim, do que já até foi classificado como resposta à “criptoarte” e que se apresenta como “arte imaterial”. O passo foi dado há um ano pelo artista italiano Salvatore Garau , que levou a leilão uma obra sem existência física, intitulada Io sono (Eu sou), com uma base de licitação de 6 mil euros e que acabou arrematada por 15 mil.  O que levou o comprad...