Nome comum: Jasmim-dos-Poetas

Percorria ao anoitecer os jardins 

da cidade à procura das flores

oficiais – sobem amparadas 

e perfumam com a memória 

do chá as ruas irregulares. 

Levava uma tesoura de unhas,

insuficiente e desnecessária porque

não colhia nada que fosse vivo.

Restavam-me frases livres,

páginas dobradas, cadeiras desiguais

e os pratos vazios deixados

aos gatos. 

O primeiro poema encontrei-o 

numa dessas buscas

debaixo da árvore maior,

no ferro que sustenta a copa,

preso com uma mola da roupa.

Margarida Ferra

[alcainça]

joni de parabéns. entra vinda do frio.



Back in 1957 We had to dance a foot apart And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines Holding their rulers without a heart And so with just a touch of our fingers I could make our circuitry explode All we ever wanted Was just to come in from the coldCome in Come in from the cold (we were so young) Oh come in Come in from the cold
We really thought we had a purpose We were so anxious to achieve We had hope The world held promise For a slave to liberty Freely I slaved away for something better And I was bought and sold And all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (we were so sure) Oh come in Come in from the cold
I feel your leg under the table Leaning into mine I feel renewed I feel disabled By these bonfires in my spine I don't know who the arsonist was Which incendiary soul But all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (you were so warm) Oh come in Come in from the cold
I am not some stone commission Like a statue in a park I am flesh and blood and vision I am howling in the dark Long blue shadows of the jackals Are falling on a pay phone by the road Oh all they ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (I was so low) Oh come in Come in from the cold
Is this just vulgar electricity Is this the edifying fire (it was so pure) Does your smile's covert complicity Debase as it admires (just a flu with a temperature) Are you just checking out your mojo (oohoo) Or am I just fighting off growing old (just a high fever) All I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (it was so pure) Oh come in Come in from the cold
I know we never will be perfect Never entirely clear (when the moon shines) We get hurt and we just panic And we strike out Out of fear (you were only being kind) I fear the sentence of this solitude 200 years on hold (for my loving crime) Oh and all we ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (when the moon shines) Oh come in Come in from the cold
When I thought life had some meaning Then I thought I had some choice (I was running blind) And I made some value judgments In a self-important voice (I was outa line) But then absurdity came over me And I longed to lose control (into no mind) Oh all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold
Come in Come in from the cold (you were so kind) Please come in (so kind) Come in from the cold Come in come in Come in from the cold, etc.

roberta joan anderson 

a.k.a. joni mitchell 

festeja hoje setenta risonhos outonos 

[estás na mesma, miúda...]

Ontem adormeceste, ainda 

tínhamos as facas todas na boca

e três por abrir.

Ficou uma pousada

em equilíbrio geométrico

na linha dos lábios.

Não sei de quem eram 

esses lábios de onde 

o gume imóvel não deixava sair 

as palavras duras 

e, mais tarde, os pesadelos.

Outra, o cabo na minha mão,

esqueci-a antes da última 

costela flutuante 

depois do coração.

De manhã éramos só nós, frios, 

e a memória das cinzas na rua.

A terceira foi como se nunca tivesse existido.

Margarida Ferra

outra pérola de bill callahan, ainda do tempo dos smog.

I love my mother

I love my father

I love my sisters too

I bought this guitar

To pledge my love

To pledge my love to you

I am a rock

Bottom riser

And I owe it all to you

I saw a gold ring

At the bottom of the river

Glinting

At my foolish heart

Oh my foolish heart

Had to go diving

Diving diving

Into the murk

And from the bottom of the river

I looked up for the sun

Which had shattered in the water

And the pieces were raining down

Like gold rings

That passed through my hands

As I thrashed and grabbed

I started rising rising

I left my mother

I left my father

Left my sisters too

Left them standing on the banks

And they pulled me out

Of this mighty mighty river

I am a rock

Bottom riser

And I owe it all to you

Fragmentos Persas

54.   Encheremos o mundo de coisas preciosas, serão tantas que os homens passarão por elas julgando-as banais.

98.   E, para que ninguém Nos compreenda, inventaremos a religião.

Afonso Cruz

window facade

joseph cornell

hoje acordei com esta canção no ouvido. mesmo sem título…



Walked away released from all my crimes 
Walked away released from all my crimes 
But I could never hide what I kept inside 
Walked away released from all my sins 
Walked away released from all my sins 
But the cruelest thing was all my suffering 
When I held you that night, I knew it felt so right 
I knew it felt so right 
Walked away released from all my crimes 
Walked away released from all my crimes 
But I could never hide what I kept inside

fábula  da  replicação  genética

sempre soube que havia dentro de si uma inclinação poética:

e mesmo sabendo que a replicação acarreta o fardo iniludível
de cada cópia ser um bocadinho menos perfeita que a anterior

não resistiu o engenheiro genético a clonar o seu melhor verso

não resistio u engenheiro genético a klonar o seu melhor verso

naum rezistio u enjinheiro jenético a klonar u seu melhor verço

(sim, confesso, outra ideia roubada a roger mcgough)

[ largo de são carlos ]

3 ways to stop alligators from biting your bottom when you are on the toilet

1) Do not go during the rainy season.

