When I’m invited for social dinners as story teller, I’m always paid before dinner. Like you do with prostitutes. What I never understood is why people often ask me to tell the same stories, as if they were afraid of listening to new ones. Or fear to experiment new positions. So they can have the same reactions. And make the same safe questions. “Don’t forget to tell the story of when you slept with goats, so I can ask if you really did sleep because guests always laugh on that part”.
• 10 July 2014 • 8 notes
I see dead poets. And living poems.
Poetry is a form of overcoming constipation. As it is death.
Dead poets are plus belles que living poetry.
• 10 July 2014 • 10 notes
Happiness can be sign of dumbness and ignorance. If you want to look intelligent be unhappy or wear glasses. Although I believe that everybody should have the right to be unhappy. If you’re happy you’re not taking full advantage of life.
• 10 July 2014 • 8 notes
Out of the Blues X on 2HeadS zine
This week with photographs by Irving Penn, Len Prince, Marc Allégret, Ma Liang, Pierre Boucher, Felix Lupa, Max Ernst, Stuart Franklin, Antonio Perez Rio, Zanele Muholi, Gonzalo Bénard and Herbert List.
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• 8 July 2014 • 174 notes
An intense scent lingering and getting me high on a hyperconsciousness wave that is buzzing my whole being while writing here in the garden. The smell of a flower amidst several others that is spreading the alert of the senses while the bells of the church play their faith and the kids far away little voices out of the school’s building are telling the whole neighbour that is lunch time and not time to be focused on writing. Once in a while nature tell us to take a break and stop being lazy and go cooking if you want to eat even though the only thing I want is to follow the scent and sniff it all day off as I eat petal by petal with my barefoot on the fresh grass but in this nothing happen moment a bird left a feather fall down to break the consciousness of the scent of the flowers so I put the feather on my head as an antenna and the flower in my mouth as a speaker and the writing came out like breaking the break of the hyperconsciousness mind leaving the words following the fingers as stamens spreading polen to other lands. Because writing it is. Polen being spread to different soils to grow under different suns.
• 7 July 2014 • 16 notes
The best way to deal with your own flaws is to embrace them to the point that you can only use them in your favor, and be able to tease yourself with the situations caused by them.
The worst thing that a dumb person can do is trying to look smartish. This only increases the dumbness. An honest dumb person who don’t care or even don’t realize that they’re dumb end up making us deal with some different lines of thoughts. In fact we can learn many things with dumb people and their honesty on that. However, the only thing you can learn with a smartish person is that you don’t want to be one.
If you don’t see properly, make fun of it, use it to have a different perception of the world, see the forms and shapes and colours instead of the sharpening of life. Enjoy it. Yesterday I walked for several hours through Lisbon, and decided not to wear glasses, so I had a different perception of the city, not getting lost in the details and it was quite funny.
You must – by all means – be honest and enjoy the perks of your own flaws. Also, because there are unfortunate people who are so flawless that can’t enjoy that. You are fortunate enough to have them and be different from others. Just dare to be yourself and enjoy it.
• 5 July 2014 • 11 notes
The heart beating of that moment when the river had the water that is no longer there to give place to another water to pass by and a different heart beating.
Temporality. Impermanence. Ephemerous. It’s vital that you shine as if you would live for eternity conscious of the impermanence of the bananas.
Everything, including you. And the memory of you. Or the moment you lived made by all the moments you didn’t because every single banana ends up rotten no matter what. Like apples, with or without sins included. Because of time. and the impermanence of time in the moment that you lived because you die to give life to new forms and beats.
• 5 July 2014 • 4 notes
The day you decide to be yourself, your own life will become much easier as you’ll become much more relaxed. The weight that you carry to please others or fit in your society, doesn’t worth, only drains and rotten your own being.
Make sure that your attitude reflects honestly your personality and the truthful you. You will feel much better, as it’s just a question of real self-acceptance.
• 4 July 2014 • 15 notes
When I grow up I want to be an Isosceles triangle. Please.
• 2 July 2014 • 14 notes
When I was a kid my dream work was to be a private reader for people who were getting old with eye issues: a way to learn and be useful at the same time. Having a job in which you can’t learn daily (and share your knowledge) isn’t a proper work.
Then I grew up. Now I want to be an astronaut and go to Pluto.
• 26 June 2014 • 12 notes
OPEN DOORS // Gonzalo Benard
"It all started when a friend of mine made a post saying on FB "all my plans for tonight were cancelled and I will have to stay home alone and lonely". As I never understood loneliness I thought it would be great to follow a friend, to "spy" on his rituals of loneliness, as I only knew him being social. So I asked him if he didn’t mind me to shoot him, in silence. To observe his loneliness.
I let them free to do their own rituals, and I don’t direct them in that: they must be themselves and do whatever they use to do when alone and lonely. Usually it takes around 2 hours through skype. The webcam is on, they do whatever they want and I follow them. They take me to their bedrooms, living rooms, kitchen, bathroom, terrace…
Nakedness was not imposed, however most of them are naked when alone. It’s important to show their vulnerability, as cloth can be very protective with all its labels.
A camera can always be a voyeuristic tool, even if the person behind it is not. But as autistic I always loved to observe people, to understand their feelings by their expressions, as it’s very hard for us to follow/understand. So in fact I’ve been always an observer in life. I used to sit down at a terrace and spend hours just watch people passing by. Wondering their moods, lives and joys by studying their face expressions.
The only difference is that here I shoot the screen.”
[book to be released later this year]
• 19 June 2014 • 616 notes