I remember (spooky) when all of a sudden someone you know very well becomes momentarily a total stranger.
—Joe Brainard, I Remember, Notting Hill Editions, 2021 (1975)
Hoje em dia já ninguém lá vai, aquilo está cheio de gente
Artigos da categoria “Livros e Poesia”
I remember being afraid that the barber might slip and cut my ear.
I remember that once he did.
I remember at the end of a haircut getting my neck dusted off with a soft brush full of nice smelling powder. And getting swirled around to look in the mirror and how big, afterwards, my ears were.
—Joe Brainard, I Remember, Notting Hill Editions, 2021 (1975)
1975, 2021, barbeiro, joe brainard, medo
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
—Christina Rossetti, Poetry Foundation, Goblin Market and Other Poems, 1862
I remember going to a church on the Bowery where bums go to get work for a day and being sent to Brooklyn to clean up a small Jewish synagogue where the rabbi was so disgusting that after half a day’s work I just couldn’t stand it anymore so I ‘disappeared.’ (With no pay.)
—Joe Brainard, I Remember, Notting Hill Editions, 2021 (1975)
Pelos vistos sabia de cor toda aquela canção piegas. A voz subia, pairava na atmosfera suave da tarde de Verão, muito melodiosa, carregada de certa melancolia feliz.
—George Orwell, 1984, Público 2002 (1949)