O que é hoje a internet? Graças ao tal do algoritmo, há um pressuposto narcísico terrível: "Eu gosto de mim", o que é um equívoco fundamental. Eu não gosto de mim. Quando eu abro o meu Spotify, o meu Netflix, o meu Prime... Eu tenho no meu iPhone a rádio do Pedro.
O pressuposto do algoritmo é que eu gosto de mim e me oferece sempre mais de mim mesmo. É a tal da bolha, a formação de mônadas incomunicáveis. Eu fico ouvindo minha rádio e acho que o mundo é eu. Eu fico vendo sempre os mesmos amigos no Instagram e no Facebook, e eu acho que o mundo é eu — o que me torna absolutamente narcísico e intolerante.
Quando eu me defrontar com alguém que não é eu, que pensa diferente, eu vou ficar chocado. Como assim você não é eu? Eu achei que o mundo inteiro fosse eu.
Pedro de Santi, Linhas Cruzadas (30/07/2026)
As pessoas estão se refugiando no diagnóstico [mental ou físico] para não terem que responder às demandas sociais. O nosso narcisismo não é apenas o infantilismo; é uma defesa, é um fechamento defensivo num ambiente traumático, instável.
Pedro de Santi, Linhas Cruzadas (30/07/2026)
Há uma dinâmica narcísica, que é o imediatismo. A medicação [canetas emagrecedoras] vai ser uma forma de eu me desimplicar. Na saúde mental também. Então, não sou eu, é a doença. O narcisismo está aí: na busca pela mágica, e não pela implicação da pessoa na própria subjetividade, no próprio corpo, na própria história — porque eu não me sinto mais capaz de me implicar e produzir resultado na minha vida. É uma grande forma de impotência. Muitos usos de antidepressivos, ansiolíticos e canetas depõem para essa instantaneidade e por essa desistência de si, em última instância.
- Pedro de Santi, Linhas Cruzadas (30/07/2026)
Context
Tomas Tranströmer
Look at the grey tree. The sky has run
through its fibers down in the earth—
only a shrunk cloud is left when
the earth has drunk. Stolen space
is twisted in pleats, twined
to greenery. —The brief moments
of freedom rise in us, whirl
through the Parcae and further.
Day is stopping.
Everything I am feels distant or blank
as the opulent rays pass through me,
distant as action is from thought,
or language is from all things desirable
in the world, when it does not deliver
what it promises and pathos comes instead—
the same pathos I feel when I tell myself,
within or without valid structures of love:
I have been deceived, he is not what he seemed—
though the failure is not in the other,
but in me because I am tired, hurt or bitter.
- Henry Cole
Literary theory
Ada Limón
Somehow the word
allow is in the word
swallow and in swallow
two wholly different meanings:
one to take in through
the mouth and another
what we call the common
winged gnat hunter who
is, in all probability,
somewhere near us now.
Once, I thought
if I knew all the words
I would say the right thing
in the right way,
instead language became
more brutish: blink twice
for the bird, blink once
for tender annihilation. Who
knows what we are doing as
we go about our days lazily
choosing our languages. Some
days my life is held together
by definitions, some days
I read the word swallow
and all my feathers show.
The quiet machine
Ada Limón
I’m learning so many different ways to be quiet. There’s how I stand in the lawn, that’s one way. There’s also how I stand in the field across from the street, that’s another way because I’m farther from people and therefore more likely to be alone. There’s how I don’t answer the phone, and how I sometimes like to lie down on the floor in the kitchen and pretend I’m not home when people knock. There’s daytime silent when I stare, and a nighttime silent when I do things. There’s shower silent and bath silent and California silent and Kentucky silent and car silent and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore. That’s how this machine works.
Esconderijo
Ana Martins Marques
Estas são palavras que eu não
deveria dizer
palavras que ninguém
deveria ouvir
que elas permanecessem no silêncio
de onde vêm
no fundo escuro da língua
cheio de doçura e ruídos
com o ranço informulado
dos segredos
por via das dúvidas escondi-as aqui
neste poema
onde ninguém as vai encontrar
Memory as a building or a city,
Well lighted, well laid out, appointed with
Tableaux vivants and costumed effigies—
Statues in purple cloaks, or painted red,
Ones wearing crowns, ones smeared with mud or blood:
So that the mind's eye could haunt itself
With fixed associations and learn to read
Its own contents in meaningful order,
Ancient textbooks recommended that
Familiar places be linked deliberately
With a code of images. You knew the portent
In each setting, you blinked and concentrated.
O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think that now our life is only drest
For show
- William Wordsworth (1802)
Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation.
- Guy Debord (1967)
Transparency is the new formula of legitimacy.
- Byung-Chul Han (2012)
O Santo Agostinho falava da concupiscência—que é esse desejo contínuo de se sentir atraído por determinadas coisas. O mundo moderno é um gigantesco contrato infinito de concupiscência.
