Sedução da Carne (2018) - full transcript
A delicate and tenacious writer, widowed three years ago, engages in frequent conversations with a parrot. However, she's always observed by a large portion of raw meat.
My name is Siloé.
In my life,
imagination, music,
poetry, dreams,
they are all real.
I have always lived unbridled,
where souls wander aimlessly
in a blatant darkness.
I became a widow three years ago.
My husband died suddenly
during an excursion
we would make to remote destinations,
listening, seeing, old footpaths.
Enchanted places.
Light. Color.
Music...
The nocturnal songs of eastern birds.
A world that brought me close
to my wildest dreams.
Day after day,
night after night,
the same delight,
the same mystery.
Death killed all the wonder.
My husband died while we were at a beach.
We were walking in the sand
and foam of the waves,
watching the birds,
the fishermen, the horizon.
To us, it was a new world...
It was when,
when I felt alone.
I looked back and saw his fallen body
at the edge of the water.
I ran to him,
he was dead.
Dead, but seemingly
on the verge of a new life...
Destructive death...
On a sunny day,
with crystal waters
and a calm sea,
with pleasant temperatures…
three years ago I became a widow.
Sexual relations
between man and beast
have always existed,
ever since animals became
domesticated in caves.
Domestication would include coitus,
sexual intercourse.
Someone in bloom,
someone in doom,
someone...
The swan.
A bird with strong symbolism,
known for the sleekness of its feathers.
A famous mythological tale tells us
of how Jupiter transformed
itself into a swan
to seduce and win over Leda.
From this union
Pollux and Castor,
and Helen and
Clytemnestra were born.
It is Apollo's sacred animal.
Swans that pull
Venus's carriage,
attribute of muses.
The Parrot.
The symbolism of the parrot
inspires different things:
its curious and
irresponsible way of speaking
is symbolic of
innocence and purity.
But the parrot has a uniqueness:
a hidden membrane
from the human body,
it is sensitive, enticed,
attracted by the soft
touch of its feathers
that cascade along the body,
smooth like silk, sweet like opium,
perfect as they move between the lips
and the small erect organ.
The covered membrane,
in a suave upward movement,
it exposes itself,
surging whole,
with continuous affection.
Strong pleasure, inebriating, narcotic...
perfect as they move between the lips
and the small erect organ.
Strong pleasure, inebriating,
narcotic, celestial,
delightfully delicate
and incomparably sweet...
Humans are ordinary, ignorant and rude...
You shall be the keeper
of memories of old things.
Parrot Humboldt.
My father also liked old things.
He was a brilliant
and powerful inspiration.
He was the one who chose my name, Siloé.
Siloé was a fountain
at the foot of Mount Zion.
There they made a pool where Jesus Christ
ordered a blind man to wash himself,
he then put a mixture onto his eyes,
made of a bit of mud and his own saliva.
The miracle of the restored vision
always made an impression upon my father.
The writer João Ribeiro was remarkable.
His scholarly exegesis on the aphorisms,
proverbs, and short phrases
found in our national
Brazilian language
teaches us to see,
to read, to think.
They are great
and important books
on the rhythmic and stylistic
history of our literature.
History that has not yet been written.
João Ribeiro took a cadence,
a cultured and
philosophic language,
he made a map of what had disappeared
and saved it from oblivion.
So much poetry, so many texts,
so many verbal curiosities,
a vigorous and modern writing,
attuned to the archaic.
João Ribeiro, remember this name.
The Parrot first appeared
on the map in 1519
when Brazil was known
as the "Land of Parrots".
The bird was unknown to the Europeans,
a bird associated with Heaven on Earth,
and a sign of all around wealth.
Our names were: Holy Cross,
Land of Parrots, True Cross,
and in the end, violating sacrosanctity,
we became known as Brazil.
To be poised for disaster.
The true meaning of poise
is a state of balance or equilibrium;
to be composed,
dignified, and self-confident.
But obviously one
cannot maintain this idea
of balance and dignity
when a person is
poised for disaster,
that is, crumbling under pressure.
There is, however, an essential difference
between giving off a dignified appearance
and standing at the brink of disaster.
In the same vain,
the Portuguese expression
"em apuros" comes
from the Latin "in puribus"
and is found among
old medical terms:
in puribus meaning poor humours,
reduced to pus.
A headless mule.
The headless mule
is a common superstition and folklore.
A priest's wife, after some years,
becomes "the headless mule"
and each night runs
through seven parishes.
The symbolic details
of the superstition
share distant roots
with that of the witch.
That she is a mule is essential,
being a hybrid that can travel
through many parishes in one night.
That she is headless
provides the meaning of "witch".
Witches do not have heads,
or they seem not to
because they hide themselves
within the hood of their cloak.
The blood of animals,
the silence of animals,
the value of animals.
We destroy this notion,
we forget that the origin of
animals is the origin of humans!
Since ancient times our relationship
with animals has been strategic.
Humans learned from animals.
Humans owe them.
Humans have lost their souls.
What people do to animals
is the same they do to those
who are different from them.
The greed, the slaughtering,
the daily, industrial,
indiscriminate
killing of millions of animals,
it all reflects who we really are.
♪ Why so much ambition and vanity?
♪ In search of a lost star
♪ It's always the simple things in life
♪ That bring us happiness
♪ Happiness is a simple house
♪ With geranium flowers in the window
♪ A white knit hammock
♪ With the two of us dreaming in it
♪ Ai, ai, ai, it's so little, my love
♪ Ai, ai, ai, but it's enough for me
♪ Ai, ai, ai, it's so little, my love
♪ Ai, ai, ai, but it's enough for me. ♪
In my life,
imagination, music,
poetry, dreams,
they are all real.
