Whatever I see I swallow immediately

Mirror | Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of the little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

'Contemplação Carinhosa da Angústia'

A crítica é menos eficaz do que o exemplo. É de considerar se a grande sugestão para usar da crítica nos nossos tempos e que põe em causa todos os valores consagrados, não é o resultado duma anemia profunda do acto de vontade de toda uma sociedade. Todos temos consciência de como o exemplo se tornou interdito, como o indivíduo, na sua excepção perturbadora, é causa de mal-estar. Dir-se-ia que a fraqueza, a breve virtude, a mediocridade, de interesses e de condições, têm prioridade sobre o modelo e a utopia. A par desta dimensão rasa do despotismo do demérito, levanta-se uma rajada de violência. É de crer que a violência é hoje a linguagem bastarda da desilusão e o reverso do exemplo; representa a frustração do exemplo.

Agustina Bessa-Luís, in 'Contemplação Carinhosa da Angústia'

 

gimme danger, little stranger

cuja posição um decoro mínimo obriga a respeitar

"Entretanto, repele todas as ameaças, pressões, chantagens e mais porcarias com que por alguns dos atrás mencionados indivíduos (...) tem sido assediado nos últimos dias, atitude de uma falta de humor ou de heroísmo, incompreensíveis em tipos que pareciam trazer à vida portuguesa uma mensagem do maior desassombro poético."

                                                                                                                                        Luiz Pacheco

When you com I'll see you coming from the world's margin; Here there's nothing of interest; The ruins of Atlantis just

Stella Maris

I dream I'll meet you deep deep down
The deepest point on Earth, Mariana Trench, ocean bottom
Between Nanga Parbat, K 2 and Everest,
The crest of the world, there you'll be my banquet guest
Where nothing more can impede my vision
When you com I'll see you coming from the world's margin
Here there's nothing of interest
The ruins of Atlantis just
But of you not a trace
I don't think you're coming anymore
We missed each other in our dreams
You dream me, I you
Don't worry, I won't wake you
Before you wake up yourself
Across the ice towards the North Pole is where I'll expect you
Will be standing on the axis
>From Tierra del Fuego in hard dream labour to the pole
There everything will revolve just around us
The Pole Star directly above me
This is the pole I'll wait here
Only I cannot see you cmoing from anywhere for miles around
I'm waiting at the wrong pole
We missed each other in our dreams
You dream me, I you
Don't worry, I won't wake you
Before you wake up yourself
Please, please don't wake me
Only as long as I dream do you exist...
Enlist in slumber on a ship
Course: Eldorado, Punt, that's your home
Wait on the coast, look on the horizon
Until I at last see your sails there
But the captain is always drunk
And mostly down below deck
I can't steer this ship in my wildest dreams
On a riff it springs a leek
In the North Sea it then sunk
An iceberg drives me back
I think I'll be waiting for long
Punt stays undiscovered
We missed each other in our dreams
You dream me, I you
Don't worry, I won't wake you
Before you wake up yourself
You dream me, I you
Don't worry, I'll find you
Before you wake up yourself
Collared in a doze I'll grab you
And pull you towards me
For you dream me, I you
I dream you, you me
We dream each other awake 

My name, should you know it , Remains unspeakable, And is spoken - malediction

- Chrysanthemum
For you I am a chrysanthemum
Supernova, urgent star

- Astera Compositae
For you I'll be a dandelion
A thousand flowerettes in the sky
Or just a drop in the ocean

If you know my name
Don't speak it out
It holds a power - as before

- Lilacea
A lily of the valley
A flower of saron

- Helianthus annus
For you I even be a sunflower
Do you hear my enlightening laughter?
Another reason to cut off an ear

You know my name, do you not?
Don't say it
For it is sacred, immovable - frozen

- Rosa, Anemone et Nymphea alba
I'll even be a waterlily
A marygold, a rose
Or a little thistle

- Euphorbia
A blue dahlia, a black tulip
That's where opinions differ
The scholars disagree

My name, should you know it
Remains unspeakable
And is spoken - malediction

enquanto/agora/encanto

previsões metereológicas estagnadas.

será?

2012 é enquanto/agora/encanto

acasos dispersos e objectivos que me encontram

e me absorvem

que assim continue. 

 

Mickey: I realized my true calling in life.
Wayne Gale: What's that?
Mickey: Shit, man, I'm a natural born killer.