sandra aka margarete ~ acknowledgeyourself@gmail.com

Feridas que abrem,/ reabrem, cose-as a noite, recose-as (...) [ Amargo. O sangue nunca pára ]

É amargo o coração do poema.
A mão esquerda em cima desencadeia uma estrela,
em baixo a outra mão
mexe num charco branco. Feridas que abrem,
reabrem, cose-as a noite, recose-as
com linha incandescente. Amargo. O sangue nunca pára
de mão a mão salgada, entre os olhos,
nos alvéolos da boca.
O sangue que se move nas vozes magnificando
o escuro atrás das coisas,
os halos nas imagens de limalhas, os espaços ásperos
que escreves
entre os meteoros. Cose-te: brilhas
nas cicatrizes. Só essa mão que mexes
ao alto e a outra mão que brancamente
trabalha
nas superfícies centrífugas. Amargo, amargo. Em sangue e exercício
de elegância bárbara. Até que sentado ao meio
negro da obra morras
de luz compacta.
Numa radiação de hélio rebentes pela sombria
violência
dos núcleos loucos da alma.




Herberto Helder

like my heart's going to cave in


It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And t...hat's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

a key that could use a little turning

Jan Saudek: Destiny walks down to the river carrying two innocent children


mundo versus mundos


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what's ruling? re: Anthropology!

 

«It looks like someone has started an image pool on Flickr to collect diagrams from anthropology and other related disciplines. Unfortunately, they aren't all as interesting as this one, but they're fun to look at anyway, especially if you are a diagram junkie like I am. This image can be found in The Art of Anthropology: Essays and Diagrams.
(Via Neuroanthropology.)»

mas sou uma puta bruta e melancólica

as árvores, sempre as árvores [e as raizes]