ORANGE (no. 16)

Na tarde cinza,
te mostrarei o Coursera, o Veduca, o Lynda, o iTunes U
e aqueles cursos de Yale com o Paul Bloom.
Vou te contar dos podcasts, dos documentários da BBC,
no Netflix ou no Youtube;
do RSS, da edição do Paris Review, do Lapham's Quarterly,
New Yorker, Atlantic , Spectator, Economist (...)
(...) pra ler bem aqui no Facebook.
Indicarei iBooks, Kindle para iPad,
Bookdepository,
e umas cinqüenta e três mil palestras do TED.
.
.
.
Mas na manhã azul,
quando o peso do barulho for já muito grande,
a informação, asfixiante
E essa coisa toda parecer demais pra ti,
.
.
.
Na manhã azul,
vou te falar de Urubici.

ORANGE no. 15 (or I just bought a book by Bukowski)

BestbuyDuaneReadChaseManhattanFossil
PizzaParlourTommyBahamaBowerySavings
BarnesandNobleApplestoreRedken
SephoraGuessBankOfAmericaAnnTaylor

LordantaylorH&MAldoBenneton
SunglassHutMichaelKorsStarbucks
UrbanOutfittersTheSonyPlaza
CartierFAOSchawartzSaksFifthAvenue
And the Rockefeller Centre

FOR GOD'S SAKE, THE ROCKEFELLER CENTER!

And all I care for
Are your long long legs
And your soft, wavy hair
That dances gently
Around your shoulders.

ORANGE

All these golden locked
Blue eyed Gretls
They are killing me Man!
Killing me!
Just killing me!
I ain't alright
Not with all them blondies around
And the bright city lights
I'm growing confused
And I'm loving it

Just killing me!
I mean, picture THAT.

ORANGE

I'm going crazy
I'm limping for fun
In Madison avenue
I can see the Chrysler building
But it doesn't look me in the eye
Not like that blonde girl
From the other poem and stuff.

Sincerely Yours,
East 42nd.

ORANGE

God bless'em summer dresses
And tiny skirts
It's hot in the island
Hot town, summer in the city.

God bless the chrysler building
And grand central
Hot town, summer in the city.

God bless the ghost busters
And the point'n'shoot camera
Hot town, summer in the city.

God bless pershing square
Currently undergoing roadworks
Sorry for the inconvenience

ORANGE

Been on the subway
Four five six green line
Four and five is nine
Nine and six is fifteen
Fifteen is six
I got no idea if thats a good number
Or if it matches the color green
The tourist passerby don't seem to help
He barely knows about Susan Miller and stuff
I mean, we're in the twenty first century
But that's another number.

ORANGE

There's a girl in the train
Blonde, blue eyes
Looking at me

Am I pretty?
Do I look famous?
Does she know I am a genius
And can see beyond time
To what we can achieve together?

Or is it this untimely acne
Right at the tip of my nose?