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segunda-feira, 13 de julho de 2009

Uma fala de «Reds», 1981 (2)















[Jack Reed]Zinoviev, you don't think a man can be an individual and be true to the collective, or speak for his own country and the International at the same time, or love his wife and still be faithful to the revolution, you don't have a self to give! Would you ever be willing to give yourself to this revolution? When you separate a man from what he loves the most, you kill what's unique in him. And when you purge what's unique in him, you purge dissent.
[Zinoviev] Comrade Reed!
[Jack Reed]And when you purge dissent, you kill the revolution! Revolution is dissent!

segunda-feira, 6 de julho de 2009

Uma fala de «Reds», 1981




















[Old Lady] You didn't hear the word "sex". You didn't hear the word "lesbian".You didn't hear the word "homosexual".You didn't hear the word "abortion".You didn't hear those things. Men respected women. They helped them on with their coats, they opened the doors for them. And the man and woman who courted each other, they married each other.
[Henry Miller] You know something that I think, that there was just as much fucking going on then as now. Only now, it has a more perverted quality. Now there's no love whatever included. Then, there was your heart, a bit of heart in it.

quarta-feira, 24 de junho de 2009













Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring the philosophic mind.


William Wordsworth, "Ode: Intimations of Imortality from Recollections of Early Childhood", Selected Poems, Penguin, 2004.

segunda-feira, 22 de junho de 2009

Freezing my Soul - Uma fala de «Mccabe e Mrs. Miller»














[Mccabe]: If just one time you could be sweet without no money around. I think I could....Well, I'll tell you something. I've got poetry in me. I do. I've got poetry in me. I ain't going to put it down on paper.
I ain't no educated man. I got sense enough not to try it. I can't never say nothing to you. If you'd just one time let me run the show, I'd.... You're just freezing my soul, that's what you're doing. Freezing my soul.