Silence can feed as easily as it can make you falter
And if you nourish a hope on muteness, the heart is swiftly quietened
Quiet, cold and silent is a life no longer vibrant
Fickle and fragile and febrile and foolish
After so many years of self-awareness
Why do innver moves still force the surface out of focus?
Sighing: self-inflicted pain is the only one to let go
When silence is self-imposed, it enriches illusions and cleanses sullen thoughts, whilst its infliction by others causes anger to pass but an insisting deception to grow.
Run run run
Optimism versus pessimism
What’s next in the chain
Back to the start
Gain the again
Repeat but improve
Clear the clouds
The sky lit the line
Writing is not enough
Talking is not enough
Music is not enough
Silence is not enough
Friendship is not enough
Love is not enough
Lust is not enough
Fun is not enough
Exhaustion is not enough
And vicariousness is of great help
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My mind is one of the most imaginative I can think of. And that’s not necessarily positive. The scenarios I picture, the expectations I nurture, the fictitious events I fathom – it all reaches gargantuan proportions in the blink of an eye.
I’m thinking I should devote even more time to the visual arts, to cinema and literature too. And I should declare independence from my own thoughts.
Or maybe use them to weave wonderful webs of stories and characters, all intertwined into something that will not prevent me from leading a quieter existence.
Rather than adding fiction to what’s real, I shall attempt to extract imaginativeness from reality and place it where it belongs.
Everything must be in its right place.
Objects as well as feelings, each entity should be where they belong.
With the help of brilliantly insightful Miranda July, I will give it a try.
Importance should be given only to things that matter.
It is not often that artists successfully navigate their way through political themes.
PJ Harvey does it so gracefully I thought it was but pertinent to include her in my wave of politics-related posts. Here’s the most recent video for her much acclaimed new album Let England Shake, The Glorious Land:
As the lyrics state, we must be keenly aware of the people we choose to govern us and their political agenda.
How is our glorious land sewn? Not with wheat and corn
War is the silliest excuse for the enforcement of economical and political interests.
Let us not be led to believe otherwise.
When I was writing yesterday’s post about Brazilian models of Italian or German background, I also had in mind to write a different chapter of my male beauty book showing black guys too.
What a hard task.
First of all, I couldn’t remember the name of any off the top of my head. That was a little surprising. Then, I started searching for it in various places and it is just unbelievably hard to find any representative name.
Finally, I ended up coming across a discussion on how Eurocentric the fashion industry is, and that not even initiatives like Vogue’s Black Issue suffice for changing people’s minds. I had to convince myself that the discussion was more fruitful than just posting an image.
Although there are parts of Brazil where it is very rare to see black people (namely the South of the country), this is not what I and most people who grow up in the enormously populated and multiracial states of Rio, São Paulo or Minas Gerais are used to.
As always, I turn to music in the hopes of helping building a better world:
Grace Jones is unparalleled both as a fashion icon and as an artist.
Draw your own conclusions.
I was reading excerpts of a book written by Mexican psychotherapist Marina Castañeda on homosexuality a while ago and I couldn’t help but find it very insightful. Although I do not necessarily agree with her in some of the aspects she mentions, I did find one bit very interesting.
She claims that in the process of coming out every homosexual has to go through a mourning phase if they want to be happy as gay individuals later in life. That is, they have to mourn their supposed heterosexuality.
Growing up in societies which are governed by two-gender conceptions of living, including family and work-related assumptions, homosexuals have to learn how to let go of these ideas so deeply rooted in their consciousness in order to be able to accept the fact that they are unlike most others.
According to the author, it is the very process of learning how to give up such expectations which allows gay people to be more or less happy with their affections and sexuality with regards to society. Some do it and are able to find their place in the world, while others seem never to be willing to establish themselves as different from what is expected of them, and that is the major source of feelings of distress and unadaptability.
What a very interesting way of seeing these matters.
