quinta-feira, junho 30, 2011

I'll be your mirror...

Daniel by Thomas Dozol


The term "biophilia" literally means "love of life or living systems." It was first used by Erich Fromm to describe a psychological orientation of being attracted to all that is alive and vital. Wilson uses the term in the same sense when he suggests that biophilia describes "the connections that human beings subconsciously seek with the rest of life.” He proposed the possibility that the deep affiliations humans have with nature are rooted in our biology. Unlike phobias, which are the aversions and fears that people have of things in the natural world, philias are the attractions and positive feelings that people have toward certain habitats, activities, and objects in their natural surroundings.
from Wikipedia (Biophilia Hypothesis)

listen here

Underneath our feet
Crystals grow like plants
Listen how they grow
I'm blinded by the lights
Listen how they grow
In the core of the earth
Listen how they glow

Internal nebula
Rocks growing slow-mo
I conquer claustrophobia
And demand the lights

We mimic the openness
Of the ones we love
Daft till our generosity
Equalizes the flow
With our hearts
We chisel quartz
To reach love

Internal nebula
Rocks growing slow-mo
I conquer claustrophobia
And demand the lights

Octagon, polygon
Pipes up an organ
Sonic branches
Murmuring drone
Crystalizing galaxies
Spread out like my fingers

Internal nebula
Rocks growing slow-mo
I conquer claustrophobia
And demand the lights

It's the sparkle you become
When you conquer anxiety
Sparkle you become
Conquer anxiety
Sparkle you become
When you conquer anxiety
It's the sparkle you become
When you conquer anxiety

Read Bjork on David Attenborough & Nature Documentaries

L, G, B and T

also starring... "...O Corpo é que Paga" by António Variações


Letter To Hermione    David Bowie
Idea For A Story   Bloc Party
Cloud Song   United States of America
…O Corpo É Que Paga   Antonio Variacoes
Love Battery   The Buzzcocks
More rock more talk   The Butchies
Dance Song ’97   Sleater-Kinney
Our Lips Are Sealed   Go-Go’s
Pomagajte drugovi   Oliver Mandic
Angels Never Sleep At Night   Twiggy
Helpless   Sugar
Star 69   R.E.M.
Bet she’s not your girlfriend   Pet Shop Boys
Shaking a lot   Le Sport
Courtesans   The Magnetic Fields
Tell me does she love the bass   Lesbians On Ecstacy
Generosity   Mirah
After The Fall   Throbbing Gristle
The Sweater   Meryn Cadell
Cocaine   Davy Morgan
The Anal Staircase   Coil
I Hate The War   The Ballet
The Trick Is To Keep Breathing   Garbage
Careless Whisper   The Gossip

on perceiving the universe


Doubtless I could not have perceived the universe,
or written one of my poems,
if I had not freely given myself to comrades,
to love.

- Walt Whitman, Calamus Thirty-nine, Leaves of Grass

segunda-feira, junho 27, 2011

the waiting ends...

trouble is blowing...

already: mixed thoughts

"Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them."
— E.M. Forster (A Room with a View and Howards End)

tu aire sensato


sábado, junho 25, 2011

summer nights

Edward Hopper

sexta-feira, junho 24, 2011

about yes's and no's | and the "in betweens"...

try --
v. tried, try·ing, tries
1. To make an effort to do or accomplish (something); attempt: tried to ski.
2. To taste, sample, or otherwise test in order to determine strength, effect, worth, or desirability: Try this casserole. Try the door.
3. Law
a. To examine or hear (evidence or a case) by judicial process.
b. To put (an accused person) on trial.
4. To subject to great strain or hardship; tax: The last steep ascent tried my every muscle.
5. To melt (lard, for example) to separate out impurities; render.
6. To smooth, fit, or align accurately.

