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segunda-feira, novembro 12, 2007

cigarrinho... café...

... uma série de referências a cigarrinhos, no final do dia... café e um cigarro... pequenos prazeres... há dias, de pulmões mais limpos, em que o primeiro da manhã invade, com uma ligeira (ou menos ligeira) dormência e calma... o acordar com o primeiro café... as primeiras ideias... pena não ficar por aí (hábito manhoso, a largar)....

... daí a chegar a casa com vontade de tocar (finalmente...)... o dia passou... aconchego... apeteceu-me fazer qq coisa a soar a café e cigarros... ou a pequenos prazeres em geral, dos mais simples...

...acabou por soar a Telectu... por mero acaso... acaba por depender mais da forma como se conjugam ou pedais que por influência... ultimamente sai, apenas... não me apetece pensar na coisa...

... não tem nada a ver com cigarros... acaba por ser um pequeno prazer...

... simples, automático.... como a escrita, que hoje não sai... e o pedra no charco, longe daqui... saudades pá...

...um loop, mais ou menos...

11 comentários:

Ana disse...: ...sabão azul e branco...

bom som do cigarrinho a seguir ao café :); 12:04 da tarde
Anónimo disse...: ... és tão deprimente, estupidamente triste...; 12:49 da manhã
Anónimo disse...: Entao men....nao me puxes ao sentimento que esta coisa das distancias (saudade) vai para os dois lados...... Fazia tanto tempo que nao via sabao azul; 8:38 da manhã
merdinhas disse...: cigarrinho...é para já.; 10:10 da manhã
purita disse...: é...mais ou menos...; 9:03 da tarde
Jazz Manel disse...: Pedra no charco volta estás perdoado!!!; 11:14 da manhã
Anónimo disse...: Achava que sempre tinha estado perdoado :-)

Abraços....; 1:50 da tarde
Anónimo disse...: Achava que sempre tinha estado perdoado :-)

Abraços....; 1:50 da tarde
M.M. disse...: Sabão azul e branco. Sim, sim...

O cigarrito é que dispenso. Desde que o último maço me ofereceu a maldita asma que cigarros só ao longe...; 7:53 da tarde
M.M. disse...: Este comentário foi removido pelo autor.; 7:53 da tarde
M.M. disse...: Este comentário foi removido pelo autor.; 7:53 da tarde

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spontaneous prose - kerouac

SET-UP The object is set before the mind, either in reality. as in sketching (before a landscape or teacup or old face) or is set in the memory wherein it becomes the sketching from memory of a definite image-object.

PROCEDURE Time being of the essence in the purity of speech, sketching language is undisturbed flow from the mind of personal secret idea-words, blowing (as per jazz musician) on subject of image.

METHOD No periods separating sentence-structures already arbitrarily riddled by false colons and timid usually needless commas-but the vigorous space dash separating rhetorical breathing (as jazz musician drawing breath between outblown phrases)--"measured pauses which are the essentials of our speech"--"divisions of the sounds we hear"-"time and how to note it down." (William Carlos Williams)

SCOPING Not "selectivity' Iof expression but following free deviation (association) of mind into limitless blow-on-subject seas of thought, swimming in sea of English with no discipline other than rhythms of rhetorical exhalation and expostulated statement, like a fist coming down on a table with each complete utterance, bang! (the space dash)-Blow as deep as you want-write as deeply, fish as far down as you want, satisfy yourself first, then reader cannot fail to receive telepathic shock and meaning-excitement by same laws operating in his own human mind.

LAG IN PROCEDURE No pause to think of proper word but the infantile pileup of scatological buildup words till satisfaction is gained, which will turn out to be a great appending rhythm to a thought and be in accordance with Great Law of timing.

TIMING Nothing is muddy that runs in time and to laws of time-Shakespearian stress of dramatic need to speak now in own unalterable way or forever hold tongue-no revisions (except obvious rational mistakes, such as names or calculated insertions in act of not writing but inserting).

CENTER OF INTEREST Begin not from preconceived idea of what to say about image but from jewel center of interest in subject of image at moment of writing, and write outwards swimming in sea of language to peripheral release and exhaustion-Do not afterthink except for poetic or P. S. reasons. Never afterthink to "improve" or defray impressions, as, the best writing is always the most painful personal wrung-out tossed from cradle warm protective mind-tap from yourself the song of yourself, blow!-now!-your way is your only way-"good"-or "bad"-always honest ("ludi- crous"), spontaneous, "confessionals' interesting, because not "crafted." Craft is craft.

STRUCTURE OF WORK Modern bizarre structures (science fiction, etc.) arise from language being dead, "different" themes give illusion of "new" life. Follow roughly outlines in outfanning movement over subject, as river rock, so mindflow over jewel-center need (run your mind over it, once) arriving at pivot, where what was dim-formed "beginning" becomes sharp-necessitating "ending" and language shortens in race to wire of time-race of work, following laws of Deep Form, to conclusion, last words, last trickle-Night is The End.

MENTAL STATE If possible write "without consciousness" in semi-trance (as Yeats' later "trance writing") allowing subconscious to admit in own uninhibited interesting necessary and so "modern" language what conscious art would censor, and write excitedly, swiftly, with writing-or-typing-cramps, in accordance (as from center to periphery) with laws of orgasm, Reich's "beclouding of consciousness." Come from within, out-to relaxed and said.

composição - kerouac

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy Submissive to everything, open, listening Try never get drunk outside your own house Be in love with your life Something that you feel will find its own form Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind Blow as deep as you want to blow Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind The unspeakable visions of the individual No time for poetry but exactly what is Visionary tics shivering in the chest In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition Like Proust be an old teahead of time Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye Write in recollection and amazement for yrself Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea Accept loss forever Believe in the holy contour of life Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better You're a Genius all the time Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

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segunda-feira, novembro 12, 2007

cigarrinho... café...

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composição - kerouac

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