Let the Spectrum in

 

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

I Follow Rivers - Lykke Li (Live on the Moon)

“…how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us. And someone - a father, a lover, someone - able to take us by the hand and find that river - imagine it, invent it - and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn’t hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn’t matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone’s fancy - a father, a lover, someone - could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don’t wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful. A way from here to the sea.”

Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea 

“The greatest rivers always find their way to the ocean. Like a ship reaching out to its motherland.” ― Saleem Sharma 

“The river in front of her was black. She thought it contained many things.” ― Gisèle Prassinos 

“The river is everywhere.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha 

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Oh I beg you, can I follow
Oh I ask you why not always
Be the ocean we'll unravel
Be my only, be the water where I'm wading
You're my river running high, run deep, run wild

[Chorus]
I I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you

He's a message, I'm the runner
He's the rebel, I'm the daughter waiting for you
You're my river running high, run deep, run wild

[Chorus]
I I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you

You're my river running high, run deep, run wild
I, I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you

[Repeat till end]
I, I follow, I follow you deep sea baby
I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey
I follow you

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Spectrum - Florence and the Machine

When we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
We were light and paper-thin.

And when we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
'Till you let the spectrum in.

Say my name,
And every colour illuminates,
We are shining,
And we'll never be afraid again.

Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!
Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!

And when we come for you,
We'll be dressed up all in blue,
With the ocean in our arms,
Kissing eyes and kissing palms.

And when it's time to pray,
We'll be dressed up all in grey,
With metal on our tongues,
And silver in our lungs.

Say my name,
And every colour illuminates,
We are shining,
And we'll never be afraid again.

Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!
Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!

And when we come back we'll be dressed in black!
And you'll scream our names aloud!
And we won't eat and we won't sleep!
We'll drag bodies from their graves!

So say my name,
And every colour illuminates,
And we are shining,
And we'll never be afraid again,
Say my name,
As every colour illuminates.

Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!
Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!

Say my name!
We are shining!
Say my name!
Say my name!
And we'll never be afraid again!

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Get in the car - Anderson

 

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Center of The Universe - Axwell

 

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

From Yesterday - 30 Seconds To Mars

 

"From council of one he'll decide when he's done"

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Que parva que sou - Deolinda

 

Sou da geração "casinha dos pais".
Se já tenho tudo, p'ra quê querer mais?
Que parva que eu sou.

Filhos, marido, estou sempre a adiar,
E ainda me falta o carro pagar.
Que parva que eu sou.

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

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

 

Through the darkness and the light
Some sun has got to rise

My sun is your sun
Your sun is our sun

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Consuma concertos sem alienação

Num "post" anterior falei sobre os rios de dinheiro que se gastam nos concertos e na verdadeira alienação de massas provocada pelo marketing agressivo desta indústria dos concertos e do consumismo a ela associado.

Mas o destino é curioso: no dia do meu aniversário as minhas filhas ofereceram-me um bilhete para ir com elas a um dos dias de um concerto que tem lugar esta semana.

Claro que no caso delas não é alienação nem gastam rios de dinheiro: é o segundo concerto a que vão este ano e o primeiro tinha entrada gratuita.

 (Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you’d stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Skeletons

The Sun, the Moon and the River

(esta bateria nova dura 4 horas! Ainda dá para inserir este post sentado nas escadas para a praia, tendo como única luz o LCD e as estrelas)

Same Sun, Same Moon, Same River

It is easy to imagine Heraclitus

walking stone streets witnessing

life in Athens with no permanence,

stopping strangers to explain about the river,

being laughed at as they moved

from point A to point B fearing Apollo

and Hades then at dusk drinking wine,

waiting for the happy obliteration alcohol brings,

not realizing how lucky they were

to be stupid and so deep

in their bodies even the sun

and moon trading places over and over

meant nothing.

Neil Carpathios

The energy of arrogance
Is wasted on the young
The power of all the thoughts
We have is greater than the sum
Don't believe your brothers
They will break you one by one
Don't deceive your daughters
They will never bear you sons
*Repeat Chorus
It always seemed so easy
When we watched it while were young
We always found a reason to be cheerful having fun

Don't blame the moon
Don't blame the sun
Just tell me everything will be done
Don't blame the stars from up above
Just tell me everything is done for love

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Burn, Our Sun, burn us all and bring the Future

Our Sun
By George Seferis

This sun was mine and yours; we shared it.
Who’s suffering behind the golden silk, who’s dying?
A woman beating her dry breasts cried out: ‘Cowards,
they’ve taken my children and torn them to shreds, you’ve killed them
gazing at the fire-flies at dusk with a strange look,
lost in blind thought.’
The blood was drying on a hand that a tree made green,
a warrior was asleep clutching the lance that cast light against his side.

