Thursday, July 09, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Is it much to admit I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father's grace
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls
My Girls
Animal Collective
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father's grace
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls
My Girls
Animal Collective
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009

Marc Dombrosky
I Love You To Death or, A Georges Marciano for Guess? denim jacket, probably autographed by River Phoenix in Tacoma, Washington, circa 1988, during the filming of the movie I Love You to Death, signed JENNA. E. on inside front panel and J.E. on label, hung on a metal hanger, possibly belonging to Robert Smithson, recovered from Spiral Jetty, Rozel Point, Great Salt Lake, Utah, in March, 2007
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
-Estou aqui.
-Já te vi.
-Trouxe jantar.
-Isso pode ser terrível. Que fizeste? Uma Vichysoise com cocaína?
Yes mostrou-lhe uma cesta de vime como se fosse um isco.
-Está cheia de coisas maravilhosas: quatro tipos de queijo que nunca provaste, um paté de fígado de frango feito por uma velha de Vic que não conheces, e um salpicão de javali do Valle de Arán.
-Onde foste buscar tudo isso?
-Recomendaram-me uma fromagerie da rua Muntaner, quase na esquina com a General Mitre. Apontei a direcção para ti.
Carvalho pareceu aprovar o lote gastronómico e abriu a porta da casa para que a rapariga entrasse.
-Trouxe-te ainda um livro para queimares. Não sei se vais gostar dele.
-Qualquer um é bom
-É o livro favorito da minha mãe
-Arderá.
-Chama-se A Balada do Café Triste.
-Arderão a balada, o café e a tristeza, e até o corcunda que lá está dentro.
-Leste-o?
-Antes de tu nasceres. Começa a desfazê-lo.
Quando Carvalho voltou com um braçado de lenha, Yes estava diante da chaminé a ler o livro.
-É muito bonito. Dá-me pena queimá-lo.
-Quando tiveres a minha idade agradecer-me-ás ter lido menos um livro, e sobretudo esse. Foi escrito por uma pobre desgraçada que nem graças à literatura conseguiu sobreviver.
-Indulta-o!
-Não.Para a fogueira.
-Troco-o por um dos teus, o que mais odeies. Troco-to por dois. Por três. Prometo-te que te trarei dez livros de casa para queimares.
-Faz o que quiseres.
-Pronto. Desfaço-o.
Os Mares do Sul
Manuel Vázquez Montalbán
-Já te vi.
-Trouxe jantar.
-Isso pode ser terrível. Que fizeste? Uma Vichysoise com cocaína?
Yes mostrou-lhe uma cesta de vime como se fosse um isco.
-Está cheia de coisas maravilhosas: quatro tipos de queijo que nunca provaste, um paté de fígado de frango feito por uma velha de Vic que não conheces, e um salpicão de javali do Valle de Arán.
-Onde foste buscar tudo isso?
-Recomendaram-me uma fromagerie da rua Muntaner, quase na esquina com a General Mitre. Apontei a direcção para ti.
Carvalho pareceu aprovar o lote gastronómico e abriu a porta da casa para que a rapariga entrasse.
-Trouxe-te ainda um livro para queimares. Não sei se vais gostar dele.
-Qualquer um é bom
-É o livro favorito da minha mãe
-Arderá.
-Chama-se A Balada do Café Triste.
-Arderão a balada, o café e a tristeza, e até o corcunda que lá está dentro.
-Leste-o?
-Antes de tu nasceres. Começa a desfazê-lo.
Quando Carvalho voltou com um braçado de lenha, Yes estava diante da chaminé a ler o livro.
-É muito bonito. Dá-me pena queimá-lo.
-Quando tiveres a minha idade agradecer-me-ás ter lido menos um livro, e sobretudo esse. Foi escrito por uma pobre desgraçada que nem graças à literatura conseguiu sobreviver.
-Indulta-o!
-Não.Para a fogueira.
-Troco-o por um dos teus, o que mais odeies. Troco-to por dois. Por três. Prometo-te que te trarei dez livros de casa para queimares.
-Faz o que quiseres.
-Pronto. Desfaço-o.
Os Mares do Sul
Manuel Vázquez Montalbán
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Saturday, January 03, 2009
A Young Woman, A Tree
Passing that fiery tree—if only she could
Be making love,
Be making poetry,
Be exploding, be speeding through the universe
Like a photon, like a shower
Of yellow blazes—
She believes if she could only overtake
The riding rhythm of things,
Of her own electrons,
Then she would be at rest
If she could forget school,
Climb the tree,
Be the tree,
Burn like that.
She doesn’t know yet, how could she
That this same need
Is going to erupt every September
And that in 40 years the idea will strike her
From no apparent source,
In a Laundromat
Between a washer and a dryer,
Like one of those electric light bulbs
Lighting up near a character’s head in a comic strip—
There in that naked and soiled place
With its detergent machines,
Its speckled fluorescent lights,
Its lint piles broomed into corners as she fumbles for quarters
And dimes, she will start to chuckle and double over
Into the plastic baskets’
Mountain of wet
Bedsheets and bulky overalls—
Old lady! She’ll grin,
beguiled at herself,
Old lady! The desire to burn is already a burning! How about that!
