tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39655054909878339892024-03-13T12:07:58.866-07:00KeatsismsA space for sharing, giving and bringing into the world opinions, poems, songs, dreams, desires, manias, revelations.Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-11186065151206857362023-12-25T11:01:00.000-08:002023-12-25T11:01:45.897-08:00Untying knots (of ours)<p></p><p>I find myself unmasking, unaligning, unravelling</p><p>Night terrors of my mind, in this endless cycle of</p><p>Fiery, breathtaking ascents to ride the crest of</p><p>The finest wave of pleasure,</p><p>And</p><p>The nosedives</p><p>Splintering</p><p>Into pieces</p><p>Each</p><p>One</p><p>Of</p><p>My</p><p>Designs,</p><p>Building moats and walls and sentinels</p><p>Between our hands;</p><p>They desperately seek their complement.</p><p>A cerebral see-saw which renders me</p><p>Inexplicably, satisfyingly concerned:</p><p>I need your voice at once, once again;</p><p>It awakens in me unutterable, albeit curt, urges.</p><p>It unlocks and unfolds its blossoms</p><p>Pleading for care that I am always ready to give.</p><p>No matter how artificial these electronic tunes are,</p><p>They will make me more and more real</p><p>So as to see you</p><p>And want to touch you and reach you,</p><p>So that I realise that I am mistaken</p><p>Yet again,</p><p>None of that ever suffices.</p><p>Akin to roses and their thorns we are,</p><p>We have got sharp nails and claws.</p><p>We torture each other to prevent us from</p><p>Becoming one, binding these knots of ours.</p><p>Knots in us which keep us “independent”,</p><p>“Individual”.</p><p>I yearn to undo them with my hands and eyes,</p><p>Unfastening our clothes</p><p>laced in shyness</p><p>and shame</p><p>And fear.</p><p>I will peer at you through the darkness,</p><p>For us to drown into each other, untied,</p><p>Beyond the knots and tangles of ours,</p><p>For us to become one.</p>Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-72153696675155550662017-04-25T06:05:00.000-07:002017-04-25T06:12:43.045-07:00My second short story, "Pravda Shto"<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Pravda shto, by Leonardo Lopes da Silva<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Jonah Abdul-Haq came into the world by seeking the light.
Something had started pushing him out, and once he sensed he no longer belonged
in his hiding, nurturing place, he was resigned to leave it behind. But resignation
was not the right word to define how he felt upon arriving into the delivery
room. The thousands of shocks one is subjected to, at all once, unfiltered,
unmuffled, unrelenting! The cold! Blinding lights! Beeps and clangs, squeaks
and rustles, the whirr and buzz of what used to be unseen, unheard, unknown!
That firm pressure around his legs, something holding him upside down, or
downside up, who was he to say?, briefly displaying to Mum the fruit of her
labour and her triumph as woman. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The spanking was barely necessary. Jonah belted out his
primal song immediately after breathing it all in. For the first time. His
anguished cry was not unlike any other soliloquy rendered timeless by other
infant thespians, reciting the sorrows of being naked and cold and out of their
element. But as he lay in Mum’s arms, overwhelmed by gravity and touch, and he
heard her serene shushing, along with her tender, loving words:<o:p></o:p></div>
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“My sweet boy. My beloved. Don’t cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shh-shh-shh. You are a bit hungry, that’s
all…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He sneezed a tiny, cute sneeze, and stopped crying. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The sudden silence was not something any of those seasoned
doctors were used to. Nor Mum, specially since Jonah was her third born. They
chuckled and jested, telling the smiling mum that she had got the remote control
for her new born concealed somewhere next to her. Mum asked then to be left
alone so she could make amends to her son by feeding him. For the very first
time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Raising Jonah in the big city turned out to be an
increasingly difficult challenge. He shared the fate of many who cannot bear to
spend a single minute without sneezing. At practically anything. Cold wind
blasts. Feathers. Fur. Dust.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pollen of
all sorts. Mum constantly found herself at a loss – there was no such thing as
an allergen free environment, and keeping Jonah protected from all those
things, while working two jobs and running a household with Grandma, would
require locking him up in a bubble. Dad, Mr. Abdul-Haq, was constantly out of
home, working on his sermons, visiting the elderly in their community and
praying with them, running study groups, coordinating the congregation’s soup
kitchen. Time was of the essence to him, and the little he had of that currency
at home would not be wasted on trifles. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“The boy needs to toughen up, Luz. You can’t possibly shield
him from dust, for Heaven’s sake. Let him develop some kind of immunity or
whatever!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Don’t you see that I’ve tried it all? There has got to be a
way to heal him. It is not natural. What use are your prayers if you can’t even
get your son to get better?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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And so the rows would go on, simmering but never reaching a
boiling point. Jonah, already withdrawn by nature, would hide into a corner of
his room, surrounded by crumpled up Kleenex tissues, and bury his face in X Men
comic books. The growing awareness of his ordinary strangeness would swell up
his chest and burst into a storm of tears, which would be soothed when he came
across Jean Grey on the paperback pages, trying to tame the beast inside
Wolverine. “You can trust me. I know your pain. There is good inside of you”.
