Friday, December 11, 2015

Scenes worth a proof of God's existence













A Poem by Mario Quintana;
First of all, the ending of Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove/1964 ("We'll meet again" — Ross Parker and Hughie Charles, 1939; Vera Lynn's rendition);
Eduardo Dusek's Nostradamus;
Rita Lee's Baila Comigo;
Rita Lee's Barata Tonta;
Then a little Sid Vicius...
Evgny Kissin playing Scriabin (Etude Op. 42 N. 5);
Schubert's Fantasy in F minor (Lucas & Arthur Jussen);
Fita Amarela (Noel Rosa);
Manifesto Juliana Dorneles (experimental video by A/Z, for more see here);
Smithereens (Susan Seidelman, 1982) ["You know, I had this dream last night. The whole world had been blown up five years ago. Right to smithereens. And everyone was just floatin' around on parts of it. They hadn't even realized what had happened yet..."];
(to be continued...)

"E ele, o avião, A Coisa veio correndo para cima de nós, fazendo o barulho maior do mundo. Meu Deus!"
Rubem Fonseca, Madona (A Coleira do Cão)
"... vieron elevarse al doctor Alfredo Gama varios metros... cayó a viente pasos convertido en un informe montón de carne."
Mario Vargas Llosa (La guerra del fin del mundo) 
"Ontem, os Estados Unidos foram atingidos com força pelo ciclone BLIND FAITH."
Gerald Thomas, Entre Duas Fileiras
"... the flower burning in the Day..."
Allen Ginsberg
"Et maintenant, elle explose!"
Paul Virilio, L'Université du désastre
"... je saisis vos pirouettes..."
Julia Kristeva, Le vieil homme et les loups
"What does she care for the atom bomb, the bedbugs..."
William Burroughs, Naked Lunch
"... horror fades whereas comedy endures."
James St. James
"E, subitamente... um cataclisma, o órgão invisível desabrochou... Qualquer instante que se sucedesse àquele seria mais baixo e vazio. Queria subir e só a morte como um fim me daria o auge sem a queda."
Clarice Lispector, Perto do Coração Selvagem

"Il n'y a que les scorpions qui peuvent survivre."
Paco (interviewed by Hervé Guibert)
"So punk wasn't about decay, punk was about the apocalypse... You know, if you found out the missiles were on their way, you'd probably start saying what you always wanted to, you'd probably turn to your wife and say, 'you know, I always thought you were a fat cow."
Legs McNeil (Please Kill Me)
"The biggest effect on me growing up was the Cuban Missile Crisis. That explains my total drug thing, and nihilism, and why I felt I was running out of time... The Brother in Catholic School said, 'Don't worry, if those sirens start ringing, by ten this morning we will all be down in the gymnasium and we'll have concentrated wafers and water to last three months.' I though, 'Don't worry? The old Ground Zero for where the Russians would drop their missiles was Forty-second Street, and then they'd draw circles around it showing which areas would be hit the hardest. They'd say, 'you are in this circle, you're going to be incinerated immediately, and if you're in this circle you're going to die within two days of radiation sickness... I live in Manhattan in the first fucking zone, you know... Oh, it was total trauma..."
Jim Carroll (Please Kill Me)
"Eduardo Dusek começou sua carreira musical em 1974, assinando como Duardo e fazendo fama no circuito alternativo do Rio como um seguidor de David Bowie. Era o in do in fluminense por suas apresentações absurdamente privês, montadas em um apartamento duplex em Botafogo, onde moravam ele, seu parceiro Luis Antônio de Cássio e o ator Luiz Fernando Guimarães. Em 1977, acompanhado da Banda Furiosa, percorreu algumas capitais com o espetáculo Não tem perigo, elogiadíssimo... Mas o grande passo para as manchetes seria dado no festival MPB-80, onde defendeu a irônica 'Nostradamus', que narrava o fim do mundo, tocando de cartola, fraque e ceroula."
Ricardo Alexandre (Dias de Luta)

"Hiergegen hat der Kranke nur Ein großes Heilmittel, — ich nenne es den russischen Fatalismus, jenen Fatalismus ohne Revolte, mit dem sich ein russischer Soldat, dem der Feldzug zu hart wird, zuletzt in den Schnee legt."
Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
"Moral: Modern British (!) art will now be represented in the National Gallery of the Luxembourg by one of the finest paintings dues to the brush of an English (!) artist, name, Mr. Whistler's portrait of his mother."
Whistler/Illustrated London News
"And, by golly, we did..."
James St. James

"We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
'Till the blue skies
Drive the dark clouds far away..."

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