- Luiz Felipe Pondé, Linhas Cruzadas (23/07/2026)
THAÍS
O excesso de linguagem produz uma escassez de significado?
PONDÉ
Com certeza.
Linhas Cruzadas (23/04/2026)
I think language is more than capable
of looking out for itself, don’t you? I mean, when was
the last time you looked at the list of synonyms for
baffled? They’re among the best in the English language:
puzzled, nonplused, discombobulated, flummoxed, stumped,
fogged, bewildered, buffaloed.
- David Kirby
To a snail
Marianne Moore
If “compression is the first grace of style,”
you have it. Contractility is a virtue
as modesty is a virtue.
It is not the acquisition of any one thing
that is able to adorn,
or the incidental quality that occurs
as a concomitant of something well said,
that we value in style,
but the principle that is hid:
in the absence of feet, “a method of conclusions”;
“a knowledge of principles,”
in the curious phenomenon of your occipital horn.
Por um momento, permaneceu imóvel, tentando apreender a estranha imobilidade ao seu redor. Era como a tentativa impossível de criar uma imagem sensorial da existência. Não havia nenhum atributo da realidade a ser percebido, nada além de sua ausência; não existia movimento, como se aquilo não fosse um trem, e sim um quarto num prédio.
- Aynd Rand, A revolta de Atlas
Brief reflection on the word Pain
Miroslav Holub
Wittgenstein says: the words ‘It hurts’ have replaced
tears and cries of pain. The word ‘Pain’
does not describe the expression of pain but replaces it.
Thus it creates a new behaviour pattern
in the case of pain.
The word enters between us and the pain
like a pretence of silence.
It is a silencing. It is a needle
unpicking the stitch
between blood and clay.
The word is the first small step
to freedom
from oneself.
In case others
are present.
THAÍS
O capitalismo conseguiu customizar até o sagrado?
PONDÉ
Ah, você compra o sagradinho em qualquer lugar.
Linhas Cruzadas (16/07/2026)
Four nights in, I still don’t know his name. And each kiss
is the aftertaste of pills, a white cloud on the tongue. He hates
the names I give him: Tantalus, Orestes, Ganymede. I don’t
need a name he says, sky-high in the shower, the birds leaking
into stains on his stomach. Orange bottle in hand,
I answer Hyacinth and Vicodin. I answer Xanax and Zephyr.
- Saeed Jones
You happened to me. I was happened to
like an abandoned building by a bull-
dozer, like the van that missed my skull
happened a two-inch gash across my chin.
You went as deep down as I’d ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse. A new-
born flailing toward maternal heartbeat through
the shock of cold and glare: when you were gone,
swaddled in strange air, I was that alone
again, inventing life left after you.
- Marilyn Hacker
O Nietzsche é um filósofo romântico. Um filósofo romântico é meio que o oposto do estoicismo, porque ele valoriza o pathos, a paixão. E uma das questões centrais do estoicismo é o que se chama apatheia estoica, é manter o pathos longe. Então, do ponto de vista do Nietzsche, os estoicos se defendem da vida — porque ficam tentando construir uma paz interior que, para o Nietzsche, não significa nada. Paz interior? Que me venham as paixões.
- Luiz Felipe Pondé, Linhas Cruzadas (09/07/2026)
Então a modernidade é ansiogênica e o estoicismo é ansiolítico.
- Thaís Oyama, Linhas Cruzadas (09/07/2026)
VICTOR
Why do humans rule the world and not the apes?
DANIEL
I don't know. [...]
VICTOR
You reach out to people and you tell them a story. You take a set of data and you weave meaning around it. It's what we do; it's who we are. We're storytellers, meaning-makers. [,,,] We're really just a collection of stories we've told ourselves. Memory is our internal biography—information that we've hopped up with meaning to tell us who we are.
Silo, S03E02
Peter Schmidt no Roda Viva (29/06/2026)
(trechos)
— • —
A atenção é a matéria da experiência de ser humano.
— • —
No discurso popular, pelo menos nos Estados Unidos, se fala economia da atenção, mas a gente acha que essa frase não expressa a violência do que está acontecendo agora. A gente propõe outra metáfora para entender a situação. Essa metáfora é, em inglês, human fracking, fracking humano.
— • —
A gente precisa de santuários, isso é um conceito central de nosso trabalho, de espaços protegidos da pressão do fracking humano.
— • —
Novas tecnologias produzem novas formas de exploração, novas formas de exploração produzem novas formas de resistência.
— • —
O que podemos aprender desse momento na história é: quando você está sofrendo e todas as outras pessoas estão sofrendo também, tem que se juntar, tem que se unir, tem que conversar.
