.
.
You can be remade
You can live again
What was pain now's gained

.
.
.
.
.
tateio
- hilda hilst
.
.
.
perdemos: dente, roupas, melhores amigos
- igor pires
.
.
.
sem dizer que quer, sem querer
- victor fernandes
.
.
.
hoje – que hoje?
- joão mostazo
.
.
.
things of the heart occur here
- margaret avison
.
.
.
this unchill, habitable interior
- margaret avison
.
.
.
me for the past 40 years

Earth Abides, S01E05


.
.
I tell myself


Landman, S01E08


.
.
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
- Christina Rossetti
.
.
.
Helen, c'est moi!



Say Nothing, S01E07


.
.
perdi todo o discurso
- sebastião uchoa leite
.
.
.
                                  E é para sempre
para nunca mais
                                  este exílio.

- Ruy Espinheira Filho
.
.
.
As palavras te governam e te configuram 
delimitam as fronteiras de tua solidão
os caminhos da eternidade e do adeus.
As palavras assinalam o momento de tua morte
e te ensinam a abrir a porta onde não existe porta.

- Francisco Carvalho
.
.
.
olhemos sem rancor e emudeçamos
- ariano suassuna
.
.
.
não sei nem ninguém sabe
- ariano suassuna
.
.
.
de tudo somos presa:
do desejo das formas e das cores

- ariano suassuna
.
.
.
Insisto?
- Affonso Romano de Sant'Anna
.
.
.
A ATITUDE DIANTE DO POETA É O BOCEJO
- Affonso Ávila
.
.
.
vesti meus gestos insensatos
- carlos pena filho
.
.
.
nesta hora de sol puro
- ronald de carvalho
.
.
.
imensos silêncios se respondem
- raul bopp
.
.
.
Demagogicamente tão só!
- Mário de Andrade
.
.
.
É noite. E tudo é noite.
- Mário de Andrade
.
.
.
Tu queres ilha: despe-te das coisas
- Jorge de Lima
.
.
os caminhos estão gastos
- joel silveira
.
.
.
entre ilusões inimigas
- joaquim cardozo
.
.
.
Calor.
- Guilherme de Almeida
.
.
.
Estar atento diante do ignorado,
Reconhecer-se no desconhecido,
Olhar o mundo, o espaço iluminado, 
E compreender o que não tem sentido.
Guardar o que não pode ser guardado,
Perder o que não pode ser perdido.

- Dante Milano
.
.
.
Eu não dei por esta mudança,
tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil

- Cecília Meireles
.
.
.
                                   no tempo que vai
p  a  s  s  a  n  d  o

- Antônio Girão Barroso
.
.
.
Mas a batalha é sua, vence-a
- Vicente de Carvalho
.
.
.
Bailando o furacão
- Olavo Bilac
.
.
.
Foi em março
- Olavo Bilac

Foi em março, 2023
- AR
.
.
.
Os sapos calaram
e escutam

- Felipe D'Oliveira
.
.
.
Saudade! Olhar de minha mãe rezando
- Da Costa e Silva
.
.
.
Ele é ignorante porque, apesar dele achar que é muito experto, ele reduziu toda a visão de mundo dele em cima de ganhar dinheiro.

- Luiz Felipe Pondé sobre Ebenezer Scrooge em Linhas Cruzadas
.
.
.
Uma das características da experiência triste, ou das paixões tristes, como se fala em filosofia, é o fato de que muitas pessoas não são tristes. Isso é uma das coisas que deixa as pessoas tristes mais tristes.

- Luiz Felipe Pondé em Linhas Cruzadas
.
.
o essencial está oculto nos corações humanos
- fyodor dostoevsky em linhas cruzadas
.
.
.
My friend
they don't care
if you're an individualist 
a leftist  a rightist
a shithead or a snake
They will try to exploit you
absorb you  confine you
disconnect you  isolate you
or kill you

.
.
.
olha pra mim 
ora por mim

.
.
It is not what Jesus made of mankind, but what mankind made of him.
- John Fowles in The Aristos
.
.
.
omnia mea mecum porto
levo comigo tudo que é meu
.
.
.
Cada pessoa só pode ser ela mesma por inteiro enquanto estiver sozinha. Portanto, quem não ama a solidão tampouco ama a liberdade, pois somente quando se está sozinho é que se está livre.

