(…)
One Morning
the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident,
and didn’t see me—and I thought:
so this is the world.
I’m not in it.
It is beautiful.
—Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems Volume One, Beacon Press, 1992
Hoje em dia já ninguém lá vai, aquilo está cheio de gente
Artigos da categoria “Livros e Poesia”
Enrolou os papéis relativos ao trabalho já terminado e meteu-os no tubo pneumático. Tinham passado oito minutos. Ajeitou os óculos no nariz, suspirou, e puxou para si outro maço de instruções de trabalho, com o papelinho em cima. Alisou-o com os dedos. Nele vinha escrito, numa letra grande e informe: Amo-te.
—George Orwell, 1984, Público 2002 (1949)
“What happened to your Porsche?” I asked. It was repossessed after defaulting on his car loan, he said. There was not a morsel of shame. He responded like he was telling the next play in the game. Every assumption you might have had about him was wrong. Los Angeles is full of Rogers.”
—Morgan Housel, The Psychology of Money, Harriman House, 2020
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)
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