tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77465266536528481112024-02-19T13:30:09.716-03:00gaveta, galáxiaSó existe Arte por e para outrem (Sartre)Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.comBlogger287125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-115542343869777822023-10-24T13:37:00.002-03:002023-10-25T08:23:27.334-03:00Dos poemas formadores (#19, #20)<p> </p><p>#19: <a href="https://archive.org/details/PinkNarcissus" target="_blank">James Bidgood - Pink Narcissus</a><br /></p><p>#20: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzg7hRS5NIU" target="_blank">John Frusciante - Going Inside</a><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5eZ5_vOe814AlUn8iTGoMDLcUWAQvY37PNK-i4A-4f_raQTfOdeCAl8kt4zDUpMWxvxRda1w64ZwXUED7V9TVXkjpYG_en5OfIyYevyjqJgSFew0h0gyG-3wfljo70OYjfs6MKCxg5CbfOlYfAgfLVtHDPTQHFNBoc2yC_EJtdeLasUJnkAM9NB3iVuM/s4000/image-from-rawpixel-id-6759838-original.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2666" data-original-width="4000" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5eZ5_vOe814AlUn8iTGoMDLcUWAQvY37PNK-i4A-4f_raQTfOdeCAl8kt4zDUpMWxvxRda1w64ZwXUED7V9TVXkjpYG_en5OfIyYevyjqJgSFew0h0gyG-3wfljo70OYjfs6MKCxg5CbfOlYfAgfLVtHDPTQHFNBoc2yC_EJtdeLasUJnkAM9NB3iVuM/w200-h133/image-from-rawpixel-id-6759838-original.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-28887583406032330472023-10-17T09:45:00.000-03:002023-10-17T09:45:13.810-03:00Dos poemas formadores (#16, #17, #18)<p> </p><p>#16: <a href="https://sacadaliteraria.com.br/traducao-livre/fitter-happier-bem-ajustado-mais-feliz/" target="_blank">Thom Yorke / Radiohead - Fitter, happier</a></p><p>#17: <a href="https://sibila.com.br/poemas/ezra-pound-le-o-usura/13089" target="_blank">Ezra Pound - Canto XLV (The Usura Canto)</a></p><p>#18: <a href="https://historia-arte.com/obras/estudio-del-retrato-del-papa-inocencio-x-de-velazquez" target="_blank">Francis Bacon - Study after Velázquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X</a></p><p><br /></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-68395904772637156252023-10-10T20:01:00.000-03:002023-10-10T20:01:26.590-03:00Dos poemas formadores (#13, #14, #15)<p> </p><p>#13: <a href="https://www.pensador.com/frase/MjUzMDU3/" target="_blank">Vladimir Maiakóvski - Comumente é assim</a></p><p>#14: <a href="https://www.ufrgs.br/enunciarcotidianos/2017/04/11/poetica-manuel-bandeira/" target="_blank">Manuel Bandeira - Poética</a></p><p>#15: <a href="https://revistamododeusar.blogspot.com/2008/06/jack-spicer-1925-1965.html" target="_blank">Jack Spicer - Thing Language</a></p><p><br /></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-35500671459283138482023-10-03T11:14:00.004-03:002023-10-03T11:14:56.745-03:00Dos poemas formadores (#10, #11, #12)<p> </p><p>#10: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OBD-al0cIM&t=8s" target="_blank">Björk - Pagan Poetry </a></p><p>#11: <a href="https://www.revistaprosaversoearte.com/e-e-cummings-poemas/" target="_blank">e. e. cummings - since feeling is first</a></p><p>#12: <a href="https://sebastiaoribeiro.blogspot.com/2017/09/the-poet-of-ignorance-o-poeta-da.html" target="_blank">Anne Sexton - The poet of ignorance</a></p><p><br /></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-78729334351392231292023-09-26T12:10:00.001-03:002023-09-26T12:10:07.085-03:00Dos poemas formadores (#7, #8, #9)<p> </p><p>#7: <a href="http://arquivopessoa.net/textos/1488" target="_blank">Alberto Caeiro - IX - Sou um guardador de rebanhos</a></p><p>#8: <a href="https://www.archivochile.com/Homenajes/neruda/de_neruda/homenajepneruda0018.pdf" target="_blank">Pablo Neruda - Soneto LI</a></p><p>#9: <a href="https://wp.ufpel.edu.br/aulusmm/2018/05/03/miscasting-hilda-machado/" target="_blank">Hilda Machado - Miscasting</a></p><p><br /></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-65646787438132780922023-09-22T09:18:00.005-03:002023-09-22T09:20:01.519-03:00Dos poemas formadores (#4, #5, #6)<p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">#<span>4: <a href="https://fundbras.