Posts filed under 'Less Thinking, More Feeling'
I wish I could start all over again. Again.
Leave everything behind, unknown, free…
All words seem inappropriate, all feelings a mistake.
Add comment September 17, 2009
I´ve Got Nothing To Say!
©LilianaRodrigues
Lately I´ve been into collage. And many of these are a reaction to something I´ve experienced myself, read or listened to. Such is the case here. “I´ve Got Nothing To Say!” is a kick out of several situations:
- “Ask me Anything”, a song I really like by THE STROKES;
- as posted by universaljukebox on YouTube, in this excellent version the song is put together with Woody Allen footage
- and the article Douglas Haddow published on Addbusters on July 29th and which annoyed a great lot of people! I´ve been meaning to comment on it for a while now but never really got around to… well, this post is in its way also my response to it, except for in visual terms.
With these collages I am underlying – as it has been stated enough by others before me – that new content can indeed arise from quotation. Let us get over the same old dicussion on how much “stealing” has been done or how much the authors´ rights have been disrespected to embrace the idea that something as touched you in a way that you just have to do something about it! And the greatest thing is, with the tools available today and for the first time, you can do more than just talk to a couple of close friends about your referencies and how meaningfull you think they are, you can really be trigger to respond or react to something creatively!
Add comment September 9, 2008
The Answering Machine
Some people have extremely long voice messages on their mobile mail box or answering machine. Not me. I have none. And I am always upset when someone else´s voice message after a zelaous introduction explains the obvious to me, that I can leave a message after the beep.
On his hand, his friends complained how short and dry his voice message was. “I am not there”, without an explanation nor a promise to follow up the received call with another call. “That´s just plain rude!” they kept on telling him. But the truth was the reset button was stuck and there was nothing he could do now to exchange the already programmed voice message despite regretting it. And so, he is forced to sit longer and longer next to the phone to be able to answer every incomming call. He has been living a very strange life ever since.
Add comment September 4, 2008
Marching Bands and Dying Kings!
©LilianaRodrigues
©LilianaRodrigues
©LilianaRodrigues
©LilianaRodrigues
I admit.
It started out long ago but it got worse recently.
Everyday I dare to dream a bit longer. I used to pulled it off only in specific occasions. Now I take pleasure in carrying out my little performance everyday, for instance on my way to work. I always choose a different song and walk to its rhythm and mood between A and B, and then I know it is over. But until I get there I dream everything is brilliant, everything is as I always wished it to be!
The sun warms my face and belly, I have flowers in my hair and freckles.
Unexpected and frightfull things may take place but sweet and fantastic also awaits.
In my reverie I am finally able to impress you. And that´s my little revenge. Or, you step out of my past and we can finally amend things.
All that is beautifull and fair finds its place and I feel good. I am no longer messed up.
Sometimes I have to think a little hard to figure out if it has really happened or not…
Add comment September 2, 2008
Living on Super 8
Photo: Roseihardy, Strait Towards The Sun, Flickr
A number of memories, feelings and expectations crossed my mind as I discovered this photo by Roseihardy in Flickr last week.
Its retro but yet familiar look makes me feel it is about me, giving proof of something that either has happened or is about to, of something I deeply know but I am not able to make out completely.
I did live by the water most of my life…
It made me think of the long summers of my childhood, when me and my cousin were literally left to our luck to live on the beach for three whole months untill school started again.
It reminds me of that little humid white house by the beach, full of books, were I learned about love, poetry and beauty.
It makes me think of a locked and far away house, slowly decaying, slowly disappearing into oblivion, as if a giant silent ship sinking, with my books – moths having a feast on my books -, the hurtfull shoes lying around as unsuspected houses for the spiders, the embalmed smell of a loved one… all traces coming to an end…
Little by little I am pushed into a strange exile, a place where there´s no belonging…. it all misteriously dissolves just as the chemicals reacting in an old photograph.
I turn my back away to all hurtfull things and carry nothing with me …
I am as if naked and unexpectedly completely released
Between past and future
memories of the sea
It´s the greatest feeling
one of Glory
Nina Simone – Ain’t Got No…I’ve Got Life
Add comment August 18, 2008
