no volume máximo

Não compreendia a natureza da solidão que sentia. As únicas palavras que lhe ocorriam eram: não era este o mundo que eu esperava encontrar.

- Aynd Rand, A revolta de Atlas, Dagny
Entre o real e o reflexo
André Melo

a consciência se curva
na repetição do instante
o tempo observa
o gesto
vago

the echo and the silence
- czesław miłosz
Who, after all, wants to be told that truth is a rebellion of the mind against its utilitarian vocation?
- Czesław Miłosz
The wound is where the light enters.
- Maya C. Popa

people introduce us to ourselves
- courtney kampa
the tiuu of birds
LANGUAGE
Cosmos, i.e., pain raved in me with a diabolic tongue.

HARMONY
Deprived. And why shouldn't you be deprived?
Those better than you were deprived.

LONGING
Not that I want to be a god or a hero.
Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

- Czesław Miłosz
with my companion, the spirit of desolation
- czesław miłosz
Mudança
André Melo

solidão nova
mesmo vento, outro vazio
mesmo eu, sem mim

My heart grew weary
From delight,
From despair,
From ardor,
From hope.

- Czesław Miłosz
A shame of failing to be
what I should have been.

- Czesław Miłosz

Full of
beg, I wait for a prince longing to give my
breath back to me. Heretic tongue,
I will never admit what he means to
me. Will say
he was simply a game I
could not pass up. Love
is a death wish between you
and the you you’re becoming. I will never admit to
him that his love feels like a tease
from God. A gift I
only deserve as prelude to punishment. Love
is a bluff  between goodbye and forever. You
give yourself to the gamble, to
the breathlessness that is a hammer
on your chest. I
will never admit what his love
is to me.

- Josh Alex Baker
Unromantic love
J. V. Cunningham

There is no stillness in this wood.
The quiet of this clearing
Is the denial of my hearing
The sounds I should.

There is no vision in this glade.
This tower of sun revealing
The timbered scaffoldage is stealing
Essence from shade.

Only my love is love’s ideal.
The love I could discover
In these recesses knows no lover,
Is the unreal,

The undefined, unanalysed,
Unabsolute many;
It is antithesis of any,
In none comprised.
eu poético
ou eu ferido
qual é invenção
e qual é ruído?

- andré melo
Depois de Drummond
André Melo

corpo corpo vasto corpo
se eu me chamasse matéria
seria ausência, não solução

corpo corpo vasto corpo
mais vasta é a contradição

building the stairway of abstraction
- czesław miłosz
Come, Holy Spirit,
bending or not bending the grasses

- Czesław Miłosz
Saturday evening mood

We leave doors open for people 
who'll never knock again.
Stubborn human heart. Living 
for the maybes and the what-ifs.

- Albert Camus
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
                             Not shaking the grass.

- Ezra Pound
I lean to you, numb as a fossil.
Tell me I'm here.

- Sylvia Plath
I haven't forgotten you. The nights are long and difficult.
- Frida Kahlo
Where are you, how are you, do you love me—
- Virginia Woolf
pelo vazio, pela avenida, pelos desfiladeiros mudos
- czesław miłosz
a bétula e a cigarra e o dom-fafe guardados na minha memória
- czesław miłosz
uma esperança cínica
- czesław miłosz
There are days that walk through me
and I cannot hold them.

- Katherine Larson
moro onde não sei
se vou morar

lá é quase agora
ou já não há

- andré melo
vítima de mim
me acuso sem defesa
pra ser esquecido

- andré melo
o amor é uma constante

o que teria destruído aquele homem, que acidente de percurso poderia reduzir um indivíduo àquela condição

- ayn rand em a revolta de atlas
um cansaço vago
- ayn rand em a revolta de atlas
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.

- Czesław Miłosz
Some people say we should not trust our eyes,
That there is nothing, just a seeming,
These are the ones who have no hope.
They think that the moment we turn away,
The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist,
As if snatched up the hands of thieves.

- Czesław Miłosz
Faith
Czesław Miłosz

Faith is in you whenever you look
At a dewdrop or a floating leaf
And know that they are because they have to be.
Even if you close your eyes and dream up things
The world will remain as it has always been
And the leaf will be carried away by the waters of the river.

You have faith also when you hurt your foot
Against a sharp rock and you know
That rocks are here to hurt our feet.
See the long shadow that is cast by the tree?
We and the flowers throw shadows on the earth.
What has no shadow has no strength to live.


olheosmuros


When walking, I am asleep, when sleeping, I dream reality
- Czesław Miłosz
Suddenly nobody knows where you are.
You’re just a memory,
an echo

- Janine Solursh
Domestic interior
Shara McCallum

Pain enters through an open window
and you say it is the wind.

It marrows into beams, gutters
walls. Still you insist:

It is only a passing storm.
All while it seeps under your door—

long having eluded the watchman,
fallen asleep at his post—and floods

the whole damn house. Come daybreak,
you are a different kind of  hostage now,

as it weeps into your bowl of porridge,
casts itself  into the misshapen face

gleaming back at you from a tarnished spoon.
In time, you will make your bed

with this new order. In time,
you will simply make the bed and lie down.
I am scared to look at myself. Earth, do not abandon me.
- Czesław Miłosz
I am afraid to stay here alone, I have nothing except my body
- Czesław Miłosz
Nobody knew that work would divide a day
Into great toil and dead rest,
And that the moon would pause every spring
Above the sleep of the weary ones. In our hearts heavy beating
No spring for us anymore, nor love

- Czesław Miłosz
Asked to leave
André Melo

o teto já sonha sem mim.
meus dias:
três pássaros cegos
batendo na janela.
mood

Pain and suffering
Andrea Cohen

She recorded 
the silence

between us—
played it

back—made
me listen
Separation
W. S. Merwin

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a neddle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
I am so tired of waiting,
Aren't you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two -
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.

- Langston Hughes
There's no time or place or space where I'm not
searching for a language made of hands and wind
and nutrients, when I'm not researching a whole and
convenient form of nourishing them

- Maricela Guerrero
Wellness tips
André Melo

Drink water.
Go outside.
Ignore the ache
inside your pride.

Breathe in silence.
Fake your sleep.
You'll feel much better
in the deep.
Aviso
André Melo

Melhore logo.
Ou finja.
A tristeza incomoda
mais do que o grito.
Manual de sobrevivência
André Melo

Evite a luz.
Ela ilumina demais.
E o mundo adora gente
que morre sem brilhar.

Subscribe to: Comments (Atom)