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Thursday, July 31, 2003

Fragmentos de una carta de Emily Dickinson: "To see is perhaps never quite the sorcery that it is to surmise...[...]...but magic is our most frugal meal...(...) ...the velocity of the ill...like a snail...(...)..."Going home", said he: was he not an aborigine of the sky?...(...) ...And said my sister to me: 'the gentleman with the deep voice wants to see you Emily'...(...)...I asked: how long? - Twenty years, said he...(...)... and easter has come and gone...(...) ...but you are like god, we pray to Him and he answers: No...(...) ...Ah, to see you... peach before time..."

En Popbitch dicen que el obituario de Hope en el Evening Star estaba ya escrito por un tal Walker, que murió dos semanas antes que Hope. Y el del New York Times lo escribió un tal Canby, a quien Hope sobrevivió tres años.

Tuesday, July 29, 2003

Caetano en Verdade Tropical: "Uma visita comovente foi a que nos fez o Rei Roberto Carlos. () De passagem por Londres, quis nos ver. () Roberto veio com Nice, sua primeira mulher, e nós sentíamos nele a presença simbólica do Brasil. Como un rei de fato, ele claramente falava e agia em nome do Brasil com mais autoridade (e propiedade) do que os milicos que nos tinham expulsado...()ele era o Brasil profundo.()Roberto pegou meu violão e cantou -dizendo, sem nenhuma insegurança, que iria nos agradar- 'as curvas da estrada de santos". Essa cançao extraordinária, cantada daquele jeito por Roberto, sozinho ao violão, na situaçao em que todos nos encontrávamos, foi algo avassalador para mim. Eu chorava tanto e tão sem vergonha que, não tendo um lenço nem disposiçao de me afastar dali para buscar um, assoei o nariz e enxuguei os olhos na barra do vestido preto de Nice, enquanto Roberto repetía com ternura: 'Bobo, bobo".

Sunday, July 27, 2003

From "Origins", H. Reeves and others: "-Do you know why the world is colored?
A pigment is a molecule that possesses extremely mobile electrons. This characteristic enables it to absorb packets of light -the photons- to reflect certain spectra and therefore to color matter. But at the same time, it encourages the construction of molecular chains that go into the building of living things. Pigments preside over a subtle chemistry that does not require a great deal of energy. It is because both hemoglobin and chlorophyll are endowed with these pigment properties that they are so important to the composition of life. There is no way that the living world could ever have been gray. Nor could it have been all white or all black."

Jennifer Jones a Joseph Cotten en Portrait of Jenny (1948), donde ella es el fantasma de alguien que murió 20 años atrás y que se enamora de un pintor con el que se encuentra en diferentes lugares de New York, de noche hasta que amanece: "This was once tomorrow".

Friday, July 25, 2003

Bernhard: "In Portugal, dogs that have been killed or have simply died are not buried as they are in our country, but decompose and shrivel up in the open. In the Alentejo region, for example, they lie there, if they are even dragged off the street, on the left and right of the streets with their legs splayed and their tails rigid. We met smart farmers who throw dead dogs under their orange trees, which then always bear at least twice as much fruit as the others."

Sunday, July 20, 2003

En un par de cartas Flaubert cuenta cómo la primera vez que vió gente demente, enferma o muerta fue durante su niñez, cuando vivía en el ala residencial del hospital municipal de Rouen, donde su padre era cirujano. "The dissecting room of the hospital gave on our garden. How many times my sister and I used to climb the trellis, cling to the vines, and peer curiously at the cadavers on their slabs! The sun shone on them, and the same flies that were flitting about us and about the flowers would light on them and come buzzing back to us... I still see my father raising his head from his dissecting, and telling us to go away."

Thursday, July 17, 2003

Valeria: ...Y hacía eso, sí.
C.C.: Qué horror. Si me hacen eso yo me hago el seppuku con una motosierra. Prefiero el No Te Quiero Lastimar, Soy Yo No Vos, Todavía No Resolví Algunas Cosas Mías.
Valeria: Claro, pero sabés lo que pasa?
C.C.: No, qué pasa.
Valeria: Que vos sos como Nicola di Bari...
C.C.: Eh?
Valeria: Claro, "El último romántico".


Thursday, July 10, 2003

Comentando sobre sus rollitos en la cadera, cuando se sentó a tocar al piano, Antony dijo: I hope you don't mind my awful love handles, should I say hate handles, considering recent episodes?

Monday, July 07, 2003

En la fila de la biblioteca, el viejito con el pelo teñido y una gorra de los Dolphins, le explica a la persona que lo atiende que quiere sacar unos videos con la tarjeta de la esposa porque él no tiene una propia.
- It's her who comes, now it's me. See, same last name.
- Sir, i'm sorry, the card has to be used by its owner.
- ...She's not coming anymore, she went upstate.
- Then when she's back she can get those videos for you, sir.
- You don't get it, she went upstate, she died. ...She's not coming back, you moron.
- Sir, i'm sorry, you can have a card of your own in no time. Let's do that, ok?
- I don't want a card of my own, I want Peggy's card. She's my wife. See?

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

En el foro Epumer, Malosetti puso: "el recuerdo de esa india hermosa con una Strato colgada va a perdurar en mi corazón toda la vida". Y después pide que dios cobije a su familia.

En la tumultosa cola para el concierto de Nick Cave, se acerca una sra y pregunta dónde termina la fila, el interlocutor le responde, proféticamente, señalando hacia cualquier lado: "The end is near!!!", y la sra le dice, "Ahh, sí, últimamente tenía esa impresión...".

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