domingo
sábado
French kissin'

I want to be a playboy's bunny...
I want to be a topless waitress...
I want to be an artist's model (an odalisque, au naturel)
I want to be a cobra dancer...
I want to be a brothel worker...
I want to be a dominatrix (which isn't like me, but I can dream)
I want to be a porno starlet...
I want to be a tattooed lady
dedicated, as I am, to art
Characters bold, complex and shady
will write my memoirs
across my heart.
The Nun's Litany (Distortion, 2008)
posted by sara at 19:24
terça-feira
Sair do armário
NÃO GOSTO DE LEONARD COHEN. (E os meus pais perguntar-se-ão: «Mas onde é que nós errámos? Onde é que nós errámos?»)
Pedro, a.k.a. Irmão Lúcia, estou contigo!
posted by sara at 23:24
domingo
Da obsolescência
and it's getting strange in here
it gets stranger every year
...
don't it make you feel so sad
don't the blood rush to your feet
to think that everything you do today
tomorrow is obsolete
technology and women
and little children too
don't it make you feel blue
Nick Cave, More news from nowhere (2008)
posted by sara at 23:43
Actualidade nacional
Bem condensadinha:
Onde estão os Aguiares Brancos e os Passos Coelhos do Benfica?
Fernando Santos em O Jogo, citação no Público de ontem
Dedicá-la-ia aos meus amigos na "diáspora", não fosse tudo isto tão irrelevante.
posted by sara at 23:28
Dás-me lume?

(clicar sobre a imagem para ler a tirada poético-decadente-chic-rock)
Deixar de fumar não tem *glamur* nenhum, mas... os meus lábios estão mais cor-de-rosa.
*no âmbito de um acordo ortográfico que fiz comigo própria*
posted by sara at 23:14
quinta-feira
A máquina da roupa
Não pára. De um dia para o outro, envio sms a perguntar se há novidades. Tenho a certeza que sim e não me engano. Ela responde com a promessa de revelar tudo em breve, acrescentando apenas que «as coisas acontecem a uma velocidade estonteante» (cuidadinho) e que está «metida numa máquina da roupa». Resta agora saber em que programa.
posted by sara at 22:15
Newsletter
The Magnetic Fields, back from nearly a four-year hiatus from touring, are traveling once again to Europe. They are pleased to announce that they are preparing a short string of European dates kicking off this June. Confirmed markets so far include Spain, England, Sweden, and Portugal, with more to come shortly. Regular updates -- including information on additional tour stops -- will be posted to houseoftomorrow.com.
posted by sara at 12:06
Foste a quinta sinfonia
O ambiente no Maxime, quase familiar, convidava. O Tiago era cabeça-de-cartaz (num formato próximo do que eu já tinha visto no Musicbox), mas a grande surpresa da noite de ontem foi a actuação de abertura do Samuel Úria ("cantautor"), a solo. Absolutamente brilhante. Hesito em chamar-lhe concerto. Ele escreve, ele canta, ele embala-nos com a guitarra, ele é o máximo. Digamos que se tratou de uma intervenção ("stand-up") musical, a todos os níveis, repito, brilhante. Bravo!
No entanto, devo eventualmente um pedido de desculpa aos espectadores que se encontravam do lado esquerdo da assistência. Lamento se incomodei alguém com o meu riso incontrolável no momento em que pudemos ouvir o Samuel a tocar o "hit" de Paco Bandeira Minha 5ª Sinfonia (no Youtube). Especialmente nesta parte:
Foste estrela de cinema
Minha dama de Xangai
Hiroxima meu amor
A minha grande ilusão
Eras fúria de viver
Quanto mais quente melhor
Grande amor da minha vida
Senso, silêncio, paixão
Buñuel, Fellini, Truffaut
Foste luzes da ribalta
Música no coração
E tudo o vento levou
Impagável.
posted by sara at 11:44
terça-feira
Every blogger's library

Clássicos de 1400 páginas: tenho tantas saudades tuas, que até comprei o Guerra e Paz. É fazer as contas.
posted by sara at 10:37
domingo
Moralidade duvidosa

Elle: Je suis d'une moralité douteuse.
Lui: Qu'est-ce que tu appelles être d'une moralité douteuse ?
Elle: Douter de la moralité des autres.
Alain Resnais / Marguerite Duras
posted by sara at 23:50
Contrição
Tenho 30 anos e vi hoje pela primeira vez Hiroshima Meu Amor.
"I think that in a few years, in ten, twenty, or thirty years, we will know whether Hiroshima Mon Amour was the most important film since the war, the first modern film of sound cinema." That’s Eric Rohmer, in a July 1959 round-table discussion between the members of Cahiers du Cinéma’s editorial staff, devoted to Alain Resnais’ groundbreaking first feature. Rohmer’s remark is in perfect sync with the spirit of the film, which, as he says later in the discussion, "has a very strong sense of the future, particularly the anguish of the future." (...)
posted by sara at 23:35
sábado
Mr. Berman, please

