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luís soares

Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Mavorte

Um Corpo Estranho convida A Garota Não - Mavorte

Nunca na vida pensaste em mudar,
Porque não era amor,
Nem sequer era amor,
Mesmo de alma quebrada, de unhas gastas na pedra do tempo,
Não te serve o castigo nem te dobra a dentada da moral
Quem sabe assim, alguma luz ainda sobre no final?

Não sei expressar o que dói sendo que a tua partida é minha
Culpa. Era amor, só por amor te podia agarrar
Mesmo quando estás por perto faz-me falta a tua ausência
É amor, só por amor me prometi contrariar.

Nunca, na raiva, no grito, pensei em cair
Porque não era amor,
Nem sequer era amor.
Mesmo frio de desejo ou de boca em chama no teu corpo
Não me serve o silêncio e pouco mais retiro da partilha
E acho graça a qualquer luz ao vermos que o sol já não brilha.

Dei ouvidos a fantasmas, acreditei em visões
Por amor, só por amor fiz ressoar tambores de Mavorte
Contra mim mesmo actuei ao entrar no labirinto
do amor, só por amor não resisti à nossa sorte.

(Nunca na sombra, no abismo, na cisma,
Nunca na raiva, no dedo apontado
Nunca na espera, no peito fechado
Sempre na luz, no amor como prisma
Nunca na ponta da faca, da flecha
Nunca no prego, na cruz ou na lança
Nunca na morte, na desconfiança
Sempre na luz, no amor como brecha )

E se o amor não chega
Nada vai chegar

FICHA TÉCNICA

ÁUDIO:
Música e Letra: UM CORPO ESTRANHO
Convidada: A GAROTA NÃO
Mistura e Masterização: SÉRGIO MENDES
2021 MALAFAMADO RECORDS

VíDEO:
Produzido por GARAGEM e SOUZA FILMES
Um Filme de ANTÓNIO ALEIXO
Fotografia de JOÃO BERNARDO SOUZA
Primeiro Assistente de Câmara LISA PERSSON
Gaffer e Grip JOÃO BORDEIRA
Com JOÃO MOTA, CÁTIA MAZARI OLIVEIRA, PEDRO FRANCO e SÉRGIO MIENDES

Agradecimento Especial a RITA BATISTA, MARTA e NUNO

Rocky Trail

One more time
Let’s say you give me one more time
One last chance to speak again
Let’s start from what we left unsaid
and here we go
Brave enough to go climbing a wall
so high that no sunlight is seen through winter
Brave enough to go traveling around the world
without money to eat or sleep for

Seeing what you can do with your hands and feet
I feel there is no question about it:
Almost anything you can imagine
Almost any goal
You will get there

I wish you had been more of a talker
Not the kind that is just flapping his lips
And not the kind that looks away
But learns through his eyes when somebody is watching
Maybe you could have told me
There was a world on your shoulders that needed lifting
Maybe I could have helped you with that
The weight is not easy I know
But you never know.

I thought your shoes were good
I thought they would take you to the end of any road
I thought your back was strong
I should have carried you to the top of the rocky I trail
I should have carried you to the top of the rocky trail

How am I to know about your problems and your load
I am blind to what you show
I am waiting to be told
I never ask

How am I to know about your problems and your load
I am blind to what you show
I am waiting to be told
I never ask

The Darkness That You Fear

“The Darkness That You Fear is a hopeful piece of music. When we found the combination of the different voices worked set to the flow of the music it made us feel optimistic, like it was something we wanted to share.” - Tom Rowlands

The video is directed by @Ruffmercy “When I first heard the song I immediately connected with the theme and the overall positive vibe. New government rules for relaxing lockdown had been announced and combined with the sun shining, it left me feeling positive about the forthcoming summer. It also triggered a strong sense of nostalgia that led to me going back to look for visual inspiration from the period in time when I first discovered The Chemical Brothers in the mid ’90’s. The video combines archive rave footage from the mid to late 90’s with hand painted Super 8 film textures and hand drawn animation. I love using colour to create chaos and evoke emotions and this was the perfect project to do that.”

