Saturday, May 31, 2008

the poem


Haroldo de Campos (Trans. gringocarioca)

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Haroldo de Campos (Trans. gringocarioca)


Haroldo de Campos (Trans. gringocarioca)

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

nowhere left to go but home

there is nowhere left to go but home
there is nowhere left to go
there is nowhere left

there is nowhere left to go but home
there is nowhere left but home
there is nowhere but home

there is nowhere left to go but home
but there is nowhere to go
there is no home left

Copyright © 2008 Marco Alexandre de Oliveira

Monday, May 19, 2008


Do what I say, not what I do.

Do what I do, not what I say.

Say what I do, not what I say.

Say what I say, not what I do.

What do I do? What do I say?

Say what I say! Do what I do!

Copyright © 2008 Marco Alexandre de Oliveira

Sunday, May 18, 2008

organic poetry ...

“Our languages are on the road to formal simplification, abbreviated, restricted forms of language are emerging .… Does this restricted and simplified use of language and writing mean the end of poetry? Certainly not. Restriction in the best sense – concentration and simplification – is the very essence of poetry. From this we ought perhaps to conclude that the language of today must have certain things in common with poetry, and that they should sustain each other both in form and substance. In the course of daily life this relationship often passes unnoticed. Headlines, slogans, groups of sounds and letters give rise to forms which could be models for a new poetry just waiting to be taken up for meaningful use. The aim of the new poetry is to give poetry an organic function in society again, and in doing so to restate the position of poet in society.”

(Eugen Gomringer, “From Line to Constellation.” Trans. Mike Weaver)

alcohol and constellations ...

“Everyone has his own alcohol. I have alcohol enough in existing. Drunk from feeling myself, I wander and walk to the right place. If it’s time, I go to the office like anyone else. If it isn’t time, I walk to the river, stare at the river like anyone else. I’m the same. And behind this, my sky, I secretly turn into a constellation, and I have my infinity.” (p.40)

(Bernardo Soares / Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. Trans. Alfred Mac Adam)

Saturday, May 03, 2008

stop ...

stop doing this stop doing that stop working so hard stop worrying so much stop thinking about things stop wishing things were different stop hoping for a break stop believing what you hear stop the nonsense stop it stop it now you’d better stop or else stop smoking stop biting your nails stop staying up so late stop staring at the computer screen stop typing stop searching stop looking for who knows what stop scanning the headlines stop surfing the net stop wasting time stop procrastinating stop stalling stop dillydallying stop lollygagging stop fidgeting stop your whining stop crying over spilt milk stop arguing stop complaining about this that and the other stop comparing yourself to others stop being so critical stop being so mean stop being so naïve stop being silly stop being indifferent stop fighting the system stop trying to change the world stop meddling in other people’s affairs stop messing around stop fucking up stop jerking off stop getting distracted stop losing track stop feeling down on yourself stop fooling yourself stop running away stop hiding stop making excuses stop saying the same thing over and over again stop repeating yourself stop asking questions stop changing the subject stop everything stop … and start over

Copyright © 2008 Marco Alexandre de Oliveira