<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923</id><updated>2012-01-30T00:07:46.969Z</updated><title type='text'>os monstros são nossos amigos</title><subtitle type='html'>apontamentos para monstroário, por constantino corbain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. alguém afirmou que o trabalho faz-me falta. não se percebe o sentido implícito na afirmação. alguém afirmou que o trabalho faz-me falta por não considerar trabalho o que faço? ou por considerar nenhum ou pouco o trabalho que faço? seja como for, a repreensão tentada é palerma e nela ressoa com suficiência o cinismo de insígnias infames, como &lt;em&gt;arbeit macht frei&lt;/em&gt;. o trabalho não me faz falta como a alguém falta pagar o que deve. o meu trabalho é descobrir monstros, inclusive os meus. pelo que, se alguém - olha, quem mete super sem estricnina revelou-se - sente necessidade e é capaz de afirmar que o trabalho faz-me falta, suspeito que estou a conseguir fazer também e bem o meu trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conan o’brien, “and they call me mad?”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in and they call me mad?&lt;/span&gt;, third man records, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-358391950855935013?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/358391950855935013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/358391950855935013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/09/cxc.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8256659910190203106</id><published>2011-05-08T00:00:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:07:46.973Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. os monstros estão no meio de nós, percebemos, quando cada um de nós se conhece e reconhece sem a face de disfarce, a condição pela qual tentamos evitar o choque com o reflexo do que somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;einstürzende neubauten, “godzilla in mitte”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in berlin babylon&lt;/span&gt;, reihe ego, 2001.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8256659910190203106?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8256659910190203106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8256659910190203106'/><link 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apartamento e movimento, ligação e golpe, dobra e catarse, sofrimento sempre, como estranheza que se entranha e constitui íntima no intervalo dos pares e dos ímpares. não há salvação. que se preservem os amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam green, “goblin”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in minor love&lt;/span&gt;, rough trade records, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1509413830961876128?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1509413830961876128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1509413830961876128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/04/clxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6873317197415014090</id><published>2011-04-10T00:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:37:24.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o que caracteriza a monstruosidade é a raridade. o que significa que, como cada um de nós, qualquer monstro tende à solidão, condição de não ser comum, sendo por si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid congo &amp; the pink monkey birds, “rare as the yeti”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in dracula boots&lt;/span&gt;, in the red recordings, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6873317197415014090?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6873317197415014090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6873317197415014090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/04/clxxix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6951975658689407714</id><published>2011-04-03T18:45:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:36:47.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o festim, a fronteira, o fígado. a tragédia é permanente, o tempo parado que existia continua a existir. a humanidade está falida, falida no corpo, o sofrimento e o desespero correspondentes persistem. não há motivo para a ausência. as férias dos monstros acontecem apenas em sonhos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kira kira, “gremlin holiday”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in our map to the monster olympics&lt;/span&gt;, smekkleysa sm, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6951975658689407714?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6951975658689407714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6951975658689407714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/04/clxxviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-2764462962035249019</id><published>2011-03-20T23:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:47:58.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a margem da extinção, o corpo por e em si mesmo, prolongado sem reincarnação, &lt;em&gt;nouvelle vague&lt;/em&gt; para o pior. o estado de morto-vivo é como uma hipoteca, hipoteca que é executada na presença de quem estiver vivo, porque é a vida que desperta qualquer &lt;em&gt;zombie&lt;/em&gt; do torpor a que a morte o entregou e assistiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magnetic fields, “zombie boy”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in distortion&lt;/span&gt;, nonesuch records, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-2764462962035249019?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2764462962035249019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2764462962035249019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/03/clxxvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8191810354241793079</id><published>2011-03-06T00:00:00.023Z</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:49:31.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. através do assombro da morte chega o que a ela sucede, a devastação, em alguns casos, a ressurreição, quase nunca, a profanação, talvez. e depois há também a hipótese do cadáver adiado, da violência que dispensa orações e exéquias, a humanidade nos escombros da própria humanidade, cadáver ambulante, corpo morto que não está para a terra ou para o luto, que irrompe de si contra a iminência da morte que já aconteceu, para a continuar, não para a suprimir. o terror, o terror. somos tão assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partyline, “zombie terrorist”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in zombie terrorist&lt;/span&gt;, retard disco, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8191810354241793079?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8191810354241793079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8191810354241793079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/03/clxxvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4546881551805845081</id><published>2011-03-06T00:00:00.022Z</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:05:43.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:500%;" &gt;vii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4546881551805845081?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4546881551805845081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4546881551805845081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/03/ano-vii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6717621157392688750</id><published>2011-02-20T00:00:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:50:27.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. qualquer &lt;em&gt;zombie&lt;/em&gt; é o mistério da relação entre a identidade e a morte, do modo como uma e outra se implicam mútua e reciprocamente. a possibilidade de ser depois da morte é excêntrica, dizem uns, é interdita, dizem outros, é impossível, dizem os restantes, alguns dos quais como lamento. compreende-se. é difícil admitir um corpo ainda impregnado de vida depois da vida, com a comoção que qualquer corpo concede e consegue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sufjan stevens, “they are night zombies!! they are neighbors!! they have come back from de dead!! ahhh!”, &lt;em&gt;in illinois&lt;/em&gt;, asthmatic kitty, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6717621157392688750?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6717621157392688750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6717621157392688750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/02/clxxv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8781054421062259788</id><published>2011-02-06T00:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:36:03.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. pergunta-se se há vida depois da morte. mais do que o desejo de imortalidade, o mistério é a ânsia de sobrevivência, o corpo posto a extensão de si, como suporte acrescentado além da vida. às vezes a morte não é o sono que começa com o fim. também há insónias. se aí os monstros ainda são nossos amigos?, sim, são, continuam a ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slant 6, “inzombia”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in inzombia&lt;/span&gt;, dischord records, 1995.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8781054421062259788?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8781054421062259788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8781054421062259788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/02/clxxiv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-458965891832492211</id><published>2011-01-09T00:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:35:13.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a vida é uma temporada hardcore, para hardcœur. os pássaros voam, os vampiros também. as regras de voo são simples, valem pelo destino. o sangue deve ser &lt;strike&gt;servido&lt;/strike&gt; sorvido à temperatura do corpo antes da febre, da inflamação. o acto é terapêutico, embora não para ambas as partes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john &amp; jehn, “vampire”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in time for the devil&lt;/span&gt;, naïve records, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-458965891832492211?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/458965891832492211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/458965891832492211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2011/01/clxxii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5697491759035817372</id><published>2010-12-26T00:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:06:01.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. descobrir o sangue nas trincheiras abertas na carne, esta é a missão a que os vampiros se entregam e para a qual nos convidam antes da saciedade, para com eles fazermos uma sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasabian, “vlad the impaler”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in west ryder pauper lunatic asylum&lt;/span&gt;, rca / columbia records, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5697491759035817372?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5697491759035817372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5697491759035817372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/12/clxxi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-688933821827527793</id><published>2010-12-12T00:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:04:22.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a lei dos sangues é também uma lei sobre o que os domicilia. entre ir e voltar, processos que implicam tempos distintos, não há reconciliação. da avidez do sangue não corre o remorso preventivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i monster, “lust for a vampyr”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in a dense swarm of ancient stars&lt;/span&gt;, twins of evil, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-688933821827527793?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/688933821827527793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/688933821827527793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/12/clxx.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1121279035732177248</id><published>2010-11-28T00:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:03:54.