It was ours, this sun, we saw nothing behind the gold embroidery
then the messengers came, dirty and breathless,
stuttering unintelligible words
twenty days and nights on the barren earth with thorns only
twenty days and nights feeling the bellies of the horses bleeding
and not a moment’s break to drink the rain-water.
You told them to rest first and then to speak, the light had dazzled you.
They died saying ‘We don’t have time’, touching some rays of the sun.
You’d forgotten that no one rests.

A woman howled ‘Cowards’, like a dog in the night.
Once she would have been beautiful like you
with wet mouth, veins alive beneath the skin,
with love.

This sun was ours; you kept all of it, you wouldn’t follow me.
And it was then I found out about those things behind the gold and the silk:
we don’t have time. The messengers were right.


Translated from greek by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard

Mowing

 There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;
Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,
Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound—
And that was why it whispered and did not speak.
It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,
Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf:
Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak
To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows,
Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers
(Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake.
The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.

 Robert Frost

The sun blazes overhead through the redwood branches in Muir Woods. Photo by Krysti Sabins

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

Amanhã faço 49 anos

Amanhã faço 49 anos. Mas não nasci há 49 anos. Porque só nascemos quando abrimos os olhos.

49 anos é muito? Prefiro mil vezes ter 49 anos e os olhos abertos do que ter 29 e ser cego.

E foram precisos muitos anos para abrir os olhos. São sempre precisos muitos anos. A menos que já se nascesse de olhos abertos mas isso, neste mundo, não é possível. Há sempre pedras no caminho, há sempre quem nos queira tapar os olhos.

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings 

You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.

There is a man holding a megaphone, so he must have been the voice of god.
The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block.
Well, they must have been attached to wires. I saw one laying in the lawn with a broken arm,
so I called 911. So that is one less founded opinion. One more cause for a dispute.
So the street filled, like a basin, up with cameras and their crews
and they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth. It was a spectacle.
No, I mean a miracle. So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam.
A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me. I lifted one foot to cross the other
and I felt myself slipping. It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes.
Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the planets will align.
There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun
and those little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black sky.
(and so it never started and it will never stop just like I am and you are)
It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself in change.
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been.
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer. I was cleansed. I looked in the mirror
and someone new was there. Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece
when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in.
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself.
So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock
and the guard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day
and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing."
Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Because a day is gonna come,
don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here.
And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked.
And I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below.
I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green
and we won't have to worry no more. No we won't have to wonder again about
how this song or story ends about how this song and story will end.

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

 

Here comes the sun - Nina Simone

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

You can be a Master

St. George and the Dragon c. 1456 - Paolo Uccello

 

A Dama e o Unicórnio: À mon seul désir (Museu de Cluny, Paris)

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

I'm here, feel close, be strong!

"We should rid our ranks of all impotent thinking. All views that overestimate the strength of the enemy and underestimate the strength of the people are wrong."

Mao Zedong  "The Present Situation and Our Tasks" (December 25, 1947), Selected Works, Vol. IV, p. 173.

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

 

O 2º nascimento

 

Foto por Sergei Babenko

Consegue ver-se a evolução da Humanidade?

Ou seja, consegue um humano, durante a sua vida, aperceber-se do processo evolutivo em curso?

Afinal o homem moderno tem cerca de 150.000 a 200.000 anos, surgiu em África e está na Europa há cerca de 40.000 anos. É um processo lento à escala do tempo de vida de um humano embora seja rapidíssimo à escala do Universo.

 

Mas eu acho que se consegue ver a evolução em ação.

Observem a brutal diferença de alguns pais para alguns filhos. Tanto em termos de beleza como em termos de inteligência.

 

Esta semana estive com uma cliente que levou a mãe e o filho de 5 anos. A minha cliente é uma profissional liberal, com consultório numa das avenidas principais de Lisboa. Quer comprar uma casa em zonas "bem", quer "elevar-se" na sociedade burguesa . É uma mulher interessante e bonita, inteligente, terá trinta e muitos, por aí. 

 

A mãe... bem, a mãe é indescritível, parecia saída diretamente de um bairro duvidoso, levava uma espécie de fato de treino e era feia como o remorso, uma mulher de Neandertal.

 

A mãe para esta mulher é claramente o que uma bola de ferro é para um condenado. Ela não consegue separar-se da mãe e a mãe não quer que ela se separe.

 

Moral da história: o segundo nascimento é sempre o mais doloroso e sim, consegue observar-se o processo evolutivo, basta estar atento...

