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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
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
Artwork has been inspiring me more lately than other people’s writing. Dautremer has the pastels and the wind & the red I’ve always seen. Lots more here.
You have to beat your own problematic imagination to discover what it is you're saying and how to say it and move forward into the unknown. William Kennedy, 1989
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
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.
Thank you BBC for showing me that Brian Griffin is more than a cartoon dog.
I find myself moving my fingers along the PC keyboard the same way I would dance them around my now dead Kawai. Not the same thing.
Isidora is starting to think that post titles in the third person make her feel like a character (which she is) in a children's book (where she isn't).
As I write this, Facebook has been down for about an hour and everyone is going insane (on Twitter). A couple of days ago, Twitter got hacked and the online edition of BBC News published a story on it in what felt like 10 minutes later. While I predict that, at this rate, the internet … Continue reading Isidora & the Internet
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
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
Black phoenix born anew (hatches, hatches) orphan bird tries a flap and then two.
Knowing what you've got, knowing what you need, knowing what you can do without - that's inventory control. Revolutionary Road
Facebook killed the blogger star.
Design: Rui Santana - Colecção Outono/Inverno 2009/2010 Directora de produção: Joana Monteiro Fotos: Marta Tomé
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.
Está sempre aqui.
O Ricardo (da turma D) contou-me que a Nicole (da turma C) gosta do Alexandre (da turma D) e a Nicole disse-me que a Beatriz (da turma C) lhe disse que o Alexandre também gosta dela, mas ela não tem bem a certeza. Eu cá prefiro o Miguel.
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
Descobri que hoje é o dia mundial da minha nova profissão. Mas, por alguma razão, sinto-me mais babysitter do que professora...
que tenho ar de «estrangeira e de artista do teatro».
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
Passeio e fotos gentilmente cedidos depois do primeiro dia de praxes.
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