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. do sangue pergunta-se o quê?, não a invisibilidade, não o timbre escarlate. esta é a hora dos vampiros em sinal fechado, atenção ao trânsito e à promessa dos corpos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les georges leningrad, “cocktail vampire”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in deux hot dogs moutarde chou&lt;/span&gt;, les records coco cognac, 2002.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1121279035732177248?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1121279035732177248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1121279035732177248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/11/clxix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6896108379722406757</id><published>2010-11-14T00:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:58:37.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a morte corresponde à zona do romance, à oportunidade de viver outra vez, oportunidade que quase ninguém deseja desperdiçar. que fazer?, fazer como os vampiros fazem, manter o sangue frio, demorá-lo, tornar a crescer, sobreviver. sobreviver a alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the go-betweens, “spirit of a vampyre”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in tallulah&lt;/span&gt;, beggars banquet records, 1987.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6896108379722406757?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6896108379722406757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6896108379722406757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/11/clxviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5586813826857298389</id><published>2010-10-31T00:00:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:57:36.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. diz-se, que o fundamento do mal é o sentido, o que lhe permite ser seminal e banal, sem filtro, deriva, torrente, não ponta solta ou acaso. na prática, o fundamento do mal acompanha-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liars, “scarecrows on a killer slant”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in sisterworld&lt;/span&gt;, mute records, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5586813826857298389?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5586813826857298389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5586813826857298389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/10/clxvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4656510703217879479</id><published>2010-10-17T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:56:19.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ser mau não corresponde apenas à seriedade de quem exerce o mal. para além de o mal poder ser exercido em regime circunstancial - portanto por quem não é mau -, ser mau é também a condição de quem, por omissão ou acção, transfere a culpa que tem para alguém inocente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big sexy noise, “bad for bobby”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in big sexy noise&lt;/span&gt;, sartorial records, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4656510703217879479?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4656510703217879479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4656510703217879479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/10/clxvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6498510696906216673</id><published>2010-10-03T00:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:48:14.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. no mano a mana, ele a ela, o mal começa por surgir como promessa da ofensa. para ele o futuro será a fazer doer, porque é e quer continuar a ser mau. se será é que não se sabe. será se ela deixar?, será independentemente do que ela consentir?, esta é a dúvida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls, “big bad mean motherfucker”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in album&lt;/span&gt;, true panther sounds, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6498510696906216673?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6498510696906216673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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extensão e o território que ele não tinha. o mal que alcança não é o mal que coloniza, é o mal que cresce onde reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted wheel, “bad candy”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in twisted wheel&lt;/span&gt;, columbia records, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5010081819418088505?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5010081819418088505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5010081819418088505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/09/clxiv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-856747489441302038</id><published>2010-09-05T23:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:47:17.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. uma regra única e vital, o mal, necessariamente o mal, sempre o mal, em acto, o mal concreto, não o mal banal, não, o mal conforme o método, o método perfeito, o mal organizado, tão perfeito quão o bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black angels, “science killer”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in directions to see a ghost&lt;/span&gt;, light in the attic records, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-856747489441302038?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/856747489441302038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/856747489441302038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/09/clxiii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3280667913433296632</id><published>2010-08-22T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:46:48.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;clxii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. são tantas as perseguições, tantos os passos que passam para a invisibilidade do corpo que não há lugar onde esperar a confirmação da paixão, a perda própria, porque esse lugar é a carne de quem espera, justamente porque quem espera arrasta-se e projecta-se para aí. a manobra é ambígua?, é, é como o diabo. motivo mais do que suficiente para que ninguém renuncie à sua assinatura, ao seu sangue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel úria, “o diabo”, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;in nem lhe tocava&lt;/span&gt;, florcaveira, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3280667913433296632?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3280667913433296632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3280667913433296632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/08/clxii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1728547276106593386</id><published>2010-08-15T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:44:59.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. mais do que um anjo caído, o diabo é um anjo que ainda dança e faz dançar para a culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danças ocultas, “o diabo tocador”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in tarab&lt;/span&gt;, numérica, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1728547276106593386?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1728547276106593386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1728547276106593386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/08/clxi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1027389710821981845</id><published>2010-08-08T00:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T00:00:00.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. se o diabo é o motivo de apelo, o apelo &lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"&gt;ó da guarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é vão, porque o diabo é um anjo que caiu e com a queda perdeu a função de guarda em favor da perdição, perdição que, como hipótese ou ensejo, inscreve-se no corpo. daí que do diabo não haja saída e para o corpo não exista contrição ou contradição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild beasts, “the devil’s crayon”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in limbo, panto&lt;/span&gt;, domino recording company, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1027389710821981845?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1027389710821981845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1027389710821981845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/08/clx.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8320611101382032195</id><published>2010-07-25T00:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:52:50.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. nada ou quase nada é justamente o que o diabo é ou pode ser, pelo que pode ser muito, do tamanho e da cor de deus, porém de modo mais diverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pj harvey, “the devil”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in white chalk&lt;/span&gt;, island records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8320611101382032195?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8320611101382032195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8320611101382032195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/07/clix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-2521751143897128941</id><published>2010-07-11T00:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:30:50.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o que é o diabo?, esta é uma pergunta sobre identidade que dispensa o pronome interrogativo quem. o diabo é um modo de intimidade, portanto um espectro em alguém, como se fosse alguém, alguém em alguém sem ser quem, presente e manifesto entre a infância e a ciência, entre a inocência e a operação, a zona das tarefas imperfeitas. insistindo, o que é o diabo?, é o que em cada qual compõe e vigia o trajecto de escombros que antecede a salvação, salvação que não há ou que há tanto quanto há o diabo, porque a salvação é simultaneamente condição e efeito dele, ou seja, nada ou quase nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scout niblett, “lucy (lucifer)”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the calcination of scout niblett&lt;/span&gt;, drag city, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-2521751143897128941?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2521751143897128941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2521751143897128941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/07/clviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-713685428255620997</id><published>2010-06-27T00:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T04:35:51.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o caso é mais metafísico do que ontológico. explora-se - mais do que se ensaia - o jogo do alívio, um jogo tanto de necessidade quanto de especulação, em que alguém - nunca falta quem - roga ao diabo que circule a culpa. o diabo nada faz que corresponda ao solicitado, as empreitadas dele não são para facilitar a vida. o erro e o mal têm um sujeito, sujeito que compreende e é compreendido por uma sociedade de que o diabo é apenas assistente, e assistente derivado, não é associado. o que é que ele poderia fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diane cluck, “lucifer”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in monarcana&lt;/span&gt;, very friendly records, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-713685428255620997?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/713685428255620997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/713685428255620997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/06/clvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-430270015578129968</id><published>2010-06-13T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:39:13.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. direcção, sentido. a gramática do diabo prescinde do coração, necessita apenas de operações simples, de superfície e tempo, mesmo que o tempo seja pouco. é através destas operações que o diabo decreta o fim. a sentença diabólica preferida institui que os princípios acabaram. não é possível começar outra vez, este é o modo como a soberania do diabo é pronunciada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murder by death, “the devil drives”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in in bocca al lupo&lt;/span&gt;, tent show records, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-430270015578129968?