(fotografia de thomas ruff, "untitled (from the nudes series)", 2001)
(dedicado a richard e nancy murrian)
não há poema que perturbe o grito amarelo-branco-suave, o que tenho debaixo da pele, o que os meus pais e os pais antes deles disseram através das mãos. o amor é um canal, uma flor enxuta e despida, já sabes que o teu nome tem apenas uma fenda entre os braços. e dois dedos a vomitar as neves.
jorge vicente
(gravura de russell young, "easy rider - blue / purple", 2007)
"I've been in this town so long that back in the city
I've been taken for lost and gone
And unknown for a long long time
Fell in love years ago
With an innocent girl
From the Spanish and Indian home
Home of the heroes and villains
Once at night Catillion squared the fight
And she was right in the rain of the bullets that eventually brought her down
But she's still dancing in the night
Unafraid of what a dude'll do in a town full of heroes and villains
Heroes and villains
Just see what you've done
Heroes and villains
Just see what you've done
Stand or fall I know there
Shall be peace in the valley
And it's all an affair
Of my life with the heroes and villains
My children were raised
You know they suddenly rise
They started slow long ago
Ended up healthy wealthy and wise
I've been in this town so long
So long to the city
I'm fit with the stuff
To ride in the rough
And sunny down snuff I'm alright
By the heroes and--
Heroes and villains
Just see what you've done
Heroes and villains
Just see what you've done" (1)
the beach boys
(1) retirado do cd, smiley smile / wild honey (1967) e daqui.
(pintura de marcel gromaire, "ouvrier près du péole", 1949)
"Estávamos no apogeu da última «grande guerra». O nosso volfrâmio parece que corria o destino dentro de vagões indemnes e impantes, partido das fragas brutas das Beiras e de Trás-os-Montes, onde os Fritz engenheiros dirigiam caravanas de bisonhos aldeões e vilões, acorridos do Norte e do Sul. Encharcavam-se estes, dia e noite, nos poços húmidos e empiolhavam-se nas casernas onde dormiam enrolados em mantas, mas, aventurosos como eram, sempre ganhavam um pouco mais que arrancar pedra ou a cavar a terra seca. Que o diabo lhes levasse a alma quando os penedos lhes caíssem em cima!
E de facto, assim aconteceu. Levou o diabo a alma a muitos e as cantinas e vendas organizadas para os servir levaram-lhes o dinheiro" (1)
irene lisboa
(1) LISBOA, Irene apud LAGE, Maria Otília Pereira - Velhas e novas alianças: arquivo e história em ambiente informático: produção de um CDROM. V Encontro Nacional de Arquivos Municipais - Sintra, 29 a 31 de Março de 2000. Sintra, 2000. p. 3.
(pintura de anónimo, "young man with red cap and cigarrette", princípio do século XX)
"I was angry with my friend; i told my wrath, my wrath did end" (1)
william blake
(1) BLAKE, William apud PULLMAN, Philip - The Amber Spyglass. London: Scholastic Press, 2001. ISBN 0-439-99414-4. pg. 267.
(imagem do filme jeremiah johnson, de sydney pollack, com robert redford)
1.
(para o david fernandes, a hope sandoval e a rachel goswell)
perguntas-me se alguma vez escrevi poemas
com gente dentro ou se era apenas a voz da
linguagem a inventar nomes, lugares, sons,
a emoção no dedilhar dos dedos plenos
(como todos os livros ensinam)
perguntas-me se alguma vez haverá algum
homem como johnny ou se o velho ethan
encontrará paz num qualquer lugar bem
longe de monument valley
(talvez seja este o lugar dos sonhos)
perguntas-me se alguma vez escrevi
poemas de amor ou se as pessoas
(as vozes dentro do poema) existiam
como existe o silêncio crescente das neves
perguntas-me o que fica por detrás
mas o velho jeremiah nunca pensou sequer
em palavras quando dormia junto com as
estrelas
jorge vicente
(fotografia de sheila metzner, "michal, odalisque", 1980)
"Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain" (1)
bob dylan
(1) retirado do cd de bob dylan, blonde on blonde (1966)
(fotografia de d. w. mellor, "twist, venice", 1995)
"Maybe it's because I'm only starting
That I think it won't take too long
Maybe it's because I can see you laughing
That I think you've got it wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like an outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said what's he gonna turn out like
And someone else said never mind
Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old
As all the cats I'd ever seen
I grew my hair and bought a suit
Of shiny white or was it cream
I shook and shivered danced and quivered
And stood on a mountain top
No one came from miles around and said
Man your music is really hot
Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak
My throat was tired and worn
My pretty face just looked out of place
As they poured on the scorn
I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king
He said my boy we'll have some crazy scenes
There weren't any scenes at all like he was talkin' about
He must've been the king of queens
Well I could write a million songs about the things I've done
But I could never sing them so they'd never get sung
There's a law for the rich and one for the poor
and there's another one for singers
It's die young and live much longer
Spend your money and sit and wonder
No one came for miles around
And said man your music is really funky
I believe that I must tell the truth
And say things as they really are
But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth
Could I ever be a star
Nobody knows who's real and who's fakin'
Everyone's shouting out loud
It's only the glitter and shine that gets through
Where's my Robin Hood outfit
Well I've come and I've gone before you wink an eye
No one ever cared enought to say goodbye
The money's good and the time you have
Fun and games galore
But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten
And you wonder what you did it for
No one came from miles around
And said man who's he?" (1)
deep purple
(1) retirado do cd dos deep purple, shades 1968-1992 (1999)
