Oh poor Lady Da Grind,
She did so sob...
Oh she cried
And pled and trembled
Cause the dream kiss
In no way resembled
The tender mouth
For which she sighed.
Manuela Cardiga
Saturday, 30 November 2013
LADY DA GRIND MISSED A KISS
Oh poor Lady Da Grind,
She did so sob...
Oh she cried
And pled and trembled
Cause the dream kiss
In no way resembled
The tender mouth
For which she sighed.
Friday, 29 November 2013
THE INK BLOT GUEST SPOT: "Faerie Tale" by Grant Harbison
Suffering Socrates
I’m awoken with fright
For once again that mischievous young sprite
Has set my alarm for the middle of the night
Blurry and beat I stumble out of bed
Trip over the cat and land on my head
The pain is immense as I lay on the floor
But I try to persevere and crawl to the door
As I get to the door the wind slams it shut
Dazed and confused I sit on my butt
Mustering strength I continue to toil
To the sanctuary of the of the kitchen and the kettle to boil
When I get there I find the power has been cut
And stare at the sympathetic face of my mutt
Moaning and cursing I head to the porch
I need light
Need to find my torch
When I get back to the bedroom
I’m far from amused
Because the fucking sock faerie thinks she’s got me screwed
For she’s mixed up my socks and stolen my shoes
I’m awoken with fright
For once again that mischievous young sprite
Has set my alarm for the middle of the night
Blurry and beat I stumble out of bed
Trip over the cat and land on my head
The pain is immense as I lay on the floor
But I try to persevere and crawl to the door
As I get to the door the wind slams it shut
Dazed and confused I sit on my butt
Mustering strength I continue to toil
To the sanctuary of the of the kitchen and the kettle to boil
When I get there I find the power has been cut
And stare at the sympathetic face of my mutt
Moaning and cursing I head to the porch
I need light
Need to find my torch
When I get back to the bedroom
I’m far from amused
Because the fucking sock faerie thinks she’s got me screwed
For she’s mixed up my socks and stolen my shoes
Grant Harbison
Loving This Living Moment
Oh you are
My constant
Silly smile;
I look a fool
And love it
Oh you are
The spark
I am here,
And love it.
My constant
Silly smile;
I look a fool
And love it
Oh you are
The spark
That lights my eyes;
I feel alive
And love it
Oh you are
My senses devouring
The dazzling present;
And the delicious treasure
Of anticipating
Pleasure.
I feel alive
And love it
Oh you are
My senses devouring
The dazzling present;
And the delicious treasure
Of anticipating
Pleasure.
I am here,
And love it.
Manuela Cardiga
Thursday, 28 November 2013
About maths and truths and lies and loneliness
THE BINARY CODE IS A GODDAM LIE!
Lets count one - nothing - one- nothing....
STOP!
Go back...
Start again and count: one...nothing...one...nothing....
So where is the other "one"? You know, the other number that would make it Binary. That is what binary means, supposedly. Anything with a "bi" in it means two.
TWO. Not one....nothing!
This just goes to confirm what I've always believed.
Mathematics is a language for lies.
A clumsy language too; pretending to be precise, when all it is is crude.
Rude AND crude; and crass.
You can't tell stories with just Maths. You just can't. The lovely liquidy flow of words tripping off your tongue, painting pictures, planting image-seeds in minds? Can't do it with Mathematics. What you CAN do, is dress up "facts".
Maths is also great for reducing things people don't really want to think about, to shift awkward amounts of money, poverty and whatnot about. You can shore up ridiculous theories, explain away most things, discard responsibility, and also "prove" why apparently reasonable solutions are just plain impossible!
But I tell you one thing, they can't refute THIS!
The Binary Code is a fraud. Disprove THAT! Go on.
Let me show you.
COUNT! There you stand alone.
Count: one...nothing...one...nothing....
That is only ONE. You, alone. That is who and what you are. ONE.
Now, drop the bloody phone, or step away from the mirror or what ever substitute of one you have been using to tell yourself you a Binary Code sort of person. Look at the person across from you.
Count: ONE
Count again: ONE
Lean over, and say it:
"I count You. ONE. You COUNT."
Now smile. That is NOT a "one...nothing...one...nothing" count.
Specially if your other ONE smiles back.
So now that you can count: one...one...one...; you get up, take that other person's hand and hum to the lovely sound of the stuttering drumming numbers leading your feet to dance.
THAT is a Binary Dance...one-two, one-two.
Go on, take a chance.
Forget the bloody Mathematical statistics proving probable failure.
Dance.
Manuela Cardiga
Lets count one - nothing - one- nothing....
STOP!
Go back...
Start again and count: one...nothing...one...nothing....
So where is the other "one"? You know, the other number that would make it Binary. That is what binary means, supposedly. Anything with a "bi" in it means two.
TWO. Not one....nothing!
This just goes to confirm what I've always believed.
Mathematics is a language for lies.
A clumsy language too; pretending to be precise, when all it is is crude.
Rude AND crude; and crass.
You can't tell stories with just Maths. You just can't. The lovely liquidy flow of words tripping off your tongue, painting pictures, planting image-seeds in minds? Can't do it with Mathematics. What you CAN do, is dress up "facts".
Maths is also great for reducing things people don't really want to think about, to shift awkward amounts of money, poverty and whatnot about. You can shore up ridiculous theories, explain away most things, discard responsibility, and also "prove" why apparently reasonable solutions are just plain impossible!
But I tell you one thing, they can't refute THIS!
The Binary Code is a fraud. Disprove THAT! Go on.
Let me show you.
COUNT! There you stand alone.
Count: one...nothing...one...nothing....
That is only ONE. You, alone. That is who and what you are. ONE.
Now, drop the bloody phone, or step away from the mirror or what ever substitute of one you have been using to tell yourself you a Binary Code sort of person. Look at the person across from you.
Count: ONE
Count again: ONE
Lean over, and say it:
"I count You. ONE. You COUNT."
Now smile. That is NOT a "one...nothing...one...nothing" count.
Specially if your other ONE smiles back.
So now that you can count: one...one...one...; you get up, take that other person's hand and hum to the lovely sound of the stuttering drumming numbers leading your feet to dance.
THAT is a Binary Dance...one-two, one-two.
Go on, take a chance.
Forget the bloody Mathematical statistics proving probable failure.
Dance.
Manuela Cardiga
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
This breathless moment just before...
There are moments when it seems you stand with your hands so full of promises of joy: dreams hatching and trembling to life between your fingers, that none of it seems real.
It seems too much, your heart is too full, the hopes are too great to be contained.
I'm standing here exactly like that. I have worked so hard for this moment - all my life I think - and now that is here, I can't for the life of me decide if i should laugh or cry.
I'm standing here exactly like that. I have worked so hard for this moment - all my life I think - and now that is here, I can't for the life of me decide if i should laugh or cry.
I am too used to hard paths, and burdens, and bruised knees. I am too used to getting on my toes to dance even with no music, just on the off chance that maybe mid-twirl some God will prance in and teach me some practical magic to make things real.
Oh so now, what do I do?
Oh so now, what do I do?
My hands are quite full, the hatchlings are clinging to my fingers and stretching their wings, and me (like a fool) can only stand here with my mouth hanging open as all these dreams unspool, become true things, and challenge me to dance for real.
Manuela Cardiga
Manuela Cardiga
Monday, 25 November 2013
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LANÇAMENTO INTERNACIONAL DE AUTORA PORTUGUESA NA FNAC DE CASCAIS
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GUILTY PLEASURES
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