Luis Soares's Blog, page 695
July 20, 2012
Anne Michaels - Dois poemas
There is no city that does not dream
There is no city that does not dream
from its foundations. The lost lake
crumbling in the hands of the brickmakers,
the floor of the ravine where light lies broken
with the memory of rivers. All the winters
stored in that geologic
garden. Dinosaurs sleep in the subway
at Bloor and Shaw, a bed of bones
under the rumbling track. The storm
that lit the city with the voltage
of spring, when we were eighteen
on the clean earth. The ferry ride in the rain,
wind wet with wedd...
July 19, 2012
July 18, 2012
Oscar Wilde - Flower of Love
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, thelarger day.
From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.
Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled meed.
I had trod the road which Dant...
July 17, 2012
Rothkos para o calor.
Gosto de arte abstrata. E irritam-me as duas atitudes prevalecentes sobre a mesma, que podem ser traduzidas em duas frases simples: "Isto até eu fazia." e "Isto representa o quê?". Mark Rothko é, no mercado da arte, dos mais valiosos pintores abstratos. Desconfio, contudo, que é por a sua arte ser de fácil leitura: são cores (Red, Orange, Tan And Purple;Orange And Yellow- coisas deste tipo), é quase design, é o tipo de quadro que condiz com um tapete ou um sofá. E isso também me irrita.
Quem c...
