Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things.
Qui Mariam absolvisti
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A Bela e a Besta (versão 0.03)

Uma despedida Terna, Violenta, Tenebrosa, Obscena, Luminosa, Generosa, Amante, e em Grande, como o Martelo de Thor que tantas vezes tiveste dentro de ti...

As deep and as blue as you can get X-baby, bye.
The deep blue. This is the sea of love, for love ever lust.

Featuring:

Tom Waits ("Emotional weather report"),
Pink Floyd ("Mother", "Young Lust"),
Queen ("Bohemian Rhapsody"),
The Doors ("The End"),
Joseph Conrad & Francis F. Coppola (romance "The heart of Darkness", adaptado para guião de "Apocalypse Now"),
Jenna Jameson,
Virgem Maria e o seu sagrado coração,
A besta do apocalipse ou da "revelação",
Lady Death e Evil Ernie
Nicholas Edward Cave (The Lyre of Orpheus)

e muitos outros...










Tio, queres ver as plantas que estão a nascer?

0.01 (aka Thor Rex): sim sim, vou ver agora, mostra que eu adoro plantas a nascer...E são plantas do quê?

F: Não sei, eram sementes que estavam na gaveta para cheirar bem, eu pús aqui e agora estão a crescer.




Fare

well







Retalhos de um manuscrito encontrado no mar em Maio de 1999, anónimo por se ter apagado a assinatura:

...(ilegível) tão delicada e tão bruta. Tão Bela e tão Besta. You're so wrong.
Como eu. Todas as mulheres que me querem e me querem controlar (não são assim tantas, estou a fazer uma figura de estilo) me avisaram contra ti, assim como toda a gente te avisou contra mim. Às vezes penso se não seremos os dois do mesmo sexo. Bolbos de Narcisos Preversos Polimorfos Carnívoros. Eu disse-te para me rasgares a pele, tu não quiseste, quiseste-me antes rasgar a mente, como as outras. Devo ser eu que faço com que me queiram fazer isso, enlouquecer, para depois eu provar que sou mais forte do que a primeira mulher, a que me quis enlouquecer para me dominar (obediência sem amor é loucura e morte, as raízes da erva do diabo, diz o Índio Don Juan).

Eu queria que me desfigurasses, que me deixasses cicatrizes, além do desenho a tinta da china, queria marcas de pantera pelo peito e pelas costas, e uma X no rosto para que a minha mãe não mais me pudesse reconhecer e nunca mais dissesse "o meu menino bonito".



Quero ser o homem feio de outra, de uma vez por todas.
Mas não foi mau de todo, para começar. Não me desfiguraste, mas figurámo-nos on a journey beneath the skin,
the stars are alive and nights like these were born to be sanctified by you and me lovers thieves fools and pretenders, the wind is delicious sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure.







Asahina!
Agora está na hora de nos fazermos à estrada. Hit the road Jack, Hit the road Queen, hit the road King, Hit the Road Ace, of clubs.













Esta noite estou bem disposto, e não tomei nada. De manhã pensei que não ia dar aulas, que ia mas era fazer uma ponte romana, assim de repente fazer uma ponte improvisada e atravessar a 2ªfeira sem trabalhar. A noite foi longa, tive sonhos dificeis, e ela andou por aqui, como uma Lilith esvaziada de poder, assustada, a verificar a amplitude da minha raiva. Dei-lhe I've seen it all e a Bjork que eu sei que ela gosta muito, e um regresso a Maio de 2006, quando estávamos lentamente a ligar-nos, com todo o cuidado, para não magoar uma terceira "pessoa", para não nos precipitarmos um no outro, como chuva torrencial, como precipitação num abismo, como Tom Waits diz no seu "Emotional Weather Report":


when the thunder storms start increasing
over the southeast and south central portions of my apartment, I get upset and a line of thunderstorms was developing in the early morning ahead of a slow moving coldfront cold blooded with tornado watches issued shortly before noon Sunday, for the areas including, the western region of my mental health and the northern portions of my ability to deal rationally with my disconcerted precarious emotional situation, it's cold out there...cause since you left me baby and put the vice grips on my mental health well the extended outlook for an indefinite period of time until you come back to me baby is high tonight low tomorrow,



and precipitation is expected









ou como diz o corvo negro: "as vezes desejo cenas maradas pá" (é isso mesmo pássaro),

ou como diz um cão rafeiro
fascizóide que sonhava em rolos de haxixe ser um lobo de "raça pura" (que brevemente vos apresentarei), na sua melhor escrita sem tropeçar nas vírgulas disse: "I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind.

