segunda-feira, 30 de agosto de 2010

rt noctambulismo saboroso

quarta-feira, 18 de agosto de 2010

ex animo dicere CXIX

Revirando o fundo do rio que a rede diz cobrir a respeito de Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Blaise Bailey Finnegan III (BBF3) topei com FlysOnEaglesWings, dentre outros peixes menos interessantes (pascalalainbergeron, killerdynam0, Dweller4May).
Qual é a do/a sujeito/a, sou incapaz de saber. Fato é que encontrei o mesmo comentário dele (e dos seus) em um, dois, três sítios distintos. Obviamente o de FlysOnEaglesWings era o mais intrigante, fazendo com que pensasse se tratar de algum trecho da música passado despercebidamente por mim. Assim, procurando por "I let people run all over me; I love to let them run all me", cheguei aos três cardumes acima.
Agora, para completar o experimento, espero fisgá-lo e pescar seu comentário com esse post. Just because, hmk?

Como plus, um cover de:

Alors, allons-y, paysan, à lá rivière!

segunda-feira, 16 de agosto de 2010

rt flip-flop: em paraty livro dá em árvore + bônus do barco

ex animo dicere CXVIII





Uma continuação de setembro passado. Inferior, porém, ainda válido.
Alors, faire toujours les mêmes griffonnages!



* imagens: le cabaret des pirates.

quod erat demonstrandum XXII, XXIII, XXIV, XXV

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e se repete, e se repete, e se repete...

quarta-feira, 11 de agosto de 2010

rt revista mosaico


domingo, 8 de agosto de 2010

segunda-feira, 2 de agosto de 2010

rt noctambulismo culposo

segunda-feira, 19 de julho de 2010

rt muay thai


quarta-feira, 7 de julho de 2010

ex animo dicere CXVII

Recorte das cartas de dois estudantes da Polytechnique, antes e depois do massacre.


Lado M.
"Forgive the mistakes. I had 15 minutes to write this. Would you note that if I commit suicide today it is not for economic reasons, for I have waited until I exhausted all my financial means, even refusing jobs, but for political reasons. Because I have decided to send the feminists, who have always ruined my life, to their maker. For 7 years life has brought me no joy, and being totally blase, I have decided to put an end to those viragos. I tried in my youth to enter the forces as an officer cadet, which would have allowed me possibly to get into the arsenal and precede Lortie in a raid. They refused me because... antisocial. I therefore had to wait until this day to execute my plans. In the meantime, I continued my studies in a haphazard way for they never really interested me, knowing in advance my fate. Which did not prevent me from obtaining very good marks despite my policy of not handing in work and the lack of studying before exams. Even though the media will label me a "mad killer", I consider myself a rational individual who has been pushed to take extreme measures only by the arrival of the grim reaper. For why persevere to exist just to please the government? Being a backwards-looking thinker by nature, except for when it comes to science, I have always been enraged by feminists. They cling to women's benefits, like cheap insurance, maternity leave, preventative leave, while seizing for themselves those of men. Thus it is an obvious truth that if the olympic games removed the men-women distinction, there would be women only in the graceful events. So the feminists are not fighting to remove that barrier. They are so opportunistic that they never fail to profit from the knowledge accumulated by men through the ages. They always try to misrepresent them every time they can. Thus, the other day, I heard they were honouring the Canadian men and women who fought at the frontlines during the world wars. How can that be when women were not authorized to go to the frontlines? Will we hear of Caesar's female legions and female galley slaves who of course took up 50% of the ranks of history, though they never existed? Real Casus Belli. Sorry for this too brief letter."


Lado F.
"As I write this letter, I know it will never be read. We don't know each other but we are closely connected. I'm writing you because today, for the second time in my life, I am afraid. The first time was when I faced your son. Your son opened my eyes to how much hatred can be in this world. And it scarred me for life. He's dead, I'm alive. He's free, I'm not. Everyone tells me how strong I am. I've had enough of being strong. Sometimes I want to shout from the roof tops how I've been hurt and not just physically. I want to curl up in a ball and hide. Everyday I think of Stephanie who died in my arms. I think of all my friends who died and were hurt that day. I think of all women of all ages who were hurt in their soul. All this thinking, it weighs on me and I'm tired of carrying that weight. Love has brought me a gift: A child grows inside me. I want with all my heart for this child to be happy, but I'm afraid. And I'm tired of being afraid. I have to learn to have faith again, and give life another chance... so I can stand on my own. And I will stand on my own. If I have a boy, I'll teach him how to love. If I have a girl, I'll tell her the world is hers."

Post-scriptum: Armas são para aqueles que querem ter razão. As palavras, não.

* imagens: divulgação.


Alors, c'est intense!