And he would sneeze heartily.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After years of suffering classes that he sneezed through,
teachers at the end of their wits and bullies who threw snot-stuffed paper
balls at him, Jonah could not take it anymore, and had a nervous breakdown. Psychological
treatments were offered to address a supposed psychosomatic condition, and
tried, to no avail. The Abdul-Haqs were considering moving to the countryside
one summer morning when they were visited by the family doctor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had wondrous news to share. <o:p></o:p></div>
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At last, a reliable treatment for allergens had become
available – and affordable. It would take getting a great deal of immunotherapy
shots, but it had a very high success rate – most people who underwent
treatment had a great improvement in their lives with much less sneezing, if
not no sneezing at all. Would you be willing to try that out, Mr. and Mrs.
Abdul-Haq?<o:p></o:p></div>
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That was a question that did not need answering. You need
not ask a drowning man whether he’d like to be thrown a life donut. Off they
went to the local clinic, squandering some savings they’d made, to make their
boy normal (again?). There was a kind of frantic enthusiasm in everything they
did, and even Jonah could not help but get swept up in it as well. After almost
a year of comings and goings, where Jonah would sneeze at the correct change
given by the ice cream vendor, the instructions given by the nurse, or even
thank yous or pleases, the big day came. That would be his final shot, and
hopefully, the beginning of the end for those most dreadful sneezes. Another
smiling, chuckling, seasoned doctor leaned forward to shake Jonah’s 9-year-old
hand and give him a pat on the head, to say:<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, that’s about it. You should get a lot better from now
on!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jonah looked at him with the slightest glimmer of hope in
his eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“… Unless, of course, it is God’s will that you should
sneeze till the end of your days!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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A volley of mucus got splattered all over his horn-rimmed
glasses.<o:p></o:p></div>
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END
OF PART I<o:p></o:p></div>
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Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-23848788730912916652016-09-18T12:37:00.002-07:002016-09-18T13:08:32.364-07:00A Novel Tale As Old As NowHe loved hating loving to hate to love her,<br />
A tomboy lady male gaiting gentle voiced<br />
Lass, lassoing his man child well endowed<br />
Underused sense of empathy mixed with<br />
Miss Anthropy towards her dancing body<br />
Electric, he a sappy gruff jockish andro<br />
Genius left leaning pink eye commie fetish,<br />
Planning to miss out on committing to<br />
Support the empowering of the drive<br />
To make America great again, feeling<br />
The burn on his cheeks of his beetle bum,<br />
A high flying kite looming low at half mast,<br />
Wanting to drown his sorrows at last mirth<br />
There she was, his Last Hearth, to quench<br />
The fire in his belly freezing his hand, she<br />
Just wanted to stay out of trouble to take<br />
A chance on someone to see if it works out<br />
To easily dismiss him as an unworkable pro<br />
Jekt to build up so as to walk out on to the next<br />
Tex Mex loving foodie smoothie groovy operator,<br />
A playa who knows not how tha game is played<br />
To able to win by losing, compromising to committing,<br />
With his feet on the ground and his money in the clouds<br />
Of crowd sourced funds to defund planned parenthoods,<br />
Save the whales and protect the local seal clubbing comm<br />
Unanimities, all or nothing for some every little helps, huh?<br />
Hover but chill lean in but keep it aloof and sunny dead serious<br />
They meet and friend and swipe right, blessed sheep in the<br />
Kingdom to Come thy will be done in this crumbling empire<br />
Where the sun never sets to rise all alone against barbarians<br />
Miscreants multi faceted moos, limbs torn Kosher HAL-wow!<br />
And all that comes with the ever receding territory. They are,<br />
By having they exist, to do what they were clearly taught and<br />
Uneducated to excel at, spreadsheets of codes, codes of colour,<br />
Colours of standards to maintain and exceed, without excess,<br />
Moderation is the measure with which the world is contained<br />
Plentiful and bountiful, your snow globe adrift in the mud pool<br />
Being drained tractor beamed to very centre of the universe,<br />
Which shivers timidly atop the shoulders of aeons long forces.Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-67749346381447577912016-04-11T16:27:00.001-07:002016-04-11T16:29:26.719-07:00Short Story : Felix <b> Felix</b> , by Leonardo Lopes da Silva<br />
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Now, as he heard her gentle purr, feeling her nose burrow itself firmly on his temple, in order to feel the scent of his hair identity, all the pieces came together, it all made sense to him; everything was in its right place in his world.</div>