Perdido por cem, perdido por mil. Inglaterra, Escócia, Irlanda, Alemanha, França... E que tal dar um pulinho a Portugal? É que este ano temos poucos concertos bons em que gastar dinheiro.
Por aqui já ouvimos Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea [disco "novo" que ainda não está à venda] mas também não vamos emitir juízos de valor, até o ouvirmos mais 100 vezes, no mínimo.
posted by sara at 17:52
Knots
Pitchfork: When you're not recording, do you have a daily routine?
David Berman: I read a lot. I read, like, ten hours a day.
Pitchfork: Sounds perfect.
David Berman: I figure that's what I'm supposed to do when I'm not working. I think that I'm supposed to keep learning, in order to be useful in the event of an emergency, I don't know. I still have to learn how to make knots and all of that stuff. And why France collapsed so easily in 1940. There's a million things I have not caught up to. I spend a lot of time reading, a lot of time reading the Torah and Jewish texts, Jewish history. For about a year, I haven't read any fiction. It just strikes me as completely irrelevant.
em entrevista publicada esta semana
posted by sara at 17:46
sexta-feira
Não se é Rainha da Pop ao acaso
She spoke of the music business: "Well, there's one thing you can't download and that's a live performance. And I know how to put on a show, and enjoy performing, and I'll always have that." Madonna na Vanity Fair
posted by sara at 14:36
quarta-feira
Tic tac

Não sou nada "timberlakeana", mas os minutos pirateados que ouvi de Hard Candy (no iutúbe) puseram-me a dançar à primeira. É sempre bom sinal. Ou o Justin que se atrevesse a fazer porcaria para o novo disco de Madonna, a lançar no final de Abril. Ela comia-o vivo.
posted by sara at 01:00
terça-feira
Rosy sugar-candy
Pózinho. Até cerca das 9h08 da manhã do dia de hoje, nunca, que me lembre, tinha ouvido falar de John Ruskin (1819-1900). Estava à espera que o multibanco largasse o meu dinheiro e O Poder do Pó saltou-me à vista no escaparate da livraria ao lado. Pensei que se tratasse de um estudo sobre toxicodependência nas classes altas, mas não. O título do livro prolongava-se:
O Pensamento Social e Político de John Ruskin.
- Quem?
Nada que a Internet (amo-te tanto, Internet) não resolva.
(...)
LECTURE 2.
THE PYRAMID BUILDERS
In the large Schoolroom, to which everybody has been summoned by ringing of the great bell.
LECTURER: So you have all actually come to hear about crystallization! I cannot conceive why unless the little ones think that the discussion may involve some reference to sugar-candy.
(Symptoms of high displeasure among the younger members of council. ISABEL frowns severely at L., and shakes her head violently.)
My dear children, if you knew it, you are yourselves, at this moment, as you sit in your ranks, nothing, in the eye of a mineralogist, but a lovely group of rosy sugar-candy, arranged by atomic forces. And even admitting you to be something more, you have certainly been crystallizing without knowing it. Did not I hear a great hurrying and whispering ten minutes ago, when you were late in from the playground; and thought you would not all be quietly seated by the time I was ready:--besides some discussion about places--something about "it's not being fair that the little ones should always be nearest?" Well, you were then all being crystallized. When you ran in from the garden, and against one another in the passages, you were in what mineralogists would call a state of solution, and gradual confluence; when you got seated in those orderly rows, each in her proper place, you became crystalline. That is just what the atoms of a mineral do, if they can, whenever they get disordered: they get into order again as soon as may be.
I hope you feel inclined to interrupt me, and say, "But we know our places; how do the atoms know theirs? And sometimes we dispute about our places; do the atoms--(and, besides, we don't like being compared to atoms at all)--never dispute about theirs?" Two wise questions these, if you had a mind to put them! it was long before I asked them myself, of myself. And I will not call you atoms any more. May I call you--let me see--"primary molecules?" (General dissent indicated in subdued but decisive murmurs.) No! not even, in familiar Saxon, "dust"?
(Pause, with expression on faces of sorrowful doubt; LILY gives voice to the general sentiment in a timid "Please don't.")
THE ETHICS OF THE DUST: TEN LECTURES TO LITTLE HOUSEWIVES ON THE ELEMENTS OF CRYSTALLIZATION (1875), by JOHN RUSKIN
posted by sara at 12:46





