"Livro do Desassossego"

 

"Etnopsiquiatria"

 

"Etnopsiquiatria" (1978)

 

"Auto-retrato com Radiador"

 

"A Alegria da Dúvida"

 

"The mind of an intelligent person is like a bright mirror; reflecting, it does not receive; in responding to stimulus it accords with things; harmonizing but not advocating. Therefore, he is able to manage things without injury. This is what is called the marvelous Tao of unsurpassed perfect truth."

Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing in it to steal.

Ryokan returned and caught him. “You may have come a long way to visit me,” he told the prowler, “and you shoud not return emptyhanded. Please take my clothes as a gift.”

The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away.

Ryokan sat naked, watching the moon. “Poor fellow,” he mused, “I wish I could give him this beautiful moon.”

"A Banalidade do Mal"

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"Armoire anthropomorphe" (1939)

 

"Pulp Fiction" (1994)

“- Mia Wallace: Don't you hate that?

- Vincent Vega: What?

- Mia Wallace: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

- Vincent Vega: I don't know. That's a good question.

- Mia Wallace: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.”

"Also sprach Zarathustra"

“Three metamorphoses of the spirit I relate to you: how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child.”

“The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a sacred 'Yes.' For the game of creation, my brothers, a sacred 'Yes' is needed: the spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers his own world.”

"Corpus Hermeticum"

"Close your eyes and let the mind expand. Let no fear of death or darkness arrest its course. Allow the mind to merge with Mind. Let it flow out upon the great curve of consciousness. Let it soar on the wings of the great bird of duration, up to the very Circle of Eternity."

 

"DA CALMA FEZ-SE O VENTO"

 

 

"When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I'm even pleased that I'm falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful. And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn."

 

 

 

 

 

"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.”

 

 

“Sobre a Democracia e Outros Estudos” (1927)

 

 

"Ressurreição"

 

"Há muitos metros entre um animal que voa
E a escada que desço para me sentar no chão
Mas basta-me um quadrado de sossego
Para a distância absoluta

Está para além do que se vê a janela onde me debruço definitivo
Não é uma aparição
Nem se pode alcançar sem se ir em frente caindo

Só no fim da paisagem estou de pé como um para-quedista que desce
Suspenso como os santos num arroubo místico
Erguido como um anjo em suas asas
E sinto-me ser alto como um astro. Nuvem
Como se fosse um homem
Que levita"

"We need solitude, because when we're alone, we're free from obligations, we don't need to put on a show, and we can hear our own thoughts."

 

"Liberdade" (1939)

"Não ficarei tão só no campo da arte,
e, ânimo firme, sobranceiro e forte,
tudo farei por ti para exaltar-te,
serenamente, alheio à própria sorte.

Para que eu possa um dia contemplar-te
dominadora, em férvido transporte,
direi que és bela e pura em toda parte,
por maior risco em que essa audácia importe.

Queira-te eu tanto, e de tal modo em suma,
que não exista força humana alguma
que esta paixão embriagadora dome.

E que eu por ti, se torturado for,
possa feliz, indiferente à dor,
morrer sorrindo a murmurar teu nome."

"We do not need to reveal ourselves to others, but only to those we love. For then we are no longer revealing ourselves in order to seem but in order to give. There is much more strength in a man who reveals himself only when it is necessary. I have suffered from being alone, but because I have been able to keep my secret I have overcome the suffering of loneliness. To go right to the end implies knowing how to keep one’s secret. And, today, there is no greater joy than to live alone and unknown."

"Ofício"

"Os poemas que não fiz não os fiz porque estava
dando ao meu corpo aquela espécie de alma
que não pôde a poesia nunca dar-lhe

Os poemas que fiz só os fiz porque estava
pedindo ao corpo aquela espécie de alma
que somente a poesia pode dar-lhe

Assim devolve o corpo a poesia
que se confunde com o duro sopro
de quem está vivo e às vezes não respira."

 

 

 

"Mock Orange"

"It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.

I hate them.
I hate them as I hate sex,
the man’s mouth
sealing my mouth, the man’s
paralyzing body—

and the cry that always escapes,
the low, humiliating
premise of union—

In my mind tonight
I hear the question and pursuing answer
fused in one sound
that mounts and mounts and then
is split into the old selves,
the tired antagonisms. Do you see?
We were made fools of.
And the scent of mock orange
drifts through the window.

How can I rest?
How can I be content
when there is still
that odor in the world?"

 

 

"Existência"

 

 

"1984"

“In the end the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their position demanded it. Not merely the validity of experience, but the very existence of external reality, was tacitly denied by their philosophy. The heresy of heresies was common sense. And what was terrifying was not that they would kill you for thinking otherwise, but that they might be right. For, after all, how do we know that two and two make four? Or that the force of gravity works? Or that the past is unchangeable? If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable—what then?”

"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you."

"Não Sei"

"Poéticos, os deuses?
Eles não têm sangue.

Debaixo do céu inerte,
a ave que foi trespassada
e cai como um trapo
no tronco de árvore de Botticelli
tinha sangue.
Ou a pantera
do Jardin des Plantes
que incansavelmente
percorre a sua jaula
de um lado para o outro,
cerrando lentamente as pálpebras
sobre o mundo, tem sangue.

Ou as três gotas de sangue na neve
que causam o assombro
abismado de Parsifal
têm origem viva, que se torna poética
quando chegam a ele.

A poesia
são gotas, inúmeras,
secas ou ainda frescas,
sangue, sempre sangue,
o preço líquido
que a vida paga
pela fuga constante
a si mesma,
a caminho
do que não existia
antes de
ela lá ter chegado.

A poesia
quer que cheguemos,
aonde ela chegou.

– E chegamos?

Claro que não.

– E os deuses?

Esses incutem
pavor e esperança:
pavor na vida que temos,
feita do pó do universo,
esperança em chegar a eles
depois dela.

– E chegamos?

Não sei. A qual deles?"