To make an effort; strive.

n. pl. trie
1. An attempt; an effort.
2. Sports In Rugby, an act of advancing the ball past the opponent's goal line and grounding it there for a score of three points.

quinta-feira, junho 23, 2011

sexta-feira, junho 17, 2011

quinta-feira, junho 16, 2011

os ensaios continuam...

ver mais aqui:

..."In a nameless city deluged by a continuous rain... [number of people involved in an artistic project] rabbits live with a fearful mystery"...

terça-feira, junho 14, 2011

opening number...

segunda-feira, junho 13, 2011

new crush

"A Supermarket in California"

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked
down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking
at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon
fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at
night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
--and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking
among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?
What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you,
and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy
tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the

Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and
feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade
to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automo-
biles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America
did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a
smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of

Allen Ginsberg

(click on the post title to listen)

way of life

“A way of life can be shared among individuals of different age, status, and social activity. It can yield intense relations not resembling those that are institutionalized.(...)"

— Michel Foucault, ‘Friendship as a Way of Life’, 1981.

It is indeed a way of life, the way we choose to live, the way we position ourselves, cause there has to be always a position, always a statement on how do we choose to live. More than quoting Foucault on how friendship is a way a life, I state that relationships are a way of life, and how do we tend to mix them all together is something that I do not quite understand very well. This is only a thought for all of you to whom I was, one way or another, somehow related... I do not seek to understand the meaning of "end". I do not seek to feed more anger or detachment or an unconcerned (yet, full of prejudices) apathy whenever we cross eachother on the street. Probably this is for all of you that are never going to read this thought, but I seek for some kind of appeasement in how I relate towards other people. More than just a way of life it is an almost impossible task to traverse it without acknowledge the impact it has on how chooses the "ways" of live we want to take.
I do not seek for acceptance from the eyes that rush out of my sight... But to choose means to accept the decisions that one makes, aware that this "sharing" between individuals is, in fact, more than just a way of clicking "Like" on someone and as easy to get out of it just by trying to erase a link, so that whenever we run through our contacts we don't have to run into that person's face - the sign of its own individuality and existence - reminding us of the intensity that human interaction has. So please be kind, and the next time you run into someone on the street and you actually know them (and know that you have shared something with them) please think on how you're going to look them back. For me... I do not seek to be looked back by those that when I try to welcome them I feel left aside and think that maybe I never actually met that person...

domingo, junho 12, 2011

multiplied identity

These images were created from scanning and manipulating two or more negatives in Adobe Photoshop. Using the computer as a tool to create a “believable” situation is not that different from accepting any photograph as an object of truth, or by creating a story about two people seen laughing, making-out, or quarreling in a restaurant. These photographs reconstruct the private relationships that I have experienced personally, witnessed in public, or watched on television. The events portrayed in these photographs look believable, yet have never occurred. By digitally creating a photograph that is a composite of multiple negatives of the same model in one setting, the self is exposed as not a solidified being in reality, but as a representation of social and interior investigations that happen within the mind.

This work represents an autobiographical questioning of sexuality and gender roles that shape the identity of the self in intimate relationships. Polarities of identity such as the masculine and feminine psyche, the irrational and rational self, the exterior and interior self, the motivated and resigned self are portrayed. By combining multiple photographic negatives of the same model in each image, the dualities of the self are defined by body language and clothing worn. This work is an honest representation of the duality or multiplicity of the self in regards to decisions about intimate relationships, family, belief systems and lifestyle options.

The importance of these images lies in the representation of interior dilemmas portrayed as an external object - a photograph. Through these images the audience is presented with “constructed realities”. I am interested in not only what the subject matter says about myself, but also what the viewers response to these images says about their own identities and social constructs.

sábado, junho 11, 2011

perfil adequado(?)

PERFIL ADEQUADO (Sem Palco - Associação Cultural)

em ensaios - fase final...

Actor? Performer? Criador? Qual o perfil adequado? Um híbrido que reúna em si mesmo a capacidade de acumular linguagens, respostas, ataques, vontades, experiências…?

sexta-feira, junho 10, 2011

Tree of Life

quinta-feira, junho 09, 2011


on fear

Fear, after all, is our real enemy. Fear is taking over our world. Fear is being used as a tool of manipulation in our society. It’s how politicians peddle policy. It’s how Madison Avenue sells us things we don’t need. Think about it. The fear of being attacked. The fear that there are communists lurking around at the corner. The fear that some little Caribbean country that doesn’t believe our way of life poses a threat to us. The fear that black culture may take over the world. The fear of Elvis Presley’s hips. Actually, maybe that one is a real fear. Fear that our bad breath might ruin our friendships. Fear of growing old and being alone. Fear that we’re useless and that no one cares what we have to say.

from "A Single Man" - Colin Firth as George...

terça-feira, junho 07, 2011

playing both parts...

