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facts about me

paulo, cabeça

o que vai dentro da minha cabeça (versão 1.0)

  1. I’m very calm, except when I get mad.
  2. Yes, I earn my living making fun of nuns and I have already bought a cottage in Sawsea – praise the LORD.
  3. I do not personally know Rhys Hughes and I’m frightened to meet him in person; I’m sure he’s going to give me the tango. And I think I haven’t enough space at home to keep the tango alive.
  4. I love the PETA moto (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) and the PETA moto (People Eating Tasty Animals) – yes, I feed myself of sophists dialectic.
  5. I don’t like football, but if some salad have balls of cheddar cheese I will lick the balls.

for 5 days 3 positive things of my life

I’ve been nominated by Rhys Hughes to post for 5 days 3 positive things of my life

My 3 positives for day 1 are:
  1. I’m a human fan, not a electric one, of Rhys Hughes: the one writer who truly made a difference in my life.
  2. I finished reading a new story: “Trolls de Troy -18- Pröfy Blues”
  3. The barber shave me. I did not recognize myself in the mirror. I shouted. He yelled. The cat ran away. No mirror broke.
My 3 positives for day 2 are:
  1. I hired a goblin to clean my glasses. I now see a more colorful world. I go, however, constantly against the poles – a painful side effect.
  2. When I was 15 years I went for the last time to a witch she told me and to my mother that I had an open body. However I don’t find nothing abnormal with my body, except a huge appetite for knowledge.
  3. I had a vasectomy in 2010. The good thing about this is that I can sin without fertilize. The negative: have been surrounded by so many nurses I could not have since that date more sexual fetishes with nurses.
My 3 positives for day 3 are:
eu a true nerd

a true nerd!

  1. I had an enormous lucky to have outstanding grandmothers and grandfathers. My grandmother, by my father side, was a devout Christian. Every holy Sunday I went with her to the church, but I disliked going to the church and I pass the time counting how many bald heads where in the church. Now I have also a bald head but I am not part of any statistics.
  2. One day I told to my daughter that I don’t have a zero in the head but a airfield. She, then, glued on my head a plane toy. I was the proud owner of a portable airfield.
  3. Today I lost weight. I’m so happy. Now I can tell that I walk and not roll. Wait, what I see so far away but getting closer? Oh! Is my weight, I didn’t know that my weigh was equipped with GPS.
My 3 positives for day 4 are:
  1. I love beer. So I drink beer, like right now
  2. My son is at home. We are now all together, the four. A gestalt family.
  3. Tomorrow is the day before holidays!
My 3 positives for day 5 are:
  1. I love my wife Carla Carvalho Faria and my daughter and my son, and my mother and my father and all you that know that I love you.
  2. Like Jason E. Rolfe I have a sister. Is only one but she is equal to seven sisters. Thanks Glória Brito. Without you I am not me.
  3. I’m so luck to have virtual meet so amazing people like Rhys Hughes, Jason E. Rolfe, David Rix, Fiona Duffin, Adele Whittle, Ricardo Acevedo Esplugas, Ian Towey, Mercie Pedro E Silva, Sissy Pantelis, Carlos Rocha, Garrett Cook, Brendan Connell, Gisela Monteiro and many others (I only use the left side). I’ve meet equal nice and good people like César Figueiredo, Diogo Carvalho, Hugo Teixeira, Susana Leite and many, many others – all of you can turn my gloomy days into sunny days. Because all of you are so fascinating and true people.
    1. A special thanks to my dear friend Hugo Cardoso
    2. A special hug to my like sons Jorge Dias and Patrícia Marques and a big kiss to the mother of this two Lurdes Marques. And I miss you so much my forever friend Jorge Dias, the father.
    3. I know I miss someone but you know I love you, and you and you…

bottled love story by rhys hughes

It’s easier to close a drawer with a key and then put the key inside the drawer, is easier to discover the speed of darkness, than be able to make a review of a book written by Rhys Hughes. I will, however, undertake this task, but only because I live in Meridian 0°.

