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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Project X

Field of Vision - Project X from Field Of Vision on Vimeo.

A top-secret handbook takes viewers on an undercover journey to Titanpointe, the site of a hidden partnership. Narrated by Rami Malek and Michelle Williams, and based on classified NSA documents, Project X reveals the inner workings of a windowless skyscraper in downtown Manhattan.

This film is the product of a joint reporting project between Field of Vision and The Intercept.

Directed by Laura Poitras and Henrik Moltke

Read an interview with the director here:

See more from Field of Vision here:

Harold Pinter - American Football

(A Reflection upon the Gulf War)


It works.
We blew the shit out of them.

We blew the shit right back up their own ass

And out their fucking ears.


It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!


Praise the Lord for all good things.


We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.


Praise the Lord for all good things.


We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.


We did it.


Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.


"Democracy" by the late and great Leonard Cohen, played on piano by Amanda Palmer, words by Neil Gaiman.

Watch the video by David Mack and Olga Nunes
This project was funded by 9,408 people
All download proceeds benefit PEN america:

Limited prints of this original artwork by Vladimir Zimakov, with *all proceeds* benefitting PEN america (an organization that defends and protects the rights writers and journalists, sorely needed in the upcoming era of Trump) available



released December 22, 2016
artwork by vladimir zimakov (

written by leonard cohen

neil gaiman - vocals
recorded by patrick o'leary at john marshall media studio in new york city.
amanda palmer - piano
recorded by prasanna bishop at akashic studio in boulder, colorado

etienne abelin - violin
ola sendecki - violin
david schnee - viola
lukas raaflaub - cello

recorded by benjamin gut at idee und klang studio in basel, switzerland
arranged, mixed and mastered by jherek bischoff

Barbara Kruger


Barbara Kruger

Untitled (Know nothing, Believe anything, Forget everything)
Screenprint on vinyl
Overall: 274.32 x 342.05 cm (108 x 134 11/16 in.)
National Gallery of Art, Washington, Gift of the Collectors Committee, Sharon and John D. Rockefeller IV, Howard and Roberta Ahmanson, Denise and Andrew Saul, Lenore S. and Bernard A. Greenberg Fund, Agnes Gund, and Michelle Smith
© Barbara Kruger



Barbara Kruger

Untitled (We don’t need another hero)
Silkscreen on vinyl
Overall: 276.54 x 531.34 x 6.35 cm (108 7/8 x 209 3/16 x 2 1/2 in.)
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. Gift from the Emily Fisher Landau Collection
© Barbara Kruger

Jameson Fitzpatrick - I Woke Up

and it was political.
I made coffee and the coffee was political.
I took a shower and the water was.
I walked down the street in short shorts and a Bob Mizer tank top
and they were political, the walking and the shorts and the beefcake
silkscreen of the man posing in a G-string. I forgot my sunglasses
and later, on the train, that was political,
when I studied every handsome man in the car.
Who I thought was handsome was political.
I went to work at the university and everything was
very obviously political, the department and the institution.
All the cigarettes I smoked between classes were political,
where I threw them when I was through.
I was blond and it was political.
So was the difference between “blond” and “blonde.”
I had long hair and it was political. I shaved my head and it was.
That I didn’t know how to grieve when another person was killed in America
was political, and it was political when America killed another person,
who they were and what color and gender and who I am in relation.
I couldn’t think about it for too long without feeling a helplessness
like childhood. I was a child and it was political, being a boy
who was bad at it. I couldn’t catch and so the ball became political.
My mother read to me almost every night
and the conditions that enabled her to do so were political.
That my father’s money was new was political, that it was proving something.
Someone called me faggot and it was political.
I called myself a faggot and it was political.
How difficult my life felt relative to how difficult it was
was political. I thought I could become a writer
and it was political that I could imagine it.
I thought I was not a political poet and still
my imagination was political.
It had been, this whole time I was asleep.

Prequel - Saints

Prequel's back with more of the soulful, jazz-tinged productions that got our attention first time round with his debut EP, our 3rd release: 'POLITE STRANGERS'. The record proved a hit with the likes of Gilles Peterson, Osunlade, Recloose, Mister Saturday Night, Ben UFO and garnered a cult following amongst music lovers, spreading the word of the label farther afield in the process.
Holding the fort as Rhythm Section ambassador down under, Prequel has stepped things up for his sophomore EP, incorporating spoken word, subtle vocal lines and the same instrumental flourishes that drew us in the first time round.
This is a record with a message, a record that speaks from the soul, an homage and above all a very serious artistic statement.
We are proud to present Freedom Jazz Dance as our 13th offering on RS INTL.

Medo do Medo



Ouve o que eu te digo, vou-te contar um segredo,
é muito lucrativo que o mundo tenha medo,
medo da gripe, são mais uns medicamentos,
vem outra estirpe reforçar os dividendos,
medo da crise e do crime como já vimos no filme,
medo de ti e de mim, medo dos tempos,
medo que seja tarde, medo que seja cedo
e medo de assustar-me se me apontares o dedo,
medo de cães e de insectos, medo da multidão,
medo do chão e do tecto, medo da solidão,
medo de andar de carro, medo do avião,
medo de ficar gordo velho e sem um tostão,
medo do olho da rua e do olhar do patrão
e medo de morrer mais cedo do que a prestação,
medo de não ser homem e de não ser jovem,
medo dos que morrem e medo do não!

Medo de Deus e medo da polícia,
medo de não ir para o céu e medo da justiça,
medo do escuro, do novo e do desconhecido,
medo do caos e do povo e de ficar perdido,
sozinho, sem guito e bem longe do ninho,
medo do vinho, do grito e medo do vizinho,
medo do fumo, do fogo, da água do mar,
medo do fundo do poço, do louco e do ar,
medo do medo, medo do medicamento,
medo do raio, do trovão e do tormento,
medo pelos meus e medo de acidentes,
medo de judeus, negros, árabes, chineses,
medo do "eu bem te disse", medo de dizer tolice,
medo da verdade, da cidade e do apocalipse,
o medo da bancarrota e o medo do abismo,
o medo de abrir a boca e do terrorismo.

Medo da doença, das agulhas e dos hospitais,
medo de abusar, de ser chato e de pedir demais,
de não sermos normais, de sermos poucos,
medo dos roubos dos outros e de sermos loucos,
medo da rotina e da responsabilidade,
medo de ficar para tia e medo da idade,
com isto compro mais cremes e ponho um alarme,
com isto passo mais cheques e adormeço tarde,
se não tomar a pastilha, se não ligar à família,
se não tiver um gorila à porta de vigília,
compro uma arma, agarro a mala, fecho o condomínio,
olho por cima do ombro, defendo o meu domínio,
protejo a propriedade que é privada e invade-me
a vontade de por grade à volta da realidade,
do país e da cidade, do meu corpo e identidade,
da casa e da sociedade, família e cara-metade...
tenho tanto medo... nós temos tanto medo... tenho tanto medo...


o medo paga a farmácia, aceita a vigilância,
o medo paga à máfia pela segurança,
o medo teme de tudo por isso paga o seguro,
por isso constrói o muro e mantém a distância!

Eles têm medo de que não tenhamos medo!