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He had assumed it would be easy to deal with her, this nightly creature, who had followed him silently to his flat, without any apparent demands or supplication. It would just be one more roof over her head; just one more warm and dry spot to keep herself warm, that was really all she ever needed. Or so he thought. She drank all of the water he had offered her in one go, but ate too little of the tinned tuna that he, way too busy with himself to think of mundanities like going shopping for food, or wearing matching socks, found neglected in a corner of a shelf in his empty fridge. I've never thought it would be so simple, he thought out loud, to take in one more presence in such tight quarters, this cramped apartment of mine. She rubbed against him as she walked in and down the hall, but that was comprehensible, as it was so damn narrow.</div>
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Looks like I won't hit the jackpot tonight, he muttered, as he saw her pounce onto the sofa and stretch her whole body like the most accomplished Pilates instructor, before she shut her huge Caribbean Sea-green eyes. One day they would get swept up in a staring contest, and he would want to figure out whether those sea sized globes were as warm as they seemed; he would try to find his footing in them. I can't afford to drown anymore, he kept saying to himself, a mantra of jaded resignation, I don't want to drown anywhere.</div>
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The impending dawn startled him out of his reveries, it was time to get himself to bed. There's nothing better than a solar rule, a decree of light, which would ensure that he could find himself a haven from utter desiccation, curled up in bed, underneath his rough blanket, protected by the shadows, once everyone and everything became revealed and exposed by the unforgiving and relentless daylight, set in motion, with a purpose. A timetable. Engagements.</div>
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However, nothing about that pre-planned, predefined way of getting away from the machinations of the solar day, would work that day.</div>
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Because of <b>her</b>.</div>
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No sooner had the clock struck midday than she made herself seen, looking daggers at him with enviable accuracy, demanding that he sped up his indolent and pachydermic get-up-and-fix-breakfast-or-lunch-or-dinner process; it did not actually matter which meal it was, as long as there was coffee included, and that was why his favourite meal in his homeland was simply and aptly called "coffee".</div>
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It was not just a faster pace in his day cancelling motions that she had in mind, though. She wanted his <b>presence, his being there </b>constantly and totally as she did her restless rounds to the window and away from it, as if he could actually vanish off the face of the Earth if she turned away from him, out of her sight. Her neediness seemed illogical and infuriating to him (perhaps she was a control freak?), unquestionable to her. HER. Someone who was capable of spending an entire hour looking out of the window, ignoring him thoroughly. Yet, it only took a most deafening head jerk (for then her eyes unleashed a tsunami of Amazonian fury, as well as the wailing cries of sailors about to encounter their final destination, over him and his daydreams) she told him, nay, she commanded him to stand next to her at the window sill, to behold the military regularity, the march of the sons of the Sun, and their parade of orderly, accurate, punctual inventions; she did not hesitate to make him witness her hygienic and sanitary rituals, much as he did not wish to get to know all their specifics; she could not stand his keeping any door closed, any refuge for his nudity. In fact, being naked was not a matter of privacy to her, it was something which was perfectly natural to her. This absence of shame in her, somewhat unchristian, pre-pagan - for there was nothing beyond her body and the world, her extension, to her mind - ignorant of any Puritanism, dictated that she needed to <b>see him</b> naked as she has always been in her cat-like manner, just as she was now, crawling behind the sofa to look for something that she had mischievously lost on purpose.</div>
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He did not understand those purposes of hers, he could not realise why she had to swipe a glass off the table, to see it invariably shatter into a thousand pieces all over the floor.</div>
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Did she have to sit right in front of his tablet, just now that he would stream an interview with his beloved comedian?</div>
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Why do you crave so much attention? RIGHT NOW?, he shouted. Last night you were not that eager to do anything at all!!! Last night I didn't seem to be THAT important, did I???</div>
