Luis Soares's Blog, page 632
May 20, 2013
Da Tempeste.
Não consigo decidir se gosto mais da música, da encenação, da voz, da dança... Bom, gosto de tudo.
May 17, 2013
George Oppen - Town, a town...
Town, a town,
But location
Over which the sun as it comes to it;
Which cools, houses and lamp-posts,
during the night, with the roads—
Inhabited partly by those
Who have been born here,
Houses built—. From a train one sees
him in the morning, his morning;
Him in the afternoon, straightening—
People everywhere, time and the work
pauseless:
One moves between reading and re-reading,
The shape is a moment.
From a crowd a white powdered face,
Eyes and mouth making three—
Awaited—locally—a date.
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Near your eyes—...
May 16, 2013
Sobre a paixão pelo desporto.
Entre outras coisas, ando a ler a correspondência entre Paul Auster e J.M. Coetzee - Here and Now: Letters (2008–2011) -recentemente publicada em forma de livro e a apreciá-la de sobremaneira. Os assuntos são variados e (quase) todos interessantes, do mais sofisticado ao mais prosaico: a relação entre os nomes e as coisas, a literatura, viagens para cá e para lá, a passagem por Portugal no Lisbon e Estoril Film Festival, a crise financeira, poesia e... desporto.
Sendo benfiquista, esta última...
Tom Waits - Invitation To The Blues (I/II)
Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
She said How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?,
You say 'anyway's t...