Director: RUFFMERCY @ruffmercy
Production Company: @myaccompliceldn
Executive Producer Jamie Clark
Producer: Richard Grewe @richardgrewe
Editor: Charlie Reddie @ Stitch @stitchediting
Picture Researcher: Susi Paz
Commissioner: Ailsa Robertson
Directors Rep: Alexa Haywood @freeagentuk
Additional Animation: Patch D. Keyes @patch_d_keyes
Shouts outs to Little Kev and @kinolibrary

Vocal samples: Caroline Ellis on The Bugaloos’ “The Senses Of Our World” (1970) & John Ellison on “I’ll Be Loving You" by Soul Brothers Six (1967)

Amy Sherald

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Amy Sherald (American b. Columbus, GA 1973, lives Baltimore) received her MFA in Painting from Maryland Institute College of Art (2004) and BA in Painting from Clark-Atlanta University (1997), and was a Spelman College International Artist-in-Residence in Portobelo, Panama (1997). In 2016, Sherald was the first woman to win the Outwin Boochever Portrait Competition grand prize; an accompanying exhibition, The Outwin 2016, has been on tour since 2016 and opened at the Kemper Museum, Kansas City, MO in October 2017. Sherald has had solo shows at venues including Monique Meloche Gallery, Chicago (2016); Reginald F. Lewis Museum, Baltimore (2013); and University of North Carolina, Sonja Haynes Stone Center, Chapel Hill (2011). In May 2018, she will present a solo exhibition at Contemporary Art Museum, St. Louis, MO. Group exhibitions include Southern Accent, Nasher Museum of Art at Duke University, Durham, NC (2016), travelled to Speed Museum of Art, Louisville, KY (2017); and Face to Face: Los Angeles Collects Portraiture, California African American Museum, Los Angeles (2017). Residencies include Odd Nerdrum Private Study, Larvik, Norway (2005); Tong Xion Art Center, Beijing, China (2008); Creative Art Alliance, Baltimore (2016); and Joan Mitchell Foundation, New Orleans (2017). Public collections include Embassy of the United States, Dakar, Senegal; National Museum of Women in the Arts, Washington, D.C.; Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture, Washington, D.C.; Smithsonian National Portrait Gallery, Washington, D.C.; The Columbus Museum, Columbus, GA; Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art, Kansas City, MO; and Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, NC.

Colville

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From Granta:

Among the Native men, among the rush of rivers and mountains of Omak and Okanogan on the Colville Reservation in Northern Washington, where Fergus Thomas traveled to photograph a bare back horse relay and a ‘suicide” race, the word for horse is kəwáp and the word for the race is q̓ʷq̓ʷuƛ̕aʔxnm.

Genet por Giacometti

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Alberto Giacometti - Jean Genet (1954 or 1955)

Genet was among the leading French writers of the twentieth century. Seeing himself as an outsider, he celebrated his homosexuality and criminal past in his work. He also wrote a short book on Giacometti. Like many of Giacometti’s portraits, this work uses a reduced palette of colours, and gradually builds its likeness of Genet with a series of small tentative brushstrokes. This technique creates a tense, shifting outline around the figure, which parallels the rough, highly-worked surfaces of Giacometti’s sculptures.

Gallery label, November 2005

Seamus Heaney - The Railway Children

When we climbed the slopes of the cutting
We were eye-level with the white cups
Of the telegraph poles and the sizzling wires.

Like lovely freehand they curved for miles
East and miles west beyond us, sagging
Under their burden of swallows.

We were small and thought we knew nothing
Worth knowing. We thought words travelled the wires
In the shiny pouches of raindrops,

Each one seeded full with the light
Of the sky, the gleam of the lines, and ourselves
So infinitesimally scaled

We could stream through the eye of a needle.