Tuesday, December 17, 2013

CEP 20.000 (19/12/2013)

20:30 - Fora de Área
20:40 - Luis Turiba
20:45 - Marco Alexandre de Oliveira
20:50 - Deborah Prates
20:55 - Pedro Miranda
21:00 - Adiron Marcos
21:05 - Miriade Produçoes jr.
21:10 - Plástico Bolha + monique nix
21:20 – Beatriz Provasi
21:30 - Dado Amaral
21:35 - Tereza Seiblitz
21:45 - Ramón Rivera
21:55 – Luana Costa
22:05 - Dudu Pererê + Alice Souto
22:15 - Demillus & Dulloren
(monjope, Carlos Antonio Mattos (tantão) e daniel castanheira).
22:35 – chacal + todo mundo
22:45 – fim.

23:00 – o cep segue na rua. na cidade. no mundo. no espaço.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

cotidianas brasileiras

o dia-a-dia
a alegria


o trabalho
é chato
pra caralho


a sua beleza
a minha pobreza


do balacobaco

esse oba-oba
virou um saco


tiro no pé:
passou por malandro,
e acabou mané!


sem fumo
a bebida ficou
sem rumo


a sua bola
quanto mais enche
menos rola


o trânsito
tem sinais
de pânico


o prefeito
está atrapalhando
para não ser perfeito


o trem
não vem

Copyright © 2013-2014 Marco Alexandre de Oliveira

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

somos o que somos

tanto quanto
o outro,
tão eu
quanto outro,
quanto mais eu que outro,
tanto menos outro que eu


o outro,
tanto quanto
tão outro
quanto eu,
quanto mais outro que eu,
tanto menos eu que outro

no entanto

tanto eu
quanto o outro,
enquanto eu,
enquanto outro,
tanto outro
quanto eu,
enquanto outro,
enquanto eu


tanto quanto
o outro,
tanto o outro,
quanto eu


*Publicado em mallarmargens: revista de poesia e arte contemporânea 
Vol. 2 No. 4 (August 2013)
ISSN 2316-3887


Sunday, November 24, 2013

a moment on the road ...

"And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn’t in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn’t remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it. I realized it was only because of the stability of the intrinsic Mind that these ripples of birth and death took place, like the action of wind on a sheet of pure, serene, mirror-like water."

(Jack Kerouac, On the Road)

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Gringo e Os Cariocas: "Vírgula"

Gringo = Marco Oliveira
Os Cariocas = Bráulio e Breno Coelho

Direção: Daniel Paes

Evento: CEP 20.000 
Local: Espaço Sérgio Porto
Data: 26/09/2013

Friday, November 01, 2013


geographies: Comet

Mark Young

Announcing issue #31 of Otoliths, containing a wide-ranging spectrum of work, this time from Katrinka Moore, Andrew Topel, Philip Byron Oakes, John Hand, Bjarte Alvestad, Louis Armand, Jac Nelson, rob mclennan, Bob Marcacci, Anna Ryan-Punch, Robert Lee Brewer, J. Crouse, Jack Galmitz, John M. Bennett, John M. Bennett & Thomas M. Cassidy, John M. Bennett & Matthew Stolte, John M. Bennett & Baron, John M. Bennett & Jim Leftwich, Gary Barwin, Anny Ballardini, Bogdan Puslenghea, Ed Baker, Willie Smith, Raymond Farr, gary lundy, Caitlin Annette Johnson, Francesco Aprile, Marilyn R. Rosenberg, Travis Cebula, sean burn, Ross B. Stager, John Pursch, Marco Alexandre de Oliveira, Tom Beckett, SS Prasad, Claramarie Burns, Stephen Nelson, Daniel Morris, Lakey Comess, Stephen C. Middleton, Owen Bullock, Marcia Arrieta, Márton Koppány, Robert Okaji, Roger Williams, Norman Abjorensen, Bobbi Lurie, Richard Barrett & Rachel Sills, Jeff Harrison, Mark Roberts, Susan Gangel, Jennie Cole, Eileen R. Tabios, Steven D. Stark, Mary Cresswell, Donna Fleischer, Marty Hiatt, Emily Stewart, Stu Hatton, Bob Heman, Thomas Fink, Thomas Fink & Maya Diablo Mason, Aditya Bahl, Cherie Hunter Day, Aaron Robertson, bruno neiva, Carla Bertola, Alberto Vitacchio, Chris D'Errico, Michael Brandonisio, J. D. Nelson, & Tony Beyer.

