And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want want you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really dont' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.
Sarah Kane, in Crave
Essa senhora era uma escritora inglesa. Suicidou-se com 27 anos.
Conheci-a através dos Artistas Unidos que encenaram quase todas as peças dela.
Preparam-se para repor em Fevereiro/Março, no CCB, o Blasted e encenaram a única que faltava Phaedra's Love.
Podes encontrar a tradução das obras todas dela na Campo das Letras - Obras Completas de Sarah Kane. Comprado no Taborda, aos Artista Unidos, sai mais barato.
Também podes encomendar pela Amazon - Sarah Kane Complete Plays.
Os textos dela são arrepiantes. A primeira peça que vi foi o Blasted - Ruinas - é um texto sobre a guerra na Sérvia. Para quem não esteve lá, descreve-a com um realismo tal que é impossível sair-se indiferente.
O texto que mais gosto e que mais mexe comigo é o Psychosis 4.48 (encontram trechos no novo álbum dos Tindersticks). Esta peça relata todo o desespero de quem não sabe como viver, que se sente completamente perdida e desajustada no mundo. É um texto desesperado escrito pouco antes da sua morte.
Esta peça andou a assombrar-me durante muito tempo.
e a tradução é boa?
Dito por: kay no dia 29 de outubro 2003, às 12h25é boa sim.
É uma edição feita em colaboração com os AU.
As traduções são as que eles usaram nas peças :)
You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
I'll kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train
I'll kiss you all starry eyed my body swingin' from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
Pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive
So why can't you forgive me
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
I will find my niche in your car
With my MP3, DVD, rumble pack guitar
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
You are always tryin' to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
Squinched up your face and did a dance
Shook a little terd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you
but you
esqueci-me de referir que é uma canção dos moldy peaches
Dito por: kay no dia 29 de outubro 2003, às 16h14lindo!!! :))
Dito por: dolphin.s no dia 29 de outubro 2003, às 16h38como eu gosto deste trecho da peça! obrigado dolphin :)
Dito por: jm no dia 29 de outubro 2003, às 16h45tardaste :)*******
Dito por: dolphin.s no dia 29 de outubro 2003, às 16h57quem já daqui não sai indiferente sou eu que, já pus na minha lista este nome :D
Dito por: nelson no dia 30 de outubro 2003, às 10h23ehehehehe
há coisas que sabe tão bem contagiar :))
Dito por: dolphin.s no dia 30 de outubro 2003, às 10h36Nesta minha segunda visita ao Silêncio, em que o escutei com maior atenção, não poderia ter deparado com uma citação mais esmagadora. Sarah Kane é uma das minhas quase-obsessões, principalmente desde que pude ler, de um fôlego, as obras completas na edição do Campo das Letras que referiste. 4.48 Psicose é também a minha peça preferida. Já estou conquistado pelo blog.
Dito por: Pedro Jordão no dia 1 de novembro 2003, às 04h33:))))
pode ser que nos encontremos nas próximas encenações das peças :)
Dito por: dolphin.s no dia 1 de novembro 2003, às 13h29