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What to say of her naughtiness? The boxers and socks tossed out of the open wardrobe drawers slowly turned his crampartment floor into a park ground in high Autumn, a pile of unlikely cotton leaves that absorb transpiration very easily here, a procession of stripes and squares and tartan and dots there, as she lay cheekily amidst his clothes, as if she was someone who has finally found out where her picnic is going to be.</div>
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It was pointless to shout at her, or try to get her out of one more mess, in a place where chaos was supposed to be unimaginable, as it was too tiny for chaos to be possible. She would just stare at him numbly, with a late afternoon hungover sea look which seemed to say perfunctorily, You are making something which is already boring even more mind numbing.</div>
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That was why her immediate reaction to her boredom was to tease and poke the domino effect that led to fights between the two of them. She bit and scratched with gusto when they came to blows, her eyes casting olive lightning and thunder at him as her first line of attack and defence. To him, there was no other choice but to smack her, being careful not to hurt his own principles and values too much, so he wouldn't be taken by the scarlet fever of a newfound hypocrisy. She kept on running haughtily, feeling offended and hopeful that she would find a place to hide away from his spitted curses and his volcanic exasperation. In vain.</div>
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There were no apologies. Nor forgiveness.</div>
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This tempestuous environment lingered and made the air inside the crampartment stuffy and stale, until at length the day collapsed unto himself in his morose and brooding gait, and waved funereally at the incoming night, who was all smiles, with her Byzantine train of starry mosaics in merry succession, beating the drums to the zodiac Carnaval party of the universe, making way for the Milky Way-faring Moon.</div>
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He let it all wash over him, sitting on the edge of the bed, basking and bathing in the cosmic drizzle that broke into the room through the windows, and saluted, paid his respects to the glorious silence, the ecstatic stillness of the night in her infancy.</div>
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She sat silently on his lap, charmed by the power of the revelation that inexorably took hold of her, the jade coloured, sea algae phosphorescent tides in her eyes swelling in total expansion, pouring out of herself, overflow.</div>
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How supreme and sublime was his surprise when she leaned towards him, opening her lips!, uttering words for the very first time, words he thought he had never heard anyone say before with such serene, loving authority.</div>
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Now you are mine. Now I am yours.</div>
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I partake of you. You partake of me.</div>
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She engulfed him in her arms, as she repeated her declaration of dependence in a hypnotic murmur on and on and on...</div>
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Now, as he heard her gentle purr, feeling her nose burrow itself firmly on his temple, in order to feel the scent of his hair identity, all the pieces came together, it all made sense to him; everything was in its right place in his world.<br />
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Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-265495995221747092012-05-29T06:55:00.004-07:002012-05-30T02:38:01.891-07:00The Speech ParadoxLips sealed when a mind's bursting apart,<br />
Blooming in cheery-scented dewdrops;<br />
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The midnight of the soul approaches <br />
And we hoard jazz jams and jousts<br />
Juggling thoughts in intimate indecency,<br />
To avoid forming the icy crust of<br />
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silence.<br />
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Then lips apart; no more mysteries, <br />
No more dallying.<br />
let it come out as we carefully <br />
Conceal<br />
Literal living levees <br />
That forever conserve<br />
True meaning.<br />
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<br />Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-71561855785471959942011-01-19T14:34:00.000-08:002012-05-28T23:10:37.625-07:00The Haunting Void<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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that keeps gnawing at my liver, depleting me<br />
of whatever thoughts and sparks and sprouts<br />
should spring from within.<br />
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that knocks at the hollow rib-cage, taunting<br />
a shadow of freedom to my voice, jingling its keys<br />
to the prisoner.<br />
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that.<br />
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<br />Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-80724590529295937982010-11-10T06:52:00.000-08:002012-05-28T23:19:59.294-07:00Magnet-de-natising CharismaThe comfort that is found upon beholding<br />
