Quote for the weekend

Less is more.

Poesia dissertada por Ana Carolina

"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach! - Emily Dickinson

"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!

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"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—"Heaven" is—to Me!

The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!

Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—
The credulous—decoy—
Enamored—of the Conjuror—
That spurned us—Yesterday!


Emily Dickinson

William S. Burroughs - A Thanksgiving Prayer

For John Dillinger
In hope he is still alive
Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 1986

Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts

thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison –

thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger –

thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot –

thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes –

thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through –

thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches, for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces –

thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers –

thanks for laboratory AIDS –

thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs –

thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business –

thanks for a nation of finks – yes, thanks for all the memories... all right, let's see your arms... you always were a headache and you always were a bore –

thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.

William S. Burroughs

A Woman Waits For Me - Walt Whitman

A WOMAN waits for me--she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the
right man were lacking.

Sex contains all,
Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results,
promulgations,
Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal
milk;
All hopes, benefactions, bestowals,
All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth,
All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth,
These are contain'd in sex, as parts of itself, and justifications of
itself.

Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his
sex, 10
Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.

Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,
I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that
are warm-blooded and sufficient for me;
I see that they understand me, and do not deny me;
I see that they are worthy of me--I will be the robust husband of
those women.

They are not one jot less than I am,
They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike,
retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,
They are ultimate in their own right--they are calm, clear, well-
possess'd of themselves. 20

I draw you close to me, you women!
I cannot let you go, I would do you good,
I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for
others' sakes;
Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards,
They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.

It is I, you women--I make my way,
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable--but I love you,
I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,
I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for These States--I
press with slow rude muscle,
I brace myself effectually--I listen to no entreaties, 30
I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated
within me.

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,
In you I wrap a thousand onward years,
On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America,
The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new
artists, musicians, and singers,
The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,
I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings,
I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you
interpenetrate now,
I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I
count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,
I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death,
immortality, I plant so lovingly now. 40


Walt Whitman

Mais Noruega

Mais sobre Noruega:

Noruega x Brasil (Sistema de Trânsito)

Matéria do Fantástico, sobre sistema inteligente de trânsito norueguês, inspiração para cidades brasileiras, como Florianópolis.

Noruega

Hoje, sonhei claramente que estava na Noruega a passeio. Deu vontade de visitar essas paisagens.

Sociedade dos poetas mortos

A Bird Came Down - Emily Dickinson

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.


Emily Dickinson

A Book - Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Emily Dickinson

Jack Karouac - How to Meditate

-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a 'I-hope-you' or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
'thinking's just like not thinking-
So I don't have to think
any
more'


Jack Kerouac

Soneto 58 Shakespeare

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
Th' imprisoned absence of your liberty,
And patience tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you your self may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Your self to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.

Na tradução de Thereza Christina Rocque da Motta,

Que Deus me perdoe, por me tornar teu escravo,
Que eu deva pensar em velar tuas horas de prazer,
Ou para ti contar os momentos de ansiedade,
Sendo teu vassalo disposto a estar à tua mercê.
Ó deixa-me sofrer, sob tua vista,
A ausência aprisionada de tua liberdade,
E domada pela paciência para sofrer a cada vez
Sem te acusar de me injuriares.
Estejas onde estiveres, teu jugo é tão forte,
Que podes privilegiar teu tempo
Para o que quiseres; a ti somente cabe
Perdoar-te por teus próprios crimes.
Devo aguardar, embora esperarseja o inferno,
Sem culpar teu prazer, seja ele o mal ou o bem.

William Shakespeare

A Winter Dream - Rimbaud (English)

In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage
With cushions of blue.
We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits
In each corner too.

You’ll shut your eyes, not to see, through the glass,
Grimacing shadows of evening,
Those snarling monsters, a crowd going past
Of black wolves and black demons.

Then you’ll feel your cheek tickled quite hard…
A little kiss, like a maddened spider,
Will run over your neck…

And you’ll say: “Catch it!” bowing your head,
– And we’ll take our time finding that creature
– Who travels so far…


Arthur Rimbaud

Frases Dalai Lama

Dê a quem você ama: asas para voar, raízes para voltar e motivos para ficar.

Pouco importa o julgamento dos outros.Os seres são tão contraditórios que é impossivel atender às suas demandas, satisfazê-los. Tenha em mente simplesmente ser autêntico e verdadeiro...

Ame profunda e passionalmente. Você pode se machucar, mas é a única forma de viver o amor completamente.

A arte de escutar é como uma luz que dissipa a escuridão da ignorância.

Viva uma vida boa e honrada. Assim, quando você ficar mais velho e pensar no passado, poderá obter prazer uma segunda vez.