terça-feira, 19 de outubro de 2021

tem manhãs
geralmente de lua cheia 
chuvosa em que a 
vez é de uma flor 
fúcsia nascer do ralo 
para salvar o real

sexta-feira, 9 de julho de 2021

domingo, 28 de fevereiro de 2021

E então veio o Calvino e disse que ler é como fazer amor:

"Em ambas as situações vocês certamente não existem a não ser em relação um ao outro, mas, para tornar essas situações possíveis, seus respectivos egos não têm tanto que se apagar, mas ocupar, sem reservas, todo o vazio do espaço mental, investir com o máximo de juros ou gastar até o último centavo.

 Resumindo, o que você está fazendo é muito bonito, mas gramaticalmente não muda nada. No momento em que você mais parece ser um único voi, a segunda pessoa do plural, você é dois
tu
, mais separados e circunscritos do que antes." (Se una notte d'inverno un viaggiatore)


segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2021

Espinha ereta 

- este eu consigo.

E paciência com a mente,

com o coração 

abissalmente intranquilos.

domingo, 21 de fevereiro de 2021

Um tapa bem dado chamado Toni Morrison

"I’m sure you have been told that this is the best time of your life. It may be. But if it’s true that this is the best time of your life, if you have already lived or are now living at this age the best years, or if the next few turn out to be the best, then you have my condolences. Because you’ll want to remain here, stuck in these so-called best years, never maturing, wanting only to look, to feel and be the adolescent that whole industries are devoted to forcing you to remain.

One more flawless article of clothing, one more elaborate toy, the truly perfect diet, the harmless but necessary drug, the almost final elective surgery, the ultimate cosmetic-all designed to maintain hunger for stasis. While children are being eroticized into adults, adults are being exoticized into eternal juvenilia. I know that happiness has been the real, if covert, target of your labors here, your choices of companions, of the profession that you will enter. You deserve it and I want you to gain it, everybody should. But if that’s all you have on your mind, then you do have my sympathy, and if these are indeed the best years of your life, you do have my condolences because there is nothing, believe me, more satisfying, more gratifying than true adulthood. The adulthood that is the span of life before you. The process of becoming one is not inevitable. Its achievement is a difficult beauty, an intensely hard won glory, which commercial forces and cultural vapidity should not be permitted to deprive you of."

sábado, 20 de fevereiro de 2021

 A SCIENTIST’S ADVICE ON HEALING

by Christy Ducker

Try to accept
this fat red hurt
is your starting point,
in the way a pen must be put to paper
     in one particular spot,

then move

beyond
the globby flap
of blame
     and past
          the mono-sulk
               of pain.

Change the subject,
before it’s too late.
Sketch out
what health
you do possess,
what signal-cascades,
what flotilla of cells
circumnavigate you,

then draw yourself back
     together again,
in a language
     of your own.

Your body’s talk
is loose as lymph —
it’ll have you open out
     as a tree,
or sneak up on pain
     as assassin,
     sidekick,
     or wolf.

Encourage this
for healing won’t come at you
     straight.
Embrace the lack of heroics —
this isn’t Hollywood,
it’s you,
in a plot
that may
or may not resolve.


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