mountain ranges and abysses of indifference,<br />
processions of holier-than-thou, fear-thy-ground<br />
furies unbridled but voiceless thoughtlessly<br />
Pilling up dilligently upon prey me, pray you?<br />
Conforming to an existence of checklists,<br />
Will you? Did you? Could you? Have you?<br />
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Con mitted fully to the dictates and commanding con<br />
Con queror will you be, crowned and renowned cries con<br />
Con't you see how the fire in your vir-pyre rages con<br />
Con Stern, a nation will rise, with your con fab inaction<br />
And all shall con gratulate con firm what has always been,<br />
Cum laude, a stream of words and burps and shrieks demanding<br />
Change that is strangely akin to some bw picture<br />
blended in with the ash.<br />
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Yet still, the scent lingers despicably in the clothes<br />
in your hair, on your tongue, an urge to develop it<br />
into something intelligible de moving desperately<br />
Out of this centre and navel, you are debating on<br />
words that still remain meaningless after so much<br />
repeating and babbling and mumbling.<br />
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one multi-faceted free-styling snowflake of existence is what you are, ever graciously<br />
falling down onto uniformity, the desecrating desintegrating<br />
EveryManhood<br />
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Make sure It is branded with your singularity of all your elements<br />
One final debauchery before the Melt_<br />
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<br />Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-52965837449531870722010-01-29T02:55:00.000-08:002012-05-28T23:33:45.292-07:00By the Shore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I sit by the shore, awaiting<br />the Flood to overcome,<br />reign over me.<br /><br />One deep blue sea that lies so many a league<br />ahead,<br />its low ebb never seems to end.<br /><br />Beneath the flesh and my mammal facade,<br />the nature of my origins claw at my soul,<br />a marine yearning for the touch of blue,<br />for the being blue itself,<br />without a thought,<br />without time,<br />without gravity and footing.<br /><br />And then She comes,<br />She storms upon Her bed in Majestic Attire,<br />Rising regally an indomitable regina is to<br />Crash upon the rock, fuel the land in me,<br />Fill the crevasses and valleys<br />Till I overflow,<br /><br />and there is no more need for words.</span><br />
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Clouds and myst for a kiss;</div>
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The hand offered a hissing fist,</div>
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Once friends, now patient observers</div>
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Words crystalised actions</div>
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Like myself, maimed and crippled,</div>
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Blossoming bursting petals</div>
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And in order to get to the end<br />
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Name at least one way to tame<br />
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All of them in my control, though<br />
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Endless flow of answers fleeting fiercely<br />
stuck in this still pond of the mind,<br />
Cathedrals and skyscrapers in sight, towering high<br />
Up where I am supposed to belong,<br />
still so low, still a crow<br />
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croaking the never-ending cycle of life<br />
which i observant go past and beyond<br />
shedding my blood for marble and gold<br />
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Winter... a dreary, sulky weather where we all sit and lie, hibernating on the inside, expecting a sun beam to pierce through the ever-hanging clouds and shine upon us.</div>
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Winter... fog and myst, hindering the way ahead. Put your lights on, son. Once again we fight the white cold flame licking at our ankles and neck with socks, scarves, coats, ear muffs, gloves, vests, lipsticks. Fighting fire with fire... we will face our very own loneliness and pettiness before Nature by blending hands and lips with some significant other, so the fire inside does not die. Yet the land lies ready.<br />
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Winter... a grown, wrinkled man groping for his glasses amidst the darkness. It broods in, he can hardly gasp for air as all his leaves have fallen to the ground, the time has come and he is not ready, one is never ready for that final stroke, for the end of the road, the plunge into the deep. Yet he encloses the seed inside himself..<br />
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Winter is when we win, despite the freezing wind. The Sun soon is to shine upon the seeded earth, and our new self is freed to roam upon it, rejoicing the spring of the New that's come knocking at our door.Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-58981436142511975922009-08-03T20:09:00.000-07:002012-05-29T01:44:24.919-07:00New Land In Sight<br />