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/ferreira-gullar-poema-sujo.pdf" target="_blank">Ferreira Gullar - Poema Sujo</a></span></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">#5: <a href="http://www.jornaldepoesia.jor.br/nauro.html#oficio" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Nauro Machado - Ofício</a></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">#6: <a href="http://www.culturapara.art.br/opoema/dylanthomas/dylanthomas.htm" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Dylan Thomas - Em meu ofício ou arte taciturna</a></span></h3><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-44134495515953968712023-09-20T20:49:00.003-03:002023-09-20T20:52:52.192-03:00Dos poemas formadores (#1, #2, #3)<p> </p><p>#1: <a href="https://prosaempoema.com/2010/12/27/como-armar-um-presepio/" target="_blank">José Paulo Paes - Como armar um presépio</a></p><p>#2: <a href="https://www.netmundi.org/home/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/Uma-Estacao-no-Inferno-por-Artur-Rimbaud.pdf" target="_blank">Arthur Rimbaud - Uma temporada no inferno</a></p><p>#3: <a href="https://benhurrava.wordpress.com/2012/09/28/modinha-do-empregado-de-banco-murilo-mendes/" target="_blank">Murilo Mendes - Modinha do empregado de banco</a></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-79723860715439518822023-01-18T11:49:00.000-03:002023-01-18T11:49:12.860-03:00Outro<p><br /></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzonBQENItTCLVt__0BSlMew2kZsIMKfaI_DhHFHEiwDb5-5XvetqQ69vAbZnyfczCCS9GD4u2xC_dFZPXaxK2ACzfFOgXD_pR0XED7Y0xK9GvoOYKGi4zWyL8fPxXxMPKMt844rXe6G9_YIkaDmHIo44xcrxP0cp2XlqA4JQUJjXPRUOeyfTPZ9BsoQ/s3500/image-from-rawpixel-id-2055415-jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3500" data-original-width="2540" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzonBQENItTCLVt__0BSlMew2kZsIMKfaI_DhHFHEiwDb5-5XvetqQ69vAbZnyfczCCS9GD4u2xC_dFZPXaxK2ACzfFOgXD_pR0XED7Y0xK9GvoOYKGi4zWyL8fPxXxMPKMt844rXe6G9_YIkaDmHIo44xcrxP0cp2XlqA4JQUJjXPRUOeyfTPZ9BsoQ/w464-h640/image-from-rawpixel-id-2055415-jpeg.jpg" width="464" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.rawpixel.com/image/2055415" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>The Girl at the Window (1894) by Edvard Munch.</i></span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p>Até onde enxergo e toco </p><p>sou o dia sem novas que </p><p>dorme sem vontade em ser </p><p>mais um de repente</p><p><br /></p><p>entre moço e velho </p><p>admito a cegueira, a mudez </p><p>pus rédeas lassas na canção </p><p>que paira os dias vis </p><p><br /></p><p>o perfume do fogo</p><p>hoje esqueci </p><p><br /></p><p>reencarnado ou reincidido </p><p>ofereço o acaso que é o corpo </p><p>ao excesso, à negação do início </p><p><br /></p><p>Bartebly </p><p>no espelho </p><p>murmura algo sem solução</p><p><br /></p><p>Aqui </p><p>me convenço da insistência </p><p>ainda que perdido estava </p><p>quando explicaram o ornitorrinco</p><p><br /></p><p>como que levado pelo espaço </p><p>me encontro reentrando em medo </p><p>me dobrando numa fita de Möbius</p><p><br /></p><p>como que levado pelo espaço </p><p>insisto </p><p>ainda que minguante </p><p>em palavras tachadas </p><p> insisto</p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(in: RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <b>Outro</b>. Guaratinguetá - SP: Editora Penalux, 2022)</span></div><div><br /></div>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-83541161366881530112022-11-14T12:33:00.000-03:002022-11-14T12:33:23.582-03:00(im)preciso<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OFpk7zAhlXOpy79V8FfqCvsFSm-GhvmzEWnW6juetjfEfCW3VNyrWkw0nzyLKraBQK2-EdJyHl-k-c8RmPB_kai7N79go4I7Co9vJak00Too3PKBPU-0a4AyzEaI5KpyO5bdaKwzYBJo11NWodajV9O6rkrjTgXTJrul0FbHk5wpCSaLMkfjaOOU_A/s1500/image-from-rawpixel-id-562481-jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OFpk7zAhlXOpy79V8FfqCvsFSm-GhvmzEWnW6juetjfEfCW3VNyrWkw0nzyLKraBQK2-EdJyHl-k-c8RmPB_kai7N79go4I7Co9vJak00Too3PKBPU-0a4AyzEaI5KpyO5bdaKwzYBJo11NWodajV9O6rkrjTgXTJrul0FbHk5wpCSaLMkfjaOOU_A/w400-h400/image-from-rawpixel-id-562481-jpeg.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>É possível que a fruta no mercado</p><p>expresse mais que meus silogismos contados;</p><p>que a pedra satisfeita em sua ideia de simetria</p><p>entenda mais das poucas perfeições</p><p>e dos espelhos que as geram,</p><p>que eu,</p><p>certo de não existirem linhas tortas</p><p>para toda minha razão.</p><p><br /></p><p>Os gnus, as raposas e os gafanhotos</p><p>confortam o correto peso de uma expectativa</p><p>que não me pertence mais,</p><p>uma vez que entendo de palavras</p><p>se achando moscas,</p><p>entendo de cores explodindo,</p><p>de anulações, de álcool,</p><p>mas, a respeito do que se deseja</p><p>(ou se precisa em forma de água doce</p><p>ou tubérculo – mais do que deseja</p><p>o gnu, a raposa, o gafanhoto)</p><p>me entendo feito o pasto</p><p>para um capim insistente.