Boa noite!

John Updike.

Trad. Ana Luísa Amaral.

Leituras no Metro - 288

Porto: Civilização, 2009

Trad. Ana Luísa Amaral.

Marcadores de livros - 760

Um belíssimo filme de Jim Jarmusch. Um  jovem motorista de autocarro (Paterson) atravessa, de segunda a sexta-feira, a cidade Paterson, em Nova Jérsia. O dia a dia inspira-o a escrever poesia, uma poesia quotidiana que ele vai recitando em voz-off - poemas do poeta Ron Padgett que esteve há dias em Lisboa na apresentação do filme.

Este motorista da carreira 23 é fã do poeta William Carlos Williams que viveu em Paterson e tem mesmo um livro intitulado Paterson.

This is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams

Boa noite!

Kennedy convidou Robert Frost para ler este poema na sua tomada de posse como Presidente dos EUA.

Boa noite!

A hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Bob Dylan

Boa noite!

[Refrão:]
Masters of war
Build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

Yeah
Hercules, nigga, you heard of me, nigga
I verbally murder these niggas
Blame on a bitch nigga look like some Burt's Bees, nigga
They talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose these niggas
I ain't worshipping these niggas
Man it's curtains for these niggas
Man I'm hurdling these niggas
Put a hurting on these niggas
Ah ah ah, skirting on these niggas
Pick up a leaf and I roll up the purplest weed in them
Bobby Ray cold as a negative thirty degrees winter
The world is so cold that a Po' gotta murder to eat dinner
The world is so cold nigga you could get murdered just eating dinner
That's 'cause the world is as flat as some perfectly creased denim
Perfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denim
Feel like the youth is lost and ain't no reaching them
By day I be teaching them
By night I'm a heathen, um
Chilling with freaks and a ghetto Eritrean
Plus a norwegian, look like (?)
Pull up outside, wheels big as elysium
Haters like, "Hey, that's nice, I hear they was leasing them"
So many thoughts on my head my fucking cerebrum numb
The world is a stage, America steady policing them
Niggas don't want the facts, just the convenient ones

[Refrão]

Uh, Buy your soul back, buy your soul back
I expose facts, that's why my phones tapped
Hollywood turned you while you coming up broke back
On my coattail, bitch, give my coat back
Niggas behave the same as how they souls act
Like a high school kid back when I would smoke blacks
I would light up the whole pack, stinking up the whole class
Had to find my own lane, had to find my own path
Crisis, I see Isis, slightly blind from these devices
Might be bias, Michael Myers
What you want, I'm ten floors highers
Ha ha ha ha, (?)
Stacking my cheese on top, top top top
I put my team on top, bitches they scheme and plot(?)
Look at my life, how is it perfect?
All the hell I survived, yeah I deserved it
So I'm shitting on niggas with twice the serving
All the thoughts on my head are quite disturbing
Same dude in the booth that I am in person
So whenever I die, I die with purpose, mother fucker
Bandz

[Refrão]

Yeah yeah
I defy the limits, penmanship is wicked
I'm my only master and my own apprentice
How do I present this, tryna find a sentence
Guess to some extent I feel the end is near and clear of all your vision
Cold as cryogenics
Knowledge that's forbidden, knowledge in my lyrics
I've been in the kitchen, all the points I'm hitting
I'm just too direct, no such thing as hinting
Kick the shit now quit your bitching
Now cut the shit, let's get to business
I try to show whats hidden
Try to paint the picture, guess you just ain't photogenic
Get offended
Make you see the veil then I lift it
Been to hell it's (?) visit
Here's a breath of fresh air, it's been a minute, aye
How to make a murderer, better yet
How to make a terrorist, better yet
How to start a civil war, better yet
How to tax America, yeah yeah
Step by step by step by step get more in depth, don't panic
Don't panic, follow the rabbit
Bandz

Positively 4th Street

You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin'
You've got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winnin'

You say I let you down, ya know its not like that
If you're so hurt, why then don't you show it?
You say you've lost your faith, but that's not where its at
You have no faith to lose, and ya know it

I know the reason, that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with?

You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say "how are you?", "good luck", but you don't mean it
When you know as well as me, you'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it

No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them
And tho I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don't you understand, its not my problem?

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you

Bob Dylan

Boa noite!

Para APS.

Cromos - 26

Blue-Butterfly Day

It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

Robert Frost

No aniversário de Emily Dickinson

http://www.emilydickinsonmuseum.org/ 

Ilustração de Penelope Dullaghan

Uma palavra morre
quando é dita,
algum dia.
Eu digo apenas
que começa a viver nesse dia.

Emily Dickinson
Trad. Alberto Soares 
http://arpose.blogspot.pt/2012/11/de-emily-dickinson.html

Poemas - 48

No dia em que passam 192 anos sobre o nascimento de Walt Whitman.

Poemas - 36

The Road Not Taken, de Robert Frost ( 1874-1963 )

Poemas - 35

Um dos mais famosos de Walt Whitman, escrito em memória do assassinado Presidente Lincoln.

Poemas - 30

Enquanto existir a literatura norte-americana, e até mesmo a língua inglesa, Poe será sempre lido e estimado. Este The Raven/ O Corvo é um dos seus poemas de que mais gosto. Escolhi a versão dita por James Earl Jones, depois de hesitar bastante entre ela e as de Ian McKellen ou William Shatner.
E este Corvo vai dedicado ao nosso Jad, que recentemente foi perturbado pela leitura de Poe :).

Para quem anda a viajar

now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find

Do poema The Untold Want de Walt Whitman.

Cinenovidades - 106 : HOWL

Também estreante em Berlim é este biopic sobre o poeta Allen Ginsberg, um dos ícones da Beat Generation. O filme é assinado por Rob Epstein e Jeffrey Friedman e é protagonizado por James Franco.

Dos meus presentes - 1

A CASA DEVASTADA

Em pedaços o vaso rupestre jaz,

Seus elos de dança desfeitos,

E, junto a ele, sarças definham,

Abafada fonte do sol!

A aranha no loureiro a teia tece,

A erva daninha exila a flor:

E, qual estufa, o busto de Apolo

Gera cal para a torre de Mamona.

- Herman Melville, Poemas, selecção, tradução e introdução de Mário Avelar, Assírio&Alvim, Março de 2009.