quarta-feira, 9 de julho de 2008

High hopes and expectations for the upcoming months


I have been waiting eagerly for a decent staging of Hamlet and it seems that the time for it has come at last.

Moura had always looked to me like a younger version of Cassiano Gabus Mendes until I saw him act in the (bootlegged, of course) copy of Elite Squad. His massive presence and intensity makes a square-looking character as Capt. Nascimento a real person, who we can all identify ourselves with. There is nothing like the real thing, and when we put together a real play (Hamlet), actually the real play - there is nothing as edgy beyond its borders - and a real actor, someone who could play the most remarkable tree ever, then we have something to cherish and savour for the rest of our lives.

You may find Paulo Henrique Amorim's review on the play at http://www.paulohenriqueamorim.com.br/forum/Post.aspx?id=320.


You might have Batman I and II as your favourites, but I will have to disregard any attempt to picture Batman at his rawest, most essential prior to Batman Begins. Director Chris Nolan was really smart in thinking the name up - Batman REALLY begins at that film. No Michael Keaton, Clooney or Val Kilmer could actually live up to our expectations of what a haunted hero like Batman should be like. Nolan excels at bringing all the subtleties of his psyche ... the mind of a man who has given in to an obsession, and by repeatedly avenging their parents, rises to cleanse a world which is too hopelessly dark and lost and corrupted.
Sorry, Jack. But I can't wait to see how Heath Ledger has outperformed you, not much as a result of his talent, but actually as the late actor had such a better material to deal with. Ledger's Joker really sounds as a clear threat to Batman's power and his turf. We also have outstanding Michael Caine back as Alfred, and I tell you, that's the kind of butler I would like to have by my side, someone bright enough to show me other paths to be taken, but never blunt, always charmingly wise.
More to come in the following posts.

segunda-feira, 30 de junho de 2008

Recent Poems - II

How to ...

You know, how can I er, you know what

I mean, there's these bits these

What's - their - name shards I'm

kind of like,

Putting it (them?) together -
Subject verbs objects. Objects subject
verb. Verb objects subjects,

the world eyes on I, as I
eye on the world, ever objectively
subjective, ever subjectively objective.

How to translate this torrent

of er, I'ded thirst?

This meaningful ellipse of wordlessness?

This silent boom where it all begins

and finds its end?

Recent Poems in English - I

Through the daze and the trance
We trudged upon the moss and mould
of misshaped thoughts and intentions.

Will you not transcend
This scent of sullen paralysis
This cuff and this collar
tightening round necks and
wrists and deathly starved lips?

My rings and chains easily come off

My strained burdened arms
still manage to open wide
despite the numbness.

Tribute to Hugh Laurie

Enjoy this clip where Hugh Laurie sings a wholehearted love song to his muse, Steffie

There is more to Hugh than just his House.

Back to the desk

There are some things that will eat you up inside if you do not let them out. This is how I feel about writing in general.

I have been taking, inhaling, absorbing the air about me for too long, I am afraid. And it certainly is high time I should detox myself by leaving these words on the screen.

Definitely tired of the nihilistic paths to be taken by those who feel much. I have cried, laughed, brooded and sulked. I have bled but its traces are not to be found by those who keep searching and probing me on the outside. Savoured wine... the blessing kept millenially to help us usher in the dance of Dionisius, the bacchan urge to soar above the obvious vulgar usual words that fill up the weary mind, poor mind traveller. Oceans of drooling, seas of dull, please do not let me drown. Once I step out there is no turning back and I hope that by falling I will rise again.

blessed old apollo bring me light grand charioteer.

as the dawn approaches i will be made new to shine throughout the starving night again and it will flow freely foams shower me to my core. shake me back to life dizzyingly storm to explode and expand me to the shape I need to the frame I cherish mold, mold.