Identificação adesiva. O estado mais pobre da mente, inspira piedade e compaixão.


Mas não consigo esquecer...como um espinho cravado no pé


Duas das coisas mais terríveis, estúpidas e cheias de caca de cão (como os passeios dos subúrbios que eu tão bem conheço), que alguma vez me disseram com medo de mim:

1º lugar
"se te pensas matar diz-me já a cor que queres para forrar o caixão"

2º lugar
"acaba com o teu sofrimento se fores homem, espeta a làmina, be a man and ease the pain"


Sabendo que tudo o que lançamos no mar de energia cósmica em que nadamos, nos engolimos, e nos afogamos

(como um imenso útero galáxial)

volta a nós, tenho pena de quem o disse...
E agradeço por me terem feito mais forte e mais vivo com esses dardos venenosos.
Como é que se exprime um misto de gratidão pela maldade, que não é masoquismo, nem heroísmo...?

E como é que se explica que o terrível retorno vai ser também uma oportunidade inigualável de aprendizagem?








Quem são estes dois, Lady Death and Evil Ernie? Eu e a minha mãe? Ela e ele? Ela e eu? Será que é possivel determinar isto?






Sophia's ChoiceHush now baby, baby, don't you cry. Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you. Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm.
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through. Momma's gonna wait up until you get in. Momma will always find out where you've been. Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean



Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe

Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me


Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?

Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?

Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall

Mother, do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?



Mother, did it need to be so high?

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his
head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't
mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all
the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I
sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto
of a man,

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mama mia, mama mia)
Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows











There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you


0.01 (aka Thor Rex) dixit:
Uma vez fui espancado pela Polícia de Carnaxide. Fiz-lhes um caralho com a mão de dentro do taxi, eles lligaram as sirenes e interceptaram com aparato, arrancaram-me da "biatura" e "levarem-me" para a esquadra, onde viraram os cacetetes ao contrário e despejaram na minha fuça de adolescente. O sub-chefe deu-me uma cabeçada e ficou a deitar sangue da tresta. Tenho os cornos duros. Ameaçaram-me de morte pelas escadas a baixo "acidentalmente" se fosse a tribunal e contasse. Estava bebedo (já não charrava muito), não senti dor física nessa noite. Tiraram o meu molekine do bolso e começaram a ler. Ainda amava doentiamente a V. mas andava com a G. e adorava-a, aquela loura de sonho, cujo sorriso derretia os homens, tão estupidamente simples, e gostava de poesia, tinha um cd do António Vilarett a recitar pessoa. Os bófias gostaram do que leram, falaram-me de Nitschze, e disseram-me que a bófia também estudava, tinham que tirar o 12º para ser ratos de esquadra. Levaram-me a casa no carro patrulha, e pediram-me desculpa. Eu aceitei porque foi uma boa luta. HEY WOLF KILLER!. Cheguei ao ensaio de teatro feito num bolo de sangue pisadop, acho que a G. se assustou com isso, e com a minha indiferença perante o facto. Dizia eu, fizeram justiça perante a minha ofensa à autoridade, não atafulhamos os tribunais, não me mataram, aprendi uma lição, siga. Acho que achou que eu era masoch, e que era maluco. Tinha e não tinha razão, como já te expliquei. Mais uma que se foi. Passado uns anos estava debaixo da cama dela a esconder-me dos pais que apareceram de manhã cedo. Ridículo, uma "Mulher" de quase trinta...com medo da mãe e do pai. Noutra situação rompeu-se o preservativo, e ela não queria ser mãe, por isso pilula do dia seguinte com agente. Adeus Guida, cresce e aparece.



