Muybridge's strings, by Koji Yamamura
"Since I had nowhere permanent to stay, I had no interest whatever in keeping treasures, and since I was empty-handed, I had no fear of being robbed on the way" [Matsuo Bashô , The records of a travel-worn Satchel]
domingo, 25 de dezembro de 2016
sexta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2016
quinta-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2016
Ithaka
As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
[C. P. Cavafy]
domingo, 11 de dezembro de 2016
Chuva quente sobre um garoto de cílios grandes
Resolvi trocar memorias para o meu aniversário.
Duas imagens que as pessoas guardam de mim.
Ouvi coisas boas,
e outras das quais me envergonhei um bocado.
(Acho melhor terminar o post em poucas palavras mesmo)
Duas imagens que as pessoas guardam de mim.
Ouvi coisas boas,
e outras das quais me envergonhei um bocado.
(Acho melhor terminar o post em poucas palavras mesmo)
sexta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2016
Snow birds
Algo estranho na min apple por estes dias
Um monte de passarinhos, brincando pra todos os lados, na porta das casas, nos arbustos
Deve ser alguma especie de conferencia
Ou uma reuniao pre migracao :)
Um monte de passarinhos, brincando pra todos os lados, na porta das casas, nos arbustos
Deve ser alguma especie de conferencia
Ou uma reuniao pre migracao :)
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