A way of increasing with success the number of words to a review is to add things that at first glance have nothing to do with the book but with the author. For example: who knew that Rhys Hughes in 2007 has used a bottle to send in Toledo a message to Safaa via the Tagus River? The fact that he now puts the love in a bottle means that he has a loving fixation for bottles?

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bottled love story

Now seriously.

chapter: The Story Begins with the Wave

In the first 16 pages of the book was difficult for me to find that I was reading a story of Rhys Hughes; but quickly I find the words of the villainous Rhys Hughes that even dares to enter as only he knows in the story, because? and I am forced to remind his own words:

As far as I am concerned there can only ever be two characters in a work of fiction — the author and the reader. The other “characters” are just words on a page and simply don’t exist.

Rhys Hughes

The chapter “The Story Begins with the Wave” is writing in the cinematographic style. We have the narration of Amira’s [1] wanderings interspersed with the adventures of Rufus Anton [2]; at the end of the story the two characters find themselves together in a unconventional and nothing loving way – I should add.

In this chapter we have an Rhys Hughes equal to himself, irreverent, tortuous, with ideas and a structure narrative that reminds us of the inventive skills of Dr. Karl Mondaugen. We have a bottle, a chess problem (the first time I read a book with a chess problem was the “Flanders Panel” by Arturo Pérez-Reverte) and the possible existence of the sea monster Xaratan.

The story begins with the wave because

AMIRA wrote her name on the sand of the beach in big capitals and when the tide came in it washed away the last two letters first, so she was left with a question that just needed the addition of a question mark.
Am I?” she wondered.
She knew she must find an answer (…)

page 7


The first answer

bottled love story

“Perhaps I am, perhaps not” (…)

page 8

A few lines later the author reveals an important characteristic of Amira for the unfolding of the story

Amira was curious about everything and this curiosity extended even to curiosity itself. What was curiosity? Why did it exist?

page 9


The second answer
after reading the message discovery inside the green bottle send by Rufus Anton.

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Not yet, not yet.

page 13

And so Amira turned and walked back the way she had come and to her great astonishment she found that the last two letters of her name written on the sand weren’t obliterated by the tide at all but had merely been detached from the others and had floated intact first out to sea and then back again.

Who’s Rufus, by the way? The author explains

(..) Rufus was one of those people who forget to worry about anything and he seemed to have an instinct that meant he always ended up where he ought to be, even if he didn’t recognise that final place for what it was when he got there.

page 16

And are the questions

“What is curiosity? Why does it exist?”

page 17

said by Dr Karl Mondaugen, “a mad scientist“, that continues to be what moves the story. It is, therefore, the curiosity that leads Amira to “the oldest part of the university” where “was a library full of strange books, one of which was a bestiary of imaginary animals that included an entry on the xaratan [3]. But the xaratan, of course, isn’t imaginary.

At this time we are introduced to another animal that’s a real myth the Hound-Do-You-Do; see a photo of the animal with Ryhs Hughes.

hound-do-you-do and rhys hughes

hound-do-you-do and rhys hughes

Rhys Hughes does not miss the opportunity to introduce himself in the story as only he knows

Although I am only the author of this story and not one of the characters in it, and thus must always stand outside rather than within whatever happens now or next, I am happy to state that I once met the Hound-Do-You Do on one of the rare occasions when I was drunk.

pages 19/20

Amira reveals in the following words to be a woman with a strong character and that isn’t up to handle random daydreams – lucky us the readers. I started to like her even more.

Amira said, “This story belongs to the characters and you, the author, should really stay out of it.”

page 20

Throughout this chapter we have several verbal pearls; and this is why I love some much reading Rhys Hughes

(…) For example, when the concept of ‘repetition’ was invented it was hardly of any distinction until it was invented yet again, and it fulfils its function more wonderfully each time it is newly invented.”

page 22

“He was the Half Mate on the clipper ship Toe Scissors which sailed out of Nailcutta.”
“You mean Calcutta,” corrected Karl.
“Yes, I do, but that pun doesn’t work as well. (…)

page 23

They keep appearing many surprises but it’s on page 29 which is shown the greatest surprise: a “abandoned sea” chess game where

The cannonballs were pawns, the pistols were rooks, the suits of armour were knights, the tall hats were bishops, the sea-chests were kings and the cannon were queens and some pieces had been stained black and others white.

page 29

The chess problem that Amira will solve was created by Leonid Yarosh and it was “first published in March 1983 in the famous Russian chess magazine Shakhmaty v SSSR” [4] and “it is generally considered one of the greatest chess problems ever composed.” [4]

The words in this chapter continues to flow like the ocean waves. We have the ever present of the talented and magic Rhys Hughes. And he knows how to hold the reader to a story without using glue – fantastic! And when we notice we are looking at the last lines of the chapter.

