domingo, 29 de abril de 2018

Derek Walcott


Midsummer, Tobago


Broad sun-stoned beaches.

White heat.
A green river.

A bridge, 
scorched yellow palms 

from the summer-sleeping house 
drowsing through August. 

Days I have held, 
days I have lost, 

days that outgrow, like daughters
my harbouring arms.

Felt




A música, a voz, os títulos dos temas, a capa.



The Splendour of Fear (1984)

Instructions for a Light & Sound Machine



Peter Tscherkassky (2005)

quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2018

Rumble Fish


















Uma experiência visual (e não só) que entra pele dentro.



Francis Ford Coppola, EUA, 1983

segunda-feira, 16 de abril de 2018

The Caretaker



O salão de festas do Shining, mundos perdidos, mundos que nunca existiram. Melhor do que a maior parte da pandilha Hauntological Pop, não?


An Empty Bliss Beyond This World (2011)

sábado, 7 de abril de 2018

Iris Murdoch





"We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is."


Charles Demuth



At Marshall's (1917)

The Psychedelic Furs




The Psychedelic Furs (1980)



We Love You

I'm in love with Catholics
I'm in love with your blue cars
I'm in love with the words that scream
We are so stupid, we all dream

I'm in love with Frank Sinatra
Fly me to the moon
I'm in love with fools like you
I'm in love with doing the twist

I'm in love with the bodies that scream
They fall so far, they fall so far
I'm in love with The Supremes
Oh, baby love

I'm in love with Sophia Loren
I'm in love with Bridget Bardot
I'm in love with the whole dumb scene
I'm so in love, you know what I mean

I'm in love with Anthea and Donna
All that shit that goes uptown top ranking

I'm in love with the factory
I'm in love with the BBC
I'm in love with your TV
They're so in love with you and me

(I'm in love with) A nuclear bomb it falls
(I'm in love with)Shopping city dreams
(I'm in love with) Real men
They go through the air for oxygen

Love is just a car like you
That turns so blue and turns so blue
No blue cars will run my world
No playboys will black my word

I would walk a million smiles
For one of your miles Bob
Hey, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

We love you, we love you, we love you
We love you, we love you, we love you
We love you, we love you




Talk, Talk, Talk (1981)



Pretty in Pink


Caroline laughs and it's raining all day
She loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight
She turns herself 'round and she smiles and she says
"This is it, that's the end of the joke"
And loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk through in their coats

She's pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

All of her lovers all talk of her notes
And the flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy?
Isn't she pretty in pink?
The one who insists he was first in the line
Is the last to remember her name
He's walking around in this dress that she wore
She is gone but the joke's the same

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

Caroline talks to you softly sometimes
She says, "I love you" and too much
She doesn't have anything you want to steal
Well, nothing you can touch
She waves, she buttons your shirt
The traffic is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She gives you her clothes, these cars collide

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?



Not your usual bollocks, eh?