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sexta-feira, novembro 29, 2002
 
"To regret one´s own experience is to arrest one´s own development. To deny one´s own experience is to put a lie into the lips of one´s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul". Oscar Wilde, De Profundis.


 
"There are times when Sorrow seems to me to be the only truth. Other things may be illusions of the eye or the appetite, made to blind the one and cloy the other, but out of Sorrow have the worlds been built, at the birth of a child or a star, there is pain." Oscar Wilde, De Profundis.



quarta-feira, novembro 27, 2002
 
*SORRY NOT IN SERVICE*


 
I could sleep for a thousand years.


 
A entrevista com os Racionais MCs, exibida pelo Yo! (MTV) semana passada entrou para a História da, digamos, cultura brasileira.
Se não fosse pela própria entrevista, coisa rara em se tratando dos Racionais, algumas frases foram simplesmente antológicas, como essas, do Mano Brown:

- "Pros pretos, no Brasil, a solução é falar "não". É se impor, não aceitar qualquer coisa. Não entrar no jogo dos caras".

- "Eles têm de capitalizar, em forma de dinheiro, o nosso espírito. Eles têm o dom de fazer tudo virar moda. Tudo na mão deles vira moda. A mídia tem esse dom de deixar tão popular que perde a essência".

-“O DJ bom pra mim é o que deixa a música rolar e não me atrapalha”.

Mas as melhores de todas foram essas; primeiro Ice Blue:

- “Os caras ficam que nem cientista maluco, querendo estudar todos os baratos que a gente fala, as entrevistas”.

E por fim, Mano Brown...

- “Cada favelado é um universo em crise”.

!


terça-feira, novembro 26, 2002

 
..."Fiz de mim o que não soube,
E o que podia fazer de mim não o fiz.
O dominó que vesti era errado.
Conheceram-me logo por quem não era e não desmenti, e perdi-me.
Quando quis tirar a máscara,
Estava pegada à cara.
Quando a tirei e me vi ao espelho,
Já tinha envelhecido.
Estava bêbado, já não sabia vestir o dominó que não tinha tirado.
Deitei fora a máscara e dormi no vestiário
Como um cão tolerado pela gerência
Por ser inofensivo
E vou escrever esta história para provar que sou sublime" ...

Álvaro de Campos


segunda-feira, novembro 25, 2002
 
"Há porcos que repugnam a sua própria porcaria, mas se não afastam dela, por aquele mesmo extremo de um sentimento , pelo qual o apavorado se não afasta do perigo. Há porcos de destino, como eu, que se não afastam da banalidade quotidiana por essa mesma
atracção da própria impotência. São aves fascinadas pela ausência de serpente; moscas que pairam nos troncos sem ver nada, até chegarem ao alcance viscoso da língua do camaleão.

Assim passeio lentamente a minha inconsciência consciente, no meu tronco de árvore do usual. Assim passei o meu destino que anda, pois eu não ando; o meu tempo que segue, pois eu não sigo."

Fernando Pessoa



sexta-feira, novembro 22, 2002



 
É de Emma Clarke a voz nas linhas Victoria, Bakerloo e Central, do metrô de Londres. Aqui há uma excelente entrevista com ela.

I always have a childish chuckle when you says "the next station is oval". What stations amuse you?
(Fuzzbucket)
Theydon Bois. My, how we laughed.

Actually, you should have heard the multiplicity of ways they made me say ‘Marylebone.’ Mahree-lee-bone. M’ree-labbon. Mary Lob-on. It was bleeding hilarious.




 
“It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s that I just don’t care.”

Peter Gibbons, "Office Space".



 
Enquanto isso, no trabalho...
procrastinação . [Do lat. procrastinatione.] S. f. 1. Ato ou efeito de procrastinar; adiamento, delonga.
(Fonte: Aurélio)


quinta-feira, novembro 21, 2002
 
E alguém disse: "se você não cuida do problema, o problema cuida de você".


 
"Sem prazeres, objetivos, atividades e ambições, com a vida à minha frente terminada e com a consciência da dor que causo a meus pais, minha felicidade é muito pequena". Marcel Proust, aos 30 anos.