Andrej Pejic

100 years of Mexican revolution @ Cannes


"Revolución" (2010) @ Cannes

Dir: Mariana Chenillo, Fernando Eimbcke, Amat Escalante, Gael García Bernal, Rodrigo García, Diego Luna, Gerardo Naranjo, Rodrigo Plá, Carlos Reygadas, Patricia Riggen.

segunda-feira, junho 06, 2011

...bitterest envy


When I peruse the conquered fame of heroes,
and the victories of mighty generals,
I do not envy the generals,
Nor the President in his Presidency,
nor the rich in his great house;
But when I read of the brotherhood of lovers,
how it was with them,
How through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging,
long and long,
Through youth, and through middle and old age,
how unfaltering, how affectionate and faithful they were,
Then I am pensive —
I hastily put down the book, and walk away,
filled with the bitterest envy.

-Walt Whitman, Calamus Twenty-eight, Leaves of Grass

"Game of Thrones": uma pequena reflexão apartidária

Ainda me lembro de ser pequeno e descer as ruas do Porto a ondular com orgulho a bandeira cor-de-laranja hasteada, janela fora, ao sabor do vento e ver com os meus próprios olhos a decomposição das fibras de tecido que cediam à força da passagem do ar condicionada pela velocidade de deslocação do carro que o meu Pai conduzia. As buzinas ouviam-se e o Cavaco era o nosso primeiro-ministro.
Os meus pais e os meus avós congratulavam-se - num acto que espelha a mediocridade do ser humano que reside numa vontade de vencer e que supera muitas outras vontades - e sentiam-se orgulhosos por ter acertado no seu voto.
Hoje, ao descer os Aliados, a pé, ouvia essa mesma felicidade reproduzida, como num dejá vù, dos carros que passavam e bandeiras (provavelmente com uma qualidade de tecido superior e capaz, talvez, de superar as condicionantes da Física) ondulantes de um cor-de-laranja que me fez pensar neste hiato temporal que me separa da minha infância... que me separa de um Portugal bastante diferente e de um crescimento pessoal que não me tornou - em momento algum - mais próximo da política, mas mais consciente, mais preocupado.
Hoje penso, em qual será o sentido de as pessoas continuarem a olhar para a política da mesma forma que o coração de algumas é apenas Azul e Branco...?! Como é que se mistura tanto o sentido de responsabilidade com o instinto natural humano de conseguir subir a um trono sem olhar a meios?
Winter is coming, é a frase ideal que descreve o cenário da série (que ainda não vi, mas que já ouvi falar muito), "Game of Thrones", que se baseia numa mistura de fantasia de terror com as conquistas da idade medieval, e é também a frase ideal para descrever o inverno em que se vive, um inverno desolador, cinzento onde não parece haver nada a fazer a não ser esperar que passe. E é face a essa espera que me sento e escrevo, incrédulo, por ter visto passar esses carros a reproduzir a acção/espelho da inconsciência que se resume apenas ao típico "ganhou o meu clube", quando na realidade - independentemente de quem "ganhou" - ninguém ganha nada e continuamos a alimentar esta sede por competição que em nada se torna produtiva, que em nada resolve esta nossa situação de um inverno que já chegou há muito e que, parece, vai durar bastante (como aliás qualquer Inverno, por mais curto ou ameno que seja, parece sempre que demora eternidades a passar, até ver finalmente o sol quente despontar...).

90's samples...

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sexta-feira, junho 03, 2011


quinta-feira, junho 02, 2011

big-ass message


the creative habit

“When I walk into the white room I am alone, but I am alone with my:

body, ambition, ideas, passions, needs, memories, goals, prejudices, distractions, fears.

The last two—distractions and fears—are the dangerous ones… Let me tell you my five big fears:

1. People will laugh at me.
2. Someone has done it before.
3. I have nothing to say.
4. I will upset someone I love.
5. Once, executed, the idea will never be as good as it is in my mind.”

Twyla Tharp

MarthaGraham in her studio,New York,1961