"Once there came a man"

Once there came a man

Who said:

“Range me all men of the world in rows.”

And instantly

There was a terrific clamor among the people

Against being ranged in rows.

There was a loud quarrel, world-wide.

It endured for ages;

And blood was shed

By those who would not stand in rows,

And by those who pined to stand in rows.

Eventually, the man went to death, weeping.

And those who stayed in the bloody scuffle

Knew not the great simplicity.

"Carnets II"

"L'homme n'est rien de lui-même. Il n'est qu'une chance infinie. Mais il est le responsable infini de cette chance".

"Structures of Subjectivity: Explorations in Psychoanalytic, Phenomenology and Contextualism"

“The permanentizing of transience, the infinitizing of finitude, the circular ordering of chaos (...)"

“Quero ser livre insincero"

“Quero ser livre insincero

Sem crença, dever ou posto.

Prisões, nem de amor as quero.

Não me amem, porque não gosto.

Quando canto o que não minto

E choro o que sucedeu,

É que esqueci o que sinto

E julgo que não sou eu.

De mim mesmo viandante

Olho as músicas na aragem,

E a minha mesma alma errante

É uma canção de viagem.”

"Negotiations"

"[...] we’re riddled with pointless talk, insane quantities of words and images. Stupidity’s never blind or mute. So it’s not a problem of getting people to express themselves but of providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people expressing themselves but rather force them to express themselves; What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, and ever rarer, thing that might be worth saying".

“Motivo”

"Eu canto porque o instante existe
e a minha vida está completa.
Não sou alegre nem sou triste: 

sou poeta.

(...)."

“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”

“They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.”