 
Por mais que eu durma, não parece suficiente. Acordo exausto. Não consigo me levantar. I´m not ready.


segunda-feira, novembro 18, 2002
 
Mellow Doubt

Teenage Fanclub

It gives me pain, when I think of you
And the things together that we'll never do
At first it's code, and then it's hot
Tried to be someone that I know I'm not

I'm in trouble, and I know it
How I'm feeling, I can't show it
But these feelings, don't go away

I remember you, lines on your face.
Sharing a moment in the perfect place.
I'm deep in your eyes, and inside your head.
And I try to reach you, when I'm in my bed.

I'm in trouble, and I know it
How I'm feeling, I can't show it
But these feelings, don't go away

There is no choice, in what I must do.
Nothing is greater than to be with you.

I'm in trouble, and I know it
How I'm feeling, I can't show it
But these feelings, don't go away


 
I Need Direction

Teenage Fanclub

I used to feel fine
you were to be mine
I need direction
to take me to you

I've asked the sunshine
shadowed the skyline
I need direction
to take me to you

I get brainwaves
I get visions
slow reaction
superstition

I need the ways and means to get through
I need an open heart to look to
nobody sees the same way I do
I need direction to get through

followed the ley lines
the faded out road signs
I need direction
to take me to you

I get spellbound
I get visions
slow advances
indecision

I need the ways and means to get through
I need an open heart to look to
nobody sees the same way I do
I need direction to get through

Honest I'd feel fine
if you were to be mine
I need direction to take me to you



 
Ou terão sido aquelas dezenas de cervejas e doses de uísque barato tomadas nos últimos dias? Duh.


 
Maldita queimação; deve ter sido aquele café que tomei hoje pela manhã.


 
Everybody is a fucking liar, they said. Who am I to disagree?



 
Ah, e tem macarrão com dois pedaços de frango por R$ 3,50.


 
Recebi um panfleto de um restaurante enquanto caminhava pela avenida Ipiranga (centro de São Paulo). Lá, o "comercial" ("arroz, feijão, salada + mistura") custa R$ 2,20. Agora o que me chamou mesmo a atenção no menu foi a parte das, digamos, bebidas. Está lá, exatamente assim: "Pingas/Cafezinhos: 0,30; cerveja 600 ml a partir 1,60; galão de água: 2,50". Waal!


 
Em um mesmo ano, Lula presidente e Palmeiras na segunda divisão... eu realmente nunca imaginei que viveria para ver isso.


 
Para a História.



quinta-feira, novembro 14, 2002
 
*Sorry not in service*


 
Eu não tenho saudade dos anos 80.
...
Mas tenho saudade de sentir o cheiro de LP novinho em folha. Comprado na WOP BOP (que tinha envelopes formidáveis) ou na Bossa Nova, de preferência.
Aliás passo frequentemente em frente ao local onde ficava a WOP BOP e nem sempre me dou conta disso. O que foi feito do lugar mesmo?


 

The Smiths
I am the epitome of unrequited love but at least I do something constructive with it.. sing beautiful songs, which will continue to win audiences over years after we have split up. I can be wistful, cathartic and depressive but at the same time I am a very deep, thoughtful person. More than likely I am contemplating something very important even if I don't look like the sort! I think before I speak and so what I say somehow has more meaning. Basically, I'm a well rounded person so nyah :p
Which 80s band are you?
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quarta-feira, novembro 13, 2002
 
All We Ever Wanted Was Everything

Bauhaus

All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day

The sound of drums is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth shoot out of darkness
Factorytown

Oh to be the cream repeat


 
Yep, extinction.


 
I´m not ready. Shame on me.


 
The Sad Punk

Black Francis
(p) 1991 4-A-D


I smell smoke
That comes from a gun
Named extinction

It was so long ago
Could have happened to anyone
He was struck by a bullet
And he melted into fluid
Named extinction

Named extinction

One thousand miles an hour
I'm just like anyone
I want to feel the road of tar
Beneath the wheel
Named extinction

And evolving from the sea
Would not be too much time for me
To walk beside you in the sun

I read something
About a son of a gun
Named extinction


 
"Tribute to the Phone Calls"
Silver Scooter
From Orleans Parish LP/CD (Peek-A-Boo)


I don't want to get up, i'm not ready
just because my desire to sleep until i'm ready to
i don't want to wake up, i'm not able
just because my desire to sleep until i'm able to
tonight i'm by the phone and i'm listening for your dial tone
and you call and i'm caught in a dream
it's a struggle to react to your sweet voice on my tape machine
so lay back try to relax you'll be mine in the morning time.


segunda-feira, novembro 11, 2002

 
"Do not waste your life", he said.