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The sense of subversion, breaking on through?<br />
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Well, it is happening to me. I am a month and a half away from a turning point in my life, the beginning of a journey where I will most definitely redefine, reshape and recreate myself as some of you know it.<br />
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Not only should you say that I will become more reddish than I am already, you need to look me in the eye and behold the turbulent merging of the old and the new in the Muscovite air, the violent surge of ancient modernised feelings, the struggle of the will, the repression of the collective and the common sense. Superstitions, arrogant Ferraris leaving a trail of opulence, a folk song in a crescendo of sound and fury, scientific minds, tea, the red flag of Komunista!, orthodox icons, the hammer, the politburo, the numbed press, the throngs of a starving, maddened crowd, a Farbeget egg, a Matryoska.<br />
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By floating eagerly at a mer du noms, a sea of words, strangely shaped and scented of musical tones, I most certainly make what makes me inferior my superiority, what seemed to be the weakest link a super power. Russians have achieved great things from their inferiority complex, something that we still have not been able to cope with properly. They have paid a price, and yet, they have become respected, recognised, even feared, as a most convenient demon for the Western Capitalist Civilisation. Most importantly, they have got a memory of who they were, and who they want to be. <br />
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Boiling red as the blood shed over decades and decades for something (immaterial to us) called "the Motherland".<br />
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Blue as the presumptions of the ever-decaying aristocracy and the newly-risen "new money", spilling litres of petrol over a restaurant bill in "Red" London.<br />
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That is a fair share to me. Dostoievski is by my side, smiling grimly.<br />
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Curtain call!Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-24775423571410553822009-05-03T15:22:00.000-07:002012-05-29T01:32:35.695-07:00Back to the desk - again<br />
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Sunday, 3 May, 2009. 7:25pm. Once again, I am faced with my curse, which is to write. about? who knows? some kind of confidence or confession? an ellaboration of a political theory which is going to save the world? conspiracy theories? Maybe not.<br />
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Botafogo has lost another chance to prove that they are the best team in Rio de Janeiro. Yet again.<br />
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The streets will be packed and stuffed with frantic fans revelling and grovelling in the dirt, democracy is won, the people's champion comes back home again with its prize and laurels. The gates to the city are opened, dancers voluptously semi-naked will spring forth and surround their heroes, clouds of smoke and fireworks, the drums beat to the one heartbeat of the throbbing crowd, silencing the slightest thought to bear and stand. <br />
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The defeated are dragged to the main square for public mockery, being spat and pissed upon. No quarter for the down beat. <br />
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No such thing as second best or runner - up. Why keep running for it anyway?<br />
Winning - at all cost, by all means. Winning, and sticking the sword down the foe's throat... howl fiercely at the sight of blood, tear the no-man's heart out and watch it beat warmly and gradually gradually wane into ash.<br />
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Ash and dust. Memories of the beginning and the end. I cover myself with coal and ash, these have always been my colours, I mourn the gone days and sit by the door, expecting the lights to go out - they always will - and shiver in the cold air, night will bring me power, night will bring me justice, dignity.Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-12953023541005888092008-07-09T12:01:00.000-07:002012-05-29T01:31:13.674-07:00High hopes and expectations for the upcoming months<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oiQ0EEKdMgg/SHUUlSep1pI/AAAAAAAAABA/V2T0DXbe_Ao/s1600-h/the_dark_knight_outro_poster.jpg"></a><br />
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<strong>WAGNER MOURA PLAYING HAMLET</strong><br />
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I have been waiting eagerly for a decent staging of Hamlet and it seems that the time for it has come at last.<br />
