Poemas

tem cuidado ao que te dás e o que te leva.   ou passas os dias a pedir permissão às horas. cuidado que o castigo, a ternura e a sabedoria sejam maneiras  de te pôr a culpa no corpo.  te torcerem a espinha. roerem a sombra.  e a simpatia não é bondade. não sabes que o coração é uma quimera com dentes que se alimenta dando-se?  não sabes que o fogo como o sangue não chora pelo que queima?

A blood black nothingness began to spin. Began to spin. Let's move on to system. System. Feel that in your body. The system. What does it feel like to be part of the system. System. Is there anything in your body that wants to resist the system? System. Do you get pleasure out of being a part of the system? System. Have they created you to be a part of the system? System. Is there security in being a part of the system? System. Is there a sound that comes with the system? System. We're going to go on. Cells. They were all put together at a time. Cells. Millions and billions of them. Cells. Were you ever arrested? Cells. Did you spend much time in the cell? Cells. Have you ever been in an instituion? Cells. Do they keep you in a cell? Cells. When you're not performing your duties do they keep you in a little box? Cells. Interlinked. What's it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked. Do they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked. Do you long f...

I knew a guitar player who called the radio "friendly". He felt a kinship not with the music so much as with the radio's voice. It's synthetic quality. Its voice as distinct from the voices coming through it. Its ability to transmit the illusion of people at a great distance. He slept with the radio. He talked to the radio. He disagreed with the radio. He believed in a Faraway Radio Land. He believed he would never find this land so he reconciled himself to listening to it only. He believed he'd been banned from the Radio Land and was doomed to prowl the air waves forever, seeking some magic channel that would reinstate him to his long-lost heritage.  22/12/79 Homestead Valley, Ca.  Sam Shepard, Motel Chronicles & Hawk Moon  

 Whitechapel, London

  Moteur, Raul! Nouvelle Vague Richard Linklater

Transportna, Black Frequency