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A Love Poem – Bukowski

Posted in idéia não tem dono on 28 de dezembro de 2013 by mari messias

all the women
all their kisses the
different ways they love and
talk and need.

they ears, they all have
ears and
throats and dresses
and shoes and
automobiles and ex
husbands.

mostly
the women are very
warm they remind me of
buttered toast with the butter
melted
in.

there is a look in the
eye: they have been
taken they have been
fooled. I don’t quite know what to
do for
them.

I am
a fair cook a good
listener
but I never learned to
dance – I was busy
then with larger things.

but I’ve enjoyed their different
beds
smoking cigarettes
staring at the
ceilings. I was neither vicious nor
unfair. only
a student.

I know they all have these
feet and barefoot they go across the floor as
I watch their bashful buttocks in the
dark. I know that they like me, some even
love me
but I love very
few.

some give orange and vitamin pils;
others talk very quietly of
childhood and fathers and
landscapes; some are almost
crazy but none of them are without
meaning; some love
well, others not
so; the best at sex are not always the
best in order
ways; each has limits as I have
limits and we learn
each other quickly.

all the women all the
women all the
bedrooms
the rugs the
photos the
curtains, it’s
something like a church only
at times there’s
laughter.

those ears those
arms those
elbows those eyes
looking, the fondness and
the wanting I have been
held have been
held.

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Digam a Satã que o recado foi entendido

Posted in idéia não tem dono, o mundo (essa folia) on 16 de novembro de 2013 by mari messias

satãDaniel Pellizzari

 

Café – Uma fonte de vida

Posted in idéia não tem dono on 14 de setembro de 2013 by mari messias

“Eu sou a fonte da vida. Do meu corpo nasce a terra. Na minha boca floresce a palavra que será. Eu sou aquele que disse: “Os homens serão unidos se a terra deles nascida for pouso a qualquer cansaço”. Eu odeio os que se amontoam. Eu dei aos esquecidos que não provam desse vinho, o hino das multidões. É deles que nasce a terra. E são a fonte da morte. Força, amor, trabalho e paz. E se o amor se desperdiçar, e se a força esmorecer, e se o trabalho parar e a paz for gozo de poucos. Eu sou aquele que disse: “Eu sou a fonte da vida”. Não conte o segredo aos grandes e sempre renascerá força, amor, trabalho e paz”.

Não tomo café, mas o Mario de Andrade curtia altos.

I Sing the Body Electric (1)

Posted in idéia não tem dono on 6 de setembro de 2013 by mari messias
I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
Walt Whitman
(tradução do Ivo Barroso)

Eu canto o corpo elétrico.
As legiões daqueles a quem amo me envolvem e são por mim envolvidas,
Pois não me largarão enquanto eu não for com eles e atendê-los,
E purificá-los e vigorizá-los inteiramente com o vigor da alma.
Há quem duvide de que todo aquele que perverte o corpo
esconde a si mesmo?
E de que todo aquele que profana os vivos seja tão perverso quanto quem profana os mortos?
E se o corpo não valer tanto quanto a alma?
E se o corpo não for a alma, o que será a alma?

XVII

Posted in idéia não tem dono on 6 de setembro de 2013 by mari messias

Lady, i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene

(lady i will
touch you with my mind.)Touch
you,that is all,

lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care

the poem which i do not write.

 

E. E. Cummings

Everything

Posted in idéia não tem dono, ieieie on 6 de fevereiro de 2013 by mari messias

I got no fancy car,
Never was no Superstar.
I got no Grammy trophy,
Got no problem if you all approach me.
Never had no Rolling Stone cover,
Never had no Top 10 hits, my Brother.
Got no TV show,
Got no Maybachs, Benz or Rolls.
Got no movie roles,
Got no platinum or gold.
I got no diamond rings,
Watches, and all of them things.
Got no waiting plane.
What I mean is,
I got no private jets,
But I also got no regrets.
Got no Swag,
But got no love
For something I ain’t never had.

All of it, every bit, everything,
We got it all.
Nothing’s changed, feel the same, everything,
We got it all.

Got no mansions,
Restaurants,
I got no yacht,
But I got no choice
But to show you all
What some of us forgot.
Never was hot,
Never was Pop,
But I never, ever stopped
That real Hiphop.
Got no paparazzi,
Got no company that got me.
Walking alone in the ‘Hood
So it’s easy to spot me.
Got no million follower friends
On Twitter
And on Facebook.
Look, my friends,
Got no thing for video games,
Got no shame
Saying I ain’t never playing.

<3
Got no hate for things that are great,
Don’t you know, I salute you.
<3

IV

Posted in idéia não tem dono on 21 de novembro de 2012 by mari messias

O louco estendeu-se sobre a ponte
E atravessou o instante.
Estendi-me ao lado da loucura
Porque quis ouvir o vermelho do bronze

E passar a língua sobre a tintura espessa
De um açoite.

Um louco permitiu que eu juntasse a sua luz
À minha dura noite.

Hilst (Via Espessa)

Sardenta

Posted in idéia não tem dono on 9 de novembro de 2012 by mari messias
Tu, nesse corpo completo,
Ó láctea virgem dourada,
Tens o linfático aspecto
Duma camélia melada.
Cesário Verde

A Nora que seu pai pediu

Posted in idéia não tem dono on 6 de novembro de 2012 by mari messias

Feliz aniversário, Keats

Posted in idéia não tem dono on 31 de outubro de 2012 by mari messias

Give me women, wine and snuff
Until I cry out «hold, enough!»
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection;
For bless my beard they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.

(não existe poeta desse decanato que se salve, ein. quanto orgulho. e olha que esqueci uns tantos, feito o Dylan Thomas)