deves pensar que te perdoei esta….
algumas cabras
have all the luck
bitch
Emma Goldman
read by Sandra Oh
E às 19h55
mudem para a SIC Radical
19:55 Super Bock Super Rock: Crowded House
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
Five Dials
You probably have never heard of a place called Five Dials because, frankly, it’s been wiped from the map of London. It never got to grow up and become respectable.
It never got to house an award-winning musical. Five Dials was a den of iniquity, a haven for criminals, a slummy, ragged bit of the city cleaved away to make room for a broadening of Charing Cross Road. Even those who have studied the work of the philanthropists of the area have a hard time placing its exact locale. It was full of pickpockets. One street had ‘the poorest, the dirtiest, and the lowest houses that this part of London can boast of.’ There was gambling, cards, loose talk, and, best of all, the Dials was very close to where we sit now on the Strand. This is why we chose the name Five Dials.
Segui os conselhos editoriais e imprimi, agrafei e li, entre entradas e saídas do metro. Já reservei um dossier para guardar os números todos.
Os textos são fantásticos, as ilustrações, fabulosas. Saquem, imprimam, metam no palm e subscrevam para não acontecer a desgraça de se esquecerem de ir lá todos os meses, buscar o novo número.
Brave New World
na sua verdadeira acepção :)
carta aberta
a todos os coitadinhos que eu maltratei. a todos os inocentes, indefesos, desgraçados impotentes nas minhas terríveis mãos. a todos os que se escondem atrás daquilo que eu sou para não enfrentarem aquilo que são. os que - adultos - me apontam o dedo por ser má para eles. todos os sempre bons, beneméritos, bondosos, interessados, paternalistas, caridosos e benfeitores que tentaram o bem por mim e em mim e que fugiram aterrorizados e horrorizados perante o demo. seres indefesos, puros e com razão. seres sem mácula nem culpa nem espelhos. seres com dedos e transparências.
a todos um grande
B A R D A M E R D A
e bem hajam.
FDS!
As the sun comes up, as the moon goes down
These heavy notions creep around
It makes me think, long ago
I was brought into this life a little lamb
A little lamb
Courageous, stumbling
Fearless was my middle name.
But somewhere there I lost my way
Everyone walks the same
Expecting me to step
The narrow path they’ve laid
They claim to
Walk unafraid
I’ll be clumsy instead
Hold my love or leave me high.
Say “keep within the boundaries if you want to play.”
Say “contradiction only makes it harder.”
How can I be
What I want To be?
When all I want to do is strip away
These stilled constraints
And crush this charade
Shred this sad masquerade
I don’t need no persuading
I’ll trip, fall, pick myself up and
Walk unafraid
I’ll be clumsy instead
Hold my love or leave me high.
If I have a bag of rocks to carry as I go
I just want to hold my head up high
I don’t care what I have to step over
I’m prepared to look you in the eye
Look me in the eye
And if you see familiarity
Then celebrate the contradiction
Help me when I fall to
Walk unafraid
I’ll be clumsy instead
Hold my love or leave me high.
Walk unafraid
I’ll be clumsy instead
Hold my love or leave me high.
R.E.M.
DAVID BOWIE: I went to buy some shoes - and I came back with Life On Mars
01 - Life On Mars?
02 - Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing
03 - The Bewlay Brothers
04 - Lady Grinning Soul
05 - Win
06 - Some Are
07 - Teenage Wildlife
08 - Repetition
09 - Fantastic Voyage
10 - Loving The Alien
11 - Time Will Crawl (MM Remix)
12 - Hang On To Yourself (From David Bowie - Live Santa Monica ‘72 )
(e sim, matava por uma foto destas.)
coisas que não se explicam
mas que são parte da minha vida, tanto quanto a minha pele. mais.
palavras
trago dois livros na mala.
um é O Silêncio dos Livros, do George Steiner.
o outro começa com um poema do autor:
O silêncio é a morte
E tu, se falas, morres
Se te calas, morres
Então, fala e morre.
Tahar Djaout
