lustro do dia

Patrick Watson

sonhos felizes

My Little Airport

(traduzido às escuras, parece que o tema se chama: Andar a pé no jardim zoológico é coisa séria  )

o sol não pode viver perto da lua

(a flor e o espinho de Nelson Cavaquinho - os Soaked Lamb e a animação de uma infelicidade)

shaun tan

oscar animado

Oscar de Melhor Curta de Animação:

The Lost Thing

Shaun Tan 

para quando a edição em Portugal, das obras deste autor maravilhoso?

trailer

um sopro do coração

Bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going

to let anybody see

you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I pur whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

never know that

he's

in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say,

stay down, do you want to mess

me up?

you want to screw up the

works?

you want to blow my book sales in

Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody's asleep.

I say, I know that you're there,

so don't be

sad.

then I put him back,

but he's singing a little

in there, I haven't quite let him

die

and we sleep together like

that

with our

secret pact

and it's nice enough to

make a man

weep, but I don't

weep, do

you?

Charles Bukowski

animação de Monika Umba

uma história de namorados

... the day I turned into a ghost was one of those I missed you most

animação de  Ines Christine Geisser e Kirsten Carina Geisser

(visto aqui ) 

um mundo delicado

The Fish and The Doll

animação de Rima Staines
música de Orla Wren

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via

a vida dos livros

a Bretanha, a voz de Jeanne Moreau e as ilustrações de Rebecca Dautremer na Festa do Cinema Francês:

Kérity, la Maison des Contes



entrevista a Rebecca Dautremer aqui

The Lost Thing

Além de escrever e ilustrar belíssimos álbuns, Shaun Tan também sabe brincar com outras técnicas, como se pode ver neste excerto de uma curta de animação, recentemente estreada aqui. Para quem não conheça The Lost Thing, pode espreitá-lo aqui.

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a poderosa voz de Nick Cave, nesta excelente curta-metragem do estúdio australiano The People's Republic of Animation, dirigida por Eddie White e Ary Gibson:

 

The Cat Piano

numa cidade de gatos músicos e cantores, um gato poeta procura salvar a sua musa do poder de uma maléfica criatura que ameaça destruir a cidade e as suas melodias.  

Long ago my city’s luminous heart, beat with the song of four thousand cats. Crooners who shone in the moonlight mimicry of the spotlight. Jazz singers. Hip cats that went ‘Scat!’ Buskers with open-mouthed hats hungry for a feed. Parlours paraded purring glamorous songstresses. Smoky hookahs and smoking hookers. Strays strummed string and sung a cocktail of cat’s tails. A decadent party of meowing sound. A bohemian behemoth, post-midnight soiree.

Amongst the chorale ‘o tuneful ones was one fair queen who drew me from o’er the way. Her fur, an amorous white and a voice that made all the angels of eternity sound tone deaf. Blind with love at first sight, touched by the taste of her sound, I longed to be the microphone she cradled near her breast.

‘Twas our Shang-ri-la of sound, A paradise found where nothin’ could stop us. Or so it seemed.

Singers began to vanish like sailors lost at sea. Snatched from stage alley way Shanghai’d from behind scarlet curtain. Into thin air they disappeared without a single cry. Police study the clues. Foot-prints from human shoes.

So you’ve heard of every instrument but? Torn from your history books is this pianola, This harpsichord of harm. The cruellest instrument to spawn from man’s grey cerebral soup. The Cat Piano.

Confined were the cats in a row of cages. With each note struck upon it’s ivory tusks, A sharpened nail would pierce each cat’s tail, Forcing a note from each pitch on the scale.

I ran my cursed writer’s run to tell her beware. She wasn’t there. My soul capsized. Like a fish, paralysed. On a chopping board, its spinal cord ripped forth from its body, Her vocals the last the thief had needed, A rare celestial pitch that would complete his collection.

The city in unrest. Fights broke out in its sleep. I couldn’t dream anymore. There was a hole in my heart and everything fell out of it. All music forbidden. Keep your lullabies hidden. And your A and E minors off the street after dark.

My town grew cold and bitter. In icy hibernation was the once thumping heart. Now seizing up. Freezing up.

Katzenklavier. The torturous worm of sound burrowed deep into my ears. Le Piano du chat I thought of Van Gogh. Neko Piano. I’d put an end to this incessant, inescapable drone. Mao Gang Qin

I enlisted an army of the brave and I their general declared war. Poised with tooth and fire in paw. We would finally settle this musical score. Eyes with fierce intent that glowed. Through tempestuous waters we rowed. Storming the shores, Swarming in scores, Scaling its walls with well-sharpened claws, We invaded the tower through all its doors.

Up the winding stairs, To meet him with blinding stares. There he sat. The organ grinder.

He turned, we pounced, we scratched and bit. He stumbled. Fell through the window. Screaming into the indigo waters below.

We freed the chain gang from their jail. Cremated the piano. And for home we set sail.

The city had reclaimed its vestal muse. It would live again. Beat again. Cats would sing in the street again. And I in anonymity as I had been long before this soliloquy, Could sit and listen from afar. The Cat Piano, now a healed over wound. And this ode its fading scar.

via

o homem dos sete instrumentos

live city

gosto de despojos, das marcas que os dias deixam nos muros e nas casas, tanto quanto me enternece este labor criativo e itinerante capaz de criar significados vivazes pelas cidades.

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I lived on the Moon, de Yannick Puig (via)

another rainy day

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ilustrado, dirigido e produzido pela artista australiana Celeste Potter (via)

love this song!

animação realizada pela ilustradora Julia Pott


Your little white car looks like a rental
& it's stalled at the sav-on coz the starter's temperamental
Call your boyfriend it goes to voice mail
Leave a message baby get me please

Wait at the laundromat read a magazine
Tear out the page with the picture of some shoes
You get impatient go to a cafe
See a girl from your high school but you look away

You take your coffee black the way your mother would
One packet sweet n low one packet sugar
Your boyfriend texts you he's sorry that he's late
He didn't hear the ring he's on his way

You take your cough drops you call them hoarse pills
But they won't help anything if you keep smoking
Go to a movie go to the rodeo
Ride the train with the vagrants & watch the buildings fall away

laços

FATHER AND DAUGHTER
Michael Dudok de Wit, Holanda, 2000
( um holandês radicado em Londres que trabalha em vários estúdios como director e animador independente)

cristalino no traço, belíssimas, a história e a música que a passeia. verdadeira pintura animada.

cidade dos livros

City of Books, uma excelente animação para comemorar o 25º aniversário da editora 4th Estate, encontrada aqui