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dezembro 03, 2007
the wit and wisdom of quentin crisp
If one is not going to take the necessary precautions to avoid having parents, one must undertake to bring them up.
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The whole set of stylisations that are known as "camp" was, in 1926, self-explanatory. Women moved and gesticulated in this way. Homosexuals wished for obvious reasons to copy them. The strange thing about "camp" is that it has become fossilized. The mannerisms have never changed. If I were now to see a woman sitting with her knees clamped together, one hand on her hip and the other lightly touching her back hair, I should think, "Either she scored her last social triumph in 1926 or it's a man in drag."
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I now know that if you describe things as better as they are, you are considered to be romantic; if you describe things as worse as they are, you will be called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you will be thought of as a satirist.
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Some years ago, in a New York house the windows of which were never opened, two brothers lived. One of them became blind and partially paralyzed. Toward the end of his life he never went out at all; the other left the house briefly to buy food and newspapers with which, after a while, the rooms were piled so high that the place was transformed into a network of canyons from one strategic point to another. To keep out intruders every inch of this labyrinth was mined with booby traps. One day one of these was set off by accident. When, months later, the corpses of the brothers were found, one of them was still sitting up in bed waiting for the other. The second lay only a few yards away, pinned by tons of newsprint to the floor. Even before he was quite dead, the rats had begund to gnaw at his body.
In a sense this was the way I lived, this the fate that overtook me. The place where no harm can come is the place where nothing at all can come. Here i stood. In the end the habit of taking no notion of those that hated me diminished my perception to the point where I became impervious to influence of any kind and therefore to all change except decay.
(do livro "The Naked Civil Servant")
Posted by Rodrigo de Lemos at dezembro 3, 2007 02:59 PM
Comments
Eu me agradaria de idéia de ser considerado um satirista. Ou um realista. Jamais um romântico.
The place where no harm can come is the place where nothing at all can come. Bonito e verdadeiro.
Posted by: Nagel at dezembro 4, 2007 12:26 PM