Bilíngue

A menos de um terço do fim do Mrs Dalloway da Virginia Woolf deparo-me com uma "verandah". Quanto mais conheço da língua inglesa, mais me convenço de que o caminho dos bilíngues (pelo menos destes bilíngues) acaba onde começa: a usar palavras que dão para os dois lados, as mesmas palavras (ou quase). Que um inglês mais erudito corresponda ao nosso léxico português comum, só me dá jeito: ainda posso tirar o snobismo com cheiro a naftalina do armário e renovar a minha persona sem muito esforço.

O ego é o estômago de um criativo

Se o parasita não for alimentado, o hospedeiro não produz.

We are all afraid of that man

"Holmes is on us", he would say, and he would invent stories about Holmes; Holmes eating porridge; Holmes reading Shakespeare making himself roar with laughter or rage, for Dr. Holmes seemed to stand for something horrible to him. 'Human nature', he called him."

by Virginia Woolf, in Mrs. Dalloway

The human dilemma

Neil Hannon worries - I must break free from that part of me that values the art over the humanity...

Dr. House rushes to reassure him - Humanity is overrated.

Copy > Paste #41

“Later she wasn’t so positive, perhaps; she thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist’s religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.”

By Virginia Woolf in Mrs Dalloway

Musical dialogue

Cindy sings - "And I see your true colors, shining through"...
Me - Yes, but my true colors are transparent.

I did not exhaust my creativity

I only turned my ego mute.

2008 meets 1977

Sex Pistols em Paredes de Coura. A Everything Is New uniu forças com a Ritmos. A Heineken mantém o patrocínio. Os bilhetes já estão à venda, e quem se antecipar paga menos: até 3 Mar passe = €50; entre 3 de Mar e 3 de Abr passe = €60; a partir daí os quatro dias estão à distância de €70, com um dia de festival a custar €40. De 31 de Julho a 3 de Agosto, a norte de Portugal.

I wish

I wish I was born and died in the 80s at the age of 21.

I have too many friends already...

Find me someone to hate.

Copy > Paste #40

"Orlando was unaccountably disappointed. She had thought of literature all these years (her seclusion, her rank, her sex must be her excuse) as something wild as the wind, hot as fire, swift as lightning; something errant, incalculable, abrupt, and behold, literature was an elderly gentleman in a grey suit talking about duchesses."

by Virginia Woolf in Orlando