sexta-feira, 26 de março de 2010
segunda-feira, 15 de março de 2010
Dois Amargos de Carlos Nejar
AMARGA É A CARNE
Amarga é a carne
amargos são os mastros
toda a salsugem cai
na mulher que se abre
as vozes são ferozes
no pão das vagas barco
amarga é a carne
amargos são os mastros
o dia morde o sangue
na espuma que se abre
amarga é a carne
amargos são os mastros
nos dói o que sustém
o espesso do caminho
amarga é a carne
amargos são os mastros
nos gasta a espuma
o sangue é azedo gume
amarga é a carne
amargos são os mastros
nos gasta o que sustém
o fundo do caminho
quando os remos descansam
amargos são os mastros.
(LIVRO DO TEMPO. 1965)
O EXÍLIO
O exílio não é o longe,
mas o cerco.
O exílio, campo exposto,
onde pasta o pensamento,
boi que trabalha no amanho.
O exílio é um deus amargo.
(CANGA - JESUALDO MONTE. 1971)
CARLOS NEJAR. A Genealogia da Palavra. São Paulo: Iluminuras, 1989.
Marcadores:
amargo,
Carlos Nejar,
carne,
exílio,
mastro
terça-feira, 9 de março de 2010
Rasputina - My Little Shirtwaist Fire
Ainda comemorando o Dia Internacional da Mulher vamos com essa banda feminina novaiorquina de punk-gótico-esquisito que se auto-denomina de "cello-rock" e que fez uma canção em homenagem às garotas que morreran na Triangle Waist Factory.
Band: Rasputina
Album: Thanks for the Ether
Song: My Little Shirtwaist Fire
Date: 1996
Label: Sony
My Little Shirtwaist Fire
Once it started,
The frail and fainthearted
Just withered to the floor.
The frail and fainthearted
Just withered to the floor.
Oh so sadly
We examined hands burned badly
By that which no man fears more-
We examined hands burned badly
By that which no man fears more-
The terrible flames of
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.
My best friend was
Alone in the alcove,
Does anyone see her there?
Alone in the alcove,
Does anyone see her there?
Such a sweet face,
trapped in the staircase
By the smell of her own burning hair and the
trapped in the staircase
By the smell of her own burning hair and the
Terrible flames of
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.
Glow baby glow as the embers they died there,
Nobody knows what we saw inside there.
Twisting and burning, the girls' fine young bodies
Nobody knows what we saw inside there.
Twisting and burning, the girls' fine young bodies
Yes, we're burning can you help us please?
Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees
Oh, my Little Shirtwaist Fire.
Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees
Oh, my Little Shirtwaist Fire.
Girls work hard for
Small rewards or
Invitations to dine
Small rewards or
Invitations to dine
Or one kind word from
One who loves them but
What I have earned is mine-
One who loves them but
What I have earned is mine-
The terrible flames of
all that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.
all that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.
Band: Rasputina
Album: Thanks for the Ether
Song: My Little Shirtwaist Fire
Date: 1996
Label: Sony
segunda-feira, 8 de março de 2010
8 de março - Dia Internacional da Mulher e o Incêndio da Triangle Waist Factory
Marcadores:
dia internacional da mulher,
triangle waist factory fire
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