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COMEÇANDO O DIA, TERMINANDO A SEMANA, NOTÍCIAS FELIZES
Momento comoção total e absoluta: Name acaba de me mandar um e-mail com a programação da mostra MUSICAIS do Festival do Rio desse ano. SIMPLESMENTE vai passar HAIR, FAMA, ALL THAT JAZZ, THE WALL, TOMMY, NEW YORK, NEW YORK e ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW!!!!! SSIIIIIIMMM, na TELA!!!!! Vou realizar o meu sonho de ver Hair no telão, olha isso! E Rocky Horror, será que vai ter aquela galera performática jogando arroz na sala quando Brad e Janet saem da Igreja???? Travecos produzidos cantando “Let’s do the time warp again”????????
Ahhhhhh, alucinei!!!!!!!!!
Mal posso esperar. Vou ter que arrumar um clone pra ficar trabalhando no meu lugar. Mas de clones eu já to cheia por aí, pela cidade, haha.
:: Marcia Furriel 11:08 a.m.
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"...[R]eturning to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if I was really the great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging his eyes, the secret eyes him-watching, as he just pursed his lips and let great lungs and immortal fingers work, his eyes separate and interested and humane, the kindest jazz musician there could be while being and therefore naturally the greatest--watching Mardou and me in the infancy of our love and probably wondering why, or knowing it wouldn't last, or seeing who it was would be hurt, as now, obviously, but not quite yet, it was Mardou whose eyes were shining in my direction, though I could not have known and now do not definitely know--except the one fact, on the way home, the session over the beer in the Mask drunk we went home on the Third Street bus sadly through night and throb knock neons and when I suddenly leaned over her to shout something further (in her secret self as later confessed) her heart leapt to smell the "sweetness of my breath" (quote) and suddenly she almost loved me--"
DO LIVRO
The Subterraneans
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