- Arthur Shopenhauer em Sobre como lidar consigo mesmo
.
.
.
I'm afraid, my friend,
To inter my heart.

Taras Shevchenko
.
.
.
O my trying heart,
What is it that you want, why is it that you ache?

- Taras Shevchenko
.
.
.
in silent expectation
- taras shevchenko
.
.
.
Emma: When you give so much of yourself to your partner, you hope it's enough. But I realize it doesn't matter how much I love him, even after these countless years. It only matters whether or not you save him.

- Earth Abides, S01E04
.
.
.
sur le paysage lent
raymond queneau
.
.
.
il y a une tombe pour tout
- raymond queneau
.
.
.
Poetry is not self-expression, the I is a dramatic I.
- Michael S. Harper
.
.
.
my ignorance of you amazes me
adrienne rich
.
.
.
The longer I live the more I mistrust
Adrienne Rich
.
.
.
boarding the uncharter'd bus of vanishment
adrienne rich
.
.
.
It's not new, this condition, just for awhile
          kept deep
in the cortex of things imagined

Adrienne Rich
.
.
.
          I do not give
simplehearted    love and nor
allow you simply love me

Adrienne Rich
.
.
.
unto and contra
adrienne rich
.
.
.
Could it be I saw you
under a roof of glass

Adrienne Rich
.
.
.
The I you know isn't me
- Adrienne Rich
.
.
.
O the mind, mind has mountains, cliffs to fall
Frighful, sheer... Hold them cheap
May he who ne'er hung there

- Gerard Manley Hopkins
.
.
.
I don't remember you separately
from love.

Marina Tsvetaeva
.
.
.
Your name's—a bird in the hand
Marina Tsvetaeva in From poems for Blok
.
.
.
Love and sorrow together are always stronger than death.
- Marina Tsvetaeva
.
.
.
it pleases me to stand in silence here
- philip larkin
.
.
.
I am the arrow and the prey.
- Mahmoud Darwish
.
.
.
Who am I, O you? Create me as I created you.
Mahmoud  Darwish
.
.
.
I am my language.
 Mahmoud  Darwish
.
.
.
Poetry is a place of exile.
- Mahmoud  Darwish
.
.
.
Oh my love.
- Paul Verlaine
.
.
.
Souvenir, souvenir, que me veux-tu?
- Paul Verlaine
.
.
.
pleasure is a product of death; not an escape from it
- john fowles in the aristos 
.
.
.
What remains: move and countermove.
Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
I declare with perfect faith
that prayer preceded God.
Prayer created God,
God created human beings,
human beings create prayers
that create God that create human beings.

Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
Gods change, prayers are here to stay
- Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.
- Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
Suffering operates by its own logic. Its gropings and reversals. Ample, in ways
that are exquisite. And how it leaves—not unlike how it arrives, without
    clear
notice.

- Jenny Xie
.
.
.
nothing is as far as here
- jenny xie
.
.
.
.
.
I covet every tear!
Charles Baudelaire
.
.
.
O numinous sweet nothing
charles baudelaire
.
.
.
the nerves too restless to unwind
charles baudelaire
.
.
.
Your eyes, ever so green
Charles Baudelaire
.
.
.
The melancholy waltz begins again!
- Charles Baudelaire
.
.
.
it's dark, despite the moon above
- alexander blok
.
.
.
I Had Thought Things
Were Going Along Well

But I was mistaken

- John Ashbery
.
.
.
anger and tenderness: my selves
adrienne rich
.
.
.
your silence today is a pond where drowned things live
adrienne rich
.
.
.
silence not absence
- adrienne rich
.
.
.
já nem sei o que falar aqui 

.
.
depois a gente vê como é que vai fazer

.
.
gente é pra brilhar

.
.
no meu coração

.
.
You're wondering if I'm lonely;
OK then, yes, I'm lonely

- Adrienne Rich
.
.
.
Tyler: We never truly walk alone even when we feel alone, despite grief. 
.
.
.
I lift my eyes to the mountains. Now I understand 
What it means to lift eyes, what a heavy load
It is.

Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
We are so far from each other.
Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
Sometimes I'm very happy and desperate.
Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
I am standing at a place where once I loved.
Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
When a man is abandoned by
his love, an empty round space
expands inside him like a cave
for wonderful stalagmites, slowly.

Like the empty space 
in history, kept open for
Meaning and Purpose and tears.

Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
unsure
- anna akhmatova
.
.
.
Gladiator II, 2024


.
.
I foresee an additional meeting,
Inescapable meeting with you.

Anna Akhmatova
.
.
.
But the imprint you've left on my soul
On our trivial meeting won't fade.

Anna Akhmatova
.
.
.
My heart, you must be wise.
Anna Akhmatova
.
.
.
O, cold one
- Anna Akhmatova
.
.
.
Well, it's time 
To go to bed, but—
That summer moon.

Natsume Sōseki
.
.
.
Mystery, or unkowing, is energy. As soon as a mystery is explained, it ceases to be a source of energy. If we question deep enough there comes a point where answers, if answers could be given, would kill. We may want to dam the river; but we dam the the spring at our own peril. In fact, since 'God' is unknowable, we cannot dam the spring of basic existencial mystery. 'God' is the energy of all questions and questing; and so the ultimate source of all action and volution.

- John Fowles in The Aristos
.
.
I am a useless watchman
Of the holy nothing. I am happy.

Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
LOVE POEM

People use each other 
To heal their pain. Each puts the other
On their existential wounds, 
On the eye, the penis, the cunt, the mouth, the open hand.
They grab one another and will not let go.

- Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
How many times does a man wait for another man
Who won't come? Three times,
Or four. Then he leaves,
Crosses a field of summer thorns,
And lies in his home.

His heart didn't grow hard, like the soles
Of his feet that walked a lot.
Taxis of dawn tear
The clothes of his sleep:
To live is to tear;
To die, to be torn.

- Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
O dear. That's when I was born. May use it as an epitaph

The title of a book by Yehuda Amichai


.
.
And now it's too early for archaeology
And it's too late to repair what was done.

- Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
And I will have to forget you
When someone else begins to remember you

- Yehuda Amichai
.
.
.
habitual ennui
- marianne moore
.
.
.
mood

.
.
To You

Don't worry.
The wind is blowing; naked branches are swaying.

Ko Un
.
.
.
You are more than yourself.
Ko Un
.
.
.
Ask and ask until nothing's left to ask.
- Ko Un
.
.
.
Unable to go forward,
unable to go back

Ko Un
.
.
.
So much sorrow has slid from my spine.
All expostulations are futile.

- Ko Un
.
.
.
I very much dislike the empty language
Of love, with all those tired, pathetic clichés

- Alexander Blok
.
.
.
you numbed me
alexander blok
.
.
.
let you look into my eyes
gave you wings that you might fly

- alexander blok
.
.
.
A 'not-so-good' copy of a poem by Alexander Blok


.
.
and illusion persists
- alexander blok
.
.
.
Agreed

The Day of the Jackal, S01E09


.
.
Saturday night vibe

.
.
so what remains?
john fowles
.
.
.
moonlit silence
john fowles
.
.
.
a cry in the crowd
john fowles
.
.
.
finding no exit
- john fowles
.
.
.
O what a silence in this wilderness!
Gerard Manley Hopkins
.
.
.
My love is lessened and must soon be past.
- Gerard Manley Hopkins
.
.
.
infinite longing
heinrich heine
.
.
.
love is gnawing away my heart
heinrich heine
.
.
.
I bear no grudge, even though my heart is breaking, O
love forever lost, I bear no grudge.

