antes que ele apague.
"As surely as
Blood down the plughole
Turns the wheel
Which is the heart
Of the archaic house
So to the fact
that it was all built by a mouse
The father of the home
In his turning spiral throne
In the centre of the wheel
which is the heart."
daqui
o site.
"The hearts of the Blackheart Gang are, as the name suggests, dark. They hardly show emotion and seldom seem to show any regret for their previous actions, such as the creation of their latest project THE TALE OF HOW. It comes as little surprise that The Tale of How has been renamed, in some circles, as The Grim Reaper. This brings me back to something I mentioned earlier, that is, that their hearts are black. Their cold smug bravado, and their black-in-black eyes are known to strike fear into the hearts of film festival organizers and hotel managers alike. It’s their unresponsive natures, the rumours of the missing journalist, the way they stand in the rain, on the cold veranda, staring at the grey sea. People find ways to dismiss these rather anti social habits by saying ” Jeesh, artists! Go figure ‘em out” or you know “they’ve achieved so much!” But have they really achieved so much? The Blackheart Gang is a well oiled machine, a collective of good friends with passion for the arts. Each member have their own sets of skills and talents that form an incredible collaborative dynamic."
"These three Cape Townians,( who are said to be so mindbogglingly hip that they are forced to wear skinny jeans to keep their pelvis’ from exploding), care little for scholars or metaphors. Nor do they care for all these international awards, fame or the critical acclaim that surrounds their work like smog. All they seem to care about at this point is…"
em breve, parece, o livro também.
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