She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet. Persuasion, Jane Austen Alguém me disse, em tempos, que era o melhor livro da amiga Jane. Talvez já não tenha idade para eles, talvez, por ter sido o último, estivesse à espera … Continue reading austenismos
cabalismos
Comprei um livro de numerologia cabalista que 'descodifica o contrato da alma' de cada um. Depois de inúmeras somas, é-me revelado que parte da solução para os meus problemas de dinheiro é pensar duas vezes se objecto de consumo X é realmente necessário. Posto isto, devolvi o livro e recuperei 13€.
autodisciplina
#1 - Pequeno ou grande mas terminado: um desenho por dia.
notebook rehab
save on notebooks - get a new blog.
pure
Like everyone else in the house, she suffers from dreams. Pure, Andrew Miller
LXIX
ONE need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Emily Dickinson - LXIX -
Stygian
You have been carried for years on someone else's lips (you sound good on paper) with your island descent and abyss ascent and all the spectres forever loyal. I have not met you but know your women and tangled tales (I know far too many details) of you the shy ghost who never shows. We … Continue reading Stygian
e outros demónios
se me senti encontrada não reclamei que me viu e, pensando-me inerte, deu a volta e seguiu.
Sister Sarah
Our lives were full of bohemian friends with sketchbooks and cigarettes, orchestras, poetry, philosophy and science. A ton of leather cover books. We would get drunk on joie de vivre... and many a bottle of red wine. The more I learn about her mind and heart, the more I feel like Sarah Slean is a … Continue reading Sister Sarah
Hg
Me, the ever restless twins Fast as wings in Hermes’ heels You, Apollo’s racing car Know what is a cinnabar. From chemistry to alchemy Astrology, astronomy An orbit of the highest Eccentricity Coulomb interaction Semi-neurotic reaction To bad grammar and bad spelling That we both find so repelling. You know the capital of Nepal … Continue reading Hg
old tales
Little Princess Little Princess, I declare There's nothing finer than your hair Its perfect waves and perfect length And how it seems to give you strength Little Princess, how you stare!, Into mine eyes I cannot bare As if once lost and by me found Your tiny feet swept off the ground Little Princess, do … Continue reading old tales
emerging self
Fidgety Fluttering Flickering
What Would Olivia Dunham Do?
Prior to writing this, I thought about the heroes I’ve had in the past and, apart from Disney’s Ariel, all the action characters that have inspired courage in my backbone and made me long for adventure were, I’m sorry to say, men. Until I met Olivia Dunham. I came across Fringe almost by accident and, … Continue reading What Would Olivia Dunham Do?
Isidora & The Boy Who Lived
In the longer-than-necessary The Order of the Phoenix, Harry asks Luna why are they the only ones who can see Thestrals, a species of skeleton-like winged horses that everyone else deems invisible. "They can only be seen by people who've seen death,” she replies. This little sentence sums up what I see as the special … Continue reading Isidora & The Boy Who Lived
Cosmology (pt. 1)
I. Light light said the Word was there not Spirit before Matter came, though they say the clay was molded first? Light life blew the Breath that condensed to make flesh from the breast of the Earth now the Mother of all birth. II. There is always a serpent hissing up your spine all the … Continue reading Cosmology (pt. 1)
it aches my love
it aches my love it aches your silence pressing against my chest my flesh ripping open wounds tiny and big closing and healed it burns my love it burns flames and heat scrapping the surface of some inner organ the hidden place where pain is felt and I try my love to keep my love … Continue reading it aches my love
Isidora & Prose
I am a painfully s l o w writer of prose and soaringwriterofverse. To my mind prose is convention & norm, poetry free form. In a poem, you can cut sentences in half wherever you wish and pile them up together in whatever shape you want You could never have that with prose.
Isidora Burns for Hawksley
At the time I was hungry for Paris and its bohemian sounds: I wanted accordions and violins and cabaret pianos in a 3/4 beat & Sarah Slean lead me to him. Everything I read spoke of this extravagant, flamboyant artist, but I came to see something very different. Yes, he's astoundingly prolific and, yes, he's … Continue reading Isidora Burns for Hawksley
Isidora comes of age
Black sunflowers are but red. I am not darkness a Lilith moon calling out beasts and demons to roam the woods and minds of dreamers who step down the steps to the cave where they store what they hide. I am a different cave: where every creature goes to digest what it feels that harbors … Continue reading Isidora comes of age
Isidora’s Birth
Black phoenix born anew (hatches, hatches) orphan bird tries a flap and then two.
um dia beijo-te
um dia beijo-te ao som do vermelho tinto que trazemos no sangue mesmo que não sintas fervilhar no teu os meus lábios dir-te-ão mais que as palavras e juras que carrego nas veias. um dia beijo-te ao chegar a coragem de dizer sem versos as rimas que sinto na minha pele ansiosa pela tua de … Continue reading um dia beijo-te
antigas e eternas crises de fé
Como o antepassado milenar, duvido por não ver. Há todo um sistema que fui descobrindo/criando/fixando para responder a comos e porquês. E que agora vacila. Porque uma ascensão - de acordo com os pilares - implicaria pôr os pés nas águas, na esperança de conseguir andar sobre elas. Aquilo que sinto ser verdade pede-me que … Continue reading antigas e eternas crises de fé
porque é que o "the fall" é o melhor filme de fantasia de todos os tempos
Alexandria: Why are you killing everybody? Why are you making everybody die? Roy Walker: It's my story! Alexandria: Mine, too! Era uma vez... laranjas. Um cavalo roubado, um cavalo partido. Uma borboleta rara e a alma nos dentes. Uma história de amor improvável entre dois despedaçados, o The Fall é como aqueles sonhos com associações … Continue reading porque é que o "the fall" é o melhor filme de fantasia de todos os tempos
gomesianismo
Vagueando toda a noite. Bebendo todo o dia. Vida de pobre Ninguém nos tira uma fotografia. Já aborrecidos à tarde Bafámos um charro. A alegria voltou Mijámos em cima de um carro. Embora o verso pareça fácil Ainda tive de reflectir um bocado. Agrada-me escrever Sobre o futuro, presente e passado. João Gomes, #32, in … Continue reading gomesianismo
it is quiet
it is quiet my love I do not float away at your sight at your words at your matter of gray it is rooted my love like the ancient cool stream your reflection so close to the one I have seen and they're crappy, my love these words and the rhymes as it's born in … Continue reading it is quiet
