When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink in notes and numbers such
As blessed souls can't hear too much ;
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranc'd and lost confusedly,
And by thy music stricken mute,
Die and be turn'd into a lute.
Robert Herrick
When I thy singing next shall hear
Conselho
Sê paciente; espera
que a palavra amadureça
e se desprenda, como um fruto,
ao passar o vento que a mereça.
E. Andrade
Velvet Goldmine
"Tu não tens sequer a capacidade de reconhecer um homem verdadeiramente grande. O seu modo de ser, o seu sofrimento, as suas aspirações, raivas e lutas em teu nome são-te completamente alheios. Nem sequer entendes que existem homens e mulheres incapazes de suprimir-te ou explorar-te e que genuinamente desejam que sejas livre, real e verdadeiramente livre. Nem te agradam, porque são de outra natureza. São simples e directos; para eles a verdade corresponde às tuas tácticas. Vêem-te à transparência, não em derisão, mas em mágoa pelo destino dos homens. Mas tu sentes apenas que olham através de ti, e tens medo. Só os aclamas, Zé Ninguém, quando muitos outros Zés Ninguéns te dizem que esses grandes homens são grandes. Tens medo deles, do tão perto que estão da vida e do amor que lhe têm. O grande homem ama-te simplesmente como criatura humana, ser vivo."
Escuta Zé Ninguém - W. Reich
The Hours
Philip Glass.
To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is, at last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away.
The Hours
What's wrong with the world mama?
People living like aint got no mamas
I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama
Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma
Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin
In the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And if you hatin you're bound to get irate
Yeah madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
You gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all
People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the love2x)
It just ain't the same all ways have changed
New days are strange is the world the insane?
If love and peace so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations dropping bombs
Chemical gases filling lungs of little ones
With ongoing suffering
As the youth die young
So ask yourself is the loving really strong?
So I can ask myself really what is going wrong
With this world that we living in
People keep on giving in
Makin wrong decisions
Only visions of them livin and
Not respecting each other
Deny thy brother
The wars' going on but the reasons' undercover
The truth is kept secret
Swept under the rug
If you never know truth
Then you never know love
Where's the love y'all?(I don't know)
Where's the truth y'all?(I don't know)
Where's the love y'all?
People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father father father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the lovex2)
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm getting older y'all people get colder
Most of us only care about money makin
Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting their young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what the see in the cinema
Whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love, we're spreading anomosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling down
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feeling under
I gotta keep my faith alive, until love is found
People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(fade)
"Now and then", Warhol acknowledged, "someone would accuse me of being evil – of letting people destroy themselves while I watched, just so I could film them and tape record them. But I don't think of myself as evil – just realistic. I learned when I was little that whenever I got aggressive and tried to tell someone what to do, nothing happened – I just couldn't carry it off". He believed that by keeping his mouth shut, his silence might cause people to reconsider their ways. "When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can't make them change if they don't want to, just like when they want to, you can't stop them."
Nem tudo o que parece, é!
"A fantasia, a invenção e a criatividade pensam. A imaginação vê."
Bruno Munari
Death?
There is no death. The stars go down
To raise upon another shore
And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
They shine for ever more.
There is no death. The forest leaves
Convert to life the viewless air;
The rocks disorganize to feed
The hungry moss they bear.
There is no death.The dust we tread
Shall change beneath the summer showers
To golden grain or mellow fruit,
Of rainbow-tinted flowers.
There is no death, the leaves may fall,
The flowers may fade and pass away
They only wait through wintry hours
The warm-sweet breath of May.
There is no death, although we grieve
When beautiful familiar forms
That we have learned to love are torn
From our embracing arms.
Although with bowed and breaking heart,
With sable garb and silent tread
We bear their senseless dust to rest
And say that they are dead...
They are not dead. They have but passed
Beyond the mists that blind us here
Into the new and larger life
Of that serene sphere.
They have but dropped their robe of clay
To put a shining garment on;
They have not wandered far away,
They are not "lost" or "gone".
Though unseen to the mortal eye,
They still are here and love us yet;
The dear ones they have left behind
They never do forget.
Sometimes upon our fevered brow
We feel their touch, a breath of balm;
Our spirit sees them, and our hearts
Grow conforted and calm.
Yes, ever near us, though unseen,
Our dear, immortal spirits tread...
For all God's boundless Universe
Is life – there are no dead.
Anónimo
"– Eu falo falo – diz Marco, – mas quem me ouve só fixa as pérolas que deseja. Outra é a descrição do mundo a que dás benignos ouvidos, outra a que correrá os grupos dos estivadores e gondoleiros nos canais da minha cidade no dia do meu regresso, e outra ainda a que poderei ditar em tardia idade, se fosse feito prisioneiro pelos piratas genoveses e posto a ferros na mesma cela com um escrivão de romances de aventuras. Quem comanda o conto não é a voz: é o ouvido."
"As Cidades Invisíveis" Italo Calvino
Things are not always as they seem.
Books alone are liberal and free. They give to all who ask. They emancipate all who serve them faithfully.
Kamran Nazeer, in Send in The Idiots
