Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds | Skeleton Tree, 2016
Entre muitas ocupações
muito urgentes
esqueci-me
de que também há que
morrer
muito urgentes
esqueci-me
de que também há que
morrer
...
Tadeusz Różewicz
Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta nick cave and the bad seeds. Mostrar todas as mensagens
Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta nick cave and the bad seeds. Mostrar todas as mensagens
09/05/17
05/05/17
 |
| © Andrew Dominik | One More Time With Feeling, 2016 |
"The idea that we live life in a straight line, like a story, seems to me to be increasingly absurd and, more than anything, a kind of intellectual convenience... I feel that the events in our lives are like a series of bells being struck and the vibrations spread outwards, affecting everything, our present, and our futures, of course, but our past as well. Everything is changing and vibrating and in flux."
Nick Cave, aqui.
09/09/16
 |
| © Andrew Dominik | Nick Cave |
“Most of us don’t want to change, really. I mean, why should we? But what happens when an event occurs that is so catastrophic that you just change? You change from the known person to an unknown person. So that when you look at yourself in the mirror, you recognize the person that you were, but the person inside the skin is a different person.” Nick Cave in, One More Time with Feeling
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds | Skeleton Tree, 2016
05/09/16
04/08/16
06/06/16
08/10/15
15/07/15
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds | No More Shall We Part, 2001
As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she spoke these words to me
And with brand new eyes, open wide
We pressed our faces to the glass
As I sat sadly by her side
She said, "Father, mother, sister, brother,
Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece,
Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer,
Actor, scientist, mechanic, priest
Earth and moon and sun and stars
Planets and comets with tails blazing
All are there forever falling
Falling lovely and amazing"
Then she smiled and turned to me
And waited for me to reply
Her hair was falling down her shoulders
As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she spoke these words to me
And with brand new eyes, open wide
We pressed our faces to the glass
As I sat sadly by her side
She said, "Father, mother, sister, brother,
Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece,
Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer,
Actor, scientist, mechanic, priest
Earth and moon and sun and stars
Planets and comets with tails blazing
All are there forever falling
Falling lovely and amazing"
Then she smiled and turned to me
And waited for me to reply
Her hair was falling down her shoulders
As I sat sadly by her side
...
Nick Cave
17/06/15
04/05/15
10/03/15
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds | Murder Ballads, 1996
The reasons I feel compelled to write love songs are legion. Some of these became clearer to me when I sat down with a friend of mine. We admitted to each other that we both suffered from the psychological disorder that the medical profession terms "Erotigraphomania".
Erotigraphomania is the obsessive desire to write love letters. He shared with me the fact that he had written, and sent, over the past five years more than 7,000 love letters to his wife. My friend looked exhausted, and his shame was almost palpable. We discussed the power of the love letter, and found that it was, not surprisingly, very similar to that of the love song. Both serve as extended meditations on one's beloved. Both serve to shorten the distance between the writer and the recipient. Both hold within them a permanence and power that the spoken word does not. Both are erotic exercises in themselves. Both have the potential to reinvent, through words, like Pygmalion with his self-created lover of stone, one's beloved. But more than that, both have the insidious power to imprison one's beloved, to bind their hands with love-lines, gag them, blind them, for words become the defining parameter that keeps the image of the loved one imprisoned in a bondage of poetry. "I have taken possession of you," the love letter, the love song, whispers, for ever.
Nick Cave, in The secret life of the love song - The complet lyrics 1978 - 2013
17/02/15
14/02/15
A memória faz de nós o que somos.
 |
| © Bleddyn Butcher | Nick Cave - West Berlin, 1985 |
A nossa alma e a nossa razão de viver estão ligadas à memória.
Nick Cave, aqui.
13/02/15
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds | Murder Ballads, 1996
The writer who refuses to explore the darker reaches of the heart will never be able to write convincingly about the wonder, magic and joy of love, for just as goodness cannot be trusted unless it has breathed the same air as evil, so within the fabric of the love song, within its melody, its lyric, one must sense an acknowledgement of its capacity for suffering.
Nick Cave, in The secret life of the love song - The complet lyrics 1978 - 2013
26/11/14
 |
| © Bernardo Martins, 2014 |
"This shimmering space, where imagination and reality intersect - where all life and tears and joy exist, this is the place, this is where we live."
Nick Cave, in 20,000 Days On Earth
25/11/14
 |
| © Iain Forsyth & Jane Pollard | 20,000 Days On Earth, 2014 |
"Your limitations make you the wonderful disaster you most probably are."
Nick Cave
24/11/14
 |
| © Iain Forsyth e Jane Pollard | 20,000 Days On Earth |
“Memory is what we are. Your very soul and your very reason to be alive are tied up in memory.”
Nick Cave, in 20,000 Days On Earth
23/11/14
© Iain Forsyth & Jane Pollard, 2014
"All our days are numbered. We cannot afford to be idle. To act on a bad idea is better that to not act at all... wbecause the worth of the idea never becomes apparent until you do it. Sometimes this idea can be the smallest thing in the world, a little flame that you hunch over and cup with your hand and pray will not be extinguished by all the storm that howls about it. If you can hold on to that flame great things can be constructed around it that are massive and powerful and world-changing... all held up by the tineast ideas."
Nick Cave, in 20,000 on earth (pode ser visto aqui)
05/09/14
12/08/14
Foi assim.
 |
| © Dominique Issermann | Nick Cave & Susie Bick |
Tal como ele [Nick Cave] diz, já perto do fim de 20,000 Days: “A primeira vez que vi a Susie foi no Victoria and Albert Museum em Londres. E quando ela entrou, todas as coisas que me deixaram obcecado durante anos, fotografias de estrelas de cinema, a Jenny Agutter no lago, a Anita Ekberg na fonte... os concursos de miss Universo, Marilyn Monroe e Jennifer Jones e Bo Derek... as bailarinas do Bolshoi e as ginastas russas… as miúdas da piscina de Wangaratta deitadas no betão a escaldar... toda a cascata interminável de informação erótica... se juntou naquele momento, num big bang avassalador, e eu fiquei rendido a ela. Foi assim.”
Subscrever:
Mensagens (Atom)