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/430270015578129968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/430270015578129968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/06/clvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8562300866361592464</id><published>2010-05-30T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:00:01.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. do corpo promana a promessa da morte. inflamação ou libido, o mesmo sobressalto levanta-o. de um modo ou de outro a febre é a liturgia da paixão. e se não somos rebeldes?, se somos sobretudo animais? deus fez-nos à semelhança dele para quê? que culpa podemos atribuir às mães e a quantas delas sucederam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the metros, “sexual riot”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in more money less grief&lt;/span&gt;, 1965 records, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8562300866361592464?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8562300866361592464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8562300866361592464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/05/clv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5921610948312689029</id><published>2010-05-16T00:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T03:08:08.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cliv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a disciplina é o resultado de um combate. a revolta também. no jogo da oscilação em que cada pessoa se projecta, a volta outra vez é algo a que não é possível dizer não. dizer-lhe não seria renunciar à hipótese de continuar, seria admitir a morte como solução antes do confronto com o padrão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the though alliance, “first class riot”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in a new chance&lt;/span&gt;, sincerely yours/ summer lovers unlimited, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5921610948312689029?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5921610948312689029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5921610948312689029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/05/xliv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5534788799193450349</id><published>2010-05-02T00:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T03:07:55.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cliii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a sedição é o que faz cada um de nós ser e crescer tanto para a identidade quanto para a autoridade. porquê?, porque em cada um de nós é desde logo a intimidade e fermenta assim, como insurreição, o avesso da intimação. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arctic monkeys, “riot van”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in whatever people say i am, that’s what i’m not&lt;/span&gt;, domino recording company, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5534788799193450349?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5534788799193450349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5534788799193450349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/05/xliii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-2436433632599448838</id><published>2010-04-18T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T03:57:23.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a pergunta - &lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"&gt;que motivo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - é mais vital do que política. a resposta - &lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"&gt;o motim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - é ontológica, assalta e constitui o fundamento. começa assim a perturbação, a identidade. continuamos a ser o que somos, sendo cada um perseguido por si e quem é. eu, tu, ele, eles, nós, a equação do desassossego é através de todas as pessoas possíveis. viver é também aprender isto, a revolta a renascer e a remanescer, sem fim, justamente porque somos quem somos, justamente porque cada um é quem é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sounds, “riot”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in living in america&lt;/span&gt;, new line records, 2003.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-2436433632599448838?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2436433632599448838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2436433632599448838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/04/clii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6044419635413510307</id><published>2010-04-04T00:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:01:24.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a identidade faz cada um a agitação e o exorcista de si. a sublevação é uma condição interior, de corpo, que vem do fundo e do contraste, que não migra, que não se transfere ou expulsa, que, no limite, não se domina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thea gilmore, “my own private riot”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the lipstick conspiracies&lt;/span&gt;, naim audio, 2000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6044419635413510307?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6044419635413510307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6044419635413510307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/04/cli.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8784205625848964342</id><published>2010-03-21T00:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T04:16:10.079Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a paisagem é ardente, o incêndio das culpas e das falhas, junto também as labaredas de todas as inocências. na verdade é um verão como outro qualquer, do nosso contentamento ou do nosso descontentamento - sem escolha -, as mesmas almas, os mesmos corpos, as mesmas almas e os mesmos corpos aí. apenas o lugar e o combustível são diferentes, não necessariamente estranhos, chamam-se alienação e nós somos também aí, conseguimos ser também aí. o inferno é o nosso recreio, não é o nosso cárcere. o que arde?, nós, somos nós que ardemos, porque o que é quem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grooms, “acid king of hell (guitar feelings)”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in rejoicer&lt;/span&gt;, death by audio records, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8784205625848964342?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8784205625848964342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8784205625848964342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/03/cl.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-922607698663851304</id><published>2010-03-07T00:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:15:33.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxlix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o inferno é uma promessa infantil e juvenil, o temor proposto como morada. depois crescemos e o inferno permanece o lugar que ansiamos e rejeitamos, gerindo nós como podemos a ânsia e a rejeição, num acordo entre proximidade e distância que não é possível resolver porque, por sermos por condição irrenunciável, somos justamente o alvará do lugar em que ardemos, carne e espírito, e somos simultaneamente esse lugar e nesse lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tegan and sara, “hell”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in sainthood&lt;/span&gt;, sire records, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-922607698663851304?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/922607698663851304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/922607698663851304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/03/cxlix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6059871621103424077</id><published>2010-03-07T00:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:14:25.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:500%;" &gt;vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6059871621103424077?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6059871621103424077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6059871621103424077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/02/ano-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8170130760113353899</id><published>2010-02-21T00:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:16:11.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxlviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. pretendia-se uma fórmula que proporcionasse a solução, paraíso ou inferno, porém, assim proposta, a solução é apenas um problema, porque a hipótese do resgate é já uma implicação do problema. para além disto não há palavra para estancar o caso, sem consequências. o combate é permanente, os anjos e os demónios espreitam e disputam sempre e sem tréguas. qual será o resultado?, ninguém sabe. a fórmula é perfeita e o problema, porque a fórmula é o problema, também. nenhuma salvação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart black procession, “heaven and hell”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in six&lt;/span&gt;, temporary residence limited, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8170130760113353899?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8170130760113353899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8170130760113353899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/02/cxlviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3008098225079928606</id><published>2010-02-14T00:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:08:00.094Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxlvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. porquê afastar os indesejados e remetê-los para o inferno?, porquê não condená-los à comodidade do paraíso? encerrá-los na inocência do tédio é mais fatal do que entregá-los ao fogo. o tédio liga lentamente à culpa, entranhando-a de um modo do qual não há remissão. a crueldade deve servir-se assim, com demora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menomena, “rotten hell”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in friend and foe&lt;/span&gt;, barsuk records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3008098225079928606?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3008098225079928606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3008098225079928606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/02/cxlvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-42448853904626352</id><published>2010-02-07T00:01:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T03:55:15.329Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxlvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. para além das manobras de diversão e perdição, a vida é consumada também por manobras de salvação. porém, se todo o expediente com este sentido conduz ao fim, fazer o quê?, apelar a quem?, com que orações? os monstros não têm e não são o inferno. daí que para viver bem, em consonância consigo, cada qual precise apenas de aprender a perder. tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bastard fairies, “we’re all going to hell”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in memento mori&lt;/span&gt;, bastard fairy records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-42448853904626352?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/42448853904626352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/42448853904626352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/02/cxlvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5074332735357782512</id><published>2010-01-24T00:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:44:30.252Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxlv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. todos os monstros começam por onde crescem, pela fome, e são pelo destino, a carne, porque desde a nascença são para a perseguição pela devolução, o motivo maior da identidade deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mão morta, “fado canibal”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in corações felpudos&lt;/span&gt;, fungui, 1990.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5074332735357782512?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5074332735357782512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5074332735357782512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/01/cxlv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8034541676002641496</id><published>2010-01-10T00:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:41:01.