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terça-feira, setembro 27, 2005
bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right jonathan follow your bliss joseph campbell bill moyers: do you ever have the sense of... being helped by hidden hands? joseph campbell: all the time. it is miraculous. i even have a superstition that has grown on me as a result of invisible hands coming all the time - namely, that if you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. when you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in your field of bliss, and they open doors to you. i say, follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be. * * * my general formula for my students is "follow your bliss." find where it is, and don't be afraid to follow it. if you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. wherever you are -- if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time. * * * now, i came to this idea of bliss because in sanskrit, which is the great spiritual language of the world, there are three terms that represent the brink, the jumping-off place to the ocean of transcendence: sat-chit-ananda. the word "sat" means being. "chit" means consciousness. "ananda" means bliss or rapture. i thought, "i don't know whether my consciousness is proper consciousness or not; i don't know whether what i know of my being is my proper being or not; but i do know where my rapture is. so let me hang on to rapture, and that will bring me both my consciousness and my being." i think it worked. joseph campbell, the power of myth, pp. 113, 120 sexta-feira, setembro 23, 2005
  logo mais, em curitiba. ... into a dream, i took a turn, an' promised t' return th' way we were, th' way we met, th' way i lit yr cigarette th' way it trailed, into a stream, an' lay down between... you had t' choose, a side t' love, an' divide yerself in two th' way you were, long before, you were a walkin' civil war but you forget, where th' road goes, an' tonite it shows... into yr soul, i tried t' climb, but found th' hole t' high for me t' leave, th' way i'd learned, an' found i couldn't turn th' way th' trees, an' fallin' rain, remind me in a way... th' way you were, th' day we met, th' way i lit your cigarette th' way it changed, into a strange, cole porter phrase but you forget, how th' song goes, an' tonite it shows... sexta-feira, setembro 16, 2005
 [song of the day : note to self] who killed bambi? sex pistols gentle pretty thing who only had one spring you bravely faced the world ready for anything i'm happy that you lived for your life is mine what have i except to cry spirit never die birds of the air beasts of the earth overjoyed at bambi's birth they gambolled in the glade who killed bambi? murder murder murder someone should be angry the crime of the century who shot little bambi never trust a hippie 'cause i love punky bambi i'll kill to find the killer in that rotten roll army all the spikey punkers believers in the ruins with one big shout they all cry out who killed bambi? quarta-feira, setembro 14, 2005
 [song of the day] galaxie 500 . dean wareham thinkin of blue thunder singin to myself thinkin how fast it moves feelin how it turns i was singin somethin out on route 128 thinkin how blue it looks singin out aloud my my blue thunder my my blue thunder my my blue thunder singin out aloud my my blue thunder my my blue thunder my my blue thunder singin out aloud i'll drive so far away i'll drive so far away i'll drive so far away i'll drive so far away blue thunder blue thunder blue thunder blue thunder sexta-feira, setembro 09, 2005
plastic i love los angeles. i love hollywood. they're beautiful. everybody's plastic, but i love plastic. i want to be plastic. andy warhol segunda-feira, setembro 05, 2005
 eu quero este livro. amor? meu caro apaixonado, você não sabe que o romance nada mais é que o amor antes de dar errado? e você não sabe que, se a flor não for esmagada assim que florescer, então, dez anos depois, você vai estar empurrando um carrinho de bebê para o supermercado se perguntando: "mas onde estará o meu verdadeiro amor?". e ele estará ali, diante de você, só que ficou frio e distante, olhando para datas de validade. ah, o romance! o romance é jantar com um anjo e tomar café com a tristeza. sempre acaba em lágrimas. mas a vida é vulgar, um filme envelhecido, até começar de novo, até a próxima vez. [trecho do texto rosas são vermelhas, violetas são azuis, editado no guardian no dia dos namorados de 1991]. ... tony parsons no mirror resenha e trecho do novo livro de parsons, stories we could tell, no guardian resenha e trechos de disparos do front da cultura pop na folha sexta-feira, setembro 02, 2005
quinta-feira, setembro 01, 2005
o cineasta que filmaria a história da minha vida eu esperava que fosse o woody allen, como aconteceu com a suzana (de quem roubei mais esse teste). mas pensando bem o resultado é perfeito. aliás lembrei de uma pessoa que me chamou, carinhosamente (ho ho ho), de tosco. ainda tentou explicar: não lapidado. não sei se ela conhece o diretor, mas creio que ficaria satisfeita com o resultado do teste. ...
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