Il faut être très patient

You will now listen to my voice

You will now listen to my voice. My voice will help you and guide you still deeper into Europa. Every time you hear my voice, with every word and every number, you will enter into a still deeper layer, open, relaxed and receptive. I shall now count from one to ten. On the count of ten, you will be in Europa. I say: one. And as your focus and attention are entirely on my voice, you will slowly begin to relax. Two, your hands and your fingers are getting warmer and heavier. Three, the warmth is spreading through your arms, to your shoulders and your neck. Four, your feet and your legs get heavier. Five, the warmth is spreading to the whole of your body. On six, I want you to go deeper. I say: six. And the whole of your relaxed body is slowly beginning to sink. Seven, you go deeper and deeper and deeper. Eight, on every breath you take, you go deeper. Nine, you are floating. On the mental count of ten, you will be in Europa. Be there at ten. I say: ten.

From: Europa (1991), Lars von Trier

até o Sol chegar

não parti

Não parti, mas já não sei voltar.
Ando às voltas a esquecer quem sou.
Bebo a noite até o Sol chegar.
Ele sempre me encontrou.

(...)

Não sei viver sem ter de viver.
O que me dão já não sei gostar.
Não se perde o que não se quer ter.
Cada vez mais sem esperar.

(...)


Rádio Macau
Acordar

details...do they matter?

again

(...)

I've done it before and I'll do it again
Charged with a life that'll burn 'til the end
How can it be that we're so far apart
I want it to feel like it did at the start

(...)

New Order
Primitive Notion

Run around in the radiation

So still

So still, so dark all over Europe
And I ride down the highway, 101
By the side of the ocean, headed for sunset
For the kingdom come for the

Black
Black planet
Black
Black world

(...)


The Sisters Of Mercy
Black Planet

throw your mind away

nothing solid here

Throw your mind away
Fall into the sea
There's nothing solid here
Dissolve your body today
There's a sun in the sky.
We're in the atmosphere
Throw yourself in the sea
There's nothing solid down here


(...)

Swans
Mind/Body/Light/Sound
THE GREAT ANNIHILATOR, 1995

an unclear word

liquid lust

My frozen empty violent mind caressed the hidden hair
That shines with liquid lust I left behind
Your body stained with ruined eyes
I cut the skin
Concealed the crimes
With liquid hate I left inside
And loneliness is buried here
In rotting holes beneath your fear
Your agony
Your twisted struggle
Two bodies sink in meat-blood strangled
The smell of death
Your tortured gash
Enfold me in your mother's arms
Now hold me in your mother's arms


Swans
My Buried Child
THE GREAT ANNIHILATOR, 1995

fire walk with me

In principle a work of art has always been reproducible

An analysis of art in the age of mechanical reproduction must do justice to these relationships, for they lead us to an all-important insight: for the first time in world history, mechanical reproduction emancipates the work of art from its parasitical dependence on ritual. To an ever greater degree the work of art reproduced becomes the work of art designed for reproducibility. From a photographic negative, for example, one can make any number of prints; to ask for the 'authentic' print makes no sense. But the instant the criterion of authenticity ceases to be applicable to artistic production, the total function of art is reversed. Instead of being based on ritual, it begins to be based on another practice -- politics. (The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction, by Walter Benjamin, 1935)

stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

nothing false and possible is love

nothing false and possible is love
(who's imagined,therefore is limitless)
love's to giving as to keeping's give;
as yes is to if,love is to yes

(...)


nothing false and possible is love
e.e. cummings

where your memory ends

that pale sustenance

I CANNOT live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

(...)

So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!


Emily Dickinson
XII. In Vain.
Poems, Series 1

a fragment

that clear wine the angels drank

The Universe: His wine cellar;
The atom’s heart: His measuring cup.
Intellect is drunk, earth drunk, sky drunk
heaven perplexed with Him, restlessly seeking,
Love in its heart, hoping at least
for a single whiff of the fragrance
of that wine, that clear wine the angels drank
from that immaterial pot, a sip of the dregs,
the rest poured out upon the dust:
one sip, and the Elements whirl in drunken dance
falling now into water, now in blazing fire.
And from the smell of that spilled cup
man rises from the dust and soars to heaven.

Mahmud Shabestari (d.ca.1320)
Rosegarden of the Mystery

One second burns for a billion years

Blood Promise

When silence falls
And light remains
And time is born
Beneath the sun
I'll hide your name.
Inside a word
And paint your eyes
With false perception
And I feel your mind
In everything
And every breath
Destroys a sound.
And I will follow
A false sensation.
And I'll always believe.
Your blood promise
And every breath.
I stole from you
And I never will see
Your perfect body
And you never have spoken
An unclear word
And I'll never betray
Your blood promise

Swans, Blood Promise
The Great Annihilator, 1995

I'll drink the moonlight from your hands

Will we survive?

