# 666

Groove is in the heart.

# 665

Viviane Sassen.

# 664

A páginas tantas «I am photographed for Creem magazine with my head resting on Jake's exposed belly.
  'Do you know what you're doing?' asks new manager Arnold Stiefel.
  'No?' I say in a small voice.
  'Well, that's a very intimate shot.'
  'Oh?' I say, baffled.
  'A man doesn't rest his head on another man's stomach,' Arnold goes on.
  'No?' I answer, all adrift on the cruel sea.»

# 663

Nascido para cuidar.

# 662

Feminismo IV.

# 661

A vida de Pi.

# 660

Para a M.M. 

«I look out of the bedroom window and can see the university buildings just across a windswept car park. Only a five-minute walk away is the union bar. 'I'll head over there,' I think, 'and see if I can spot anyone I know.' A couple of other girls from school have come up to Hull, so in the bar I scan the room for familiar faces, but can see no one. I start queuing for a drink when an announcement comes ringing out over the tannoy system: ‘If Tracey of the Marine Girls is in the building, will she please come to reception.’ Now I’d be lying if I implied that this was a complete shock – I had already been told earlier in the summer by Mike Akway that a label-mate of mine on Cherry Red, a solo artist called Ben Watt, was going to Hull at the same time, though I barely took it in at all. Mike had pointed out Ben’s photo on the wall at the Cherry Red offices, but again I took no notice, and he also gave me a copy of Ben’s first single ‘Cant’, and I still took no notice. Hearing this message broadcast, I realise it is probably Ben trying to track me down, and he suddenly seems like a possible kindred spirit in this hellish place full of prats in rugby shirts and girls who hide their Tampax behind flowery curtains. I make my way up the stairs to reception and there he is, leaning against a pillar.»

# 659

Vejo um gato, por dentro e por fora.

(foto: Jean-Marie Périer)

# 658

Feminismo III.

# 657

A domani!

# 656

De vez em quando a vida é hoje.

# 655

Feminismo II.

# 654

Feminismo.

# 653

David quietly tells me, ‘You know, I’ve had so much sex and drugs that I can’t believe I’m still alive,’ and I loudly tell him, ‘You know, I’ve had SO LITTLE sex and drugs that I can’t believe I’m still alive.

Não que seja elemento central na autobiografia mas penso que das tensões mais interessantes na vida de Morrissey é a que põe em confronto a lascívia e a santidade. Quem não sabe que o medo ou a insegurança a que leva o desejo, numa cabeça inexperiente, pode fazê-la refugiar-se no manto protector da castidade?

Em todos os sentidos que quisermos, I entered nothing and nothing entered me.



Ringleader of the Tormentors, INDEED.

# 652

WC.

# 651

# 650

Neverending Gomes regressa para nos fazer sonhar.

# 649

# 648

Thorn on my side.

# 647