quinta-feira, setembro 09, 2010

«A fine day for seeing»

Jackson Pollock,Number One, 1948

Digression On Number 1,1948

I am ill today but I am not
too ill. I am not ill at all.
It is a perfect day, warm
for winter, cold for fall.

A fine day for seeing. I see
ceramics, during lunch hour, by
Mir6, and I see the sea by Leger;
light, complicated Metzingers
and a rude awakening by Brauner,
a little table by Picasso, pink.

I am tired today but I am not
too tired. I am not tired at all.
There is the Pollock, white, harm
will not fall, his perfect hand

and the many short voyages. They'll
never fence the silver range.
Stars are out and there is sea
enough beneath the glistening earth
to bear me toward the future
which is not so dark. I see.

Frank O'Hara

*Hoje no Facebook alguém me mostrou um excerto de um episódio de Mad Men, em que Don Draper lê um poema de Frank O'Hara. Deste poeta lembrava-me deste Digression...., a partir do quadro que acima se vê. Uma coisa levou à outra. Oh Facebook, maldito sejas, quem quer «amigos» que não são reais blablablabla....Bullshit.

quarta-feira, setembro 08, 2010

Come Undone

So rock 'n' roll, so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well-trained, so animal
So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to
If I stop lying, I'll just disappoint you

Há um grande letrista menosprezado no mundo pop: Robbie Williams. Em breve explicarei tudo, num blogue perto de si.E não vai ser aqui.

Thomas Gainsborough, View of Dedham