Come with me

Beatles - Come together, right now, over me...

Scissor Sisters - I can't come quickly enough

Communication this, communication that

I can't use the word irony often enough. For that, I apologize in advance. But isn't it ironic that in the era of mass(ive) communication one can still feel alone? Everyday: music, newspaper, a recognizable voice coming from the train station loudspeaker, etc, etc, etc. At the end of the day I stop the music, I close my bedroom door, and I face the screen. Is anyone on the other side who I can talk to? Who is worth talking to? Who actually wants to talk to me?

Yes, I feel lonely at this hour - but I couldn't just have said that.

Because ambiguity is everything

Tonight I hate you - but I still need you.

If I could hold still one moment in time...

I would have to reset time almost every week. That is how happy you have made me.

PS: Now just wait until we move in together

KiN Mode ON

"The Fear

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever, I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuck loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and passing each other
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
And that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And its not my fault it’s how I’m program to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
And everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear"

by Lily Allen

Nem Iluminismo, nem Pós-Modernismo

Nem a crença cega na razão humana (de que carecemos) nem o relativismo elevado ao absurdo (que nos limita a acção). O Immanuel sempre é mais simpático do que o Michel, mas os idealistas também fazem estragos. E se o progresso não é necessariamente positivo, o niilismo não apresenta qualquer solução para os problemas colocados pelo primeiro. A dúvida é saudável e essencial, desde que não seja apenas mais um dogma. E a natureza humana continua a colocar-nos muitas dúvidas (mas não tantas que eu queira ser antes uma lagarta). Os 'ismos' não estão mortos e a democracia não está moribunda.

O meu copo está meio cheio de esperança, meio vazio de fé. Preciso de algo em que acreditar. Rejeito a Humanidade, mas alimento a minha convicção com a obra de seres humanos. E agora? No menu não escolho nem carne, nem peixe: bife de atum.






Post Scriptum aos preciosistas: sim, bife de atum é peixe (e quem diz que as figuras de estilo têm como pré-requisito serem exactas?).