Limarás tua esperança
até que a mó se desgaste;
mesmo sem mó, limarás
contra a sorte e o desespero.
Até que tudo te seja
mais doloroso e profundo.
Limarás sem mãos ou braços,
com o coração resoluto.
Conhecerás a esperança,
após a morte de tudo.
Canga - Carlos Nejar
segunda-feira, 19 de novembro de 2018
Cântico
Marcadores:
ars poetica,
Cântico,
Carlos Nejar,
literatura,
literatura brasileira,
poesia,
poesia brasileira
quinta-feira, 8 de novembro de 2018
Democracy
"the problem, of course, isn't the Democratic System,
it's the
living parts which make up the Democratic System.
the next person you pass on the street,
multiply
him or
her by
3 or 4 or 30 or 40 million
and you will know
immediately
why things remain non-functional
for most of
us
I wish I had a cure for the chess pieces
we call Humanity...
we've undergone any number of political
cures
and we all remain
foolish enough to hope
that the one on the way
NOW
will cure almost
everything.
fellow citizens,
the problem never was the Democratic
System, the problem is
you."
C. Bukowski
it's the
living parts which make up the Democratic System.
the next person you pass on the street,
multiply
him or
her by
3 or 4 or 30 or 40 million
and you will know
immediately
why things remain non-functional
for most of
us
I wish I had a cure for the chess pieces
we call Humanity...
we've undergone any number of political
cures
and we all remain
foolish enough to hope
that the one on the way
NOW
will cure almost
everything.
fellow citizens,
the problem never was the Democratic
System, the problem is
you."
C. Bukowski
Marcadores:
Bukowski,
democracia,
poesia,
poesia americana
quarta-feira, 7 de novembro de 2018
Leminski
Marcadores:
literatura,
literatura brasileira,
Paulo Leminski,
poesia,
poesia brasileira,
poesia concreta
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