I totally fell in love with this

Smoke by Twin Sister

Lightly, lightly

It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.

Island, Aldous Huxley (via)

the magic button

make everything OK

raota

© Pedro Luis Raota

Swan swan tell me where do you sail to when the sun goes

Neste mundo não existe a bondade absoluta nem a maldade absoluta.

O bem e o mal não são entidades estáticas e intangíveis, mas sim valores que estão sempre a trocar de lugar e de posição. O que hoje é considerado o «bem» pode transforma-se no «mal» enquanto o diabo esfrega o olho. O mesmo acontece no mundo que Dostoiévski descreve em Os Irmãos Karamázov. O importante é preservar o equilíbrio entre esse bem e esse mal em perpétuo movimento. O facto de um dos dois se inclinar demasiado para um lado dificulta a conservação da moral realista. Sim, o bem é o equilíbrio em si mesmo.


1Q84, Haruki Murakami

i suppose it never does.

(...) though she pushed her voice out as far as possible until sometimes it became a bird and flew away, she thought it doubtful whether it ever reached the person she was talking to.

The Voyage Out, Virginia Woolf

twit

é normal uma pessoa começar a chorar a ouvir a Retrograde do James Blake à uma da manhã ou isto é só a TPM a dar-me cabo do sistema hormonal?

Suddenly I'm hit
Is this darkness of the dawn
And your friends are gone
When you friends won't come

just how far is the sky?

My heartbeat has reached the epitome of rottenness; It is no longer part of my heart. Time for the shadows to come and grab me by the brain. Dearest, I am asking you again: Just how far is the sky?

Selected Letters, Friedrich Nietzsche (via)

diabos em forma de gente

Quando não consideramos que o homem diante de nós é um ser humano, poucas serão as restrições que a nossa consciência imporá ao nosso comportamento para com ele.

Cidade de Vidro, Trilogia de Nova Iorque, Paul Auster

one day

There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things - things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real.
The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts - tear ducts - to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes - then we ask: 'Will this sadness which makes me cry - will this sadness that makes my heart cry out - will it ever end?'
The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.

in Twin Peaks

I'm tired of my cave.

querido diário

o meu primeiro dia como proprietária de um velocípede de duas rodas não podia ter corrido melhor.
no regresso a casa estatelei-me de tal forma à beira da estrada que até parei o trânsito. foi um sucesso, portanto.

I wander as if in a dream the whole afternoon. All my chores become so unreal and meaningless.

in Vargtimmen

How Japan’s modern master revives our taste for everyday life

I grew up on a steady diet of movies that made everyday life seem less and less interesting. But along the way, I encountered films that offered a different sensibility. I found that when I left the cinema after watching these films, everyday life didn’t seem more dreary or bland, but more meaningful and savoury. In a way, these films helped restore my taste for the everyday.

ler o resto do ensaio aqui

A Journey Through the Moonlight

In sleep when an old man's body is no longer aware of its boundaries, and lies flattened by gravity like a mere of wax in its bed... It drips down to the floor and moves there like a tear down a cheek... Under the back door into the silver meadow, like a pool of sperm, frosty under the moon, as if in his first nature, boneless and absurd.

The moon lifts him up into its white field, a cloud shaped like an old man, porous with stars.

He floats through high dark branches, a corpse tangled in a tree on a river.


by Russell Edson

O anjo de pedra

Tinha os olhos abertos mas não via.
O corpo todo era a saudade
de alguém que o modelara e não sabia
que o tocara de maio e claridade.

Parava o seu gesto onde pára tudo:
no limiar das coisas por saber
- e ficara surdo e cego e mudo
para que tudo fosse grave no seu ser.


As mãos e os frutos, Eugénio de Andrade


* mais uma vez, obrigada Ó

art is making

To the question “Is cinema an art?” my answer is, “What does it matter?” You can make films or you can cultivate a garden. Both have as much claim to be called art as a poem by Verlaine or a painting by Delacroix.
If your film or your garden is a good one it means that as a practitioner of cinema or gardening you are entitled to consider yourself an artist. The pastry-cook who makes a good cake is an artist. The ploughman with an old-fashioned plough creates a work of art when he ploughs a furrow. Art is not a calling in itself but the way in which one exercises a calling, and also the way in which one performs any human activity. I will give you my definition of art: art is “making.” The art of poetry is the art of making poetry. The art of love is the art of making love.

by Jean Renoir (via)

dos sinais?

não sei o que fiz ao meu MusicBee que ele quer à força toda que eu oiça a
Find It Of Use dos Radiation City.
bem posso tentar reproduzir outra música qualquer que ele pimbas! toca sempre a mesma.

então está bem. I’ll find it of use.

on silence

It must be immense, this silence, in which sounds and movements have room, and if one thinks that along with all this the presence of the distant sea also resounds, perhaps as the innermost note in this prehistoric harmony, then one can only wish that you are trustingly and patiently letting the magnificent solitude work upon you, this solitude which can no longer be erased from your life; which, in everything that is in store for you to experience and to do, will act an anonymous influence, continuously and gently decisive, rather as the blood of our ancestors incessantly moves in us and combines with our own to form the unique, unrepeatable being that we are at every turning of our life.


Letters To A Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke