sábado, 12 de julio de 2014

Cormac McCarthy

USA (1933)






They trekked out along the crescent sweep of beach, keeping to the firmer sand below the tidewrack. They stood, their clothes flapping softly. Glass floats covered with a gray crust. The bones of seabirds. At the tide line a women mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as eye could see like an isocline of death. One vast salt sepulchre. Senseless. Senseless.



The Road, New York: Vintage International, 2006, p. 222

lunes, 7 de julio de 2014

Gonçalo Tavares

Angola/Portugal (1970)




O FUTURO sai da FENDA e da FERIDA

a geometria abre a linha para deixar passar a Imaginação.
O FUTURO sai da FENDA e da FERIDA.
Do que antes foi, hoje sai Sangue.
Inundar o VAZIO: o FUTURO inunda o VAZIO.
Porque todo o vazio tem por INIMIGO a Imaginação.
Porque todo o vazio tem o Inimigo.



Investigações. Novalis.


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EL FUTURO sale de la HENDIDURA y de la HERIDA

la geometría abre la línea para dejar pasar la Imaginación.
EL FUTURO sale de la HENDIDURA y de la HERIDA.
De lo que antes fue, hoy sale Sangre.
Inundar el VACÍO: el FUTURO inunda el VACÍO.
Porque todo vacío tiene por ENEMIGO la Imaginación.
Porque todo vacío tiene ENEMIGO.


viernes, 4 de julio de 2014

e. e. cummings

USA (1894–1962)





somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands


miércoles, 2 de julio de 2014

clavel del aire

Tillandsia albertiana

viernes, 27 de junio de 2014

Félix-Jacques Moulin

Francia (1802-1875)

Female Nude, 1856

jueves, 26 de junio de 2014

Adrian Belew

USA (1949)





Young Lions


Hot tribal night
underneath fluorescent skies-
bonfires rage strange
wild waving shouting Picasso faces.

In the guise of a lioness
the wind kisses her burning dress
you can fell her animal eyes
you can hear them cry,
"Be the jewel around my neck,
never a tear on my burning dress"

Lying, paralyzed,
a brave prey who lays dying
and is surrounded by angry spirits
hunters, guns, drums, and elephants.

Why is this night quiet?
Filled with trees filled with eyes
as she prowls around my feet
she throws back her head dress and cries,
"Now you will be mine,
be my young lion"

Why is this night quiet?
Why the trees filled with eyes?
As she prowls around my feet
she throws back her head dress and cries,
"Be my young lion"




Young Lions, 1990

miércoles, 25 de junio de 2014

Constantine P. Cavafy

(Grecia) Egipto (1863-1933)



Cuerpo, recuerda...


Cuerpo, recuerda no sólo cuánto fuiste amado,
no sólo las camas en las que te acostaste,
sino también esos deseos brillando abiertamente
en ojos que te miraban,
temblando por ti en voces--
sólo algún obstáculo azaroso los frustró.
Ahora que está todo finalmente en el pasado,
parece casi como si te entregaras
a esos deseos también-- cómo brillaban,
recuerda, en ojos que te miraban,
recuerda, cuerpo, cómo temblaban por ti en esas voces.





versión en inglés de Edmund Keeley & George Savidis, C.P.Cavafy. Collected Poems, Princeton University Press, 1980

lunes, 23 de junio de 2014

serendipity

sábado, 21 de junio de 2014

The Handsome Family

USA




Far From Any Road

From the dusty may sun her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood.

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.

A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.

When the last light warms the rocks and rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever across the silent sand,
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands.


Singing Bones, 2003

viernes, 20 de junio de 2014

Matthew McConaughey

USA (1969)


True Detective, 2014

jueves, 19 de junio de 2014

Sarah Lucas

UK (1962)


Self-portrait with eggs, 1996

lunes, 16 de junio de 2014

ouroboros


foto: Leo Reynolds

Cimetière du Père-Lachaise, Paris

miércoles, 11 de junio de 2014

Frankfurt

jueves, 5 de junio de 2014

Gustav Klimt

Austria (1862-1918)


Judith, 1909

miércoles, 4 de junio de 2014

Milano

lunes, 2 de junio de 2014

Federico García Lorca

España (1898-1936)
















Caracola


A Natalia Jiménez


Me han traído una caracola.

Dentro le canta
un mar de mapa.
Mi corazón
se llena de agua
con pececillos
de sombra y plata.

Me han traído una caracola.



Canciones, 1921



sábado, 31 de mayo de 2014

amapola

miércoles, 21 de mayo de 2014

hongo

foto: Steve Axford
Marasmius haematocephalus

domingo, 18 de mayo de 2014

Against Me!

USA




Borne On The FM Waves Of The Heart


No, it's not what we meant to say.
We don’t really love each other.
What happens when the summer’s over?
How long before distance becomes a chore?
I'm approaching with great, great trepidation.
I hope you’ll understand.

Before you speak think about what you're trying to say.
Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?
You're getting caught up in the excitement.
You making promises you can’t keep.
You need to leave all your options open.

Too much momentum.
This room feels like it's going to explode.
Too many angles.
Too many factors to cover.
Waiting for signal.
You're searching for network.
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.

Anxiety, anxiety you give me no mercy.
Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep.
We took some pills to calm us down.
Then we needed help to come back up.
Just trying to stay in control of the situation.

Too much momentum.
This room feels like it's going to explode.
Too many angles.
Too many factors to cover.
Waiting for signal.
You're searching for network.
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.
They fall apart so easily.

Too much momentum.
This room feels like it's going to explode.
Too many angles.
Too many factors to cover.
Waiting for signal.
You're searching for network.
You have to fight to stay in control.
You have to fight to stay in control.
No, you don’t have to fight to stay in control of the situation.



featuring Tegan Quin
New Wave, 2007

miércoles, 14 de mayo de 2014

Hiroyuki Doi

Japón (1946)




otra noche resquebrajada

y detrás de las nubes puré de zapallo
la luna llena