- Heinrich Heine
.
.
.
with each the absence of love is different
- samuel beckett
.
.
.
after you're gone
Narcissus lean and slippered

- Samuel Beckett
.
.
.
sweet absence of words
- samuel beckett
.
.
.
God bless you professor
- Samuel Beckett
.
.
.
Outlander, S07E12


.
.
To love is to tell the story of the world.     There was
an ocean with a boat    mountains    a meadow    too painful to stare
at directly. Haven't I been here before? Yes.    No:    not quite here.

Nomi Stone
.
.
.
Kierkegaard says there are three kinds of despair: despair
at not being conscious of having a self, despair at not being
willing to be oneself, and despair at willingness to be
oneself.

- Nomi Stone
.
.
.
I am alone. I will forgive. I am silent.
Alexander Blok
.
.
.
I will go into a holiday of silence
Alexander Blok
.
.
.
I am tired of resounding
Alexander Blok
.
.
.
I stood forgotten
Alexander Blok
.
.
.
Your image appears spontaneously
Amid the familiar banal days.

- Alexander Blok
.
.
.
somtimes it's easy, sometimes painful
- alexander blok
.
.
.
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth, 
While the one eludes must the other pursue.

- Robert Browning
.
.
.
Mr. Reed: If God is real, and he watches when we masturbate, and he has such a fragile ego that he only helps us when we beg him and shower him with praise, and he hates gay people for being what he made them to be, well, that is terrifying.

- Heretic, 2024
.
.
.
So am I



Heretic, 2024


.
.
Nothing you see now
can mean anything;
your will is fixed on the lightbulb,
its blind impassivity
withholding disquiet,
the art of the possible
that art abhors.

Robert Lowell
.
.
.
I was my interrupted sentence
Robert Lowell
.
.
.
My thinking is talking to you
Robert Lowell
.
.
.
Sometimes
I catch my mind
circling for you with glazed eye—
my lost love hunting 
your lost face.

- Robert Lowell
.
.
.
Emilia Pérez, 2024


.
.
an infinite withoutness
- john fowless
.
.
.
Conclave, 2024


.
.
Am I still abstruse?
Marianne Moore
.
.
.
the heart that can act against itself
marianne moore
.
.
.
alive with words
marianne moore
.
.
.
Psychology which explains everything
explains nothing,
and we are still in doubt.

Marianne Moore
.
.
.
alone in the small aloneness
- mahmoud darwish
.
.
.
fully hedonistic
constantine p. cavafy
.
.
.
and love passed this afternoon
over his perfect flesh, his lips,
over his flesh which is all beauty

constantine p. cavafy
.
.
.
He lost him completly
and now he goes on seeking
on the lips of every new lover
the lost one's lips.

Constantine P. Cavafy
.
.
.
sensitive to the point of suffering
constantine p. cavafy
.
.
.
everything was beautiful
shops sidewalks stones
windows balconies walls

constantine p. cavafy
.
.
.
Even if you can't
make of your life what you want,
try this at least
to the extent that you can.
Do not devalue your life
by being too much in touch with society
too much to-and-fro and chat.
Do not devalue your life by escorting it,
turning it constantly about and exposing it
to the every day nonsense
of relationships and parties,
until it turns foreign, a burden.

- Constantine P. Cavafy
.
.
.
en mi metafísica emoción de amor
- césar vallejo
.
.
.
hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes
- césar vallejo
.
.
.
O dear Claire!
 

Outlander, S07E10


.
.
Je suis la plaie et le couteau
- Charles Baudelaire
.
.
.
Sur l'immense gouffre
- Charles Baudelaire
.
.
.
Ô vase de tristesse
- Charles Baudelaire
.
.
.
The little celestial poet
Opens the shutters of his heart.
The heavens clash. Oblivion
Uproots the symphony.

