Sunday, September 14, 2014

nova série em processo

este é o primeiro poema de uma série de experimentações psicotecnopoéticas, ainda na forja, muito rudimentares seguramente - toscas, mesmo-  agrupadas sob a etiqueta:


On the Poetics and Politics of Being Left

alone





poema 1 - "biografia"




estava só 



na minha cabeça









Tuesday, August 12, 2014

“you got to go home to the family”


só um açafate e uma goteira
para o inventário dos arcanjos
de louça
em corredores com duas camadas de filhos
enjeitados

e um gato gordo
ao fundo

a olhar


Friday, March 28, 2014

Evidence-based approach

the glass
shatters.

the glass
shatters
in one's hand

the glass
bleeds.


Tuesday, March 04, 2014

"What is like to be a poet?"

in "the sessions" (2012)
http://www.theguardian.com/film/2013/jan/20/the-sessions-helen-hunt-review

official trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fy2y7UIpgP4

and "love poem to no one in particular"
by Mark O’Brien

Let me touch you with my words
For my hands lie limp as empty gloves
Let my words stroke your hair
Slide down your back
And tickle your belly
For my hands, light and free flying as bricks
Ignore my wishes
And stubbornly refuse to carry out my quietest desires
Let my words enter your mind
Bearing torches
Admit them willingly into your being
So they may caress you gently
Within

Thursday, January 09, 2014

Fojo

tenho medo de ficar
louca
ouca
ou


oca

. tenho me do de me