 

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

I am putting The Bright Star of Beauty's dawn on Empty Space

"Le cri : audace! est un Fiat Lux. Il faut, pour la marche en avant du genre humain, qu'il y ait sur les sommets en permanence de fières leçons de courage. Les témérités éblouissent l'histoire et sont une des grandes clartés de l'homme. L'aurore ose quand elle se lève. Tenter, braver, persister, persévérer, s'être fidèle à soi-même, prendre corps à corps le destin."

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables,t. 1, 1862, p. 707.

Audácia, precisa-se

"Aurora era a deusa romana do amanhecer, equivalente à grega Eos. Aurora é a palavra latina para amanhecer. Aurora renovava-se todas as manhãs ao amanhecer e voava pelos céus anunciando a chegada da manhã."

The Red Rectangle Nebula from Hubble

E o que é esse conceito de "The Bright Star of Beauty", perguntais? 

Não sei... ninguém sabe... mas talvez uma Inspiração, uma Vontade, um Destino? É que a palavra "Destino" tanto significa "objetivo final" como "caminho que não podia ser feito de outra forma". Talvez seja isso, um "Destino". Ou uma casa. Ou uma rua.

Sou a Tua Casa 

"Sou a tua casa, a tua rua, a tua segurança, o teu destino. Sou a maçã que comes e a roupa que vestes. Sou o degrau por onde sobes, o copo por onde bebes, o teu riso e o teu choro, o teu frio e a tua lareira. O pedinte que ajudas, o asilo que te quer acolher. Sou o teu pensamento, a tua recordação, a tua vontade. E também o artesão que para ti trabalha, o medo que te perturba e o cão que te guia quando entras pela noite. Sou o sítio onde descansas, a árvore que te dá sombra, o vento que contigo se comove. Sou o teu corpo, o teu espírito, o teu brilho, a tua dúvida. Sou a tua mãe, o teu amante, o marfim dos teus dentes. E sou, na luz do outono, o teu olhar. Sou a tua parteira e a tua lápide. Os teus vinte anos. O coração sepultado em ti. Sou as tuas asas, a tua liberdade, e tudo o que se move no teu interior. Sou a tua ressaca, o teu transtorno, o relógio que mede o tempo que te resta. Sou a tua memória, a memória da tua memória, o teu orgulho, a fecundação das tuas entranhas, a absolvição dos teus pecados. O teu amuleto e a tua humildade. Sou a tua cobardia, a tua coragem, a força com que amas. Sou os teus óculos e a tua leitura. A tua música preferida, a tua cor preferida, o teu poema preferido. Sou o que significas para mim, a ternura que desagua nos teus dedos, o tamanho das tuas pupilas antes e depois de fazer amor. Sou o que sou em ti e o que não podes ser em mim. Sou uma só coisa. E duas coisas diferentes."

Joaquim Pessoa, in 'Ano Comum'

NGC 6357: Cathedral to Massive Stars

Escultura de Rui Chafes

Revista Pública: "O objecto, a forma, interessa-lhe enquanto veículo de uma ideia. Entre as esferas, cones ou cilindros há as formas que nos remetem para casulos, para máscaras, sapatos e casacos que denunciam uma ausência. Parecem ter servido de abrigo a um corpo que se evadiu. Dir-se-ia que há uma representação dessa ausência, do vazio. Será assim?"

Rui Chafes: "Isso tem a ver com o medo e com o abismo. Os casacos que eu fiz, em 89, tinham o título "Vertigem". Quando uma pessoa se debruça para dentro o abismo é tão profundo que se sente uma vertigem. Era esse o ponto de partida. É uma ideia muito romântica, a ideia da perda da sombra, da perda da materialidade e da perda da existência no mundo. Mas a ausência de um corpo é uma metáfora violenta de tudo aquilo que nos interessa. A nossa vida é feita de encontros e despedidas. Os momentos mais importantes são quando conhecemos alguém ou quando nos despedimos de alguém, quando um bebé nasce ou quando uma pessoa morre. E desse encontro ou despedida ficará sempre uma cicatriz, uma marca da separação e uma marca da morte. E é preciso extrair beleza dessa marca. " 

Excerto de uma entrevista a Rui Chafes publicada em 2007 na Pública.

