sábado, 23 de abril de 2011
i had to have an inhalation at the hospital. right in front of me, a guy in a red shirt, portable phone in his hands, was singing endlessly, out loud, an unknown song. to me, it sounded like a derivation of russian. he was slowly having his blood tested and he made comments on the syringe and the wires. he made comments to no one, only for himself. we were all in that room, inhaling the air, gathered, and the guy was singing. to rro li shat la kav nin to plis. the nurses passed by and asked: are you feeling better? from one to ten, how would you rate your pain? would you like to take the inhaler home with you? no. poor inhaler. nobody wants to take it home. at the same time that i felt like the most solitary of the victims of cold, i also felt part of a group of breathers, lullabied by that strange song. man of the strange song, you saved me from the bureaucracy of the flu and you've transformed it into a russian mass.
Postado por noemi às 08:18
quinta-feira, 21 de abril de 2011
a silence of something that is not being said, different from the silence of nothing being said, the silence charged by itself, the silence of all being said. one is power, the other is apathy, the other is autonomy, the other is agreement. there's no dictionary nor method to learn it. in order to communicate with silence the access language is time. when facing some silences one must watch out. others wish no care at all. for a hermeneutics of silence, the best measure is to breathe.
Postado por noemi às 22:04
i kept all the material for a contest I wasn't approved in, in a box under the stairs in the living room. it's all inside a big paper card box, which contains wide thick folds. mia loves to remain in this corner, where she scratches her fingers to sharpen her nails. the box is well past destroyed. i want her to destroy the whole thing. it's my revenge against the institution that didn't approve me and, after all, the box is serving a much more useful function than passing a contest.
Postado por noemi às 21:52
three foods above good and evil: french fries, popcorn and fried steak; three musiciand above good and evil: stevie wonder, rita lee and jorge ben jor; one painter above good and evil: paul klee; a writer above good and evil: anton tchekhov; a pesrson above good and evil: laerte.
Postado por noemi às 21:49