He (Rufus Anton) was only dimly aware of a woman’s voice telling him that he had spoiled the game as she was about the make the move that would result in checkmate.

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chapter: The Solution to the Problem

About this chapter I do not have much to say, not because I don’t want to, but simply because I can’t. I must blame the author for the way he wrote the chapter.

On the first pages Amira and Rufus begin to interact in a harmless way, but at the end of the story about the Xaratan the love begins to reveal itself. It is difficult for me to write about the chapter because from page 39 we have two stories simultaneously narrated: one “the main” story, other “the Xaratan” story.

chateau cheval sombre de la mer

new wine brand

When reached this part of the book is indifferent summarize what’s going on and is preferable to write how Rhys Hughes found graphically, so to speak, a way to tell the two stories at the same time. He ingeniously split up the pages into two columns.
In a column there is the story, that I call “the main” in which the font used is bigger; in another column we have the “xaratanic” story in which he used a smaller font. This artifice goes over 10 pages and it works very well.
I advise you to first read the story about the xaratan, keeping it in memory, step back 10 pages and read “the main” story. I laughed at the end exactly as Amira laughed.

The two stories “mate” perfectly – Rhys Hughes did a wonderful job. You need to read it.

From this union of words and after Rufus having closed the book and for

(…) the first time he looked at Amira properly, directly in the eyes, and instantly he lost all his old anxieties and acquired a set of new ones. His mouth opened and he said:
“You are as beautiful as a goddess.”

page 47

As they say that God writes in mysterious ways, also Rhys can write about love in a different way, but consistent with his verbal traps, puns; only he can mesmerize the reader with these words:

“Then take my hand and stop me from drowning in your lovely eyes.”

page 48

“Lake of my eye? That’s singular. Don’t you mean lakes in the plural?”
“This is just one of the lakes,” said Rufus, as his shoes squelched. “No man can look into both of a woman’s eyes at the same time. His gaze will switch from one to the other.”

page 48

this is Rhys at full steam. An he even have the chance to create a new wine brand: Chateau Cheval Sombre de la Mer.

The next chapter will be equally surprising and why? Because I read

This method of telling stories without using words is an invention of Italo Calvino and to him I now pay modest homage.

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chapter: The Chamber of Crossed Destinies

This chapter is the easiest to comment. Where to start?
It’s full of pictures and are the images (tarot cards) that tell the story. And of course I will not recount the plot the cards are telling. I, only, can add that just reading this chapter you can realize not only the beauty of the chapter, but also the genius of Rhys Hughes.

And that single empty space was communal to both of them, so a collision of Fates was unavoidable.

page 60


chapter: The Thousand and One Kisses

And here’s the last chapter in which much is revealed.
The author is warned, again, to stay out of the story when he’s discovered disguised into a painter by our characters?

“I thought I asked you to stay out of this text and not bother your characters,” Amira said to me in a tone of weary disapproval.

page 64

The author attempts to justify is presence with brilliant puns, but

“You and your wordplay!” sighed Amira.

page 65

Once again the brilliance of Rhys Hughes is present in every line. He does not simply tell a story; he provides the reader with visual and language jokes – we just need to pay attention to the page 70 where we are faced with the transformation of the initial game of chess on a game of seduction.

I don’t dare to recount the details of this chapter. I only add that Rhys Hughes has created an ingenious story of love and – checkmate!

