Nihon

não me queixo mas é que não
estou aqui estou no japão
e enquanto lá estiver
façam favor de vir ver
se coloco aqui um póste
algo de jeito ou alguma bóste
se puser é bom sinal
se não puser não faz mal
vou partir e vou na brasa
façam de conta qu'estão em vossa casa
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guess i should have got a fan

i shall soon be in japan

while i go and get back here

do make sure you will draw near

check if there is any news

of pickpockets or a cruise

if i can i will drop by

share a laugh or share a sigh

all the world is mine to roam

so just make yourselves at home

Questions in the shade

the joint-venture of profecy and interpretation, dogma has it that questions reside in the shade.

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"thus spake herlindo the holy guru of antioch: 'lo (ok?) and behold, see you not the shadow of the question-mark and the fashion in which it covers the sun?'."

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centuries down the line, ed velhinho the zenith of hermeneutics announced 'eureka, questions are in the shade'. at present, junior and less inspired scholars, eager of fame and fortune, quarrel in two camps of further interpretation. 'questions melt', say some. 'questions have sensitive skin, possibly freckles', contend the others.

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'questions are in the shade'. and yet, one look through the window will reveal the city lamps all ablaze in broad daylight. and the first warm light of the month too. in the fleeting shade of a passing cloud, irreverent spirits demand justification. '1984 is past and long gone, is it the intention of the authorities to dissipate shade? to dissipate questions? to dissipate opposition? what is in sto' (interruption as sunlight returns, but presently a new cloud appears) 're for us the people? what dark business is at hand? how much does a litre of extra virgin olive oil go for these days? who is responsible for this outrageous waste of energy, and what about the ozone layer? how do i look? is this real silk or are'

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and instantly summer arrives solid (if brief), no clouds in sight and the lamps all shining, and like a herd the populace moves to the seashore, unquestioning of the blackness of the sand, the propriety of topless, the concrete on the dunes, the price of icecream, the ridicule of many a bikini blockprinted with orange flowers and bright green hummingbirds on an acid yellow background.

Dogma

know thyself om nama shivaya

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tommy is a dog she must be male

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your eyelids are heavy you're feeling tired you're feeling sleepy you're you're snap

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blondes prefer men

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belong

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violets are violet oranges are orange greens are green icecubes can be blue

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i was sleeping just before i woke up

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!enif eb ll'uoy dna eit a no tup

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it was not the doctor's fault

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you're almost perfect we're almost perfect look around you it's almost perfect

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it pays to unbelong

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they're next to nothing (nothing's breath stinks)

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care we

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hay is to be what bee is to see and she is to me

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i hope you didn't hope you'd see the light shivaya om nama

Não perguntes

que eu não

digo

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Urbi et Orbi

és tão linda assim de

serta de

gente.

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you are so fair thus empti

ed of

people

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(yes i took this photo myself)

ALF

i always thought i had it in me it turns out i don't really. but some people do some people write and then deserve to be read and some of those have been to amsterdam. those of those who have been to amsterdam have probably been shot by me. with a photo-producing soul-capturing click-going contraption that is. may 15th to 20th the amsterdam literary festival descended upon the city like a winged thing a thing of beauty a thing like a... a thing a... oh i told you i don't have it.

generous spirits known to gentiles as organisers took me in as the festival's official photographer special badge hanging from my neck and all oh i feel so grown up now my first ever assignment little me is a big man now and so on. and so the festival began to swirl around me so fast that capturing it on camera required high iso brief shutter speed as high an aperture as possible and some postprocessing. but inspecting the net and having thrown away all the tin cans and algae there stood in full glory john hegley and his ukulele

and stella duffy's hypnotic breaststrokes

and atlas launched through space by amal and sudeep

and extravagant insanity befitting the city

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and dark and damp and disco catacombes

and so much so much so much more.

and then it came to pass that the glory of the temple was invaded by poetry and prose and lo and behold a curtain the hue of tar descended from heaven to hide the inscrutable ways of the festival from those not willing to pay a ticket.

halt. i have clicked much more than i have shown in this oh so very uncannily horizontal collection - attention span oblige - and i have seen much more than i have clicked and i remember much more than i have seen.

do drop by next year for dessert.

É demais

édemaispáagorajáchega ouvenãojácheganãopodenãopossomais estoucansadopá
chega não nãopáchega bolasagorajáédemais

Foi bonita a festa pá

30.4.07, koninginnedag, eng. queen's day.
mode of usage:

- dazzle

- parade
- display
- bargain
- amass
- litter
- flee

Afresh

as you read these
li
n
es i a
m moving to my ne
w home. if you spot me riding a 'vet
cool bakfiets' through th
e streets of west amst
erdam
do stop and say h
i
.

wa/ondering if a new house will renew the colours i feed on.

Clique

promise you will not
say anything un
til you have list
ened to the song fu

lly
loud

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but for one language in australia, clicks are
a specialty of africa
the ultimate click fest is !Xóõ
with eighty-three different ones
but the language you hear/re is Xhosa.
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isn't ours a wonderful species?

Válvula

ou,
um post onde se possa coment
ar, celebrar ou lamen
tar a discussão que se desen
rola no anterior
"De tarde".
sintam-se em casa, estejam à vontade

para dizer o

que vos aprouver.
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to all unlusophone readers:

bear with us for a wh

ile longer

something other-worldy is taking place in this bl

og right now

. please check back later for

post-folly words

of wisdom.

De tarde

"naquele pique-nique de burguesas,
houve uma coisa simplesmente bela,
e que, sem ter história nem grandezas,
em todo o caso dava uma aguarela.
.
foi quando tu, descendo do burrico,
foste colher, sem imposturas tolas,
a um granzoal azul de grão-de-bico
um ramalhete rubro de papoulas.
.
pouco depois, em cima duns penhascos,
nós acampámos, inda o sol se via;
e houve talhadas de melão, damascos,
e pão-de-ló molhado em malvasia.
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mas, todo púrpuro a sair da renda
dos teus dois seios como duas rolas,
era o supremo encanto da merenda
o ramalhete rubro das papoulas!"
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cesário verde

Faço

years old
today

Home

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vou ali

e

já volto

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any requests may be addressed to heaven

i shall endeavour to reply in between

harp sessions