Oct 31, 2016
the day before yesterday
"The curse of storytelling is being litteral".
Barry Purves at Festa da animação, in Barcelos
Or how to free oneself through artifice, and the joy of it.
Libellés :
boulangerie,
drawing,
english
Oct 23, 2016
mais duas figueiras
esta ontem no jardim da estrela
e aquela algures nos pântanos da florida antes de 1973, por Walt Kelly. A direita Pogo the Possum.
Libellés :
botánica,
drawing,
others draw
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 16, 2016
vieram tempos de citar
"Quem pode devorar o misantropo que nos odeia, pensar em aprendê-lo digerindo, e divergindo
desprendê-lo? Misantropofágico."
Guilherme Gontijo Flores
daqui, ele que daqui
desprendê-lo? Misantropofágico."
Guilherme Gontijo Flores
daqui, ele que daqui
Libellés :
ler o mundo,
português
Oct 15, 2016
on peut le dire comme ça
"la
mort est un instrument de travail"
Raul
Ruiz ?
..
..
Libellés :
boulangerie,
français
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 12, 2016
num redondo claustro 3
« Since Biblical times, to be connected with people sexually is a way of knowing them. In our century—for the first time—it is valued primarily as a way of knowing oneself. That’s too much of a burden for the sexual act to carry. »
Susan Sontag. « As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh. »
Susan Sontag. « As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh. »
Libellés :
drawing,
ler o mundo
Oct 11, 2016
num redondo claustro 2
« The Jesuit device (one of many) for promoting concentration in prayer + meditation: “composition of place.” You think closely about where an edifying event (say, the Crucifixion) took place—weather, flora + fauna, colors, etc.—+ thus understand its deeper meaning more easily.»
Susan Sontag. « As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh. »
Susan Sontag. « As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh. »
Libellés :
drawing,
english,
ler o mundo
Oct 10, 2016
num redondo claustro 1
Susan Sontag. « As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh. »
Libellés :
drawing,
english,
ler o mundo
Oct 6, 2016
idylle champêtre
Le soleil se couche derrière les éoliennes. Un chien aboie au loin, un autre lui répond, un vent rose ébouriffe le ciel. Une fourmi isolée traverse la pierre du seuil. Entre ses mandibules, la tête d'une guêpe.
Libellés :
beasts,
français,
ler o mundo
Oct 1, 2016
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