Club (curta-metragem, 35mm, 2001) from Drégus de Oliveira on Vimeo.
sábado, maio 22, 2010
domingo, maio 16, 2010
DOS JULGAMENTOS...
“Falo com sinceridade… E estranho que pessoas cultas não saibam distinguir a falsidade da sinceridade. Por outro lado, o preconceito e a prevenção ajudam a errar, e só imagino o resultado quando forem me julgar com essas provas. Pensarão em meu rosto selvagem, minhas bebedeiras. Eu não sou um monstro; mas o preconceito terá seus efeitos.” (Anton TCHEKHOV – “Estranha Confissão”)
sábado, maio 15, 2010
Folha em Branco
quinta-feira, maio 13, 2010
quarta-feira, maio 05, 2010
Metamorphosis
a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
scrubbed the walls
vacuumed
cleaned the toilet
the bathtub
scrubbed the bathroom floor
and cut my toenails and my hair.
.
then
all on the same day
the plumber came and fixed the kitchen faucet
and the toilet
and the gas man fixed the heater
and the phone man fixed the phone.
.
noe I sit in all this perfection.
it is quiet.
I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends.
I felt better when everything was in
disorder.
it will take me some months to get back to normal:
I can't even find a roach to commune with.
I have lost my rythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I have been robbed of
my filth. (Charles Bukowski)
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
scrubbed the walls
vacuumed
cleaned the toilet
the bathtub
scrubbed the bathroom floor
and cut my toenails and my hair.
.
then
all on the same day
the plumber came and fixed the kitchen faucet
and the toilet
and the gas man fixed the heater
and the phone man fixed the phone.
.
noe I sit in all this perfection.
it is quiet.
I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends.
I felt better when everything was in
disorder.
it will take me some months to get back to normal:
I can't even find a roach to commune with.
I have lost my rythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I have been robbed of
my filth. (Charles Bukowski)
confissão
“Eu também mudei. As forças me abandonaram aos poucos. Sinto que a juventude me escapa e que meu corpo já não têm a agilidade e a resistência de que tanto me envaidecia antes, quando passava noites inteiras bebendo. Meu rosto envelhece e tenho poucos cabelos. Minha voz enrouquece e fica mais fraca... A vida já passou.
...
Parece que foi ontem. Vejo, como que envoltos em névoa, os lugares e as pessoas. E já não tenho energia para tratar dos homens com imparcialidade. Cheio de indignação e de rancor, encontro novamente o conde repugnante, aquela Olga ignóbil, o ridículo Kalinin com sua tola presunção. Vejo o mal no mal e o pecado no pecado.” (Anton TCHEKHOV – “Estranha Confissão”)
Parece que foi ontem. Vejo, como que envoltos em névoa, os lugares e as pessoas. E já não tenho energia para tratar dos homens com imparcialidade. Cheio de indignação e de rancor, encontro novamente o conde repugnante, aquela Olga ignóbil, o ridículo Kalinin com sua tola presunção. Vejo o mal no mal e o pecado no pecado.” (Anton TCHEKHOV – “Estranha Confissão”)
Te Darei o Céu...
De presente p'ra mim mesmo. Uma das tomadas mais antolôgicas do cinema: Roberto sobrevoando a Cidade Maravilhosa.
terça-feira, maio 04, 2010
THE GENIUS of THE CROWD
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
.
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
.
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest povertyor are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
.
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
.
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art (Charles BUKOWSKI - "The Genius of the Crowd")
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