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">in RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <b>&</b>. São Paulo: Scortecci, 2015</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-9265281167605968102022-09-21T21:28:00.002-03:002022-09-21T21:30:24.400-03:00Sud pralad<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvjtyQSliVRYjxxvhqs-WXoEJ9jtbxqhCN7H-lhz6yIZ-W_4qEwOL9ztaxpU-vsPj_NiqVarqLlPD_C7IEAk4G6Y4GxBjOLE1Oip6gtLepm2viyE0qPx5PrhmvCXoanrEatXckqHoOClE_itnmcgzo2jFjxG6LlMUCN85l6jrKI3wEg_c3kLd_5t_CQ/s3347/image-from-rawpixel-id-2988836-jpeg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3347" height="578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvjtyQSliVRYjxxvhqs-WXoEJ9jtbxqhCN7H-lhz6yIZ-W_4qEwOL9ztaxpU-vsPj_NiqVarqLlPD_C7IEAk4G6Y4GxBjOLE1Oip6gtLepm2viyE0qPx5PrhmvCXoanrEatXckqHoOClE_itnmcgzo2jFjxG6LlMUCN85l6jrKI3wEg_c3kLd_5t_CQ/w640-h578/image-from-rawpixel-id-2988836-jpeg.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.rawpixel.com/image/2988836/free-illustration-image-monster-mask-paul-klee" target="_blank">Komiker (1904), de Paul Klee</a><br /></span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>
Adentro os dentes do ganho <div>correm mornas as perdas </div><div><br /></div><div>teu ultimato em silêncio convida </div><div>a me entregar às tempestades </div><div><br /></div><div>a penetrar as selvas da cautela </div><div>lamber os olhos de meu ladrão </div><div><br /></div><div>natural que eu tenha medo </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">in: RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <b>Outro</b>. Guaratinguetá - SP: Penalux, 2022
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">na argila insistente</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">das margens do rio</span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">© Sebastião Ribeiro, 2021</span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></p><br /><p></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-55095686266711345232021-08-26T18:11:00.004-03:002021-08-26T18:11:35.788-03:00Sobre MEMENTO...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/bQdrInzPBYg" width="480"></iframe></div>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-64185994481180982482021-03-13T11:31:00.000-03:002021-03-13T11:31:01.111-03:00Live de lançamento - Ménage - antologia trilíngue de poesia (com Antonio Aílton)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="370" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/riDVTfesTDs" width="476" youtube-src-id="riDVTfesTDs"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-63653035539879305742020-10-20T11:43:00.001-03:002020-10-20T11:43:36.888-03:0030<p> </p><p></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.1cm;">
<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><i> Je
suis esclave de mon baptême</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 2.6cm;">
<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"> (Arthur
Rimbaud)</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Pós-chuva
</span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>um
rastro de beldroegas </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>pelo
bairro que atravessa </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>o
corpo </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>alguns
governos nos levaram </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tanto
mas não a eterna caça</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>garras
que arranham o </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">self
</span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">feito
de ledo encanto só </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">entendo
ultimatos no agora </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">festins
fajutos no retrato </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">que
percebo no espelho sujo </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">de
pasta de dente </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">o
alçapão na página permite </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">um
fio de sol derreter minha </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">suspensa
presença </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">sigo
tido sobre anos usados </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">que
