stop pointing fingers and do something for yourself

spinning the wheel

do labor da escrita

"To the young writers, I would merely say, "Try to develop actual work habits, and even though you have a busy life, try to reserve an hour say—or more—a day to write." Some very good things have been written on an hour a day. . . . So, take it seriously, you know, just set a quota. Try to think of communicating with some ideal reader somewhere. Try to think of getting into print. Don't be content just to call yourself a writer and then bitch about the crass publishing world that won't run your stuff. We're still a capitalist country, and writing to some degree is a capitalist enterprise, when it's not a total sin to try to make a living and court an audience. "Read what excites you," would be advice, and even if you don't imitate it you will learn from it. . . . I would like to think that in a country this large—and a language even larger—that there ought to be a living in it for somebody who cares, and wants to entertain and instruct a reader."
John Updike
daqui

Quando a beleza...

Quando a beleza se funde 


com o espírito


há explosões


que vêm de dentro


quando a beleza se funde


com o espírito


há mundos que se abrem


loucura


criação


quando a beleza se funde


com o espírito


há aves livres


banquetes


celebração


quando a beleza se funde


com o espírito


és tu à mesa


és tu ao balcão


quando a beleza se funde


com o espírito


já não há mais mercado


nem prisão




A.Pedro Ribeiro
tripnaarcada.blogspot.com

explore dream discover

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

pigeon crumbs

a nossa migalha pode ser

de melhor ou pior qualidade

que a do vizinho.

mas no fundo todos

comemos como pombos.

e calamos.

Whalt Whitman, do génio

“Dificilmente saberás quem sou ou o que significo

Todavia dar-te-ei saúde,

E filtrando o teu sangue dar-te-ei vigor

Se à primeira não me encontrares, não desanimes,

Se não estiver num lugar, procura-me noutro,

Algures estarei à tua espera.”

Walt Whitman, Canto de Mim Mesmo