quinta-feira, 1 de julho de 2010

Tempos maus exigem boa ficção

If what’s always distinguished bad writing—flat characters, a narrative world that’s clichéd and not recognizably human, etc.—is also a description of today’s world, then bad writing becomes an ingenious mimesis of a bad world. If readers simply believe the world is stupid and shallow and mean, then [Bret] Ellis can write a mean shallow stupid novel that becomes a mordant deadpan commentary on the badness of everything. Look man, we’d probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid everything is? In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what’s human and magical that still live and glow despite the times’ darkness. Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.



David Foster Wallace
 

A pin-up da leitura










Esta é Hilda, leitora bem nutrida, bem disposta e bem, bem...encalorada do pintor norte-americano Duane Bryers.

Redonda de carnes e de sorrisos. Deve ler bons livros. :)

quinta-feira, 24 de junho de 2010

Sobre a inveja: tão, tão verdade! / The truth about envy

Cartoon de Clayton Rabelo.


"Envy is the religion of the mediocre. It comforts them, it soothes their worries, and finally it rots their souls, allowing them to justify their meanness and their greed until they believe these to be virtues. Such people are convinced that the doors of heaven will be opened only to poor wretches like themselves who go through life without leaving any trace but their threadbare attempts to belittle others and to exclude—and destroy if possible—those who, by the simple face of their existence, show up their own poorness of spirit, mind, and guts. Blessed be the one at whom the fools bark, because his soul will never belong to them".



Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game

quarta-feira, 23 de junho de 2010

@ escritor/a enquanto ser andrógeno - the writer as an androgynous creature

"A writer as such is a special kind of androgynous creature, all sexes and all ages when creating fictional characters, all the people he or she has known, observed or interacted with. So while I’m a woman, as a writer I’m a composite intelligence".

Esta citação é de Nadine Gordimer, escritora sul-africana. Dela li na faculdade My Son's story, sobre o regime obsceno do apartheid.
 
 
Citação via A Writers Ruminations

terça-feira, 22 de junho de 2010

O livro enquanto meio de evasão


"A good book can set you free; it provides escape. It will be able to take you away from reality one paragraph at a time and you will be absorbed into the world bound in its leather covers and rustling pages. Whatever it does to you—make you think, tug at your heartstrings, give you a little rest from your everyday problems—it must be good to you, because it’s you, not the characters in the book, that is the most important person when you are reading".



Fonte: Cinderella in rubber shoes

Can't read my p-p-p-poker face




I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas please

Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me
Love the game intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart



Oh, oh, oh, oh..oh,oh,oh,oh
I'll get him hot & show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh....oh, oh
I'll get him hot & show him what I've got




Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got to love nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got to love nobody)




P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face


I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun...




Oh, oh, oh, oh...oh,oh,oh,oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh..oh, oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got




Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
She's got to love nobody
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
She's got to love nobody




I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning




Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, I promise this
Check this hand cause I am marvelous



I'm marvelous
I'm marvelous
I'm marvelous
So marvelous...
She's got to love nobody




Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
She's got to love nobody...

Mais sonhos musicais: "Dream a little dream of me"

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