KiN Mode ON

"Set Fire To The Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A to where you'd 'B'
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've felt so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep it

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms"

by Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright

(In)definições

"A work of art is a tautology in that it is a presentation of the artist's intention, that is, he is saying that that particular work of art is art, which means a definition of art. Thus that it is art is true a priori."

by Joseph Kosuth

13 times - just for luck

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Copy -> Paste #28

“A reprodutibilidade técnica da obra de arte altera a relação das massas com a arte. Reaccionárias, diante, por exemplo, de um Picasso, transformam-se nas mais progressistas frente a um Chaplin.”

by Walter Benjamin in A Obra de Arte na Era da sua Reprodutibilidade Técnica

Os White Stripes como nunca os ouvimos antes

Um single da dupla White passou pela faca do talhante. O resultado está em Random Access Mortality.

Cabaz de Natal

A sugestão do dia recai sobre o Communist Monopoly, uma versão revista e retrovertida do famoso jogo. As novas regras tornam-no ainda mais emocionante e controverso. Disponível mediante troca pelo Monopoly clássico*.


*Que será posteriormente doado a um comité que se encarregará de queimar conjuntos amontoados em pilhas deste jogo na sua versão capitalista.

Video killed the melancholy in the (tv) song

"TV Song" era uma das canções que mais rapidamente me induziam num estado melancólico (ou o exacerbavam a uma condição depressiva quase insuportável). Entretanto encontrei o vídeo respectivo pelo You Tube, e a visualização do mesmo fez-me entrar em dissonância quanto à forma como sentia o tema e como o vou encarar de futuro. Tudo porque os Zita Swoon (Moondog Jr na altura) resolveram entrar num registo de auto-paródia visual que se traduz por expressões de sofrimento de uma exacerbação artificializada, imagens demasiado redundantes em relação aos versos da canção, piadas mais ou menos óbvias alternadas com nonsense, sempre no estilo de vídeo caseiro.

Curiosamente, também é possível que esta dimensão parodiante sirva apenas para reforçar o ambiente tragic(ómico) para que "TV Song" reportava num período pré-imagens. Sim, porque a ironia aplicada ao self pode ser uma refinada forma de expurgação - não necessariamente mais leve do que a lamechice assumida. Em caso de dúvida, perguntem ao Morrissey - por fax, que ele não atende o telefone.

Quoting myself #10

Sinto nostalgia face ao que ainda está para acontecer.

Copy -> Paste #27

"Life imitates art far more than art imitates life."

by Oscar Wilde in The Decay of Lying

KiN Mode ON

"Disappointed In The Sun

Who could tell the story better
About the things that I went through
Some were great but most were terrifying
And so spooky too

Had to get out of there, to hide away
Had to get out of there, to find my way
I troubled everything too soon
Now where I want to be is
Where I want to be is ...

Need I say my only wish was
To escape my earthly life
High skies were no option whereas
Diving deep in oceans wide

Was the way for me, to hide away
A possibility, to leave today
I troubled everything too soon
Now where I want to be is
Where I want to be is ...

Under the sea, is where I'll be
No talking 'bout the rain no more, I wonder
What thunder will mean, when only in my dream
The lightning comes before the roar

Circumstantial situations,
Now I know what people meant
Beware of the implications,
God I've had enough of them

Decided to be brave and find a way
Just picking out a wave and slide away
I troubled everything too soon
Now where I want to be is
Where I want to be is ...

Maybe taking it another hour
Then taking away the pain
Maybe taking it another hour
Then taking away the pain
Maybe taking it another hour
Then taking away the pain
Then taking away the pain
Then taking away the pain
Then taking away the pain
I troubled everything too soon
Now where I want to be is
Where I want to be is ...

Under the sea, is where I'll be
No talking 'bout the rain no more
I wonder what thunder will mean, when only in my dream
The lightning comes before the roar
Under the sea, down here with me I find I'm not the only one
Who ponders what life would mean if we hadn't been
So disappointed in the sun

And that's why we're thinking
That's why we're drinking in a bar under the sea
And that's why we're thinking
That's why we're drinking in a bar under the sea"

by dEUS

Copy -> Paste #26

“Challenge, and not desire, lies at the heart of seduction.”

by Jean Baudrillard