 
Sick Of Goodbyes

Sparklehorse

if I could just keep my stupid mind together
then my thoughts would cross the land for you to see
no one sees you on a vampire planet
no one sees you like I do

seconds click in which I'm changed to dust
whithered roots of knots and hairy rust
no one sees you on a vampire planet
no one sees you like I do

I'm so sick
of goodbyes, goodbyes
I'm so sick
of goodbyes, goodbyes
goodbyes

the night comes crawling in
on all fours
sucking up my dreams
through the floor

I'm so sick
I'm so sick
of goodbyes

I'm so sick
of goodbyes, goodbyes
I'm so sick
of goodbyes, goodbyes
I'm so sick, so sick, so sick
of goodbyes, goodbyes
so, I'm so sick


 
OK, então agora vou tentar suar um pouco pra ver se algum pão (líquido, de preferência) resulta disto.


 
"Sem trabalho, sem horário de serviço, o homem não se sente mais homem, vira animal, desajusta-se por completo". Dostoievski, em "Recordações da Casa dos Mortos".


 
"E a Adão disse: Visto que atendeste a voz de tua mulher e comeste da árvore que eu te ordenara não comesses, maldita é a terra por tua causa; em fadigas obterás dela o sustento durante os dias de tua vida. Ela produzirá também cardos e abrolhos, e tu comerás a erva do campo. No suor do rosto comerás o teu pão, até que tornes à terra, pois dela foste formado; porque tu és pó e ao pó tornarás". (Gênesis. 3:14-19)


 
"...vocês já sabem, né"?


 
Ei, lá vem ele, voltando da sala do senhor diretor.


 
Nossa chefe acaba de informar a demissão de um dos nossos colegas.
Quantos anos de dedicação a esta empresa?
Quantos anos desperdiçados nesse cotidiano sem sentido?
Talvez algo tenha feito sentido pra ele nisso tudo. Talvez ele tenha se divertido em alguns momentos. Quero crer.
Próximo de obter sua aposentadoria, o que ele fará agora?
Ainda mais considerando que, imagino, esse trabalho era parte tão fundamental na sua realidade.
Eu pediria pra ser demitido, se não estivesse tão endividado e se tivesse alguma outra opção.
Na verdade a escolha nobre seria me oferecer, mesmo sem opção alguma.
Mas vence meu lado covarde e mesquinho, vence a autopreservação do funcionário de escritório, cotidiano e tributável, que recebe a mensagem e continua cumprindo suas tarefas, pensando nas dívidas pra pagar, esperando a sua vez.
Todo dia eu só penso em poder parar
Meio-dia só penso em dizer não
Então penso na vida pra levar
e me calo com a boca de feijão.

Agora somos uma equipe de quatro pessoas.
O silêncio vai ser ainda maior.
Para os que sobreviverem, 2003 vai ser o horror.



quinta-feira, novembro 07, 2002
 
Seu Creysson para a Academia Brasileira de Letras:

"Dedíquio esse lívrio a Tia Frávia, minha professoria de nalfabetização. Foi élia qui me nalfabetizou! Quer dizer, eu achio que éria, porque élia só batia o pôntio e ia si emboria pra casia. Mas íssel faz tântio têmpio qui Seu Creysson aindia nem tinha équio"!

Prefácio de "Seu Creysson - Vídia i Óbria".



 
Já teve vontade de entrar no escritório com uma serra elétrica detonando tudo e todos que encontra pelo caminho? Conheça Skullkid.



quarta-feira, novembro 06, 2002

 
The meaning of life

Why are we here, what is life all about?

Is God really real, or is there some doubt?

Well tonight we're going to sort it all out,

For tonight it's the Meaning of Life.



What's the point of all these hoax?

Is it the chicken and egg time, are we all just yolks?

Or perhaps, we're just one of God's little jokes,

Well ca c'est the Meaning of Life.



Is life just a game where we make up the rules

While we're searching for something to say

Or are we just simple spiralling coils

Of self-replicating DNA?



What is life? What is our fate?

Is there Heaven and Hell? Do we reincarnate?

Is mankind evolving or is it too late?

Well tonight here's the Meaning of Life.



