My mother loved the colour purple. It wasn't just her favourite colour, it was one of her favourite things. She loved purple & the outdoors. The smell of the sea. Camping. Bike riding. Her biggest passion was the visual arts and crafts (for which she had no formal training), though she worked for an American … Continue reading Isidora & the colour purple
Isidora & the scientist
There is nothing cooler than growing up with a geek dad. I had heard of Douglas Adams and Alan Moore before Hollywood got hold of them and had long chats over books and the universe next to a huge office poster of Batman. Of course, when you have someone constantly trying to get you to … Continue reading Isidora & the scientist
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)
Isidora & Characters
Paraphrasing some iconic author whose name I can’t remember speaking to the Paris Review, great characters are not photographs - they come to life from scratch. I do use sketches, drafts of portraits from the living, which I then try to mold and dress up according to their character potential. I’ll add wrinkles to their … Continue reading Isidora & Characters
Isidora & Philip
All stories teach, whether the storyteller intends them to or not. They teach the world we create. They teach the morality we live by. They teach it much more effectively than moral precepts and instructions. Philip Pullman, Carnegie Medal Acceptance Speech
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.
geração Magalhães
Acredito que, no meu tempo, os professores tinham mais do que vontade de pegar em dois ou três alunos e afastá-los da turma para conseguirem dar aulas. Eu tenho vontade de pegar em dois ou três alunos de cada turma e dar-lhes aulas só a eles.
china
Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit. Philip Pullman, The … Continue reading china
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
para os ansiosos
Seneca wagered that once we look rationally at what will occur if our desires are not fulfilled, we will almost certainly find that the underlying problems are more modest than the anxieties they have bred. Alain de Botton, The Consolations of Philosophy
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
insomniac
i'm pickled with my human fears and purple with self-reproach but i'm waiting, with raw hands, to be washed and struck with a blow from the truly mighty. Sarah Slean, Dinner at 8 (imagem: Vertigo, Sarah Slean)
sem título possível
Anúncio televisivo acabado de ver: Enquanto um par de mãos se move entre o frigorífico e o microondas, ouve-se a voz carinhosa da mãezinha Rita Blanco, como quem lê um bilhete, a dizer algo como "Deixei-te o jantar pronto, o teu preferido. Convida os teus amigos se quiseres". As mãos põem a mesa para quatro … Continue reading sem título possível
leitura de férias
O amor visto pelos gregos antigos, muito pouco românticos, por sinal. Ainda agora o comprei e já vejo o livro todo sublinhado e com anotações à margem. Eros is expropriation. He robs the body of limbs, substance, integrity and leaves the lover, essentially, less. (...) Love does not happen without loss of vital self. The … Continue reading leitura de férias
entretanto
O blog também fez anos e, em tom nostálgico, reproduzimos aqui o início, agora com foto a condizer. princesas a ervilha que eu temo és tu quem a sente? se eu assinto a escalada dessa pilha aclamada de colchões.
mental note
You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions，not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish - not sit intending on a chair. E. M. Forster, Where Angels Fear to Tread
melhor final de canção de sempre
Now I guess you’ve all found a rhyme for Jesus, Even if you haven’t baby he still loves us Oh yeah idem
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
twit twit
Have been told my twitter following is the size of the population of Iceland AND Greenland. May go to Iceland in 2010 to celebrate this. Neil Gaiman Eating cereal and drinking orange juice with added calcium. It's rock and roll baby. I may even brew a cup of tea. Black. Royal Wood Ah, thank you … Continue reading twit twit
gomesianismo II
Para as três pessoas que chegaram a este espacinho à procura de Gomes, o Grande, um sincero bem-haja. Este é para vocês: Bate-me algo no cérebro Não há registos para parar Tudo é vivido com intensidade Os sons condensam-se e estão à acelerar. O ritmo é estonteante: As ondas rebentam. Os morcegos acordam, As flores … Continue reading gomesianismo II
Isidora Works 