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I am just a new boy, Stranger in this town. Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around?





Ooooooh I need a dirty woman, I need a dirty girl.

Will some woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man? Take this rock n roll refugee, Ooo Babe, set me free Ooooo I need a dirty woman. Ooooo I need a dirty girl.

(Phone Ringing)
[Man:] "Hello?" [Operator:] "Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd. Will you accept the charges from the United States" (Phone is Hung Up)
"He hung up. Is this your residence, sir?" "I wonder why he hung up..." "There must be someone else there besides your wife to answer." (Phone Ringing) [Man:] "Hello?" [Operator:] "This is the United States calling." "Are we reaching?" (Phone is Hung Up) "See he keeps hanging up." "But it's a man answering." (Operator cuts connection)








I will not marry no one, not you and not no one. Go, go and never look back

(Why Lady Death? because you're promised to God, you're a nun, you're a none, you're married already with Him the Lord, you're too hot for God remember? why?)

Ho, the smell of napalm in the morning...

I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.

I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that.
If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment.

And we shall ressurect in eternal flesh, words are meaningless for eternal is the flesh.

The horror, the Virgin, the horror, the Whore, the Whore, The virgin

Kurtz: Did they say why, Willard, why they want to terminate my command? Willard: I was sent on a classified mission, sir. Kurtz: It's no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you? Willard: They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound. Kurtz: Are my methods unsound? Willard: I don't see any method at all, sir. Kurtz: I expected someone like you. What did you expect? Are you an assassin? Willard: I'm a soldier.









We stand awed inside a clearing
We do not make a sound
The crimson snow falls all about
Carpeting the ground











Everything is falling, dear
Everything is wrong
It's just history repeating itself
And babe, you turn me on











Like an idea
Like an Atom bomb


Everything is falling, dear
All rhyme and reason gone
It's just history repeating itself





-32.2 (versão 0.03) (uma repostagem do original de 19.05.06 às 23:32)


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I've seen it all, I have seen the trees,
I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze
I've seen a man killed by his best friend,
And lives that were over before they were spent.
I've seen what I was - I know what I'll be
I've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru!
I'm happy to say I had better to do
What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall?
All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall!

And the man you will marry?
The home you will share?
To be honest, I really don't care...

You've never been to Niagara Falls?
I have seen water, its water, that's all...
The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State?
My pulse was as high on my very first date!
Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?
To be honest, I really don't care...

I've seen it all, I've seen the dark
I've seen the brightness in one little spark.
I've seen what I chose and I've seen what I need,
And that is enough, to want more would be greed.
I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be
I've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You've seen it all and all you have seen
You can always review on your own little screen
The light and the dark, the big and the small
Just keep in mind - you need no more at all
You've seen what you were and know what you'll be
You've seen it all - there is no more to see!


"This is the most horrifying movie I've seen (gave it 10, though)."
I designed a series of objects that could exist in the film "Dancer in the dark" and help the main character Selma to overcome the silence in her isolation cell. I presened my ideas as typographical illustrations in a book.

... his dazzling Medea (1988). Trier's mini-masterpiece is Euripides' Greek tragedy retold via a secular screenplay from Denmark's greatest filmmaker, Carl Dreyer (The Passion of Joan of Arc, Ordet), though never brought by Dreyer to the screen.

Trier's Medea takes place in some timeless Vikingland, and his heroine (Kirsten Oleson) is less a conjuring sorceress as in Euripides than a gypsy-like peasant who has been wounded by the cheating and adultery of her husband, Jason (Udo Kier). The incredible black-and-white photography reminds of both early Bergman (The Seventh Seal, The Virgin Spring) and Throne of Blood, Kurosawa's Japanese retelling of Macbeth. I
n fact, there are several scenes in this superbly visual movie for which Trier literally quotes moments from Kurosawa, of characters caught in a fog, then lost-physically, spiritually- in the primeval forest.
http://www.geraldpeary.com/mini-reviews.html


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