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Moura had always looked to me like a younger version of Cassiano Gabus Mendes until I saw him act in the (bootlegged, of course) copy of Elite Squad. His massive presence and intensity makes a square-looking character as Capt. Nascimento a real person, who we can all identify ourselves with. There is nothing like the real thing, and when we put together a real play (Hamlet), actually <strong>the real play - there is nothing as edgy beyond its borders -</strong> and a real actor, someone who could play the most remarkable tree ever, then we have something to cherish and savour for the rest of our lives.<br />
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You may find Paulo Henrique Amorim's review on the play at <a href="http://www.paulohenriqueamorim.com.br/forum/Post.aspx?id=320">http://www.paulohenriqueamorim.com.br/forum/Post.aspx?id=320</a>.<br />
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<strong>HEATH LEDGER, CHRISTIAN BALE DIRECTED BY CRISTOPHER NOLAN IN FRANK MILLER'S DARK KNIGHT</strong><br />
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You might have Batman I and II as your favourites, but I will have to disregard any attempt to picture Batman at his rawest, most essential prior to Batman Begins. Director Chris Nolan was really smart in thinking the name up - Batman REALLY begins at that film. No Michael Keaton, Clooney or Val Kilmer could actually live up to our expectations of what a haunted hero like Batman should be like. Nolan excels at bringing all the subtleties of his psyche ... the mind of a man who has given in to an obsession, and by repeatedly avenging their parents, rises to cleanse a world which is too hopelessly dark and lost and corrupted. </div>
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Sorry, Jack. But I can't wait to see how Heath Ledger has outperformed you, not much as a result of his talent, but actually as the late actor had such a better material to deal with. Ledger's Joker really sounds as a clear threat to Batman's power and his turf. We also have outstanding Michael Caine back as Alfred, and I tell you, that's the kind of butler I would like to have by my side, someone bright enough to show me other paths to be taken, but never blunt, always charmingly wise.</div>
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You know, how can I er, you know what<br />
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Putting it (them?) together - <br />
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the world eyes on I, as I<br />
eye on the world, ever objectively<br />
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This meaningful ellipse of wordlessness?<br />
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This silent boom where it all begins<br />
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<br />Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-24449446344526057202008-06-30T18:58:00.000-07:002012-05-30T02:52:12.383-07:00Recent Poems in English - IThrough the daze and the trance<br />
We trudged upon the moss and mould<br />
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Will you not transcend <br />
This scent of sullen paralysis<br />
This cuff and this collar<br />
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My rings and chains easily come off<br />
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<br />Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-38501214971543276182008-06-30T18:21:00.000-07:002008-06-30T18:31:13.444-07:00Tribute to Hugh LaurieEnjoy this clip where Hugh Laurie sings a wholehearted love song to his muse, Steffie<br />Graf.<br /><br />There is more to Hugh than just his House.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yukuGTOzcxs&hl=en"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yukuGTOzcxs&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Leonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18396877715964828956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965505490987833989.post-70223211826777411322008-06-30T12:58:00.000-07:002012-05-30T02:53:46.154-07:00Back to the desk<br />
There are some things that will eat you up inside if you do not let them out. This is how I feel about writing in general. <br />
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I have been taking, inhaling, absorbing the air about me for too long, I am afraid. And it certainly is high time I should detox myself by leaving these words on the screen.<br />
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Definitely tired of the nihilistic paths to be taken by those who feel much. I have cried, laughed, brooded and sulked. I have bled but its traces are not to be found by those who keep searching and probing me on the outside. Savoured wine... the blessing kept millenially to help us usher in the dance of Dionisius, the bacchan urge to soar above the obvious vulgar usual words that fill up the weary mind, poor mind traveller. Oceans of drooling, seas of dull, please do not let me drown. Once I step out there is no turning back and I hope that by falling I will rise again. <br />
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blessed old apollo bring me light grand charioteer.<br />
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as the dawn approaches i will be made new to shine throughout the starving night again and it will flow freely foams shower me to my core. shake me back to life dizzyingly storm to explode and expand me to the shape I need to the frame I cherish mold, mold.<br />
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