A supremacia do "Miguelismo" vai acabar ***

*** "Miguelismo": forma de estar na vida caracterizada pelo oportunismo, "chico-espertismo", facilitismo, tráfico de influências, "mafiosice" e "cunhas". A designação vem de Miguel Relvas e do seu delfim Miguel Gonçalves, exemplares representantes desta corrente.

Uh that's my girl! The Will is strong in you. You're alive, bitch

Time is running out in the house of the rising sun

XVIII

(Legenda escrita com sangue num Muro de protesto.)

«Fecharam-me na pedra viva deste Pesadelo…
─ mas ergui-me a cantar do tamanho da treva!

Sim, a cantar,

Eu, o homem que não tenho medo do universo vazio
e ando a encher as estrelas e os mundos
da chama do meu frio.»

José Gomes Ferreira
poesia II
invasão 1940-1941

A mensagem vai ser também sobre contradição e atração de opostos. E vou citar Mao Zedong e o Papa.

Let's hate him / her / them and make Love invincible

"It is always possible to bind together a considerable number of people in love, so long as there are other people left over to receive manifestations of their aggressiveness."

Sigmund Freud

 

 Follow through
 Make your dreams come true
 Don't give up the fight
 You will be alright
 'Cause there's no one like you in the Universe

Don't be afraid
 What your mind conceives
 You should make a stand
 Stand up for what you believe
 And tonight
 We can truly say
 Together we're invincible

During the struggle
 They will pull us down
 But please, please
 Let's use this chance
 To turn things around
 And tonight
 We can truly say
 Together we're invincible

Do it on your own
 It makes no difference to me
 What you leave behind
 What you choose to be
 And whatever they say
 Your souls unbreakable

During the struggle
 They will pull us down
 But please, please
 Let's use this chance
 To turn things around
 And tonight
 We can truly say
 Together we're invincible
 Together we're invincible

During the struggle
 They will pull us down
 Please, please
 Let's use this chance
 To turn things around
 And tonight
 We can truly say
 Together we're invincible
 Together we're invincible
 

Bright Star of Beauty!

                          BRIGHT Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit
                          A thousand nymph-like and enamoured Graces,
                          The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
                          Which there in order take their several places.
                          In whose dear Bosom, sweet delicious LOVE
                          Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
                          Since he that blessèd Paradise did prove;
                          And leaves his mother’s lap, to sport him there.
                            Let others strive to entertain with words!
                          My soul is of a braver mettle made:
                          I hold that vile, which vulgar Wit affords,
                          In me ’s that faith which Time cannot invade!
                            Let what I praise, be still made good by you!
                            Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true!

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) - Sonnet 4. Bright Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit

Michael Drayton - Idea. In sixty-three Sonnets, 1594–1619

 

"As Rothko said upon completing the Chapel paintings, “I wanted to paint both the finite and the infinite.”

"The Chapel would consume six years of Rothko’s life, gradually transforming him and his art into an exploration and devotion for the possibility of transcendence. To witness the work of Rothko with the Chapel is to submit one’s self to a spiritual experience, which, through its transcendence of subject matter, brings us closer to consciousness itself. It allows us to approach the limits of experience and awakens one to the awareness of our existence. It is through the level of transcendence of the fourteen large paintings whose dark, nearly impenetrable surfaces represents contemplation and the void needed to be found where one can truly explore a greater meaning to the questions being searched.

Rothko Chapel / Philip Johnson, Howard Barnstone, Eugene Aubry and Mark Rothko 

"12.

 

Have ye now learned my song? Have ye divined what it would say? Well! Cheer up! Ye higher men, sing now my roundelay!

Sing now yourselves the song, the name of which is "Once more," the signification of which is "Unto all eternity!"—sing, ye higher men, Zarathustra's roundelay!

• O man! Take heed!
• What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
• “I slept my sleep-,
• “From deepest dream I've woke, and plead:-
• “The world is deep,
• “And deeper than the day could read.
• “Deep is its woe-,
• “Joy—deeper still than grief can be:
• “Woe saith: Hence! Go!
• “But joys all want eternity-,
• “-Want deep, profound eternity!”

Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXIX. The Drunken Song.

"(...) In the morning, however, after this night, Zarathustra jumped up from his couch, and, having girded his loins, he came out of his cave glowing and strong, like a morning sun coming out of gloomy mountains.

 

"Thou great star," spake he, as he had spoken once before, "thou deep eye of happiness, what would be all thy happiness if thou hadst not THOSE for whom thou shinest!

And if they remained in their chambers whilst thou art already awake, and comest and bestowest and distributest, how would thy proud modesty upbraid for it!

Well! they still sleep, these higher men, whilst I am awake: THEY are not my proper companions! Not for them do I wait here in my mountains.

At my work I want to be, at my day: but they understand not what are the signs of my morning, my step--is not for them the awakening-call.

They still sleep in my cave; their dream still drinketh at my drunken songs. The audient ear for ME--the OBEDIENT ear, is yet lacking in their limbs."
 

--This had Zarathustra spoken to his heart when the sun arose: then looked he inquiringly aloft, for he heard above him the sharp call of his eagle. "Well!" called he upwards, "thus is it pleasing and proper to me. Mine animals are awake, for I am awake.

Mine eagle is awake, and like me honoureth the sun. With eagle-talons doth it grasp at the new light. Ye are my proper animals; I love you.

But still do I lack my proper men!"--

 

Thus spake Zarathustra; then, however, it happened that all on a sudden he became aware that he was flocked around and fluttered around, as if by innumerable birds,--the whizzing of so many wings, however, and the crowding around his head was so great that he shut his eyes. And verily, there came down upon him as it were a cloud, like a cloud of arrows which poureth upon a new enemy. But behold, here it was a cloud of love, and showered upon a new friend. (...)"

 

 Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXX. The Sign.

 

Donny Miller art

 

Reality is madness and there is no escape but forward

“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”

 

Graham Greene, Ways of Escape
 

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.”

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.”

William S. Burroughs
  

 

 

“Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.”

 

Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting

 

“Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

 

Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love

 

Time is running out... you are not young anymore, Europe

 

 

 

Se non è vero, è ben trovato.

Photo by Just José

E agora, para poder finalmente descansar neste sétimo dia da semana, precisava de algo perfeito.

Algo que me permitisse sintetizar num "post"a minha teoria dos dois campos de forças universais, Will to Improve versus Nyx.

 

Algo que representasse a tensão existente e de como, embora opostos, são indissociáveis.

Algo que demonstrasse que é desse "amor", ou "loucura" se quiserem, que surgiu toda a realidade onde existimos. Incluindo os "15 de Setembro", claro.

 

Precisava de uma criação artística... uma música, talvez.
Isso, um vídeo-clip com o Desejo de Evoluir, a Nyx e o "15 de Setembro", com todos os "15 de Setembro" surgidos da tensão entre ambos.

 

Mas onde raio vou eu arranjar tal representação artística da minha Weltanschauung?!

Não será querer demasiado?!

Talvez esteja de facto a ser muito ambicioso... mas vós já sabeis que eu gosto demasiado de querer demasiado.

 

Ver também este post sobre Will to Improve e Nyx
 

Equidade?!

Deixem-me ver se percebi o Passos Coelho:

Se eu sou trabalhador por conta de outrém, roubam-me mais 7% do ordenado.

Se eu sou profissional liberal ou advogado, não.
Se eu ganho dinheiro com mais-valias na bolsa, não.
Se eu ganho dinheiro com mais-valias na compra e venda de imóveis, não.
Se eu sou podre de rico, não tenho mais 7% de imposto sobre a minha fortuna.

Equidade, disse ele?
Iniquidade, digo eu.

É insustentável.

 

Segunda-feira de manhã: you know how i feel...

MUSE - Glastonbury Festival (2010)

É isto que tenho ouvido, depois de transformado em mp3 e descarregado no telemóvel, no trajeto de/para o trabalho.

Invincible - Muse

Survival - Muse

Pois é, faço 48. Time is running out!

Life, you will be the death of me.

Plug in Baby - Muse

Unintended - Muse

Neutron Star Collision - Muse

Uprising - Muse