(not so) Happy Michaelmas!

Not every man has gentians in his house in soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark darkening the daytime, torch-like, with the smoking blueness of Pluto’s gloom, ribbed and torch-like, with their blaze of darkness spread blue down flattening into points, flattened under the sweep of white day torch-flowerContinuar lendo “(not so) Happy Michaelmas!”

I feel naked without a moustache.

Major Patrick Leigh Fermor versão Bogarde-Lord Byron ‘Kissing a man without a moustache was like eating an egg without salt.’ The seductive and priapic major’s moustaches had been long, curly and waxed. Point Counter Point – Aldous Huxley, 1928 The seductive and priapic major’s moustaches had been long, curly and waxed. foi a frase maisContinuar lendo “I feel naked without a moustache.”

Feliz Paixão – Versão Urbain Grandier

We, the influential Lucifer, the young Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Elimi, and Astaroth, together with others, have today accepted the covenant pact of Urbain Grandier, who is ours. And him do we promise the love of women, the flower of virgins, the respect of monarchs, honors, lusts and powers. He will go whoring three days long,Continuar lendo “Feliz Paixão – Versão Urbain Grandier”

Top Ten Authors I Would DIE to meet .

*Momento Proust – Segunda Fase*:  Nenhum. Eu só quero ficar na minha cama, bebendo chá e ouvindo um quarteto de cordas. Agora, sério: 1- Marcel Proust, pra ficar na cama com ele, bebendo chá e ouvindo um quarteto de cordas enquanto definhamos lentamente 2- Lord Byron, pra ficar na cama com ele, bebendo vinho eContinuar lendo “Top Ten Authors I Would DIE to meet .”

Hoje é o famoso 26 de julho…

Adoro esta data porque é o exato-exato oposto da minha data de nascimento e todo mundo sabe que os opostos se atraem. E o que a gente faz com o resto do povo? Bernard Shaw, George Grosz, Blake Edwards, Jason Robards, Helen Mirren, Mick Jagger, Gracie Allen, Kevin Spacey, Susan George, André Maurois, Kate Beckinsale,Continuar lendo “Hoje é o famoso 26 de julho…”

Gross – Richthofen – Lawrence

Lawrence’s encounter with Frieda Weekley in March 1912 profoundly affected the composition of the final version of Sons and Lovers later in that year. Through Frieda, he would break from his past at every possible level: personally in his sexual relationship with her; geographically with their departure from England to Germany, then Italy; culturally throughContinuar lendo “Gross – Richthofen – Lawrence”

This is chameleon country!

*Rango (Gore Verbinski, 2011) No chameleon can live with comfort on a tartan. – Antic Hay Fato: Mr Huxley se dava muito bem com os camaleões da sua casa no deserto de Mojave. Nota: Teve uma época em sua vida que o Thompson usava o pseudônimo Aldous Miller-Mencken, em homenagem à sua santíssima trindade deContinuar lendo “This is chameleon country!”


1 2 4 3 6 5 7 8 Bradbury, The Lyricist Intuitive-ethical introvert (irrational) INFp © Text: I.Weisband, Working Materials, 1986. © Translated by Dmitri Lytov, edited by Lev Kamensky, 2002. Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.—Charles Baudelaire. RayContinuar lendo “Mimimi”

Grandes Tumblrs da humanidade: Huxley & Orwell = Huxwell

No microondas em cima da geladeira do século 21. No Kittens in the Fridge Nota: Tá certo, o Tumblr vale a pena por tal foto épica – algo que gostaria de ter visto em alguma adaptação de Phillip K. Dick. Ou pelo fato do Orwell em questão se parecer com meu pequeno Leprechaun. Related ArticlesContinuar lendo “Grandes Tumblrs da humanidade: Huxley & Orwell = Huxwell”

