segunda-feira, 21 de maio de 2012
GOLDEN KISS
"Among the foliage, green casket flecked with gold,
In the uncertain foliage that blossoms
With gorgeous flowers where sleeps the kiss,
Vivid and bursting through the sumptuous tapestry,
A startled faun shows his two eyes
And bites the crimson flowers with his white teeth.
Stained and ensanguined like mellow wine
His mouth bursts out in laughter beneath the branches.
And when he has fled - like a squirrel -
His laughter still vibrates on every leaf
And you can see, startled by a bullfinch
The Golden Kiss of the Wood, gathering itself together again."
— Arthur Rimbaud
domingo, 20 de maio de 2012
olhar, aquele
Aquele olhar maior que o olhar de desprezo — um olhar de aversão. Eu olhei para ela e foi o que recebi em troca.
PRIMARY
"My primary relationship is with myself – all others are mirrors of it. As I learn to love myself, I automatically receive the love and appreciation that I desire from others. If I am committed to myself and to living my truth, I will attract others with equal commitment."
— Shakti Gawain, Reflections in the Light
guilty
“Blameless, shameless. The more desperate the eroticism, the more hopelessly women show off their heavy breasts, opening their mouths and screaming out, the greater the attraction. In contrast, a promise of light awaits at the limits of the mystical outlook. I find this unbearable and soon returned to insolence and erotic vomit - which doesn’t respect anybody or anything. How sweet to enter filthy night and proudly wrap myself in it.”
— Georges Bataille, Guilty
drive
“Oral drive, anal drive, vocal drive - all these drives are our strengths, and among them is the gestation drive - just like the desire to write: a desire to live self from within, a desire for the swollen belly, for language, for blood.”
— Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa
sábado, 19 de maio de 2012
voyage far
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.”
— H.P Lovecraft
sexta-feira, 18 de maio de 2012
quinta-feira, 17 de maio de 2012
quarta-feira, 16 de maio de 2012
terça-feira, 15 de maio de 2012
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