For millions this life is a sad vale of tears

Sitting round with really nothing to say

While scientists say we're just simply spiralling coils

Of self-replicating DNA.



So just why, why are we here?

And just what, what, what, what do we fear?

Well ce soir, for a change, it will all be made clear,

For this is the Meaning of Life - c'est le sens de la vie -

This is the Meaning of Life.



 
Será que Monty Python melhora meu humor hoje?


terça-feira, novembro 05, 2002
 
Goodbye

Silver Scooter

I wanna live in another town
Uh-huh
And feel the concrete
Freshly flowing over my feet
Uh-huh

'Cuz I know I'm not original
Or even typical
And I know I'm not cynical
I leave that all by the wayside
Bye bye

So when I move to the big city
Uh-huh
I'll feel the concrete
Stuck over my feet
Mmm-hmm

So when I move to the big sky country
Uh-huh
I'll stop messing around
With my feelings
And my friends' feelings

'Cuz I know I'm not original
Or even typical
And I know I'm not cynical
I leave that all by the wayside
Bye bye

Bye bye
Goodbye



 
Silver Scooter
The Blue Law (Peek-A-Boo)


Some bands seem to come out of nowhere as instant superstars, while others linger for years without making the leap beyond their cult confines. For the past several years, Austin's Silver Scooter eked out a fine existence in the latter category, but the band offers such a beguiling brand of pop music that its status as a well-kept secret simply boggles the mind. A guitar act anchored to the same rhythmic base that propelled New Order—in this case, Tom Hudson's machinelike beats, John Hunt's strummed Rickenbacker bass, and new member Shawn Camp on keyboards—Silver Scooter sticks to that band's disarmingly simple formula of somber minor-key anthems buoyed by wonderful little hooks and charmingly lackadaisical vocals. (A recent EP even featured a note-perfect cover of New Order's "Run.") In Silver Scooter's case, singer Scott Garred's lazy drawl keeps the songs down-to-earth, though the band has otherwise pared down its arrangements and polished its sound to a brilliant sheen. "Goodbye," "Albert Hall," and "The Long Way" all carry their melodies on Hunt's bass, while the mellow "Blue Law" tempers its mood with Garred's gee-whiz lyrics about beer. The up-tempo "Black Stars" would fit perfectly on New Order's Technique, though the power ballad (!) "Dirty Little Bar" seems more in line with Peter Hook's New Order-lite side project Monaco. The latter half of The Blue Law is a bit more subtle, with "Remembering" (one of the few tracks with an actual drum machine) and "On The Mark" subtly exhibiting a taste for bar-band country. All throughout, Garred's vocals keep the music from becoming too Britpop precious, though the band probably chose the dramatic synth cheese decorating "Crash" for just that reason. But where Silver Scooter's Orleans Parish seemed satisfied with the modest rules of indie-rock, The Blue Law finds the band busting out a bit. Its accessible style shift might just be the key to its success, as the effortless pop pull of the disc's 10 songs ultimately proves irresistible. —Joshua Klein


 
Nada de novo sob o sol. Silver Scooter.



 
Supla quase apanha em show punk

Jornal da Tarde - Você se considera um punk?

Supla - (bravo) O que você conhece do movimento punk? Nada, meu! Quem acha que ser punk é ser um cara f...., desempregado... Mas ser punk é muito mais: é um conceito, uma energia, tem uma parte sexual e me identifico. Minha carreira vai muito bem, obrigado. Lanço meu novo CD em novembro, 'Político e Pirata', nas bancas a R$ 12,90. Além disso, a venda das minhas roupas na Riachuelo vão muito bem. Sou um cara bem-sucedido.


 
yelling yelling yelling yelling yelling yelling

All My Life

Foo Fighters

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my breath
Will I find something in that
So give me just what I need
Another reason to bleed
One by one hidden up my sleeve
One by one hidden up my sleeve

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

Will I find a believer
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

And I'm done, done and I'm under the next one

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

Done done and under the next one
Done I'm done and I'm under the next


segunda-feira, novembro 04, 2002

 
Festival em Curitiba em 2003 com White Stripes, Strokes, Wilco, Idlewild, Foo Fighters, Hives e Radiohead? Conta outra.


 
Título de texto na Folha sobre o livro de Palomino, em novembro de 1999: "Deus criou a noite e... Erika Palomino criou o 'BABADO FORTE' ". Duh.


