The War on Drugs - Red Eyes

Um poema de João Miguel Henriques

Boa promessa

não tem de ser hoje não
nem mesmo amanhã
ou  muito em breve
apenas que seja
que dê um dia
que um dia se dê

chamemos boa promessa
à vileza do adiamento
que as coisas boas vêm com o tempo
e só quem espera muito alcança
 
não tem pois de ser já
agora mesmo
ou mesmo para ontem

somente que seja
apenas que valha a pena

Retirado daqui.

Sharon Van Etten - Magic Cords

A poem I can read, stand back from, understand, and nod at - Tao Lin

I've started lying to editors of literary magazines
I tell them I'm in Taiwan or Nicaragua or something
So can I email my submission?
All lies

I don't feel sneaky and good about this
I don't pat myself on the back
And I don't brag to friends
I don't even smile
But I do save paper, ink, money, and time 

Retirado daqui.

Um poema

H. was always holding

love. I praised her for her

‘masculine virtues’.

I am very pleased with it.

And ready to go on to the

next.

When you enjoy

doing them you will

learn and achieve something

between sex

frankness, fairness

andchilvary

also poor, warped

fragments of humanity.

De 'Observations', José Duarte. 

A sair um dia destes.

Silva - Janeiro

Owen Pallett - The Riverbed

And Death Shall Have no Dominion - Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.   

Dead men naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,   

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;   

Though they go mad they shall be sane,   

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;   

Though lovers be lost love shall not;   

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.   

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;   

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,   

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,   

And the unicorn evils run them through;   

Split all ends up they shan’t crack;   

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.   

No more may gulls cry at their ears   

Or waves break loud on the seashores;   

Where blew a flower may a flower no more   

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;   

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,   

And death shall have no dominion.

 

The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas, 1957.

Elbow - The take off and landing and everything