I have always lived unbridled,
where souls wander aimlessly
in a blatant darkness.
I became a widow three years ago.
My husband died suddenly
during an excursion
we would make to remote destinations,
listening, seeing, old footpaths.
Enchanted places.
Light. Color.
Music...
The nocturnal songs of eastern birds.
A world that brought me close
to my wildest dreams.
Day after day,
night after night,
the same delight,
the same mystery.
Death killed all the wonder.
My husband died while we were at a beach.
We were walking in the sand
and foam of the waves,
watching the birds,
the fishermen, the horizon.
To us, it was a new world...
It was when,
when I felt alone.
I looked back and saw his fallen body
at the edge of the water.
I ran to him,
he was dead.
Dead, but seemingly
on the verge of a new life...
Destructive death...
On a sunny day,
with crystal waters
and a calm sea,
with pleasant temperatures…
three years ago I became a widow.
Sexual relations
between man and beast
have always existed,
ever since animals became
domesticated in caves.
Domestication would include coitus,
sexual intercourse.
Someone in bloom,
someone in doom,
someone...
The swan.
A bird with strong symbolism,
known for the sleekness of its feathers.
A famous mythological tale tells us
of how Jupiter transformed
itself into a swan
to seduce and win over Leda.
From this union
Pollux and Castor,
and Helen and
Clytemnestra were born.
It is Apollo's sacred animal.
Swans that pull
Venus's carriage,
attribute of muses.
The Parrot.
The symbolism of the parrot
inspires different things:
its curious and
irresponsible way of speaking
is symbolic of
innocence and purity.
But the parrot has a uniqueness:
a hidden membrane
from the human body,
it is sensitive, enticed,
attracted by the soft
touch of its feathers
that cascade along the body,
smooth like silk, sweet like opium,
perfect as they move between the lips
and the small erect organ.
The covered membrane,
in a suave upward movement,
it exposes itself,
surging whole,
with continuous affection.
Strong pleasure, inebriating, narcotic...
perfect as they move between the lips
and the small erect organ.
Strong pleasure, inebriating,
narcotic, celestial,
delightfully delicate
and incomparably sweet...
Humans are ordinary, ignorant and rude...
You shall be the keeper
of memories of old things.
Parrot Humboldt.
My father also liked old things.
He was a brilliant
and powerful inspiration.
He was the one who chose my name, Siloé.
Siloé was a fountain
at the foot of Mount Zion.
There they made a pool where Jesus Christ
ordered a blind man to wash himself,
he then put a mixture onto his eyes,
made of a bit of mud and his own saliva.
The miracle of the restored vision
always made an impression upon my father.
The writer João Ribeiro was remarkable.
His scholarly exegesis on the aphorisms,
proverbs, and short phrases
found in our national
Brazilian language
teaches us to see,
to read, to think.
They are great
and important books
on the rhythmic and stylistic
history of our literature.
History that has not yet been written.
João Ribeiro took a cadence,
a cultured and
philosophic language,
he made a map of what had disappeared
and saved it from oblivion.
So much poetry, so many texts,
so many verbal curiosities,
a vigorous and modern writing,
attuned to the archaic.
João Ribeiro, remember this name.
The Parrot first appeared
on the map in 1519
when Brazil was known
as the "Land of Parrots".
The bird was unknown to the Europeans,
a bird associated with Heaven on Earth,
and a sign of all around wealth.
Our names were: Holy Cross,
Land of Parrots, True Cross,
and in the end, violating sacrosanctity,
we became known as Brazil.
To be poised for disaster.
The true meaning of poise
is a state of balance or equilibrium;
to be composed,
dignified, and self-confident.
But obviously one
cannot maintain this idea
of balance and dignity
when a person is
poised for disaster,
that is, crumbling under pressure.
There is, however, an essential difference
between giving off a dignified appearance
and standing at the brink of disaster.
In the same vain,
the Portuguese expression
"em apuros" comes
from the Latin "in puribus"
and is found among
old medical terms:
in puribus meaning poor humours,
reduced to pus.
A headless mule.
The headless mule
is a common superstition and folklore.
A priest's wife, after some years,
becomes "the headless mule"
and each night runs
through seven parishes.
The symbolic details
of the superstition
share distant roots
with that of the witch.
That she is a mule is essential,
being a hybrid that can travel
through many parishes in one night.
That she is headless
provides the meaning of "witch".
Witches do not have heads,
or they seem not to
because they hide themselves
within the hood of their cloak.
The blood of animals,
the silence of animals,
the value of animals.
We destroy this notion,
we forget that the origin of
animals is the origin of humans!
Since ancient times our relationship
with animals has been strategic.
Humans learned from animals.
Humans owe them.
Humans have lost their souls.
What people do to animals
is the same they do to those
who are different from them.
The greed, the slaughtering,
the daily, industrial,
indiscriminate
killing of millions of animals,
it all reflects who we really are.
♪ Why so much ambition and vanity?
♪ In search of a lost star
♪ It's always the simple things in life
♪ That bring us happiness
♪ Happiness is a simple house
♪ With geranium flowers in the window
♪ A white knit hammock
♪ With the two of us dreaming in it
♪ Ai, ai, ai, it's so little, my love
♪ Ai, ai, ai, but it's enough for me
♪ Ai, ai, ai, it's so little, my love
♪ Ai, ai, ai, but it's enough for me. ♪