insistem ser visagem </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">na
xícara de café </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">um
gole quente me </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">pressuriza
os olhos </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">aqui
sei </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.3cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">fundido
</span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.3cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">caibo
num balde </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.3cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.3cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">ferido
</span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.3cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">ainda
há uma rua </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.3cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">mesmo
que </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.3cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">por
baixo da casa </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">há
incêndios no </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">peito
e no espaço </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">indagando
meus </span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">taquicar</span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.4cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">dias</span></span></span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.4cm; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 1.4cm; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Memento</i>. Guaratinguetá - SP: Editora Penalux, 2020.</span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 1.4cm; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-68829209247375073842020-10-04T19:34:00.002-03:002020-10-04T19:34:28.191-03:00~<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1671" data-original-width="2048" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9oafiQttBCYgphVYuTcNw2PkWJm-W_wE3KEMo0UosX40IEb6kFDTw5y1Yc8B9-lHgjRRmCR9BgmiR742q2EjhZN1EOcIKHBICuUDMKH-iej92Ry4QUNNSJV5amUFvjiUQKGtdyr8CGNU/w640-h522/image-from-rawpixel-id-2055585-jpeg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h1 class="base-family overflow-hidden mb-4" property="caption" style="-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 3; background-color: #f4f4f4; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4b4b4c; display: -webkit-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue LT W01_41488878", Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 400; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px 0px 1rem; max-height: 66px; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-overflow: ellipsis;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Melancholy III (1902) by <a class="rawpixel_no_title_processed" href="https://www.rawpixel.com/search/Edvard%20Munch?sort=curated&type=all&page=1" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue LT W01_71488914", Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.2s ease-in-out 0s;" title="">Edvard Munch</a></span></h1></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br />o que espera deus<br /></p><p><br /></p>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-41501631068879031672020-07-01T00:27:00.000-03:002020-07-01T00:30:12.440-03:00shaking hands / apertar as mãos [Pádraig Ó Tuama]<br />
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<i>27 de junho, 2012</i><br />
<br />
Porque qual a alternativa?<br />
Por causa da coragem.<br />
Por causa dos amados perdidos.<br />
Porque não mais.<br />
Porque é uma coisinha de nada; apertar as mãos; acontece todo dia.<br />
Porque soube de um homem cujas mãos não cessaram de tremer desde um dia de feira em Omagh.<br />
Porque leva um segundo pra se dizer ódio, mas se leva mais, bem mais, para ser um grande líder.<br />
Muito, muito mais.<br />
<br />
Porque um espaço compartilhado sem toque humano não é muita coisa.<br />
Porque é mais fácil falar consigo que segurar a mão de alguém cujo lado já foi previamente descrito, condenado, negado.<br />
Porque é difícil.<br />
Porque é difícil.<br />
Porque se pretende difícil e essa é a coisa da memória, da esperança, do gesto, do significar e conduzir.<br />
Porque tem-se levado tanto, tanto tempo.<br />
Porque tem-se levado terra e grana e línguas e barris e barris de sangue.<br />