Alicia Ostriker
Passing that fiery tree—if only she could
Be making love,
Be making poetry,
Be exploding, be speeding through the universe
Like a photon, like a shower
Of yellow blazes—
She believes if she could only overtake
The riding rhythm of things,
Of her own electrons,
Then she would be at rest
If she could forget school,
Climb the tree,
Be the tree,
Burn like that.
She doesn’t know yet, how could she
That this same need
Is going to erupt every September
And that in 40 years the idea will strike her
From no apparent source,
In a Laundromat
Between a washer and a dryer,
Like one of those electric light bulbs
Lighting up near a character’s head in a comic strip—
There in that naked and soiled place
With its detergent machines,
Its speckled fluorescent lights,
Its lint piles broomed into corners as she fumbles for quarters
And dimes, she will start to chuckle and double over
Into the plastic baskets’
Mountain of wet
Bedsheets and bulky overalls—
Old lady! She’ll grin,
beguiled at herself,
Old lady! The desire to burn is already a burning! How about that!
Alicia Ostriker
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Wuthering Heights
Out on the winding, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. but I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I´m so cold,
let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I´m so cold,
let me in your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love,
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.
Too long I roamed in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I'm so cold,
let me in your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I'm so cold,
let me in your window.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I´m so cold,
let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I´m so cold,
let me in your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I'm so cold.
Kate Bush
Out on the winding, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. but I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I´m so cold,
let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I´m so cold,
let me in your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love,
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.
Too long I roamed in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I'm so cold,
let me in your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I'm so cold,
let me in your window.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I´m so cold,
let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I´m so cold,
let me in your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, I’m Cathy, I've come home and I'm so cold.
Kate Bush
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Soul and Fire
It's all a matter of soul and fire
Infatuation or true desire
The thrill of discovery, divine intervention
Cruel, cruel change, pain of rejection
As you walk away, think of all the joy we shared
If you decide you need me, I'll be wondering if I care
Not there to soothe your soul, friend to tender friend
I think our love is coming to an end
King persuader, congratulations
Share her heart, you bought her soul
Princess confusion, come to me again
Saying goodbye was so much fun
When you walk away, feel the freedom in your heart
There's a joy in letting go, free to find a love apart
When I lose control, I need a kind, forgiving friend
But I think our love is coming to an end
I know our love is coming to an end
Soul and Fire
Sebadoh
It's all a matter of soul and fire
Infatuation or true desire
The thrill of discovery, divine intervention
Cruel, cruel change, pain of rejection
As you walk away, think of all the joy we shared
If you decide you need me, I'll be wondering if I care
Not there to soothe your soul, friend to tender friend
I think our love is coming to an end
King persuader, congratulations
Share her heart, you bought her soul
Princess confusion, come to me again
Saying goodbye was so much fun
When you walk away, feel the freedom in your heart
There's a joy in letting go, free to find a love apart
When I lose control, I need a kind, forgiving friend
But I think our love is coming to an end
I know our love is coming to an end
Soul and Fire
Sebadoh
Friday, August 22, 2008
All I Want
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It’s the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free
Joni Mitchell
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It’s the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free
Joni Mitchell
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Do you remember when we were
Going out for lifeguards
And snuck into the caves where
All the kids were smoking
And jeans were in our uniform
But not unless the calves were thin
And I will take a Polaroid
You will show me how to drink
Summertime, the hottest day
You remember, don’t you baby?
Paranoid, no subscription
You believed
I let you die
When you close your eyes
I don’t need protection
See those clouds arise
Wasn’t my intention
Lately I’m fucked up
But I don’t regret it
Feels like when we lay (?)
Couldn’t wear the […] (?)
Darkness falls away
Then it’s only golden
Where are we today?
Somewhere near our future
So it can be saved
At least it can be reckoned
Each time we come through
Darling, you will listen
Liars
Protection
Going out for lifeguards
And snuck into the caves where
All the kids were smoking
And jeans were in our uniform
But not unless the calves were thin
And I will take a Polaroid
You will show me how to drink
Summertime, the hottest day
You remember, don’t you baby?
Paranoid, no subscription
You believed
I let you die
When you close your eyes
I don’t need protection
See those clouds arise
Wasn’t my intention
Lately I’m fucked up
But I don’t regret it
Feels like when we lay (?)
Couldn’t wear the […] (?)
Darkness falls away
Then it’s only golden
Where are we today?
Somewhere near our future
So it can be saved
At least it can be reckoned
Each time we come through
Darling, you will listen
Liars
Protection






































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