Thursday, September 27, 2012

"boralá" ... CEP 20.000


os poetas crescrerem

centro de experimentação poética -
22 anos -
poesia / música / perforformance

farani cinco três
movimento cidades (in)visíveis
matilde campilho
joão velho
ana chagas
pedro lage
cláudio baltar
tavinho paes
diego lemos - voz e violão
ana beatriz ferreira batista
ismar tirelli neto
gringo carioca
léo gonçalves
renato negrão
paulo scott
josé henrique calazans

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Faulkner's formula ...

"Ninety-nine percent talent . . . ninety-nine percent discipline . . . ninety-nine percent work. He [the writer] must never be satisfied with what he does. It never is as good as it can be done. Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done."

-- William Faulkner, Interview in the Paris Review No. 12, 1956

Sunday, September 16, 2012

a volta do gringocarioca ...

"poor trait of an artist"
"casa de areia"
"o q passa?"

*apresentação durante a celebração dos 22 anos do CEP 20.000, gravado no 30 de agosto de 2012, Rio de Janeiro, RJ, Brasil

Wednesday, September 05, 2012


"It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his twoness ... two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one ... body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder."

-- W.E.B. DU BOIS, The Souls of Black Folk (1903)

Saturday, September 01, 2012

lonesome blues ...

     "Ain't got nobody in all this world,
       Ain't got nobody but ma self.
       I's gwine to quit ma frownin'
       And put ma troubles on the shelf."

(Langston Hughes, from "Weary Blues")