 
E o livro do Amaury Jr. saiu pela editora Elevação, que publica obras de José de Paiva Netto, Diretor-Presidente da Legião da Boa Vontade, LBV. Entre elas, "Apocalipse sem medo" e "Cidadania do Espírito". Outro autor a ser destacado é o Dr. Bezerra de Menezes (1831-1900), que escreveu "Fluidos de Paz" e "Fluidos de Luz".


 
Curioso que no site da Siciliano "Babado Forte" está na categoria "Ciências".
Ciências?!?!?!?


 
Há uma livraria na Rua 24 de maio na qual, há meses, o livro da Erika Palomino, "Babado forte" (ou coisa que o valha) está em promoção. Há uma pilha deles, com mais de 20 exemplares, a R$ 4,90, cada. Na pilha ao lado, "Flash Fora do Ar", de Amaury Jr, pelo mesmo preço. Se tivesse dinheiro compraria ambos. Devem ser engraçados.


 
"I think the enemy of creativity in the world today is that so much thinking is done for you. The environment is so full of television, party political broadcasts and advertising campaigns, you hardly need to do anything".

"For most of my working life as a professional, which began over 40 years ago, what kick-started the day was a large scotch and soda".

J.G. Ballard, The Observer Magazine.


 
Why he died before he got old

Kurt Cobain was adored, addicted and angry - the rest of the rock myth followed from there. Pete Townshend suffers as he plumbs the depths of Cobain's despair in his Journals


 
Novelty

Joy Division

When the people listen to you don't you know it means a lot
'cos you've got to work so hard for everything you've got
Can't rest on your laurels now
Not when you've got none
You'll find yourself in a gutter
Right back where you came from
Someone told me being in the know is the main thing
We all need the security that belonging brings
Can't stand on your own in these times against all the odds
You all just fall behind like all the other sods
You slap your back and pretend you knew
About all the things that we were gonna do
What ya gonna do, what ya gonna do when it's over?

You're all on your own now, don't you think that's a shame
But you're the only one responsible to take the blame
So what ya gonna do when the novelty has gone
Yeah, what ya gonna do when the novelty has gone
You slap your backs and pretend you knew
About all the things we were gonna do
What ya gonna do, what ya gonna do
When it's over?


 
Something must break

Joy Division

Two ways to choose
On a razors edge
Remain behind
Go straight ahead
Room full of people, room for just one
If I can't break out now, the time just won't come

Two ways to choose
Which way to go
Decide for me
Please let me know
Looked in the mirror, saw I was wrong
If I could get back to where I belong, where I belong

Two ways to choose
Which way to go
Had thoughts for one
Designs for both
But we were immortal, we were not there
Washed up on the beaches, struggling for air

I see your face still in my window
Torments yet calms, won't set me free

Something must break now
This life isn't mine
Something must break now
Wait for the time
Something must break.



 
Passover

Joy Division

This is a crisis I knew had to come
Destroying the balance I'd kept
Doubting, unsettling and turning around
Wondering what will come next
Is this the role that you wanted to live?
I was foolish to ask for so much
Without the protection and infancy's guard
It all falls apart at first touch

Watching the reel as it comes to a close
Brutally taking its time
People who change for no reason at all
It's happening all of the time
Can I go on with this train of events?
Disturbing and purging my mind
Back out of my duties,
when all's said and done
I know that I'll lose every time

Moving along in our God given ways
Safety is sat by the fire
Sanctuary from these feverish smiles
Left with a mark on the door
Is this the gift that I wanted to give?
Forgive and forget's what they teach
Or pass through the deserts and wastelands once more
And watch as they drop by the beach

This is the crisis I knew had to come
Destroying the balance I'd kept
Turning around to the next set of lives
Wondering what will come next.


sexta-feira, novembro 01, 2002

 
"O fenômeno Lula só pode ser bem compreendido por quem o vê na rua. Não me refiro apenas aos comícios, às caminhadas ou aos desfiles em carro aberto, mas também às saídas dos hotéis onde se hospeda, aos saguões dos aeroportos por onde passa e aos restaurantes onde pára para comer. Ou seja: tanto nos eventos oficiais da campanha presidencial como nos encontros fortuitos de Lula com seus eleitores, a mesma intensidade está lá". João Moreira Salles - aqui.