<br />
Porque vidas se perderam.<br />
Porque vidas foram tomadas.<br />
<br />
Porque ser despojado é ser afligido por luto.<br />
Porque mais que dois povos apreensivos vivem aqui.<br />
Porque conheço uma mulher cuja mão não é apertada desde que era um homem.<br />
Porque apertar uma mão é só uma parte do começo.<br />
Porque conheço uma mulher cujo toque acalmou um homem de coração partido.<br />
Porque privilégio não deve ser entendido tranquilamente.<br />
<br />
Porque isso só pode ser bom.<br />
Porque quem disse que seria fácil?<br />
Porque algumas pessoas amam o que você defende, e para alguns, se <i>você </i>pode, <i>eles </i>podem.<br />
Porque solidariedade são mãos em comum.<br />
Porque uma mão é apenas uma mão; então segure-a.<br />
<br />
Então una-se às suas tão discutidas mãos.<br />
Precisamos disso; por um segundinho.<br />
Então toque.<br />
Então conduza.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i> </i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i> </i>27ú lá Meitheamh, 2012</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because what’s the alternative?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because of courage.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because of loved ones lost.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because no more.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because it’s a small thing; shaking hands; it happens every day.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because I heard of one man whose hands haven’t stopped shaking since a market day in Omagh.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because it takes a second to say hate, but it takes longer, much longer, to be a great leader.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Much, much longer.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because shared space without human touching doesn’t amount to much.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because it’s easier to speak to your own than to hold the hand of someone whose side has been previously described, proscribed, denied.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because it is tough.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because it is tough.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because it is meant to be tough, and this is the stuff of memory, the stuff of hope, the stuff of gesture, and meaning and leading.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because it has taken so, so long.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because it has taken land and money and languages and barrels and barrels of blood.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because lives have been lost.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because lives have been taken.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because to be bereaved is to be troubled by grief.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because more than two troubled peoples live here.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because I know a woman whose hand hasn’t been shaken since she was a man.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because shaking a hand is only a part of the start.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because I know a woman whose touch calmed a man whose heart was breaking.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because privilege is not to be taken lightly.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because this just might be good.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because who said that this would be easy?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because some people love what you stand for, and for some, if </i>you <i>can, </i>they <i>can.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because solidarity means a common hand.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Because a hand is only a hand; so hang onto it.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>So join your much discussed hands.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>We need this; for one small second.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>So touch.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>So lead.</i></span><br />