I'll drink the moonlight from your hands
I'll swim an ocean filled with sorrow
No lover please don't go
We can crucify tomorrow
Let the sunlight feed the air
Let it fill our lungs with lies
We'll be memorized by shadows
But our loneliness will survive

(...)

Swans, Will We survive
White Light From the Mouth of Infinity, 1991

bleed

I used to make the children happy

Cause people grin when I come round
and kids they call me the bleedin clown
I used to make the children happy
Now little girls cry when they look at me

I'm goin down... down... down...
I'm goin down.

You lef baby you left baby
you left and i'm lonely
You left baby you left baby
you left and i'm lonely

(...)

Manu Chao, The Bleedin Clown
La Radiolina, 2007

lost, lonely, and vicious

Why are we alive?

Now I'm not a man and I don't feel love
And I don't see anything coming down from above
But this world spins slowly and I see a light
Rising up from behind the horizon up into the clear black sky
But I don't see you in my line of sight
In fact I can't remember why we are alive



Swans, Why are we alive?
White Light From the Mouth of Infinity, 1991

can't pronounce your name...

This one goes out to the one I love

This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love

Fire

Fire


(...)



The One I Love
by R.E.M.
(1987)

The River That Runs With Love Won't Run Dry

White Trash Beautiful

White Trash Beautiful, Trailor Park Queen
She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5
She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool
But all he can do for money is drive
Out late haulin' freight on Interstate 5, prayin' he'll see home before his baby arrive


White Trash Beautiful, There's something you should know
My heart belongs to you
And you coulda found a better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl


(...)



White Trash Beautiful, Everlast

a detail

It has no future but itself

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.


Pain has an element of blank;
by Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)

lounge fly

away

Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass


Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day


(...)



Stripped,
Martin Lee Gore - Depeche Mode

blood in our veins

Hamlet

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.



W. Shakespeare
Hamlet, 2. 2

will you come to me as a fire burning?

we are still alive

(...)

will you come to me as an angel
as a man, as someone I've waited for?
will you come to me as a monster in a child's room
as a shadow at the window?
will you come to me as a fire burning
as the end of the world, as a revelation?
will you come to me?

(...)

sometimes I feel it's been a long ride
sometimes I think what does it matter
sometimes I'm glad we are still alive
the longer we've made it
the longer we've made it

(...)


Wings, Nicole Blackman
[Dead Inside, Golden Palominos,Restless Records, 1996]

Our Love Lies

I'll Walk With You

I'll Walk With You
Through Space And Time
And When Sleep Is Near
I Will Fold You In
I'll Disappear With You
In Clear Blue Flames
And When Our Time Arrives
We Will Slide Through Space


Swans, Her

No strings attached

dylan

(...)

Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.


(...)



Bob Dylan, knockin' on heaven's door

double fragment

Identity

Now I'm Breathing The Breath Of God
And The Cold Wind Cleans My Mind
And I'm Standing In A Ring Of Fire
And My Heart Is Made Of Light
And I Fly Across The Red Mountains
And My Hands Contain The Sky
And The Earth Rolls Away In Darkness
And I Ride A Piece Of Lightning
Killing Time
Killing Time

Now They Punish Our Imagination
And Corrupt Our Blood With Fear
And Infinity's Beneath The Ocean
But Oblivion Sits Right Beside Me Here
So We Are Blind And We're Polluted
And Each Breath Is Drunk With Tears
We'll Drift Away Across Tomorrow
And We'll Ride The Breath Of Nothing
Through The Years
Killing Time
Killing Time


Swans, Identity
Love Of Life, 1992

Never found our way

For whom it is reserved

Please could you stay awhile to share my grief,
For it's such a lovely day,
To have to always feel this way,
And the time that I will suffer less,
Is when I never have to wake.

Wandering stars,
For whom it is reserved,
The blackness of darkness, forever,
Wandering stars,
For whom it is reserved,
The blackness of darkness, forever.


(...)


Portishead, Wandering star

until the day was gone

a room full of emptiness

On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go

(chorus)

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

(...)


Audioslave, Like A Stone
"Audioslave" (2002)

girl (republished)

lies

He who says he is happy lies, and in invoking happiness, sins against it. He alone keeps faith who says: I was happy. The only relation of consciousness to happiness is gratitude: in which lies its incomparable dignity.

Theodor W. Adorno

girl

a tiny baby girl

One day I’ll give birth to a tiny baby girl
and when she’s born she’ll scream
and I’ll tell her to never stop

I will kiss her before I lay her down at night
and will tell her a story so she knows
how it is and how it must be for her to survive

I’ll tell her to set things on fire
and keep them burning
I’ll teach her that fire will not consume her
that she must use it

I’ll tell her that people must earn the right
to use her nickname
that forced intimacy is an ugly thing

I’ll help her to see that she will not find God
or salvation in a dark brick building
built by dead men

(...)