— • —
Tem duas forças históricas em jogo. Tem a força da tecnologia e tem uma força, um modelo de negócios, que explora as pessoas. São distintas. Agora, a tecnologia apoia esse modelo de negócios, mas não tem que ser assim. Então a gente acredita no mundo onde a tecnologia vai avançando, mas tem que nutrir a vida humana em vez de extorqui-la.
Time does not go beyond its maiden name.
And anyway, right now, everything tastes good.
All the male poets’ poems, and dirty, dirty chocolate layer cake.
I swallow it with a glass of milk.
The crumb crawls down my throat
and enters me. The power of Christ compels,
not I—but the wish to be changed—
everything is challenged
by the sudden flame of joy—
how uncomfortable we are with happiness.
- Bianca Stone
I want to be surrounded by splendor, but beauty is capitalism.
This is to say purchase power is how I was taught to love things
& now I am exiled in a country where living is only spectacle & roses,
never bread. How do I feed a village when my only skill is personal
acquisition, not distribution?
- Yesenia Montilla
A Swarm of Gnats
Many thousand glittering motes
Crowd forward greedily together
In trembling circles.
Extravagantly carousing away
For a whole hour rapidly vanishing,
They rave, delirious, a shrill whir,
Shivering with joy against death.
Whole kingdoms, sunk into ruin,
Whose thrones, heavy with gold, instantly scattered
Into night and legend, without leaving a trace,
Have never known of so fierce a dancing.
Hermann Hesse
Many thousand glittering motes
Crowd forward greedily together
In trembling circles.
Extravagantly carousing away
For a whole hour rapidly vanishing,
They rave, delirious, a shrill whir,
Shivering with joy against death.
Whole kingdoms, sunk into ruin,
Whose thrones, heavy with gold, instantly scattered
Into night and legend, without leaving a trace,
Have never known of so fierce a dancing.
I will never have justice. But what crumbs of it may be snatched, I will devour.
- Rhaenyra, House of the Dragon, S03E03
My hunch is that most of what we call depression is a loss of coherence.
- Martin Picard, The Diary of a CEO (July 2, 2026)
STEVEN
Again, we're theorizing here. If I don't have purpose in my life, it's gonna change the mitochondria. And if my mitochondria become more inefficient, then what? What will I notice as the next symptom?
MARTIN
Probably fatigue is the next thing that starts to pop up. You feel drained. You don't feel like you have enough energy...
STEVEN
Burnout?
MARTIN
[It] probably feels like burnout, and you start to lose enthusiasm for the future. You become more pessimistic. There's a kind of constellation of things we call depression or burnout—we put labels on these things, but really every person starts to experience life as less enjoyable, less purposeful, less meaningful, regardless of the diagnostic title we put on.
The Diary of a CEO (July 2, 2026)
6.522
There is indeed the inexpressible. This shows itself; it is the mystical.
7
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.
- Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
litografia
claudia roquette-pinto
mas se eu uso uma palavra nova
como tivesse uma pedra na língua
áspera troca tranca trinca
maxilares dormentes
cada síbaba faz-se displicente
o acaso de estar intrometida
entre outros rumores ainda
mais dizeres
pronuncia-se esta pepita
com lábios de desagravo
enquanto em segredo relevos
de quartzo
chacoalham num alvoroço
de dentes e ditos e datas
custa o tempo de um tropeço
lapidar uma palavra
Foolishness? No, It’s Not
Mary Oliver
Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. So I suppose, from their point of view, it’s reasonable that my friends say: what foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds again.
But it’s not. Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it—the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise
We now find ourselves in a world where we understand how everything works
but we know the meaning of nothing.
- John Lennox quotes Iain McGilchrist, The Diary of a CEO (June 4, 2026)
my mind empty
like the Buddhists tell you is possible
if only you don’t try.
If only I could
turn myself into a bird
like the shaman I was meant to be,
but I can’t,
I’m earthbound
and solitude is my companion,
the only one you can count on.
Don’t, don’t try to tell me otherwise.
I’ve had it all and lost it
- Ai
Remember Dorothy and the Yellow Brick Road?
There’s no pot of gold at the end,
but we keep walking that road
- Ai
I've discovered over the decades that humans are incredibly short-term oriented. And that they have an enormous predisposition to optimism. They're looking for optimistic news in everything. They're looking to avoid unpleasantness.
- Jeremy Grantham, The Diary of a CEO (June 30, 2026)
depois de arendt
caminhamos porque cada ação pode inaugurar algo novo
depois de bloch
caminhamos porque o mundo ainda não está concluído e contém possibilidades latentes
depois de fisher
caminhamos mesmo quando nossa capacidade de imaginar
um futuro diferente foi profundamente reduzida
depois de berlant
caminhamos porque somos afetivamente presos a promessas que podem
nunca se cumprir — ou até nos prejudicar
- AR
In the fields, the silos open their mouths
and let the grain dribble down their sides,
for they are overflowing.
- Ai
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)














