fin edquist, mendel's tree (2009)

(imagem de mendel's tree)


Acabada que é a época do Natal e do Ano Novo [e também a da Páscoa], sabe bem ver este filme, ecuménico, divertido mas, ao mesmo tempo, revelador das pequenas mentiras que teimamos em esconder às nossas famílias / entes queridos / amigos. Mendel é um judeu supostamente ortodoxo que adora as tradições natalícias: a árvore de Natal, a música, as decorações. No entanto, a família vai-lhe visitar e, num espaço de trinta minutos até que eles cheguem a sua casa, tem de retirar todos os indícios de que o Natal passou por ali. Tem de ser o mesmo judeu ortodoxo que sempre foi...

Jorge Vicente



(mendel's tree)

"jewish prayer" (traditional / james twyman"

(fotografia de frank horvat, da série "italy" (1948-50)

"Come, let us go up to the mountain of
the Lord, that we may walk the
paths of the Most High.
And we shall beat our swords into ploughshares,
and our spears into pruning hooks.
Nation shall not lift up sword against nation-
neither shall they learn war any more.
And none shall be afraid, for the mouth of the
Lord of Hosts has spoken." (1)

james twyman



(1) retirado do disco de james twyman, 12 prayers (1994)

"you're in a bad way" (sarah cracknell / bob stanley / pete wiggs)

(fotografia de manuel alvarez bravo, "fruta prohibida", 1976)

"Toast is burned,
and your coffee’s cold,
And you leave all the post `cause it’s nothing but bills again.
Home from work,
put the tv on.
Get your kicks watching bruce on the old generation game

Just dial my number,
I’ve got some plans for you.
You’re in a bad way
and I can help you through.
You’re in a bad way,
every day is just the same.
Just dial my number
or call my name.

Jeans are old
and your hair’s all wrong
Don’t you know that crew-cuts and trainers are out again?
Going out
you’re feeling low
Running for cover, it looks like it’s going to rain.
what a shame.)

Just dial my number,
I’ve got some plans for you.
You’re in a bad way and I can help you through.
You’re in a bad way,
every day seems just the same.
Just dial my number
or call my name." (1)

saint etienne


(1) retirado da k7 dos saint etienne, too young to die (1995) e daqui

"silent all these years" (tori amos)

(desenho de henry moore, "stonehenge", 1973)


"Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah I can hear that
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know
But nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me
You never shut-up
Yeah I can hear that

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent All These Years

So you found a girl
Who thinks really deep thougts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best praya that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you
My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven
Where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker
Do you think it's enough
To get us there

Cause what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent All These...

Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy Easy Easy

Well I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
But baby don't look up
The sky is falling
Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
It's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you here
Take hold of my hand
Yeah I can hear them

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice

And it's been here
Silent All These Years
I've been here
Silent All These Years" (1)

tori amos


(1) retirado de live with the metropole orchestra - radio broadcast (2010) e daqui.

"the new pollution" (beck hansen / mike simpson / john king)

(pintura de romero britto, "untitled", s/d)


"She's got cigarette army charm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburetor tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the fruit of the ages

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery ball
Throwing truffles to the dying embers

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's the boat in a strip mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers

She's alone in the new pollution" (1)

beck



(1) retirado do ep "the new pollution" (1997) e daqui.

poema 35 do livro hierofania dos dedos

(fotografia de arno r. minkkinen, "self-portrait, banks, oregon", 2005)


aquele que escreve no limiar do fogo vive apenas na certeza das mãos. são elas que dizem da hierofania maior: a que parte do rosto e descende à altura dos dedos, como se o homem-outro fosse uma extensão do rosto e das pétalas salientes da pele.

aquele que diz é apenas quem diz. e quem pronuncia as três verdades do som: o om, a sílaba, a palavra. verso algum poderá existir que não aspire ao ventre das mulheres.

jorge vicente

(in hierofania dos dedos. Coimbra: Temas Originas, 2009. pg. 40)