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxliv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. por ser uma relação de devolução, a amizade com os monstros é necessariamente pela carne. a sua consumação acontece através de um de dois modos, a constatação - o modo próprio - ou a imaginação - o modo impróprio. o primeiro é o modo da fome - portanto imediato -, o segundo é o modo da saciedade - portanto diferido -, porém tanto um quanto outro correspondem ao método canibal, método único para ser, não para ser-se ou parecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gang gang dance, “nomad for love (cannibal)”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in god’s money&lt;/span&gt;, the social registry, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8034541676002641496?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8034541676002641496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8034541676002641496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2010/01/cxliv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-2430227894744417992</id><published>2009-12-27T00:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:37:23.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxliii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. é da tensão entre a curiosidade e a repulsa que é feita a sociedade com os monstros. pelo que a sociedade com os monstros não é necessariamente uma sociedade de mesa, pode ser apenas inveja de carne, um modo manuseado de sobrevivência, de alcançar e comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick cave &amp; warren ellis, “the cannibals”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the road&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ost&lt;/span&gt;), mute records, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-2430227894744417992?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2430227894744417992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2430227894744417992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/12/cxliii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4782419502428517522</id><published>2009-12-13T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:32:42.594Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxlii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a hipótese canibal começa por ser transgressão de limites, a identidade dobrada sobre a transcendência própria, não a metamorfose. mas isto não é suficiente. a concentração humana faz a fome e a ligação à fome torna-se interior, de espécie. é por isso que, no modo como habitamos a humanidade e definimos a dieta, podemos ser tanto dispostos quanto condenados à comensalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirty projectors, “cannibal resource”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in bitte orca&lt;/span&gt;, domino recording company, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4782419502428517522?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4782419502428517522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4782419502428517522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/12/cxlii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8206227174967974891</id><published>2009-11-29T00:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:56:34.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a sustentação pelo corpo é quanto qualquer monstro necessita de cada um de nós. não é uma necessidade existencial, é uma necessidade canibal, de consequência e para consequência da alma, pela qual nunca chegamos a ser apenas e autenticamente quem somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw me the statue, “cannibal rays”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in creaturesque&lt;/span&gt;, secretly canadian, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8206227174967974891?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8206227174967974891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8206227174967974891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/11/cxli.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-7605487338405803266</id><published>2009-11-15T00:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:27:31.556Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. qualquer fantasma permanece estranho até ao momento do reconhecimento. o reconhecimento é o reflexo fatal, a identidade que se encontra consigo, devolução que implica uma presença desdobrada, duas entidades no mesmo corpo. que parte é mais falsa ou mais verdadeira?, não se sabe. o jogo da identidade é assim, de fusão. o espectro é a unidade de alguém e dos fantasmas que compõem a integridade desse alguém. em tais circunstâncias, não é um chapéu que faz ou há-de fazer a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the go-betweens, “the ghost and the black hat”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in liberty belle and the black diamond express&lt;/span&gt;, beggars banquet, 1986.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-7605487338405803266?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7605487338405803266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7605487338405803266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/11/cxl.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8639919100649100752</id><published>2009-11-01T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:08:40.451Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxxix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. na geografia do assombro, os espíritos estão de um lado, os fantasmas estão de outro. o fosso que os separa é largo, maior do que o mundo, porém não é tão monumental que não possa ser medido. em rigor, a largura do fosso corresponde à distância entre o que é assento mortal e o que é manifestação onírica. como é óbvio, não é distância que mantenha os fantasmas além ou em contradição connosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guided by voices, “ghost of a different dream”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in under the bushes under the stars&lt;/span&gt;, matador records, 1996.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8639919100649100752?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8639919100649100752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8639919100649100752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/11/cxxxix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-7502635272716336309</id><published>2009-10-18T00:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:26:26.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxxviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. fale-se de problemas. um problema não é ver espectros, a avulso ou a granel, é ver uma barca sem piloto ou tripulação, porque, se a barca aproximar-se, é possível discernir a face dos fantasmas que a conduzem. no entanto, se se percebe a face dos fantasmas navegantes, um reflexo de quem olha, sobra a dúvida: quem está de passagem?, quem fica na margem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menomena, “ghostship”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in friend and foe&lt;/span&gt;, barsuk records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-7502635272716336309?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7502635272716336309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7502635272716336309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/10/cxxxviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8416578787395374424</id><published>2009-10-04T00:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:12:12.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxxvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  no princípio o fim é um horizonte para a decifração. se lenta, se precipitada, depende da velocidade de aproximação ao e do fim. decifrado, o fim torna-se continuação. é por isso que, como antes, agora e depois, os fantasmas pairam por toda a parte. não é uma questão de ubiquidade ou de felicidade, é uma questão de finalidade e de mesmidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew bird, “not a robot, but a ghost”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in noble beast&lt;/span&gt;, fat possum records, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao programa ducentésimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8416578787395374424?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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confrontar as figuras do medo que estimamos e intimamos. ver fantasmas - por serem reflexos espectrais ou pálidos - é um processo de devolução e guarda. provavelmente é até um processo de autenticidade e autocertificação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowerbirds, “ghost life”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in upper air&lt;/span&gt;, dead oceans, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3804102538487204289?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3804102538487204289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3804102538487204289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/09/cxxxvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3452453589006782066</id><published>2009-09-06T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:28:03.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxxv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. compreendidos pelo que compreendemos e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vice&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;, somos elipse da culpa, movimento ou gesto pelo qual a falta se dirige a si para ser-se, justamente por não ser possível veredicto diferente da culpa que começa ou acaba em cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antony and the johnsons, “shake that devil”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in another world&lt;/span&gt;, secretly canadian, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3452453589006782066?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3452453589006782066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3452453589006782066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/09/cxxxv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-7142548079203325583</id><published>2009-08-23T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:57:22.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxxiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o maior dos males não é o diabo, é o pormenor que, consentido por nós, somos através dele, porque ele nos é como o somos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marnie stern, “the devil is in the details”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in this is it and i am it and you are it and so is that and he is it and she is it and it is it and that is that&lt;/span&gt;, kill rock stars, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-7142548079203325583?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7142548079203325583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7142548079203325583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/08/cxxxiv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8776433860055389975</id><published>2009-08-16T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T06:05:12.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxxiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  o corpo é a habitação e a habituação do diabo. ninguém espera ou pode esperar a faculdade de ser diferente de quem acolhe dentro de si, porque, ser assim, seria não ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portugal. the man, “the devil”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the devil say i, i say air&lt;/span&gt;, fearless records, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8776433860055389975?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8776433860055389975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8776433860055389975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/08/cxxxiii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-7212582519681923208</id><published>2009-08-02T00:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T06:06:22.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxxii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. como qualquer monstro, o diabo dança simultaneamente em máscara e em identidade. através dele, do que ele consente ou conquista, não há auspício ou salvação, há apenas consequência, a consequência que cada um de nós é, a consequência que somos e podemos ser em solidão ou comunhão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fiery furnaces, “cabaret of the seven devils”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in widow city&lt;/span&gt;, thrill jocky records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-7212582519681923208?