Monday, October 21, 2013

rat race

r-r-ring! and they're off ...
one after another and --
in a flash, they're gone.

Copyright © 2005 Marco Alexandre de Oliveira

Friday, September 06, 2013


o bicho pegue,
pegue o bicho
pelo rabo ...

Saturday, August 31, 2013

sc(r)am artist

an artist came by
with a work of lies,
and asked if I
would buy it

then reasoned why
I might comply,
since only I
could eye it

he finally sighed
as I replied,
if true then I
would try it

on somebody else,
on anybody else,
since nobody else
could deny it

 ! ? !

Copyright © 2005 Marco Alexandre de Oliveira

Tuesday, August 27, 2013




Wednesday, August 21, 2013


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Monday, August 05, 2013

Antonio Cicero: The Blind Poet

The Blind Poet

The poet has gone blind,
abandoned by his mind,
abandoned by his being,
being nothing, he is becoming.

Well before the sunrise,
in his verses he can see,
not whatever he may be,
but all he could ever realize.

Antonio Cicero / gringocarioca

O poeta cego

Eis o poeta cego.
Abandonou-o seu ego.
Abandonou-o seu ser.
Por nada ser ele verseja.

Bem antes do amanhecer
em seus versos talvez se veja
diverso de tudo o que seja
tudo que almeja ser.

Antonio Cicero

Thursday, May 16, 2013


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Thursday, April 04, 2013

de + ou -

o que é 
bom demais
é o que
tem de menos

Copyright © 2013 Marco Alexandre de Oliveira

Monday, March 04, 2013

Thursday, January 31, 2013

"I rebel—therefore we exist" ...

“What is a rebel? A man who says no, but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation. He is also a man who says yes, from the moment he makes his first gesture of rebellion.”
“Meanwhile, we can sum up the initial progress that the spirit of rebellion provokes in a mind that is originally imbued with the absurdity and apparent sterility of the world. In absurdist experience, suffering is individual. But from the moment when a movement of rebellion begins, suffering is seen as a collective experience. Therefore the first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe. The malady experienced by a single man becomes a mass plague. In our daily trials rebellion plays the same role as does the ‘cogito’ in the realm of thought: it is the first piece of evidence. But this evidence lures the individual from his solitude. It founds its first value on the whole human race. I rebel—therefore we exist.”

(Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt. Trans. Anthony Bower)

Sunday, January 27, 2013

destruction vs. subversion of art

"Art seems compromised, historically, socially. Whence the effort on the part of the artist himself to destroy it."


"Unfortunately, this destruction is always inadequate; either it occurs outside the art, but thereby becomes impertinent, or else it consents to remain within the practice of the art, but quickly exposes itself to recuperation (the avant-garde is that restive language which is going to be recuperated). The awkwardness of this alternative is the consequence of the fact that destruction of discourse is not a dialectic term but a semantic term: it docilely takes its place within the great semiological "versus" myth (white versus black); whence the destruction of art is doomed to only paradoxical formulae (those which proceed literally against the doxa): both sides of the paradigm are glued together in an ultimately complicitous fashion: there is a structural agreement between the contesting and the contested forms.

(By subtle subversion I mean, on the contrary, what is not directly concerned with destruction, evades the paradigm, and seeks some other term: a third term, which is not, however, a synthesizing term but an eccentric, extraordinary term....)"

-- Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text. Trans. Richard Miller

Monday, January 21, 2013

creature(s) of language ...

"As a creature of language, the writer is always caught up in the war of fictions (jargons), but he is never anything but a plaything in it, since the language that constitutes him (writing) is always outside-of-place (atopic); by the simple effect of polysemy (rudimentary stage of writing), the warrior commitment of a literary dialect is dubious from its origin. The writer is always on the blind spot of systems, adrift; he is the joker in the pack, a mana, a zero degree, the dummy in the bridge game: necessary to the meaning (the battle), but himself deprived of fixed meaning; his place, his (exchange) value, varies according to the movements of history, the tactical blows of the struggle: he is asked all and/or nothing. He himself is outside exchange, plunged into non-profit, the Zen mushotoku, desiring nothing but the perverse bliss of words (but bliss is never a taking: nothing separates it from satori, from losing)."

(Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text. Trans. Richard Miller)