The book has another unusual features not seen in other books by Rhys Hughes, started:

  • by the layout of title
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bottled love story – tittle

  • by the existence of lots of pictures
  • for typographic diversity like this one

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  • or this one – the book has this precious image at the beginning of some paragraphs.

bottled love story

 

infos

[1] arabic name
[2] which meant “red-haired” in latin
[3] the sea monster Xaratan was first mentioned in a conversation between Dr Karl Mondaugen and Rufus. (page 18)
[4] from Wikipedia

leonid yarosh

unbelievable

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Unbelievable. I have a story accepted for the Issue #8: “Seduction” of the magazine Black Scat Review.

rustblind and silverbright

There are books that I start reading with a passion that the next thing I note I’m at 30 pages from the end. So what I do? Sometimes I pause. I put it aside to perpetuate the flavor of the words any longer. This happened lately with the book Rustblind and Silverbright edited by Eibonvale Press.

I love trains and the parallel iron lines that extend across the horizon. I was born and live near the train station of Barcelos and maybe this is the reason for the fascination.
Still naughty kid, as should be any kid, I placed enormous nails in the rails as soon as I heard the whistle of the train and I expected that the iron wheels, heavy, round monsters, transform them into thin sheets of metal. I went to the rail bridge rail and thus that the train was approaching I descended some steps to the lower platform to dangerously admire the guts of the beast.

Rustblind and Silverbright is a spectacular anthology, with a special meaning for me. On a scale 1-10 I give a 20 smoothly. All stories are well balanced; discover new authors, rediscover acquaintances is always lovely, without forgetting the words of David Rix that can fascinate the fascination.

It is very difficult for me, for all this to make a consistent, articulate review. I can only say that Rustblind and Silverbright is a book I recommend, recommend and recommend.

pussy excuses!

My neighbour’s cat was lolling around enjoying a languid sunshine.
‘Hello pussy’, she said when I crossed with her.
‘Ma’am respect I’m cute. but not pussy!’
‘I was talking to my cat, not to you,’ she replied.
‘Yeah, yeah – fake excuses!’

imparidades / pun paired

O 2 sabia-se par, mas andava sempre sozinho. Dividiu-se e na separação encontrou os gémeos 1 e 1. Os 1 sabiam-se ímpares, mas faziam um lindo par.

The 2 knew to be even, but he was always alone. He split and in separation he found twins 1 and 1. The 1s knew they were odd, but they made a lovely pair.

ana vidazinha, uma visita ao forno

Hoje realizo a Ana Vidazinha uma necrópsia ao melhor estilo sofista. Para quem não sabe Ana Vidazinha escreveu em perfeita simbiose com Hugo Teixeira o álbum de banda desenhada “Mahou Na Origem da Magia” e tem no forno em modo grill simples o segundo volume – não tenham medo o forno tem um bloqueio de segurança. Sei de fonte segura que teremos um segundo álbum com “uma bela mistura de amoras, framboesas, morangos e cerejas.” A originalidade foi combinar isto tudo com “uma bola de gelado stracciatella estrategicamente colocada no topo de tudo” – simples? sem dúvida, mas quem se iria lembrar disto? quem?? pois… Ana Vidazinha.

E ao contrário de Hugo Teixeira que gosta de cenas ela gosta de coisas. Tem uma queda para a tortura médica, considerada in por quem visita dólmenes; é bafejada por um palato fora do comum.

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mahou, na origem da magia

Foi a entrevista possível tendo em conta que o microondas tinha acabado de fazer beep – altura para levar o caldo de legumes ao bichano da casa.

1. acreditas que atrás de um homem está sempre uma mulher pronta a lhe fustigar com o rolo da massa ou é mais um mito urbano? já que qualquer homem come com prazer as vossas experiências culinárias?
– Não sei, eu não sou mulher para fustigar com rolos da massa. Em caso de necessidade de armamento prefiro o bisturi, a serra oscilante e o berbequim ortopédico. E uma seringa de quetamina.

2. sabendo que tu és uma grande mulher achas que por essa ordem de raciocínio Hugo Teixeira é um grande homem? ou só de perfil é que engana?
– Não, não, cá em casa sou só eu que sou gorda. Bem, eu e o gato.