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7212582519681923208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7212582519681923208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/08/cxxxii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-7666473280781460311</id><published>2009-07-19T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:59:24.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. qualquer um de nós está disposto tanto ao bem quanto ao mal e de modo igual. a graça acontece-nos com a mesma probabilidade com que nos acontece a desgraça, a virtude ou a corrupção, o amor ou o ciúme e o ressentimento, o amparo ou a queda, a dúvida ou a certeza. na vida que, quando é, é nossa, há margem para a intenção, a escolha, o erro e a morte, jogando em coordenadas semelhantes que são tanto das manhãs e das tardes quanto das noites. não é por acaso que, como qualquer monstro, o diabo nunca dorme sozinho. ele não dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iron &amp; wine, “the devil never sleeps”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the sheperd’s dog&lt;/span&gt;, sub pop, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-7666473280781460311?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7666473280781460311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7666473280781460311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/07/cxxxi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3362953442047500432</id><published>2009-06-21T00:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:58:23.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a aspiração ao absoluto é a falha maior de quem pretende conhecer-se. a certeza de si é um modo de realizar e expressar um limite que, enquanto tal, ninguém alcança. resolvermo-nos na diferença, não na contingência ou no projecto, é o que tentamos por nunca termos a certeza de quem e do que somos. monstros talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the national, “you’ve done it again, virginia”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in lit up&lt;/span&gt;, beggars banquet records, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3362953442047500432?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3362953442047500432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3362953442047500432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/06/cxxix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4877307757379568102</id><published>2009-06-07T00:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:50:44.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. diante deste enunciado, &lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"&gt;a minha terra é estrangeira, talvez demasiado, porque eu nela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, acontece o confronto. podemos temer os monstros, mas, por e para cada um, não os podemos afastar, sem nos afastarmos de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man man, “against the peruvian monster”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the man in a blue turban with a face&lt;/span&gt;, ace fu records, 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4877307757379568102?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4877307757379568102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4877307757379568102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/06/cxxviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8391998653373142330</id><published>2009-05-24T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:47:22.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. qualquer um de nós é meia espera e meia procura de si. daí que, feita parte demora e parte corrida, a vida não termine sem a hipótese de encontrar o monstro que, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;monstrum in fronte, monstrum in animo&lt;/span&gt;, aguarda por quem o procura, de modo a que, encontrando-se quem o procura, seja encontrado como destino, não como promessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pj harvey, “meet ze monsta”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in to bring you my love&lt;/span&gt;, island records, 1995.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8391998653373142330?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8391998653373142330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8391998653373142330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/05/cxxvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4459809516883644785</id><published>2009-05-17T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:23:12.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a metamorfose emerge necessariamente da identidade. a transmutação é o contrato entre a identidade e a alteridade, enquanto esta a instalar-se naquela, processo portanto. da fusão de alguém consigo decorrem hipóteses várias, entre as quais a do monstro. como se outra parte estivesse à espera de apelo, de sinal, para sair do núcleo de humanidade que há em cada um de nós. como se a revelação da monstruosidade fosse uma consequência do apuramento da pureza de cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;einstürzende neubauten, “feurio!”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in haus der lüge&lt;/span&gt;, freibank / some bizarre records, 1989.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4459809516883644785?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4459809516883644785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4459809516883644785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/05/cxxvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1149129063516527063</id><published>2009-05-03T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:48:35.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. mal por mal, antes o ódio, a força do rancor capaz de arrancar corações e de magoar almas, do que a renúncia ao bem do tédio, a desistência pela continuação falida, a cedência ao espectro da normalidade. porque, mal por mal, os monstros são assistentes do que acontece e do que pode acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mão morta, “destilo ódio”, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;corações felpudos&lt;/span&gt;, fungui, 1990.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1149129063516527063?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1149129063516527063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1149129063516527063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/05/cxxv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-581984009265603115</id><published>2009-04-19T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:54:04.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o mal cresce nas modalidades violentas em que se constitui. uma de tais modalidades é a possessão por amor, o amor que, na ânsia do império e de merecer a submissão a si, convoca a intenção do sangue e paga os beijos a preço de ciúme. este é o mal da aliança, o mal íntimo e próximo, o primeiro, sem monstros à vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stone roses, “bye bye badman”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the stone roses&lt;/span&gt;, silvertone records, 1989.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-581984009265603115?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/581984009265603115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/581984009265603115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/04/cxxiv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6010776325793538163</id><published>2009-04-05T00:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:12:53.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a sensação de haver tempo para corrigir os erros, a sensação de haver sempre depois para ser melhor, é um dos sintomas perfeitos do mal. porque, mais do que pela compreensão dos monstros, é pela demora de si que alguém simultaneamente se transforma e se conforma consigo, de modo a consumar-se para o que é, a emancipação, a maldade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the triffids, “when a man turns bad”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in born sandy devotional&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;remastered edition&lt;/span&gt;), mushroom records/domino recording company, 1986/2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6010776325793538163?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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proveniente de fora, vindo dos monstros. ou seja, há quem creia que o corpo de cada um de nós é originalmente um poço do bem e que, através de um agente perverso, o mal infiltra-se como infecção na nossa carne, colonizando-a e interrompendo o seu programa benfazejo. como ilusão arrasta ilusão, quem crê assim crê também no exorcismo como dispositivo para a resolução do mal, por via da erradicação do agente maléfico. mas quem crê assim engana-se, claro está, porque, quaisquer que sejam, as orações são adorno e conforto da malícia da condição humana, não são motivo de redenção da sua banalidade ou da sua identidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brian eno &amp; david byrne, “the jezebel spirit”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in my life in the bush of ghosts&lt;/span&gt;, sire records, 1981.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-9143525253903171138?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/9143525253903171138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/9143525253903171138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/03/cxxii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5139967730416009452</id><published>2009-03-08T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:59:24.960Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o que faz alguém ser mau?, o aspecto e a maldade, não o espectro de qualquer monstro que eventualmente ronde tal alguém. e é assim independentemente de quem seja e o que faça quem partilha o sangue com esse mesmo alguém, irmão ou irmã. porque no mal não há irmandade ou sororidade, há motivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beatles, “mean mr. mustard”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in abbey road&lt;/span&gt;, apple records, 1969.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5139967730416009452?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5139967730416009452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5139967730416009452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/03/cxxi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4419412450818951189</id><published>2009-03-03T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:55:14.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:500%;" &gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4419412450818951189?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4419412450818951189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4419412450818951189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ano-v.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5830386301005351499</id><published>2009-02-22T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:00:41.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. voar tem como preço a queda, preço que se paga necessariamente em dor. ainda assim, é sempre a mesma ilusão, a ilusão de que alguém pode ser diferente de si - para salva-se da própria condição -, sendo quem não é, voando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clinic, “the witch (made to measure)”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in do it!&lt;/span&gt;, domino recording company, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5830386301005351499?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5830386301005351499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5830386301005351499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/02/cxix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-280982508204874401</id><published>2009-02-15T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:00:11.