terça-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2009

Fora de Serviço

Comigo não foi preciso esperar uns dias. Quando vi o espectáculo anterior dos ERS no Teatro Nacional de Bruxelas, uma voz anunciava qualquer coisa como: "GATZ, pelo Elevator Repair Service, vai começar dentro de 5 minutos no segundo andar. Pedimos aos espectadores para utilizarem as escadas, já que o elevador está avariado."

quinta-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2009

Ano novo

Lido no enterro de Pinter, tão bem descrito aqui.
Para o Olímpio (já passou um ano). E para alguns mais.
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.
T. S. Eliot, "Little Gidding", Four Quartets