Desperado Night I & II

I

He will not live, as once before
among men, which is to please:
He won't suffer any more.
Death doth holds and embrace.

He went to the moon, where
He recalled when we first met
Exchanged by dreams, and mad
My name a different name.

II

When my grandmother was loosing her house, she turned to me and said:
- Then this is it. None of my children will help me.
Behind her eyes, I could see: so this is to grow old? To be horrible to everybody? And how can I die? If it would help them, I would do this, but how can I?
And then she turned to me, and said, in a low voice, that sounded more like a scream:
- You are grown already. Go away! Leave this place, forever. Run!
I was scared, because she had read my heart and warned me about my family.

Teatro de Sombras na Escola da Cidade

Na virada cultural a minha irmã me levou para um evento que a faculdade dela ia realizar. Os estudantes tiveram uma idéia genial, de colocar papéis nas janelas e fazer um teatro com as sombras que eram formadas. Quem quisesse participava, mas a maioria preferiu assistir da rua. Aqui tem um vídeo:

Curiosidades

Alguém já tinha ouvido falar nas cartas pornográficas que James Joyce escreveu para sua esposa?
Cuidado.

Ah é, e um quadrinho sobre a nova moda de reescrever livros da Jane Austen.

Termina essa semana

That which was hidden, or lost.

Charles wants to remember.

Chanson

Achei um caminho.

Occupied and Numb

Where is my shadow, to
guide my hand? My
cartographic globe to be
my dream? Where are the
eyes, to find the key away?
Learn to see what I want
most. Where can I find
what is evidently mine?
From human bones
the sleep doth comes
in continual seasons of ice.

Descobertas

Quando leio que "a rima chegou à Irlanda por volta do ano 500" e que "Tales foi um dos primeiros a escrever em prosa" e também que "Ésquilo introduziu o segundo ator no palco, criando assim o diálogo" não deixo de me perguntar: O que ainda não sabemos?