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. não sabemos o que não sabemos. perante este facto, há duas hipóteses, ou ignoramos ou arriscamos. um modo disto é o apelo que fazemos ao outro lado, o negro. porque se estima que voam, presume-se que, por beneficiarem de perspectivas superiores, as bruxas sabem mais do que quem não sabe o que não sabe. o que significa que a presunção é o motivo delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el olio wolof, “red witch of my dreams”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in a tedious task&lt;/span&gt;, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-280982508204874401?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/280982508204874401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/280982508204874401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/02/cxviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1096744463185168812</id><published>2009-02-01T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:59:42.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. há só dois lados, costuma dizer-se, o direito e o avesso, o bem e o mal, não há vaga intermédia. admitida, esta asserção torna a geometria e a distribuição pelo espaço fáceis. mas de que lado estão os vultos e os corpos alados que extraímos de nós e imaginamos? estão no flanco nosso? ou estão no flanco alheio?, o dos monstros. a resposta falha justamente porque tais vultos e corpos alados são as sombras que, como irmãs negras, nos acompanham ou prenunciam. ao caçarmos essas sombras procuramos os espectros em que nos projectamos, disparamos sobre o nosso lado escuro, denunciamo-nos pelo escopo e pelo alvo, no arremesso e no acolhimento do impacto. isto não é feitiçaria, é estupidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iliketrains, “we go hunting”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in elegies to lessons learnt&lt;/span&gt;, beggars banquet, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1096744463185168812?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1096744463185168812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1096744463185168812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/02/cxvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1132550172977545456</id><published>2009-01-18T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:02:57.578Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. dos feitiços às feitiçarias vai a superstição, vai pela humanidade, não pela monstruosidade. bem, superstição? ou persuasão?, ninguém sabe, sabe-se apenas pelo que vai. que é também pelo que permanece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurston moore, “wondeful witches”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in trees outside the academy&lt;/span&gt;, ecstatic peace!, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1132550172977545456?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1132550172977545456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1132550172977545456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/01/cxvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-482087201408832440</id><published>2009-01-04T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:59:58.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. antigamente cria-se que o bem distinguia-se e destacava-se do mal e que eram em tais distinção e destaque que os monstros jogavam a sua identidade. ia-se à bruxa por causa disto. dessas ocasiões vieram-nos os feitiços e as feitiçarias e tudo começou a ficar misturado, nós e os monstros, os monstros e nós. do que resultou que, para além de continuarmos a perder, passámos a ganhar o mesmo, porém em transe e a acreditar em vassouras voadoras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashguns, “good witch/bad witch”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in mad dogs and englishmen&lt;/span&gt;, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-482087201408832440?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/482087201408832440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/482087201408832440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2009/01/cxv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4595703151513266831</id><published>2008-12-28T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:00:52.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. enquanto confirmação do que é expectável e porque é o que é, a normalidade constitui-se tanto evidência quanto conformação. a necessidade de explicação surge quando a normalidade é perturbada - hipótese desconfortável - ou interrompida - hipótese drástica. sendo interrompida, a normalidade transforma-se em enigma. os roteiros cognitivos e morais tornam-se ineficazes. justamente por isto, porque não há explicação para a suspensão da normalidade, é suscitado um processo de averiguação das culpas. alguém tem que ser culpado. abre uma época venatória extraordinária, acendem-se fogueiras. batida aos outros é o nome de muitos episódios da nossa história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloc party, “hunting for witches”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in a weekend in the city&lt;/span&gt;, wichita recordings, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4595703151513266831?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4595703151513266831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4595703151513266831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/12/cxiv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4020030059462519569</id><published>2008-12-14T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:08:55.545Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. porque o desejo é um dispositivo de aspiração e ascensão, aquilo que é desejado é maior do que a condição de quem deseja. neste sentido desejar é mais do que esperar a constituição da diferença, é almejar a maioridade. pelo que, se o desejo orienta para a transformação própria, em muitas circunstâncias o corpo e o sangue de quem deseja não são suficientes para garantir aquilo que é desejado, o crescimento. nesta eventualidade, como os monstros, as bruxas ajudam ou assistem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liars, “broken witch”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in they were wrong, so we drowned&lt;/span&gt;, mute records, 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4020030059462519569?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4020030059462519569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4020030059462519569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/12/cxii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3166302383827529512</id><published>2008-11-30T00:02:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:13:24.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. com sangue para perder somos parcelas da eternidade. portanto, não é o sangue frio que nos pode valer. pois do mesmo modo que, se fôssemos desprovidos de coração, não existiriam vampiros - porque é o batimento cardíaco nosso que lhes fornece as coordenadas e a calda cálida de que se nutrem -, se não existissem vampiros, não seríamos o vaso sacrificial que somos e não existiriam os tormentos que merecemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex &amp; the horribles, “batman dracula”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in horribles!!&lt;/span&gt;, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3166302383827529512?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3166302383827529512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3166302383827529512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/11/cxi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3550251837462351623</id><published>2008-11-16T00:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:13:06.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o coração releva enquanto bombardeiro, vigor que difunde desde a artéria aorta até às veias cavas, não enquanto osso exposto a fractura eventual. mais, o coração constitui o fundamento de um cálice inteiro, do qual são derramados o princípio e o fim nossos, cálice que, porque a ele aspiram avidamente, inspira os vampiros e a sua vantagem, dita vantagem nossa também e a condição da nossa perdição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giraffes? giraffes!, “when the catholic girls go camping, the nicotine vampires rule supreme”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in more skin with milk-mouth&lt;/span&gt;, loves in heat records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3550251837462351623?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3550251837462351623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3550251837462351623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/11/cx.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4931986766757114266</id><published>2008-11-02T00:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:12:50.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o sangue é permanente e sem vésperas. daí que ontem não seja tempo em que os vampiros possam ser conjugados. o remorso único que os vampiros sentem é o do sangue atrasado, por não servir-lhe a dieta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;margot and the nuclear so and so’s, “vampires in blue dresses”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the dust of retreat&lt;/span&gt;, artemis records, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4931986766757114266?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4931986766757114266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4931986766757114266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/11/cix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-7625293422090052577</id><published>2008-10-19T00:02:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:12:25.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. tudo começa no sangue, a identidade e o império, as perdas e os ganhos. no entanto afirmar que tudo acaba no sangue é errar, porque nenhum monstro erra no sangue. aliás, não é por acaso que errância e monstruosidade não são sinónimos de contaminação ou de hemodiálise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antsy pants, “vampire”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in antsy pants&lt;/span&gt;, plan-it-x records, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-7625293422090052577?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7625293422090052577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7625293422090052577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/10/cviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3899288993155251991</id><published>2008-10-05T00:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:02:10.685Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a carne medeia o sangue, o sangue institui a diferença. o que significa que, tanto pela derrota quanto pelo triunfo, alguém tem que sangrar para ser quem é. nesta circunstância qualquer transfusão é a transferência de uma condição definida, a de quem perdeu ou a de quem ganhou, a uma carne que pode ser o seu avesso, não necessariamente a uma carne que lhe corresponda. uma história banal com vampiros, portanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arctic monkeys, “perhaps vampires is a bit strong but...”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in whatever people say i am, that’s what i’m not&lt;/span&gt;, domino recording, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3899288993155251991?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3899288993155251991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3899288993155251991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/10/cvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5082587660874638949</id><published>2008-09-21T00:02:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:31:52.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. imaginação?, talvez não seja. um sopro, prenúncio da aspiração, não do beijo. o esmalte sobre a pele, encostado, depois na carne, cravado. ao contacto apertado segue-se a sensação de alívio, esta é a sequência. e perdes, perdendo-te, no mesmo sangue, o teu, que serve-te tanto quanto serve os monstros que te proclamam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiu xiu, “brian the vampire”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in fabulous muscles&lt;/span&gt;, 5 rue chistine, 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5082587660874638949?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5082587660874638949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5082587660874638949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/09/cvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3982031113063200846</id><published>2008-09-07T00:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:01:48.