Saturday, 3 August 2013
Friday, 2 August 2013
First a smudge of smoke, then the long cigar
The old man puffed into sight like a venerable battlewagon pressing up over the horizon. First a smudge of smoke, then the long cigar, then the familiar, stoop-shouldered hulk that a generation has come to know as the silhouette of greatness.
- Of Winston Churchill disembarking from the Queen Mary, Time, US news periodical, 14 January 1952
Yousuf Karsh - The "bulldog" photograph
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| Sir Winston Churchill in the Speaker’s Chambers, House of Commons, Ottawa, on 30 December 1941 |
«I said, "Forgive me, sir" and plucked the cigar out of his mouth. By the time I got back to my camera, he looked so belligerent he could have devoured me. It was at that instant that I took the photograph. The silence was deafening.»
— Yousuf Karsh, Karsh: A Fifty-Year Retrospective, 1983
Julius Henry "Groucho" Marx
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| Censored line, You Bet Your Life (radio and television program, 1947–1961) |
Groucho experts are divided about whether this line is real or apocryphal, and Groucho himself at different times remembered it both ways. The strongest evidence for its authenticity is that You Bet Your Life head writer Bernie Smith affirmed it. There was a similar line that is documented to have actually aired on the show: "Well, I like pancakes, but I haven’t got closets full of them" (said in 1955 to a woman with seventeen children).
Thursday, 1 August 2013
Satisfaction
When I’m watchin’ my TV
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke
The same cigarettes as me.
— Mick Jagger e Keith Richards, canção, (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction, 1965
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar
«After all, as Sigmund Freud once said, there are times when a man craves a cigar simply because he wants a good smoke.»
— Peter Gay, American Historical Review, 1961
La Cucaracha
La cucaracha, la cucaracha
Ya no puede caminar
Porque no tiene, porque le falta
Marijuana que fumar.
— Canção
Wednesday, 31 July 2013
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Monday, 29 July 2013
I have a dream
Não obstante a minha lacunar educação em artefactos pós-modernos, desconstrutivismo, instalações artísticas e séries televisivas (onde transporto o estigma de não ser suficientemente ilustrado, como todas as pessoas que vêm todas as séries), descobri, por mero acaso e absoluta falta de sono, a resposta nunca antes proferida; a melhor desde o início dos tempos, dada por um anão a um gigante (barbudo, feio, porco e mau, emprestado por um realizador neo-realista italiano a produtor do capitalismo judeu de Hollywood).
Interrogado de forma ameaçadora sobre como preferia morrer, reponta o ainda jovem anão:
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