England, my lionheart.

Sonho: Mistura de Baron-cohen e um leão. Figura mítica, a relação sexual de um leão com uma humana num bosque.

Lighten up, Morrissey

it’s awful when you feel the need to write, because you know you won’t say it.

Sei que é uma necessidade narcisica. Voltando ao que dizia a Ingeborg Bachmann, embora nao saiba em que livro li isto — é o odio de si mesmo que leva a esta necessidade. Achei dados interessantes a respeito desta sindrome na biografia da Djuna Barnes.  Uma pedra a mais.

Mood swings

1) Films

- Possession (with Joan crawford)

- La influencia

- Wonderful town

2) Books

- Etrange façon de vivre (Enrique Vila Matas)

- Schizophrenia

3) Music

- Ghostface Killah

- Prince

- Robert Forster

- Dr Octagon

- Diamanda Galas

Pembleton’s soft core

I’ve been crying almost everyday lately. It’s beem tiresome, yet I still don’t know how to feel better.

I’ve watched many films since january, I can’t keep up with new year’s promise anymore…

Anyway :

1) concerts

- Buck 65 (yeah! he almost made me forget the Prometheus lesson!)

- Fred Frith

- Donkey Monkey

I can’t wait to see silver jews in may.

2) films

- le cahier

- dans la vie

- there will be blood

-darjeeling

3) tv series

- the wire (it’s already over…)

- homicide: life on the street

4) music

- stephen malkmus and the jicks

- portishead

- kevin ayers

- leonard cohen

- husker du

- marcos valle

Nostalghia

Dear Blog,

I’m starting to feel guilty about the fact that I’m not able to write unless it’s in English. I feel somehow very close to the movie I watched today (Tarkovsky’s Nostalghia).

Other movies I’ve watched lately :

- Garrincha

- The Star

- Lust, caution

Amor, Amor,

L. W.

Metamorphosing into Kafka

A weird thought has been haunting me lately: the fact that I am an insect. I don’t mean this in a metaphorical way, but literally. Sometimes I am talking to someone and this thought pops up out of the blue. I imagine my insides just like the insides of a cockroach, my antennas…

The second obsessive thought I’ve been having is that my hair is breaking (as if someone had been pulling it all day long).

Dirty water

I dreamt that I visited this girl and she wanted to be my girlfriend. Next thing I know, I see her swimming in dirty water and am very afraid to fall into it. She doesn’t see me. Days later, I go to her place and I meet her husband and her retarded child. They tell me that they’re both teachers. I wake up and notice that my heart is beating too fast. It’s 4 a.m. and I can’t go back to sleep.

Theology

No, the serpent did not

Seduce Eve to the apple.

All that’s simply

corruption of the facts.

Adam ate the apple.

Eve ate Adam.

The serpent ate Eve.

This is the dark intestine.

The serpent, meanwhile,

Sleeps his meal off in Paradise –

Smiling to hear

God’s querulous calling.

Those fox-thoughts

1) Movies

- La visite de la fanfare (with the beautiful Ronit Elkabetz)

- Into the wild (bad bad movie).

I’ve been feeling very tired and almost fell asleep at the cinema. Tiredness sometimes gets mistaken with depression, so beware in order to not get fooled by this trojan horse! I’ve been listening to some beautiful old Will Oldham songs and Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours.

Sometimes it becomes frightening to dwell constantly in childhood. I am so tired of trying to figure things out, although that’s a new thing. My father used to be pretty much drowned somewhere in my head. He keeps surfacing.

(end of) travelling?

1) Movies:

- XXY

- Macunaima.

Interests: I realized (though a bit late…) how important it is to know exactly the place you’re living in. I lived most of my life in one city and it’s sad to notice that I’ve forgotten a lot about its history and I’ve never gotten to know most of it. I will surely start my crusade with my hometown. I will then move on to the town I currently reside in. It’s a part of one own’s history and future. The important thing is not to lose focus…