sexta-feira, dezembro 01, 2006

José Luís Peixoto.


não há nenhuma diferença entre aquilo que aconteceu mesmo e aquilo que fui distorcendo com a imaginação, repetidamente, repetidamente, ao longo dos anos. não há nenhuma diferença entre as imagens baças que lembro e as palavras cruas, cruéis, que acredito que lembro, mas que são apenas reflexos construídos pela culpa.
in Cemitério de Pianos.

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homesick.alien disse...

- Yeah, yeah. Well do you know that thing Benedict Anderson says about identity?
-No.
-Well, he’s talking about like, say, a baby picture. So you pick up this picture, this two-dimensional image, and you say, "That’s me." Well, to connect this baby in this weird little image with yourself living and breathing in the present, you have to make up a story like, "This was me when I was a year old, and then later I had long hair, and then we moved to Riverdale, and now here I am." So it takes a story that’s actually a fiction to make you and the baby in the picture identical to create your identity.


Lisa Moore and Carole Dawson in Waking Life