Mad TV with Poetry

Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.

Uma passagem do poema 'Mayakovsky', retirado de Meditations in a Emergency, de Frank O' Hara (1957), esse livro a quem Don envia um exemplar a um desconhecido (por enquanto), dizendo "Reminded me of you". MAD MEN é de facto algo de extraordinário. Custa a entrar, mas depois entranha-se sem misericórdia. Atirem-se a isto que nem feras.

Quando uma música diz tudo o que não conseguimos dizer...

Death Cab for Cutie - 'Transatlanticism' (2003)

the atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how:
the clouds above opened up and let it out.

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled every hole.
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
making islands where no island should go.
oh no.

those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more.
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before
oh no.

I need you so much closer...

-instrumental break -

I need you so much closer...
so come on, come on...

Parabéns miúda

27 aninhos, tanta beleza e tanto talento.

Aquele serão que já fazia falta

Estoril abriu em grande: Juliette Binoche e uma exposição sua com enorme interesse, um jantar de amigos digno de Kodak Theatre e, no fim, a enorme (eu ja suspeitava mas tinha que confirmar) surpresa que foi 'O Fantástico Sr. Raposo' de Wes Anderson... Genial. Era capaz de me habituar a esta vida.