3. na altura de dar mimos ficas durante quanto tempo indecisa entre os dois bichanos da casa? e sempre que escolhes o mais fofo é por causa dos bigodes?
– Enquanto decido o gato não espera e instala-se logo no meu colo. Não são os bigodes, é o ronron que me vence.

4. não achas que se Hugo Teixeira tivesse uma dieta à base de brócolos pintalgados com bacon estaria menos virado para certas cenas e inclinado para as cenas que realmente interessam?
– Não resulta, tenho experimentado. Melhores resultados têm as pataniscas de bacalhau. Acabam é depressa.

dolmen

ana vidazinha

5. sei que escreves mais rápido do que o Hugo Teixeira tenta desenhar. Já pensaste em lhe colocar um ultimato tipo “ou avanças com essa prancha ou passo eu a desenhar as tuas cenas?” ou achas que com isso ele regressava à infância que realmente nunca deixou e passaria todo o tempo a brincar com legos?
– Uia, isso era uma ameaça mais para mim que para ele. Não, cada página que escrevo é uma estratégia de fuga. Faço-a, entrego-lha, ele atira-se a ela e enquanto está ocupado, eu posso esquecer que tenho mais pra escrever e dedicar-me a outras coisas.

6. quanto à banda desenhada achas que vais à frente do Hugo Teixeira ou atrás dele? ou tudo depende de quem leva a chave do carro?
– Os nossos carros só têm dois lugares: não dá para ir ninguém atrás. Ainda assim, se um dia tivermos um carrinho de mão prefiro que ele vá atrás a conduzi-lo enquanto eu vou refastelada à frente, no veículo, a ler um livro de BD.

Fiquei a saber que Ana Vidazinha com coisas faz magia na cozinha e com palavras magia nos livros.
Se não tiverem a oportunidade de visitar a cozinha de Ana Vidazinha, temos pena; comprem o seu livro Mahou, Na Origem da Magia e mergulhem numa receita que faz bem ao coração.

[1] a imagem de Crumble de Frutos Vermelhos foi rapinada do blog A Casa da Vidazinha
[2] a imagem do dólmen rapinada do perfil da Ana Vidazinha no Facebook
Bom apetite!

maria mariquitas, a entrevista

Maria Mariquitas teve a coragem, diga-se de louvar, de responder a algumas questões que me iam na alma, alma em sentido literário, já que sou ateu, o que só demonstra que é uma grande mulher medida em termos cúbicos – serei magnânimo e acrescento ao melhor estilo Dupond et Dupont que é uma grande mulher que leva à letra “Liebe Ist Für Alle Da“.

Aqui temos a entrevista possível tendo em conta que esta semana encontramos Sol em Escorpião com Ascendente em Leão.

1. Mariquitas é um nome com algum sentido escondido ou é apenas um nome pensado para se ficar com a ideia de coisa “fofa“?
Mariquitas significa Joaninha em espanhol, que em certos países da américa latina, é mais sinónimo de praga do que de coisa fofa, por isso se à primeira vista tem um ar fofo, pode mais aprofundadamente ser verdadeiramente assustador…

2. E voltando ao nome não o achas pernicioso tendo em conta que pode evocar mariquices?
É certo que me chamam muitas vezes de Mariquinhas, mas nunca me ofendeu…

3. Amor ao quadrado 25cmx25cm. Não achas que com essas medidas estás a colocar o amor numa moldura de vidro. Amor que deve ser livre e sem medidas?
Nunca tinha visto as coisas sobre esse prisma, mas vou lançar uma colecção xxl de tamanho 50×50 para “dar mais espaço” ao Amor.. a outra hipótese é retirar o vidro e deixar o amor livre e desimpedido.

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amor ao quadrado em moldura 25×25 (uma visão epistemológica do sentimento, amor)

4. Se eu te encomendasse um amor ao quadrado no qual quisesse ver exibido o amor que tenho à minha virilidade eras artista para encarar o projecto com seriedade? Ou ficarias constrangida ao descobrires que ainda existem coisas tão pujantes que iriam certamente castrar a tua musa?
Como artista tenho de estar aberta a novos desafios, mesmo que me deixem de tal forma assustada que não consiga responder ao resto das perguntas.

