setembro 27, 2015

If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman

If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.
A mystic woman is a wild creature. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over. Each time she returns, she is a little different. What she sees must change her. She dies every moment. She is reborn every day. Can you even begin to fathom the terror and the faith commanded from such a being? Can you even begin to understand what such a life can do?
If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.
If you are comfortable and cozy, stay away. Whatever you have built around yourself to create comfort: it cannot stand in the blazing fire of a mystical woman. She is no trophy. She is no bodily pleasure-maker. She is the seer of souls. She is the womb that births the divine into the flesh and bone of matter. She doesn’t mean to burn your village to the ground, but she has seen what you are meant to become. You are not a peasant shearing sheep, as you have thought. You are a king dressed in rags who has amnesia.
If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.
If she touches you, and all the voices on the wind go silent, if you feel you are in a snow globe when you embrace her, she is your destroyer. She will destroy the false idol you see in the mirror. She will smash it open because it is your prison. If you wish to stay there, she will shatter you another way. She will leave.
If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.
Everybody wants the magic, but nobody wants the Mystery, the schooling: a thing that must be lived in a place where book knowledge has no meaning, for all books are manuals to the world you already know. That means, the well-honed intellect — the masculine theory of reason — will not save you, cannot free you. It is for a world whose time is over. The Mystery, by its very nature, must show you what has never been seen, never been written, never been known, because before you were forged, it was impossible. The arts of women have been called the dark arts for too long, and they are the keys to infinity. Infinite form. Infinite being. Infinite life.
If you want the life you have, don’t date a mystic woman.
If your dreams are not filled with the Mystery, you are better off with a normal life, because she will see things that are invisible to you. She will feel things that you cannot feel beneath the layers of numbness you have wrapped yourself in. She will call upon your true self, your real soul, and she will sing it down into you, into herself and life will open up, for this very moment...
Alison Nappi

img. bianca brunner

setembro 24, 2015

loba & lorca

a r l e q u í n


Teta roja del sol
Teta azul de la luna
Torso mitad coral,
mitad plata y penumbra



"Uma viagem entre o dia e a noite, através do corpo, do amor e da morte. Leitura iniciática que abrirá uma nova porta à beleza tanto aos que saboreiam o seu primeiro poema, bebés e crianças, como aos consolidados amantes da arte." 
tradução do texto da editora barbara fiore 

Federico García Lorca. Arlequín.
TresBrujas; ilustrações de André da Loba. 
Granada: Barbara Fiore, 2015

Parabéns André. É Magnifico !

setembro 22, 2015

Pós-Graduação em Livro Infantil: nova edição


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setembro 16, 2015

"the first time I saw susie..."

video
 20,000 Days On Earth - 2014 (Nick Cave on the first time he saw his wife)
 
 ... or the most wonderful love at the first sight declaration:

The first time I saw Susie was at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. And when she came walking in, all the things that I have obsessed over for all the years, pictures of movie stars, Jenny Agutter in the billabong, Anita Ekberg in the fountain … Miss World competitions, Marilyn Monroe and Jennifer Jones and Bo Derek … Bolshoi ballerinas and Russian gymnasts … the young girls at the Wangaratta pool lying on the hot concrete, all the stuff I had heard and seen and read … all the continuing never-ending drip-feed of erotic data … came together at that moment, in one great big crash bang, and I was lost to her. And that was that.

setembro 14, 2015

wor(l)d

" How close up to the world can we get with our words? 
  How close to us can the world get with its words? "
Paul Matthews














 img. emily hughes