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<i>‘</i>Shaking Hands’<i>, publicado originalmente em </i>Sorry For Your Troubles <i>(Canterbury Press, 2013). Copyright © 2013 by Pádraig Ó Tuama. </i><i>Reproduzido e traduzido com a permissão do autor. </i><i><a href="http://www.padraigotuama.com/" target="_blank">www.padraigotuama.com</a></i></div>
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Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-87169312170253864802020-06-14T14:30:00.000-03:002020-06-14T14:30:04.289-03:00passado<br />
<i>Anos e dias</i><br />
<i>do lado de fora</i><br />
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<i>este portão à frente</i><br />
<i>é um escudo</i><br />
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<i>neste lugar excluso</i><br />
<i>sapateio nas memórias</i><br />
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<i>paixões não sendo fatos</i><br />
<i>pessoas, significados</i><br />
<i>marcho pela</i><br />
<i>rua de meus causos</i><br />
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<i>receio pela fresta</i><br />
<i>ralha a loucura</i><br />
<i>por um diáfano</i><br />
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<i>um dia na madrugada</i><br />
<i>vontade de cantar</i><br />
<i>nunca alcanço aquela nota</i><br />
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<i>outro dia embalado</i><br />
<i>no luto que não espero ter</i><br />
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<i>de todos</i><br />
<i>os passos em dia</i><br />
<i>além capitulo a uma</i><br />
<i>espécie de abraço</i><br />
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<i>aforismos em</i><br />
<i>sachês de açúcar</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">in RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <i><b>Memento</b></i>. Guaratinguetá - SP: Penalux, 2020</span><br />
<br />Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-67037031710348773372020-05-25T19:09:00.001-03:002020-05-25T19:09:53.721-03:00lightning / relâmpago [Witter Bynner]<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Há uma solitude em te ver,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>seguida de tua companhia quando te vais.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>És como um véu celestial de relâmpagos.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Apenas mais tarde é que consigo ver</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>o quão bonito és.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Há uma cegueira em te ver,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>seguida da visão de ti quando te vais.</i></span><br />
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Lightning</b><br />
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There is a solitude in seeing you,<br />
Followed by your company when you are gone.<br />
You are like heaven’s veils of lightning.<br />
I cannot see till afterward<br />
How beautiful you are.<br />
There is a blindness in seeing you,<br />
Followed by the sight of you when you are gone.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">(Tradução minha de BYNNER, Witter. <b>Lightning</b> in <i>Others for 1919; An Anthology of the New Verse</i> (Nicholas L. Brown, 1920). Disponível <a href="https://poets.org/poem/lightning" target="_blank">AQUI</a>.</span></div>
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<i>WITTER BYNNER nasceu no Brooklyn, Nova Iorque, em 1881. Graduou-se por Harvard em 1902. Trabalhou como tradutor, repórter e editor-assistente da revista </i>McClure’s<i>. Publicou </i>An Ode to Harvard<i>, </i>New Poems<i>, </i>Take Away the Darkness<i>, </i>The Beloved Stranger<i>, dentre outros trabalhos de poesia. Em 1922, estabeleceu-se em Santa Fé, Novo México, com seu parceiro, Robert Hunt. Lá faleceu, em 1º de Junho de 1968.</i></div>
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(versão adaptada da mini-bio do poeta disponível em inglês, <a href="https://poets.org/poet/witter-bynner" target="_blank">AQUI</a>.)</div>
Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-56541929474101893952020-05-17T18:14:00.000-03:002020-05-17T18:14:21.259-03:00sem título<br />
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és o que és para que’u agora discirna</div>
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o oceano esfriando sob os cargueiros</div>
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só pedi que o mar esperasse a vida:</div>
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um dia o serei duas milhas adentro</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <i>Acorde</i>. São Paulo: Scortecci, 2011</span></div>