Daughter, Nicole Blackman
(read the full poem here: http://your-other-left.blogspot.com/2007/09/daughter-nicole-blackman-publicerad-i.html)

we break easy

Shall we Torch the Earth?

And if I wake from Dreams
Shall I fall in Pastures
Will I Wake the Darkness
Shall we Torch the Earth?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we find the Emptiness
And break the Silence
That will stop our Hearts?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we cry Together
For the Howling echoes
And restart the Night?

(...)


Death In June, Fall Apart

a fragment

the lie becomes the truth

(...)

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth

(...)



Billie Jean
Written & composed by michael jackson

love is a dog from hell

far too much

as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.

As The Poems Go
by Charles Bukowski
from, ON THE BUS - 1992

this city kills its young

All my senses rebel

All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
It took a lifetime to get here,
A journey I'll never make again.


(...)



Dead Can Dance, The Trial

dog days

I can only hold you through a piece of plastic

I could die if I touched you
A long, slow, torturous death
Of a thousand cuts
In a thousand ways
I can only hold you through a piece of plastic
With your name on it
With your name on it


(...)



Cassandra Complex, One Millionth Happy Custommer

you're terrified of what you crave

bone and self

I eat only sleep and air
and everyone thinks I'm dumb
but I'm smart because I've figured it out.

I am slimmer than you are
and I am burning my skin off little by little
until I reach bone and self
until I get to where I am essential
until I get to where I am


(...)


Holy, Nicole Blackman
[Dead Inside, Golden Palominos,
Restless Records, 1996]

Lightheaded and Clean

Drown

his scent swims around me
like a perfume too heavy for summer
me lost thing
intoxicated curled within him
drowning over and over

charmed disarmed
he comes when least expected
sits too close lingers too long
stares too deeply
and claims me with something I cannot name

lightheaded and clean
this is a gift
biting tongue until blood
I am sick with him

talk goes no deeper than tonight
words are tickets to spend time
skin is talking to skin
loud


(...)


Drown, Nicole Blackman
[Dead Inside, Golden Palominos
Restless Records, 1996]

He Comes When Least Expected

This Fear of Being What They Are: Dead.

this fear of being what they are:
dead.

at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.
their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.

a dog standing behind a fence.

a man silent at the window.





hello, how are you?
Charles Bukowski

Fear Of a Blank Planet

Fell On Black Days

Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on black days


(...)


Soundgarden
Fell On Black Days
Music: Cornell
Lyrics: Cornell

Dwell On ...

It's Good To Be Back

(...)

Did you miss me, Yeah, while I was away,
did you hang my picture on your wall
Did you kiss me, Yeah, every single day,
although you couldn't kiss me at all.
And did you love me, Yeah, like a good little girl,
Did you tell that naughty boy not to call,
did you love me, Yeah, in your own little world,
Although you couldn't see me at all,
although you couldn't see me at all,

Hello, Hello, it's good to be back, it's good to be back,
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, I'm back again, I'm back,
I'm on the right track,


(...)


Hello, Hello I'm Back Again!
(Words and Music by Mike Leander & Gary Glitter)
A hit single across the World in 1973

An Ideal For Living

This Blog Is Set On "Pause"

A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance


(...)



New Dawn Fades, Joy Division
(Unknown Pleasures, 1979)

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

To Create ...

"To create one must question everything"

Eileen Gray

Antes do Outono

...To Be Back

The Hanging Man

By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.
I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.


The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid :
A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket.


A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree.
If he were I, he would do what I did.



Sylvia Plath

Ver

June

June is the sixth month of the year in the Gregorian calendar, with a length of 30 days.

The month is named after the Roman goddess Juno, wife of Jupiter and equivalent to the Greek goddess Hera.

At the start of June, the sun rises in the constellation of Taurus; at the end of June, the sun rises in the constellation of Gemini.

Plain

My Heart Is Black

(...)

I had a vision I could turn you right
a stupid mission and a lethal fight
I should have seen it when my hope was new
my heart is black and my body is blue

(...)


The Cardigans, My Favourite Game

I Can't Remember If I Posted This One Before And I Was Too Lazy Too Check

O Impossível Seduz

A nossa história começa na total escuridão
Onde o mistério ultrapassa a nossa compreensão
A nossa história é o esforço para alcançar a luz
Meu amor, o impossível seduz




Jorge Palma, Eternamente Tu

Smoke

Flowers Melting

(...)


Flowers melting up into the sky
Hear my heart where our love collides
We hear the songs we found in the times we lost our way


(...)




Thievery Corporation, The Time We Lost Our Way

Clean

You Shall Not

You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.



PSALMS, Chapter 91