Is it the fever first And then the fire?
Tintas, pintores, artistas, telas. Há um cromo repetido, com tonalidades diferentes, mas o Vincent merece.
A corrente pede 10 álbums que ainda apareçam nas nossas playlists - uma capa por dia, sem explicações, e com a nomeação da praxe. Vou saltar os artifícios e apresentar os 10 da minha vida (que deviam ser 20 para caberem mais), um pouco por ordem de importância:
Breaking my foot was, by far, one of the best things that ever happened to me. And, even though I set my crutches aside over a year ago, there's something about forced seclusion that makes you want to suck the marrow out of life as soon as you're able to walk the world again. It … Continue reading Song Illustration: The Right Words
Once I took the universe to dinner When she failed to yield the earth's demands 'Oh,' she said 'you mean that little ant farm? I'm alright, dear, I've got other plans' And we're sad because we think we don't belong here We're guilty 'cause we think we should be stars Floating in a navy soup, … Continue reading Song Illustration Series: Universe
There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen, Anthem There is tremendous power in joy. It recharges you. It can be used as a shield against big, bad, scary creatures that threaten you with darkness. Better yet, it can be stored for subsequent use when these gloomy creatures … Continue reading Make Good Art
Finally found a good use for a white pen.
Canadian music: feeding my soul since 2005.Individual praises here, here and here.It may be the cold, or the boreal forest, or the openheartedness - but I'm more in tune with their words and notes than any other on this side of the Ocean.
You visit when I am listening to the Earth turn You ask me if I know your name I can smell the sweetness of the silence I wonder if your lips taste quite the same Sarah Slean, Glenn Gould Song
Autumn's mist and Sarah's Sea I'm back to the months when I longed to see what I've since met but have not seen yet.
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
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
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)
And no, you can't play that in this serious hall Only apes, wearing capes, get the curtain call. Parasol, Sarah Slean (imagem: The Sweepers and the Maestro, Sarah Slean)
"... a dignified man on a bicycle with a book in each chamber of his heart" (imagem & texto: Sarah Slean)
One day I found my Joy. Stammering and weeping I asked him where have you been? Ha, he said. I was going to ask you that Sarah Slean, One Day (imagem: Blowing Butterflies, Sarah Slean)
not-yet-lover. how you hang in perfection. a knight a white flower an unlying lip upon lip. at an hour past grace i am thinking on the plot of our delicious fiction, a future, ridiculous... our maybe, divine. you're a vessel i fill greedily, the wild tale i tell myself before you are human. be not … Continue reading not-yet-lover
B - what you reach for is already there, in your hand, you may think we are birds condemned to the land, but somewhere eternal, beyond feeble sight. the gravity creature is always in flight. F - follow me follow me follow me follow me today is the fountain from which you must feed forget … Continue reading Abecedarian – fragmentos
My Invitation You are what they call the human season You are all the alphabet in one You are every colour of confusion You are all the silence I've become Love me for Stupid reasons I like those most Wide-eyed but Worth believing God knows Damn the angry voice that keeps us queit The editor … Continue reading convite…