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a herança e a conquista trazem o sangue. confunde-se jogo com fogo. o incêndio serve alguém, como serve-lhe o sangue também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arcade fire, “vampire/forest fire”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in arcade fire&lt;/span&gt;, merge records, 2003.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3982031113063200846?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3982031113063200846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3982031113063200846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/09/cv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3117751029801539664</id><published>2008-08-24T00:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:34:21.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ciii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. as histórias com vampiros servem um propósito sobretudo, avisar, pela convocação dos monstros, que, numa modalidade fatal, a vida, o sangue é o motivo e a oportunidade tanto da morte quanto da eternidade, não da medalha de prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bauhaus, “bela lugosi’s dead”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in bela lugosi’s dead&lt;/span&gt;, small wonder records, 1979.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3117751029801539664?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3117751029801539664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3117751029801539664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/08/ciii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-385798381790115761</id><published>2008-08-10T00:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:01:21.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a solidão é a nossa dieta, porque alimentamo-nos do que somos, humanidade. é por isso que carne é o nome ditado a quem somos, o que faz de cada um de nós a oportunidade e o suborno da abstinência por quais, porque são monstros e não nós, os monstros não se corrompem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wolf parade, “fine young cannibals”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in at mount zoomer&lt;/span&gt;, sub pop, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-385798381790115761?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/385798381790115761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/385798381790115761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/08/cii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5286827130002874204</id><published>2008-07-27T00:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:31:36.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. um acidente e começa a operar o lado oculto que somos, a sobrevivência, sem necessidade de estímulo de monstros ou da assistência de orações. o canibalismo é uma questão de oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alterkicks, “the cannibal hiking disaster”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in do everything i taught you&lt;/span&gt;, b-unique records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5286827130002874204?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5286827130002874204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5286827130002874204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/07/ci.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5390433912244946763</id><published>2008-07-13T00:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:56:37.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. corpo contra corpo, esta é a posição inicial. como nós e entre nós os canibais rondam a carne, a nossa carne, de onde, para si, extraem o ritmo e o sentido. a nossa alma e o nosso coração revelam-se órgãos amargos. à distância, os monstros limitam-se a observar o banquete, em estado contemplativo, como se, pelo que testemunham, estivessem a aprender melhor a ser o que são, aprendendo o que somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick cave &amp; the bad seeds, “cannibal’s hymn”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in abattoir blues&lt;/span&gt;, mute records, 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5390433912244946763?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5390433912244946763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5390433912244946763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/07/c.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6227788067717626150</id><published>2008-06-29T00:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:09:52.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xcix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. diante da margem, o limite da nossa carne, que em autêntico constitui um precipício, são muitas as dúvidas. uma dessas dúvidas é sobre a fome dos monstros, até onde alcança. é por isso que, sob a culpa do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;figmentum malum&lt;/span&gt; que somos, perguntamos &lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"&gt;por que é que os monstros não comem outros monstros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; os monstros não nos comem, esta é a resposta, por uma questão de condição - os monstros são nossos amigos - e por uma questão de dieta - os monstros não são antropófagos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ministry, “cannibal song”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the mind is a terrible thing to taste&lt;/span&gt;, sire records, 1989.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6227788067717626150?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6227788067717626150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6227788067717626150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/06/xcix.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1326785213135431904</id><published>2008-06-15T00:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:30:14.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xcviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. embora comece como manifesto, o corpo cresce até ao limite da soberania, transmutando-se em dispositivo de ofensiva, que, se cede à sedução da revolta, solta-se para a sedição. o que significa que, embora comece manifestado, o corpo confirma-se como instrumento da violência que suporta e devolve e com a qual é fundada a comunidade. se sob tais condições ninguém vê os monstros, é porque a amizade não é de ver, é de como ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elliott smith, “riot coming”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in new moon&lt;/span&gt;, kill rock stars, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1326785213135431904?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1326785213135431904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1326785213135431904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/06/xcviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-681197616954472324</id><published>2008-06-01T00:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:28:52.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xcvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. abandono? ou saída?, ninguém sabe. também pode ser dissidência, não se sabe. os monstros são estranhos no modo como convocam a nossa evasão, porque, mais do que a fragmentação da unidade dos nossos corpos e os destroços que daí resultam, interessam-lhes a reunião da solidão consigo e o motim que tal reunião consegue e suscita em nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright eyes, “no one would riot for less”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in cassadaga&lt;/span&gt;, saddle creek records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-681197616954472324?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/681197616954472324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/681197616954472324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/06/xcvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-2841129458168185543</id><published>2008-05-25T00:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:57:42.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xcvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. e quando o levantamento não basta - por não encher a carne com a agitação suficiente -, quando o corpo não alcança a comunidade feita na rua - porque na multidão os outros permanecem estranhos -, quando o arremesso de pedras e as crateras abertas no chão não são motivo comum - porque propiciam o acidente, não o encontro -, aumenta o chamamento dos monstros de dentro para o tumulto, a que os gestos correspondem, confirmando o incêndio na coreografia dos distúrbios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jens lekman, “do you remember the riots?”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in when i said i wanted to be your dog&lt;/span&gt;, secretly canadian, 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-2841129458168185543?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2841129458168185543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2841129458168185543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/05/xcvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-620760678948633952</id><published>2008-05-18T00:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:04:27.288Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xcv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o fim é o nome de um dos monstros de passagem comuns. sob o seu efeito, tudo parece terminar como se não houvesse depois, como se, após a falência ou a separação dos amantes, as margens de um princípio novo e possível tivessem sido extintas. nesta sequência começa o purgatório, a memória da traição, o limbo da solidão, continua o fim. e, porque a culpa não se transmite por herança, aí o abandono dura até ao momento do resgate pela sedição. os monstros do princípio apelam à insurreição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the national, “daughters of the soho riots”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in alligator&lt;/span&gt;, beggars banquet, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-620760678948633952?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/620760678948633952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/620760678948633952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/05/xcv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-7448644078524923158</id><published>2008-05-04T00:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:29:45.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xciv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a sociedade é o teu monstro da guarda, sê-a também. segue a voz que te indica a revolta como solução. deixa de esconder-te na tua reserva mental, ergue o teu corpo em barricada, empresta-o à força da presença. vai, continua. a sociedade está dentro de ti tal como tu estás prenhe de rua. não adianta tentares fugir, para onde fores, dentro ou fora, levarás a sociedade contigo também. o que escondes é o que mostras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elbow, “some riot”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in the seldom seen kid&lt;/span&gt;, geffen records, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-7448644078524923158?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7448644078524923158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7448644078524923158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/05/xciv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1542144589915602778</id><published>2008-04-20T00:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:29:55.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xciii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. no princípio é e está a distância, o nome geométrico do que permite a solidão. há um corpo armado e arrumado a si, quieto, sem devolução ou reparação. na sua quietude é também a alienação, como vaga que apela à insânia e ao que é e está por ela. há também monstros à espreita, que não são a solidão. eles aproximam-se e, celebrando-se no tumulto que convocam, sobressaltam o corpo, agitam-o, despertam-o para a perturbação. acordado, o corpo cede e é preenchido por uma vontade gregária, o motim. é para aí que, jogado, o corpo se projecta, manifesto e sede do seu levantamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars, “take me to the riot”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in our bedroom after the war&lt;/span&gt;, arts &amp; crafts, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1542144589915602778?