2) If you must go, use only toilets in the first class sections of aeroplanes.

3) Using face paints, make your bottom so scary it will frighten them away.

Roger McGough

o jovem mckinley morganfield perdeu a mãe muito novo e foi criado pela avó. o rapaz gostava de brincar na lama do ribeiro que passava perto da casa onde moravam, no mississippi rural, e foi ela que lhe pôs a alcunha de muddy. 
e foi em 1951 que muddy waters pegou no mesmo riff que tinha utilizado em "rollin' stone" e gravou este azul. 



Well, now, there's two, there's two trains running 
Well, they ain't never, no, going my way 
Well, now, one run at midnight and the other one 
Running just 'fore day 
It's running just 'fore day 
It's running just 'fore day 
Oh Lord sure 'nough they is 
Oh well 

Mm mm, ho ho ho, somebody help me, ho, with these blues 
Well, now, she's the one I'm loving, she's the one 
I do hate to lose 
I do hate to lose 
I do hate to lose 
Oh Lord, sure 'nough I do 
Oh well 

I been crazy; yes, I been a fool 
I been crazy, oh, all of my life 
Well I fell in love with a 
With another man's wife 
With another man's wife 
With another man's wife 
Oh Lord, sure 'nough I done 
Oh well 

Lord, she's so long and tall, till she weep like a willow tree 
Well, now, they say she's no good, but she's all right 
She's all right with me 
She's all right, she's all right 
She's all right, she's all right 

self-portrait

jean-michel basquiat

d e s c u b r a
a s
s e t e
d i f e r e n ç a s :







entre os rios...








a) da menina joni






b) das meninas madeleine e kathryn



Its coming on christmas 
They're cutting down trees 
They're putting up reindeer 
And singing songs of joy and peace 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
But it dont snow here 
It stays pretty green 
I'm going to make a lot of money 
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene 
I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I wish I had a river so long 
I would teach my feet to fly 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I made my baby cry 

He tried hard to help me 
You know, he put me at ease 
And he loved me so naughty 
Made me weak in the knees 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I'm so hard to handle 
I'm selfish and I'm sad 
Now I've gone and lost the best baby 
That I ever had 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I wish I had a river so long 
I would teach my feet to fly 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye 

Its coming on christmas 
They're cutting down trees 
They're putting up reindeer 
And singing songs of joy and peace 
I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on

[ alcainça ]

alforria blues

aceitei que o mar é a única escrita que existe, antes disso

tinha firmado o corpo todo dentro dele até a cintura

sentia o bom sentir que é só sensação

o coração muito arraigado e estriado

o coração como uma batata crescendo na terra

tão contente que desconfiava

dos vaticínios, dos oráculos,

dos conselhos, dos pais,

das leis, dos sãos, afiava

todo o porvir em rios

de ervas - mananciais do ritmo.

então dei a ponta do meu dedo ao céu

e ele, em fluxo, retribuiu.

sopraram-me ao ouvido:

escreva nos bastidores do vivo.

e eu senti a rasante do pássaro que vem me ver.

Júlia de Carvalho Hansen

tom waits

anton corbijn

já vos disse que ando com um mau pressentimento? tive a felicidade de ter ouvido miles davis ao vivo, e os meus queridos frank zappa e karl-heinz stockhausen também (faltou-me o hendrix, eu sei, era muito novo para o poder ter visto em palco) mas nos últimos tempos foi o j. j. cale e agora o lou reed - e já só me resta um herói (dos heróis a sério) na música... é verdade que nos últimos anos kurt wagner e bill callahan passaram a ocupar uma parte dos lugares deixados vagos, mas o meu medo mantém-se; por vezes desaparece, é certo, mas depois regressa e é mais forte. e é esse o meu temor indefinido, o não saber o que vou sentir quando souber que tom waits nos deixou.




Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down to the street
I'm shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full with all of those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds

Well you wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing that will ever capture your heart
They're just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh, if I was the one you chose to be your only one
Oh baby can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night it's just the same, you leave me lonely now

I know your window and I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four-way
You watch them as they fall, oh baby, they all have heart attacks
They stay at the carnival, but they'll never win you back

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Where every night, every night it's just the same, oh baby
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All of my dreams they fall like rain, oh baby on a downtown train

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Where every night, every night it's just the same, oh baby
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All of my dreams just fall like rain, all on a downtown train
All on a downtown train, all on a downtown train
All on a downtown train, a downtown train