22 anos do CEP 20.000

CEP 20.000
espaço cultural sérgio porto
rua humaitá, 163/fundos / tel: 2535 3846. festa de 22 anos.
quinta feira / dia 30 de agosto / 20:30 / 5,00.
 
"é chegado o viségimo segundo ano e o centro de experimentação poética canta. mundo desencanta e o cep vinte mil, irredutível, sonha. sonha com chinas e chicos se tirando para dançar ainabalável balada dos que acreditam. o cep faz vinte dois e ergue um brinde à loucura, à dose necessária de delírio diário para tirar a vida do sério e dançar. boralá!"

20:30: batalha do passinho: vídeo.
20:45: chacal.
20:50: farani cinco três.
21:10: ana schlimovich.
21:15: tiago malta.
21:20: madame kaos. beatriz provasi. marcela gianinni. juliana holanda.
21:30: arnaldo brandão. fausto fawcett. tavinho paes.
21:45: gringo carioca.
21:50: caio paiva.
21:55: ítala ísis.
22:00: marilene vieira.
22:05: tereza seiblitz e rosa douat
22:15: mariano marovato. augusto guimaraens. lucas viriato.
22:25: cristina flores.
22:30: estrondo. alice sant’anna. gregório duvivier. marília garcia. chacal.
22:40: marcelo montenegro. fábio brum.
22:50: luana vignon.
22:55: falapalavra.
23:05: botika. bubu. daniel
23:20: macumbaião. pedro rocha. bernardo palmeira.
23:30: fim.
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Damn it!

“There is nothing sacred about literature, it is damned from one end to the other. There is nothing in literature but change and change is mockery. I'll write whatever I damn please, whenever I damn please and as I damn please and it'll be good if the authentic spirit of change is on it.”

― William Carlos Williams, Prologue to Kora in Hell: Improvisations 

word(s) of the day ...

"If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word."

(T.S. Eliot, From "Ash-Wednesday")

the saying and the (un)said ...

"It may be that, like things which speak to themselves in their language of things, language does not speak of things or of the world: it may speak only of itself and to itself .... Certain realities cannot be expressed, but, and here I quote from memory, 'they are what is manifested in language without language saying it.' They are what language does not say and hence says. (What is embodied in language is not silence, which by definition says nothing, nor is it what silence would say if it were to speak. If it were to cease to be silence, and instead be ...) What is said in language without language saying it is saying (that is to say?): what is really said (that which makes its appearance between one phrase and another, in that crack that is neither silence nor a voice) is what language leaves unsaid ...."

(Octavio Paz, The Monkey Grammarian. Trans. Helen R. Lane)