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1542144589915602778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1542144589915602778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/04/xciii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6173548034670170355</id><published>2008-04-06T00:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:09:14.567Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xcii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o estado preferido dos monstros é a exaltação. é por isto que a adolescência é a idade em que, no corpo ou na rua, os monstros começam a manifestar-se, até constituírem-se definitivamente como o modo do distúrbio, consumado, se público, consumido, se íntimo. e assim crescem, agitados, para serem maiores e eternos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonic youth, “teen age riot”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in daydream nation&lt;/span&gt;, blast first, 1988.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6173548034670170355?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6173548034670170355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6173548034670170355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/04/xcii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5371426829414412296</id><published>2008-03-23T00:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:00:00.071Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. há uma lenda demiúrgica que atesta uma maçã como o princípio da nossa culpa. conta-se que, porque cápsula de demónio, tal maçã é a causa da faculdade de vermos para além da evidência e de andarmos vestidos. o folclore pode muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapes ’n tapes, “demon apple”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in walk it off&lt;/span&gt;, xl recordings, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5371426829414412296?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5371426829414412296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5371426829414412296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/03/xci.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6022994939320944320</id><published>2008-03-09T00:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:04:44.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;xc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. tentar eliminar um demónio não resolve qualquer problema. antes de mais porque, para além de ser uma manobra potencialmente homicida ou suicida, configura uma ofensa ao contrato de amizade com os monstros. depois porque os demónios têm descendentes e, dentro ou fora de quem os tenta eliminar, são capazes de repetir-se e de constituir-se tanto na tentativa da sua eliminação quanto, antes, na convocação de tal tentativa. é que os demónios são em dois mundos, no deles e no nosso, que é deles também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elf power, “the demon’s daughter”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in in a cave&lt;/span&gt;, rykodisc / wea records, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6022994939320944320?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6022994939320944320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6022994939320944320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/03/xc.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-8667507310812967514</id><published>2008-03-09T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:06:04.775Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:500%;" &gt;iv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-8667507310812967514?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8667507310812967514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/8667507310812967514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/03/ano-iv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-7018582978644655980</id><published>2008-02-24T00:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:14:14.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lxxxviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a perseguição movida pelos demónios é uma perseguição que nos é interior. é também dentro de nós que, como os esperamos e vigiamos, os demónios nos esperam e vigiam. eles por eles e por nós, nós por nós e por eles, mais do que por cumplicidade ou por intimidade, por identidade, mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marah, “the demon of white sadness”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in if you didn’t laugh, you’d cry&lt;/span&gt;, yep roc records, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-7018582978644655980?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7018582978644655980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/7018582978644655980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/02/lxxxviii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6296014538657943515</id><published>2008-02-10T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:13:59.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lxxxvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. na carne mesma, assim como no espírito mesmo, acontece a possessão, a relação possível e única entre alguém e o seu demónio, que é uma relação mútua e recíproca tão cingida e íntegra quão são a identidade e o reflexo de cada um de nós. do que resulta o facto de a expressão «demónio meu» ser uma expressão tanto de compreensão quanto de amor próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13ghosts, “oh my demon!”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in your window is burning&lt;/span&gt;, 13ghosts music, 2002.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6296014538657943515?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6296014538657943515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6296014538657943515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/02/lxxxvii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-6746946656820710326</id><published>2008-01-27T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:05:11.586Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lxxxvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. existe-se em cerco, o que significa que alguém, qualquer quem, é e orienta-se pelos reflexos e pelos projectos que consegue com e contra o cerco em que existe. porém, sob a condição de tal existência, subsiste uma interrogação. em identidade, o que distingue alguém do demónio em que participa? não é a sua dúvida, não é a sua promessa, não é a sua carne. porque pelas dúvida, promessa e carne mesmas alguém é quem é e é também o demónio que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonnie ‘prince’ billy, “am i demon”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in ask forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;, domino records, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-6746946656820710326?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6746946656820710326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/6746946656820710326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/01/lxxxvi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-4869774830377778375</id><published>2008-01-13T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:00:56.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lxxxv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a vida, nomeadamente o seu sentido, resulta do combate permanente com os demónios, todos os demónios. dos que nos levam, aprendemos a orientação. dos que nos falham, conseguimos a duração. dos outros, se não somos o regresso, somos a sua confirmação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sugarcubes, “delicious demon”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in life’s too good&lt;/span&gt;, one little indian records, 1988.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-4869774830377778375?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4869774830377778375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/4869774830377778375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2008/01/lxxxv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-2177450423134500588</id><published>2007-12-30T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:01:17.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lxxxiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. e se, súbito, um espectro aproximar-se e relatar o que irá acontecer, desfazendo o futuro num enunciado de antecipação, o que poderá ser diferente? a história ainda continuará a ter o final feliz prometido? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regina spektor, “ghost of corporate future”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in soviet kitsch&lt;/span&gt;, sire records, 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-2177450423134500588?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2177450423134500588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/2177450423134500588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2007/12/lxxxiv.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-3478497088355574275</id><published>2007-12-16T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:11:01.697Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lxxxiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. se os fantasmas vão?, não, os fantasmas não vão. como qualquer outro modo de monstro, o seu movimento típico é a aproximação, a vinda. é por isso que sob o domínio fantasmagórico não há hipótese de redenção ou remorso. fugir é ir ao encontro dos fantasmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man man, “banana ghost”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in six demon bag&lt;/span&gt;, ace fu records, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-3478497088355574275?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3478497088355574275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/3478497088355574275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2007/12/lxxxiii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-1397642312273712039</id><published>2007-12-02T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:05:19.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lxxxii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. quantas histórias?, quantas?, são necessárias até tornar-se evidente que cada fantasma é inquilino de uma alma e não um espectro ambulante, sem domicílio. quantas histórias?, quantas?, são necessárias até confirmar-se que, pela demora, fantasma e alma fundem-se, gerando uma entidade única, um prodígio, esquivo - como todos os prodígios -, simultaneamente garantia e engano. quantas histórias?, quantas?, são necessárias até sermos capazes de nos reconhecer pelo flanco fantasmagórico - que vai da condição vaga à disposição oculta -, flanco a que não podemos renunciar sem renunciarmos a nós próprios, à carne e ao espírito que, por junto, somos graciosa e desgraçadamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neutral milk hotel, “ghost”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in in the aeroplane over the sea&lt;/span&gt;, merge records, 1998.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-1397642312273712039?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1397642312273712039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/1397642312273712039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2007/12/lxxxii.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12112923.post-5829728746549824442</id><published>2007-11-18T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:06:51.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lxxxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sob o domínio e a soberania das criaturas dos outros mundos, o caso constitui uma equação simples, de grau menor. o medo que os fantasmas suscitam é um temor cerebral, apenas e só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cure, “fear of ghosts”, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in love song&lt;/span&gt;, elektra records / wea, 1991.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12112923-5829728746549824442?l=os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5829728746549824442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12112923/posts/default/5829728746549824442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://os-monstros-sao-nossos-amigos.blogspot.com/2007/11/lxxxi.html' title=''/><author><name>_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