I’ve believed for some time now that being different is the key to creating. Once there is nothing to compare yourself to, you are forced to generate new models and just find a whole new path for yourself. And isn’t that what guides true artists and explorers into the unknown?
The thing is, this is by no means an easy task.
A friend of mine is returning to Brazil after yet another attempt of happiness abroad. This time it was Australia. Before it was France and years ago it had been Québec, in Canada.
She is just convinced she’ll never be happy here and is always on the look for new opportunities to escape. Then, after some time, she just dislikes everything about the foreign country where she is and decides to return. A short time afterwards, the cycle begins again.
Having lived abroad on several occasions myself, I have learned to detach (or at least try to) enjoyment from the place I happen to be in. No site can be an infinite foundation for fun if one is not ready for feeling free to embrace a different perspective on living.
Detaching oneself from one’s culture is a much harder endeavor, nonetheless. But I guess that if you know how to recognize the behavior and sociability patterns, adapting becomes much less challenging. But again, you may never adapt. And that can be okay too.
Immigrant Icon in a pic on Dazed (pic by Rankin)
M.I.A. is there to prove it. I have always loved her take on being who she is exactly because she is an immigrant in the UK and never feeling a full Brit (whatever that means) has contributed to building her persona as much as her own personality.
Her new album is out now and, apart from the controversy, it is plain brilliant. More on that later.
Naïve are those who think their lives are not inextricably connected to the place they come from. Whether you love it, hate it or simply feel a part of it, the region where you grow up will always influence you, even when you don’t expect it to.
It wasn’t without wonder that I discovered how much I need mountains to feel at home in a city. Flat lands can be fun, fabulous or even fantastic, but they’ll always feel foreign to me.
In a place where mountains mean mines, I also feel a strange connection to everything metal, especially iron. It is quite weird, but I do tend to like art that manifests itself through the means of metal.
When I first saw Lézart, a sculpture piece by Brazilian contemporary artist Tunga, I immediately felt connected to it:
Using magnets, iron and copper, this piece creates a wonderful illusion of gigantic combs with metal hair hanging from them. It is like the crude value of the material can only be refined into beauty by the hands and hair of humans.
The tittle, Lézart (‘lizard’ in French) makes me think of how nature can still crawl onto us, reminding us of where we came from and the fact that there is no escape from that. It is as if we our origins are sticky or magnetic.
As for my interpretations, they are a clear proof that places of emotion can affect one’s judgement. I almost feel a poem coming.
Well, false alarm.
Isn’t it great when city authorities decide to make life more agreeable for its citizens?
Although very few of the Brazilian ones are taking any kind of initiative in that respect, progress can be seen here and there. Still, it is nothing as grand as what was done in Seoul, South Korea, with regards to the Cheonggyecheon river.
After years locked up inside a tomb of concrete, the stream was quite recently set free and transformed into a lovely green space and recreation area in the middle of the city.
This idea is so worthy of praise I am not sure I have to words to describe my admiration.
What strikes me the most is the way the riverbanks were given life when vegetation was (apparently) let grow in its own way.
It is high time people try to interfere with nature’s course just because we live in big cities. As the volcano in Iceland has yet again shown, we are completely at the mercy of the planet’s natural forces.
Maybe we should start from there.
A good friend of mine who’s not an artist but is a person with really well-developed artistic sensitivity came up with a pastime which is so interesting it could almost be an art experiment.
Here’s how it works. You have to stop what you’re doing on any given day and try to identify the exact emotion you’re feeling that day. It has to be quite specific, nothing like just ‘happiness’. After you discover what it is, you google it and see what the first page on the search result page is. Only if you don’t find anything meaningful can you look for an image.
I decided to do it today. I was feeling true disappointment after having let down someone who’s really dear to me.
Here’s the quote I found:
“Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.”
I must tell you it was such a relief to see it.
Illustration by Finnish artist Jesse Auersalo
May it be true too.