- Antonin Artaud
.
.
.
.
.
le silence qui s'installe

.
.
How is your life? Are you fussing?
    flinching? How    do you get up?

Marina Tsvetaeva
.
.
.
Life is a place where it's forbidden
to live. 

Marina Tsvetaeva
.
.
.
so now    must    be no
marina tsvetaeva
.
.
.
crying silently love love
marina tsvetaeva
.
.
.
negue seu amor 
you loved me 

- maria bethânia & marina tsvetaeva
.
.
.
I set my love upon you. Much too high.
In the sky    arrange my burial.

Marina Tsvetaeva
.
.
.
for everything, for everything    forgive me,
—my love    whatever I did to you

Marina Tsvetaeva
.
.
.
I'm glad your sickness is not caused by me.
Mine is not caused by you.

- Marina Tsvetaeva
.
.
.
At the edge of the heavens is the omega star,
All sparkling, colorful Sirius.

- Alexander Blok
.
.
.
feche os olhos & ponha no volume máximo

.
.
the substance

.
.
The forms of matter are finite, but matter is infinite. Form is a death sentence, matter is eternal life

- John Fowles in The Aristos
.
.
.
O progresso e o capitalismo podem seguradamente acabar com a civilização.
.
.
.
should heAr
- John Gooby
.
.
.
Yes, I can. But only that.

Lioness, S02E04


.
.
indeed

Landman, S01E04


.
.
IGNORANCE

Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But force to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and the punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we star to die
Have no idea why.

-  Philip Larkin
.
.
.
Once I believed in you,
    And then you came,
    Unquestionably new, as fame
Had said you were. But that was long ago.

Philip Larkin
.
.
.
in an endless girding sea
- philip larkin
.
.
.
Apart, we think we wish ourseves together,
Yet sue for solitude upon our meetings

Philip Larkin
.
.
.
I could not follow your wishes
- Philip Larkin
.
.
.
it feels like jail, or church
- mary jo salter
.
.
.
Je vais pas dire merci pour tout
- Mai Lan
.
.
.
CHANSON DE L'ANNÉE - 2024

Regardant mes plaies, j'avoue c'est plus grave
Que ce que je croyais, c'est fou ça s'étale

.
.
We are so much more than what we are going through
.
.
.
an air of baffled silence
- philip larkin
.
.
.
it's only oblivion
philip larkin
.
.
.
Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms
Inside your head, and people in them, acting.
People you know, yet can't quite name

Philip Larkin
.
.
.
more and more time passes silently
- philip larkin
.
.
.
estática do toque ao reler a hora da estrela
de clarice lispector
 em 2014

.
.
Reverend Mother Dorotea: You are scared because you have nothing to serve, no purpose, nowhere to put all that hurt and anger. You know how truly alone you are. 

- Dune: Prophecy, S01E03
.
.
.
Indeed

Wolf Hall, S02E04


.
.
I can buy
I bought
myself flowers

.
.
.
I hide here most entirely now
Mona Van Duyn
.
.
.
the most bizarre vagaries
- mona van duyn
.
.
.
He knows he's aged a lot: he sees it, he feels it.
Yet it seems he was young just yesterday.
So brief an interval, so very brief.

Constantine P. Cavafy
.
.
.
WALLS

With no consideration, no pity, no shame,
they have built walls around me, thick and high.
And now I sit here feeling hopeless.
I can't think of anything else: this fate gnaws my mind
because I had so much to do outside.
When they were building the walls, how could I not
have noticed!
But I never heard the builders, not a sound.
Imperceptibly, they have closed me off from the
outside world.

- Constantine P. Cavafy
.
.
.
Edu de Barros. Afresco, 2020 (detalhe)


.
.
Adriana Varejão. Figura de convite III, 2005


.
.
Rosana Paulino. Pretugês, 2022


.
.
Marcos Chaves. Eu só vendo a vista, 1961