sexta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2010

Perguntas sem resposta e outras questões literárias...

Sara Philey


Evidencia-se a liberdade do leitor de reflectir sobre as perguntas, se quiser dar respostas, atribuir significados, colaborar com novos sentido para as palavras escritas...



"I invent stories, confront one with another, and by this means I ask questions. The stupidity of people comes from having an answer to everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything".

Milan Kundera


“On the one hand, the literary object has no substance but the reader’s subjectivity … But, on the other hand, the words are there like traps to arouse our feelings and to reflect them towards us … Thus, the writer appeals to the reader’s freedom to collaborate in the production of the work"

Jean-Paul Sartre in What is Literature? (1947)

quinta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2010

A vida contém todos os géneros literários

s.id.



“Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.”

Alan Moore


Via Word Painting

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sexta-feira, 27 de agosto de 2010

Estas palavras são minhas, são tudo o que tenho para dizer...Bastam? / These Words are my own...



Por Natasha Bedingfield. Gosto da letra desta canção, a alusão aos clássicos literários, às figuras de estilo, à procura da inspiração para as palavras:



These words are my own



Threw some chords together, the combination D-E-F
Its who I am, its what I do, and I was gonna lay it down for you
I tried to focus my attention, but I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration, but its not coming easily


Tryin to find the magic,
Tryin to write a classic,
Dontcha know, dontcha know, dontcha know?
Wastebin full of paper,
clever rhymes- see ya later


These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you,
There's no other way to better say
I love you, i love you


Read some Byron Shelley and Keates,
recited it over a hip-hop beat
I'm havin trouble sayin what i mean,
with dead poets and a drum machine


You know i had some studio time booked,
but i couldnt find the killer hook,
now you're gonna raise the bar right up,
nothin i write is ever good enough


These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you,
There's no other way to better say
I love you, i love you

These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you,
There's no other way to better say
I love you, i love you


I'm gettin off my stage
the curtains pull away
No hyperboles to hide behind
My naked soul exposes


woaaaaah



Tryin to find the magic,
Tryin to write a classic,

Wastebin full of paper,
clever rhymes- see ya later


These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you,
There's no other way to better say
I love you, i love you


These words are my own, from my heart flow,
I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you,
There's no other way to better say
I love you, i love you


These words are my own, from my heart
I love you I love you, thats all i got to say
cant think of a better way, and thats all i got to say
I love you, is that ok?

Ainda por escrever / Unwritten



Por Natasha Bedingfield.

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