Photo of Jean-Luc Godard by Jeffrey Blankfort.

The picture and quote are taken from a conversation between Godard, Juris Svendsen, Tom Luddy, and David Mairowitz which was published in San Francisco Express Times, March 1968.

 the full quote:

“I’d like to continue speaking about Art. But maybe we shouldn’t, because now it’s reactionaries who only talk about Art. Art is a normal everyday activity. It’s not an extraordinary one. What must be done is to show art as an everyday activity, like sports. It’s precisely the reactionaries who try to say that art is something out of the ordinary, something special.  So they pay well and try to give artists a luxurious life.”

Extraído de: http://yawncity.tumblr.com/post/78764735172/now-its-reactionaries-who-only-talk-about-art

É você que tem

os olhos tão gigantes

e a boca tão gostosa

eu não vou aguentar

And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything that you had...

And what was left after that, too.

Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself

What the hell I'm supposed to do

And then I can tell myself

Not to ride along with you

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met 

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

Oh take me back to the night we met

Sweet dreams, MP

I just sort of always feel sick without you baby

I ain't got anything to lick without you baby

Nothing really sticks without you baby

Ain't I fallen in love?

It's just the pits without you baby

It's really just the pits without you baby

It's like everyone's a dick without you baby

Ain't I fallen in love?

And all my pals will tell me that I'm crazy

You bet I'm loopy alright!

And I just don't recognize this fool that you

Have made me,

I haven't seen him for a while

And as you're shrinking figure blows a kiss

I catch and smash it on my lips

Darling I can't seem to quit

Completely falling to bits

I really might be losing it

The idea that you've existed all along's

Ridiculous

I don't know what to say

Baby we ought to fuck seven years of bad

Luck out the powder room mirror

Could I have made it any clearer?

It's love like a tongue in a nostril

Love like an ache in the jaw

You're the first day of spring with a septum piercing

Aunque se pudra mi boca por callar

Y es que esta es mi corteza

Donde el hacha golpeará

Donde el río secará para callar

Sucking too hard on your lollipop

live your life until love is found,

or love's gonna get you down.