"soul kitchen" (the doors)

(fotografia de alain loison, "jane birkin et serge gainsbourg à la prémiere du film slogan", 1969)


"Well, the clock says it's time to close now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves

Well the clock says it's time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here
All night, all night, all night" (1)

the doors


(1) retirado do cd dos doors, the doors (1967)

"silver dagger" (traditional)

(fotografia de tom millea, "sandra" (s/d)


"Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.

All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.

My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long,
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.

Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life." (1)

joan baez



(1) retirado do cd joan baez: volume 1 (1960)

poema 31 de "hierofania dos dedos"

(pintura de paul césar helleu, "ellen et sa tante", 1887)


o poema: a apoteose do encontro
o assumir das palavras brancas
na teurgia que procede ao corpo.

tudo existe
tudo é
na sílaba dos dedos.

jorge vicente