Suite in B Minor for Flute and Strings

Meanwhile the music played on–Bach’s Suite in B minor, for flute and strings. Young Tolley conducted with his usual inimitable grace, bending in swan-like undulations from the loins, and tracing luscious arabesques on the air with his waving arms, as though he were dancing to the music. A dozen anonymous fiddlers and ‘cellists scraped atContinuar lendo “Suite in B Minor for Flute and Strings”

Fourth Brandenburg Concerto

“Johann Sebastian Bach,” he heard her saying. “The music that’s closest to silence, closest, in spite of its being so highly organized, to pure, hundred percent proof Spirit.” The whirring gave place to musical sounds. Another bubble of recognition came shooting up; he was listening to the Fourth Brandenburg Concerto. It was the same, ofContinuar lendo “Fourth Brandenburg Concerto”

24 Frames: Ringmaster

… e eu? Quem sou eu nessa história? O carrossel? O autor? O apresentador? Um transeunte? Eu sou você. De fato, qualquer um como você. Eu sou a personificação do seu desejo, em desejar saber tudo. As pessoas sempre sabem apenas um lado da realidade e por quê? Porque conseguem enxergar apenas um lado dasContinuar lendo “24 Frames: Ringmaster”

The Crows of Pearblossom – Aldous Huxley

Pais que zelam pelo futuro dos filhos deveriam servir Huxley na mamadeira. I cannot fly – I have no wings; I cannot run – I have no legs; But I can creep where the black bird sings And eat her speckled eggs, ha, ha, And eat her speckled eggs. Eu não posso voar – nãoContinuar lendo “The Crows of Pearblossom – Aldous Huxley”

Huxley, Lawrence, Jung, Gross

Aldous Huxley’s evolution as a novelist may be described as the succession of three distinct phases. First, one finds the group of the early novels. They are bright and amusing, but also sharply satirical at times, and they express that growing dissatisfaction with our civilized world which comes to a climax at the end ofContinuar lendo “Huxley, Lawrence, Jung, Gross”

Admirável Mundo Novo por Emily Carroll

“Embryos are like photograph film,” said Mr Foster waggishly, as he pushed open the second door. “They can only stand red light.” And in effect the sultry darkness into which the students now followed him was visible and crimson, like the darkness of closed eyes on a summer’s afternoon. The bulging flanks of row on receding row and tier above tier of bottles glinted with innumerable rubies, and among the rubies moved the dim spectres of men and women with purple eyes and all the symptoms of lupus. The hum and rattle of machinery faintly stirred the air.

Isherwood & Huxley

Interviewer: Did you first meet Aldous Huxley out here? Isherwood: Yes, I met him when I first came out here, in 1939. I had never known him in England. Interviewer: Would you talk a little about your association with Huxley. Isherwood: Huxley was a person who was at once seemingly remote and yet extremely loveableContinuar lendo “Isherwood & Huxley”

24 Frames: Direito de Amar (A Single Man, Tom Ford, 2009)

“AFTER many a summer dies the swan.’ ” George rolls the words off his tongue with such hammy harmonics, such shameless relish, that this sounds like a parody of W. B. Yeats reciting. (He comes down on “dies” with a great thump to compensate for the “And” which Aldous Huxley has chopped off from theContinuar lendo “24 Frames: Direito de Amar (A Single Man, Tom Ford, 2009)”

24 Frames: Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (Kenneth Anger, 1954)

Kenneth Anger’s early psychedelic film Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (first version 1954) is overtly ‘about’ delirium. Intoxicant multiplicity is deliberately used to engineer psychic receptivity. The entire film is one densely layered hallucination.I focus on a climactic sequence near the end, ‘Lord Shiva’s Dream’, when overloaded superimpositions tax cognitive grasp and descriptive language.

O de sempre…

“At this very moment,” he went on, “the most frightful horrors are taking place in every corner of the world. People are being crushed, slashed, disembowelled, mangled; their dead bodies rot and their eyes decay with the rest. Screams of pain and fear go pulsing through the air at the rate of eleven hundred feetContinuar lendo “O de sempre…”