5. O teu mercado é totalmente feminino ou tens algum macho que ainda não assumiu a sua feminilidade?
O meu mercado, é quase exclusivamente feminino, mas tenho muitos fãs homens na comunidade o que revela certamente uma sensibilidade grande da parte deles.

6. Estás satisfeita ao cubo com as tuas realizações artísticas?
Completamente, mas estou sempre a pensar que não consigo fazer melhor o que me angustia profundamente.

7. Já pensaste em alargar os quadrados a um mercado mais gótico? Ou vais permanecer nesta cena de que o amor é que está a dar?
Acho o amor estará sempre presente naquilo que faço, mesmo que um dia troque o cor de rosa pelo preto.

Paulo, foi a entrevista mais maluca que já dei na minha vida!!!!

Obrigada!

Não tens de quê. Eu adoro provocar convulsões únicas.

um problema químico…

Para mim ter uma relação sexual é tão normal como roer a unha do dedo grande do meu pé esquerdo ou, numa imagem mais inocente, como pescar moncos dentro do nariz. Entendo, que pessoal, que só “faça o amor” a cada 29 de Fevereiro se sinta revoltado com a minha desenvoltura – temos pena!

Contudo, hoje, não falarei de sexo, mas de química, para perceberam que BigPole é um poço de sabedoria e para abafar, igualmente, os críticos mentecaptos.
Irão concluir, não apenas que a química está presente em muitos actos da nossa vida, mesmo naqueles que pensamos que não, mas também que eu subjugo não apenas o sexo como a química. Um pouco de arrogância nunca me fez qualquer mal.
Acho que será a primeira vez que vai ser tratado, de forma consensual porque quimicamente, o resultado de uma actividade realizada por qualquer ser humano desde sempre. Tentarei usar uma linguagem simples, singela. Aqui vai…

Ontem, ou se preferirem hoje de madrugada, eram cerca das 03h15m, num ambiente de néon proveniente da minha sanita, quando estava a descer uma calça Denim Fit Loose e uma cueca boxer Hom, com um adorável desenho de fantasia e, cuja textura ultra-leve aconchega na perfeição o meu orgão genital, para alapar as nádegas numa Kohler com assento aquecido, pensava no tempo que se perde a evacuar; daí que tenha sempre à mão algumas revistas para folhear.

Depois de terminar o meu serviço, já com o regueiro limpo e não uso papel higiénico, mas sim as opções de uma sanita 4-1 que tem, também, função de bidé e como tal recebo no sítio adequado um jacto de água oscilante a uma temperatura suave e um fluxo de ar quente para secagem, tudo ajustável por comando, ah! e tem controlo de odor, puxei o autoclismo, atirei a roupa para o cesto de roupa suja, e nu preparava-me para um rápido banho de imersão ao som de uma relaxante música ambiente, quando reparei que ficou a boiar no fundo da sanita um resto, razoavelmente redondo, de fezes. Assustei-me. Enojei-me ver aquela coisa a enfrentar-me do fundo da minha Numi. Decidido a acabar com isso usei a função flush-full. O impossível aconteceu e o naco de fezes ganhou ao turbilhão aquático e lá permaneceu a boiar plácido. Assustado duplamente fiquei. Aquilo não se misturava.

Humm….. estaria perante um problema de polaridade? Duplo hummm… hummm…
Vejamos: bebi umas boas cervejas, acompanhadas por um petisco capaz de fazer corar o colesterol. E como sabemos que a água é uma substância polar e as gorduras apolares estaria perante um pedaço de fezes hidrofóbico? Grande questão química percebem? Novo flush-full, o mesmo resultado. Conclui que tinha de anular de alguma forma a polaridade das fezes e como tal atirei para dentro da sanita uns guardanapos que fui buscar à cozinha. Desta vez experimentei um eco-full e pumba o poio desapareceu nos meandros do esgoto. Milagre químico.

Conclusões a tirar? Primeiro que foi mais fácil afundar o Titanic; segundo que tenho de cortar nas gorduras.


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