Makeup on Empty Space

By Anne Waldman

I am putting makeup on empty space

all patinas convening on empty space

rouge blushing on empty space

I am putting makeup on empty space

pasting eyelashes on empty space

painting the eyebrows of empty space

piling creams on empty space

painting the phenomenal world

I am hanging ornaments on empty space

gold clips, lacquer combs, plastic hairpins on empty space   

I am sticking wire pins into empty space

I pour words over empty space, enthrall the empty space   

packing, stuffing jamming empty space

spinning necklaces around empty space

Fancy this, imagine this: painting the phenomenal world   

bangles on wrists

pendants hung on empty space

I am putting my memory into empty space

undressing you

hanging the wrinkled clothes on a nail

hanging the green coat on a nail

dancing in the evening it ended with dancing in the evening   

I am still thinking about putting makeup on empty space   

I want to scare you: the hanging night, the drifting night,

the moaning night, daughter of troubled sleep I want to scare you   

you

I bind as far as cold day goes

I bind the power of 20 husky men

I bind the seductive colorful women, all of them   

I bind the massive rock

I bind the hanging night, the drifting night, the   

moaning night, daughter of troubled sleep

I am binding my debts, I magnetize the phone bill   

bind the root of my pointed tongue

I cup my hands in water, splash water on empty space   

water drunk by empty space

Look what thoughts will do   Look what words will do   

from nothing to the face

from nothing to the root of the tongue

from nothing to speaking of empty space   

I bind the ash tree

I bind the yew

I bind the willow

I bind uranium

I bind the uneconomical unrenewable energy of uranium   

dash uranium to empty space

I bind the color red I seduce the color red to empty space   

I put the sunset in empty space

I take the blue of his eyes and make an offering to empty space   

renewable blue

I take the green of everything coming to life, it grows &   

climbs into empty space

I put the white of the snow at the foot of empty space   

I clasp the yellow of the cat's eyes sitting in the   

black space I clasp them to my heart, empty space

I want the brown of this floor to rise up into empty space   

Take the floor apart to find the brown,

bind it up again under spell of empty space

I want to take this old wall apart I am rich in my mind thinking   

of this, I am thinking of putting makeup on empty space   

Everything crumbles around empty space

the thin dry weed crumbles, the milkweed is blown into empty space   

I bind the stars reflected in your eye

from nothing to these typing fingers

from nothing to the legs of the elk

from nothing to the neck of the deer

from nothing to porcelain teeth

from nothing to the fine stand of pine in the forest   

I kept it going when I put the water on

when I let the water run

sweeping together in empty space

There is a better way to say empty space

Turn yourself inside out and you might disappear   

you have a new definition in empty space

What I like about impermanence is the clash   

of my big body with empty space

I am putting the floor back together again   

I am rebuilding the wall

I am slapping mortar on bricks

I am fastening the machine together with delicate wire

There is no eternal thread, maybe there is thread of pure gold

I am starting to sing inside about the empty space

there is some new detail every time

I am taping the picture I love so well on the wall:

moonless black night beyond country-plaid curtains

everything illuminated out of empty space

I hang the black linen dress on my body

the hanging night, the drifting night, the moaning night

daughter of troubled sleep

This occurs to me

I hang up a mirror to catch stars, everything occurs to me out in the   

night in my skull of empty space

I go outside in starry ice

I build up the house again in memory of empty space

This occurs to me about empty space   

that it is nevered to be mentioned again   

Fancy this

imagine this

painting the phenomenal world

there's talk of dressing the body with strange adornments

to remind you of a vow to empty space

there's talk of the discourse in your mind like a silkworm

I wish to venture into a not-chiseled place

I pour sand on the ground

Objects and vehicles emerge from the fog

the canyon is dangerous tonight   

suddenly there are warning lights

The patrol is helpful in the manner of guiding

there is talk of slowing down   

there is talk of a feminine deity   

I bind her with a briar

I bind with the tooth of a tiger   

I bind with my quartz crystal   

I magnetize the worlds

I cover myself with jewels

I drink amrita

there is some new detail

there is a spangle on her shoe   

there is a stud on her boot

the tires are studded for the difficult climb

I put my hands to my face

I am putting makeup on empty space

I wanted to scare you with the night that scared me

the drifting night, the moaning night

Someone was always intruding to make you forget empty space   

you put it all on

you paint your nails

you put on scarves

all the time adorning empty space

Whatever-your-name-is I tell you “empty space”

with your fictions with dancing come around to it

with your funny way of singing come around to it

with your smiling come to it

with your enormous retinue & accumulation come around to it   

with your extras come round to it

with your good fortune, with your lazy fortune come round to it   

when you look most like a bird, that is the time to come around to it   

when you are cheating, come to it

when you are in your anguished head

when you are not sensible

when you are insisting on the

praise from many tongues

It begins with the root of the tongue

it begins with the root of the heart

there is a spinal cord of wind

singing & moaning in empty space

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

It's always the same: the sun of knowledge against the stranglers of human evolution

"Is all your knowledge to go so utterly for nothing unless other people know that you possess it?"

Aulus Persius Flaccus

Claro que não, Aulus. I know i possess it. Por isso não preciso de comentar na televisão ou ter um blogue muito frequentado.

The motto "Fiat lux" on the Sather Gate at the University of California, Berkeley

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings