domingo, 5 de dezembro de 2010

Noite estrelada

Eu sou um puta fã do Van Gogh. Eu adoro os azuis, os amarelos e todas as suas misturas no meio termo. Viajo na textura, viajo nas pinceladas grossas e espirais. Sinto a brisa dos campos pintados, o vento mais forte do campo aberto e seu trigo vibrante. Descanso com seus trabalhadores. Fotografo seus interiores e me teletransporto para lá. Como nada é perfeito, confesso que não curto muito a influência japonesa dos Ukiyo-e quando abertamente japonista, mas quando ele coloca o vangoghnismo, meus olhos não conseguem se dispersar. Se tudo desse errado em Amsterdam - o que finalmente não aconteceu - queria apenas garantir que iria no Van Gogh Museum. Fui lá no dia 27 de setembro - que também foi um dia emblemático. Ainda tenho que ler o livro das cartas de Vincent a Theo, seu irmão, e viceversa. Quero conhecer um pouco mais desta relação. Finalmente o cara era literalmente muito louco. Exemplifica a relação da sanidade mental e a genialidade artística. Vincent ultrapassou todos os limites.


quinta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2010

Quinta sem lei




When you ate I saw your eyelashes, saw them shake like wind on rushes in the corn field when she called me. Moths surround me - thought they'd drown me. And I miss your precious heart. Dry rose petals, red round circles. Frame your eyes, and stain your knuckles. Dry rose petals, red round circles. Frame your eyes, and stain your knuckles. And all those lonely nights down by the river brought me bread and water, water in. But though I tried so hard my little darling, I couldn't keep the night from comin' in. And all those lonely nights down by the river brought me bread and water, kith and kin. But in the quiet hour when I am sleepin' I couldn't keep the night from comin' in. Why you gone away? Gone away again. I'll sleep through the rest of the day, if you're gone away again. I'll sleep through the rest of the day, sleep through the rest of the day, sleep through the rest of the day. Why've you gone away, away? Seven suns, seven suns away, away, away, away. Can you hear me? Will you listen? Don't come near me, don't go missin'. In the lissome light of evenin', help me cosmia, i'm grievin'. And all those lonely nights down by the river brought me bread and water, water in. But though I tried so hard my little darlin' I couldn't keep the night from comin' in. And all those lonely nights down by the river brought me bread and water, kith and kin. But in the quiet hour when I am sleeping I couldn't keep the night from comin' in. Beneath the porch light we've all been circlin', beat our duck's hearts, singe our flower wings. But in the corner, somethin's happenin'. Wild cosmia - what have you seen? Water wet her limbs, fire warms her hair. And then the moonlight caught her eye and she rose through the air. Well if you see true light, then this is my prayer, oh will you call me when you get there? And I miss your precious heart. And I miss your precious heart. And i miss your precious heart.And I miss your precious heart. And I miss your precious heart. But release your precious heart to its feast, oh precious heart milkymoon.