<br />Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-77447049274174493742020-05-01T18:39:00.000-03:002020-05-01T18:48:45.412-03:00O que dizer do Sr. Ribeiro e de seu novo livro?, por Weslley S S Costa*<br />
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Sebastião, à época de universidade, em que com ele estudávamos (eu e o poeta Igor Pablo Dutra), já escrevia e nos incentivou amplamente. Quando queríamos escrever, ele já o fazia há anos… Mas os anos passam e Sebastião Ribeiro, hora, corre rumo a uma nova empreitada literária. </div>
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Sebá tem sua voz própria; é um dos poetas mais habilidosos que conheço (estilisticamente). No transcorrer dos dias desenvolveu muita técnica e tem vasto léxico; ele consegue tecer belas imagens tanto quanto um simbolista ou um surrealista francês faria, mas no sentimento em seus versos tem apresentado algo mais ao estilo expressionista. Ele sabe que existe dureza, corrupção e desamor, pois “(...) o mundo todo jaz no maligno.” </div>
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O Sr. Ribeiro fala sobre como é viver em um “país de terceiro mundo” e estar espremido em ônibus lotados; fala em estar triste e ter a “vontade de cantar”, mas nunca “alcançar a nota”.</div>
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Para adentrar na riqueza de sentido da palavra colocada por Sebá, eu diria: quantos estudantes buscam a nota maior competindo por uma vaga em um concurso? Mas nem todos alcançam. Quantos querem ser notados pela mulher amada? (“Tudo tem o seu tempo determinado (...)”. Quantas anotações certeiras procuram jornalistas, compositores, poetas e publicitários? Quantos desempregados em São Paulo e em todos os estados buscam aquelas notas coloridas que poderiam ajudar a levar mais conforto a suas famílias? </div>
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Sebá sabe que a realidade pode ter suas circunstâncias desagradáveis e discorre a respeito delas (sim, é preciso ser cidadão consciente de que nem tudo está certo mesmo; é estético e compreensível, de algum modo, tratar das coisas belas. Porém, pessoalmente, causar-me-ia estranheza morar em um país com altos índices de corrupção, criminalidade e violência e ver ainda tantos livros “atuais” de poemas que se limitassem, totalmente, a temas cotidianos, paixão & beleza). Por outro lado, em meio aos dias em que muitos entraram em depressão, é importante acrescentar que é necessário ser um “realista esperançoso” tendo a fé firmada n’Ele para não se estraçalhar diante da dor. </div>
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Em “Anos e dias/ do lado de fora” o eu-poético, dentro desses versos, mostra sentir-se excluído. </div>
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“este portão à frente/ é um escudo” é uma das imagens, que considero, mais lindas do poema. Lembra-me os portões das históricas cidades muradas ou dos castelos medievais com seus portões-pontes (pontes levadiças) fazendo separação entre quem podia ou não entrar. </div>
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Esses versos recordam-me ainda a passagem Bíblica em que o muro de Jericó veio abaixo (bem como, mais recentemente, o caso do muro de Berlim), em um contexto em que a cidade estivera “rigorosamente fechada”, & que, portanto, “ninguém saía nem entrava.” Quantos de nós como o eu do poema, em determinados momentos, nos vemos excluídos (na prática, do lado de fora das boas oportunidades; e não quero falar aqui de dinheiro, mas em se sentir do lado de fora “da vida em abundância”)? Mas quero lembrar-vos que a reviravolta é possível.</div>
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“sapateio nas memórias” traz três palavras & muitos possíveis sentidos (cutucado por esses versos, quero mencionar que cogito a possibilidade de escrever um livro sobre poética, semântica e estilística). Notemos, por exemplo, que o poeta ao colocar as palavras no texto pode aplicar termos mais ligados aos sentimentos (saudade, indiferença, querida etc.) e lexias mais “visualizáveis” e “tangíveis” (carro, vidraça, portão...), bem como, palavras, combinações de impacto (estraçalhar, pancada seca, explosão, gritante) e outras categorias de sentido/efeito. “sapateio” é um exemplo de um termo que confere dinamismo ao verso, pois é uma ação e tem força visual (devido a apontar para uma lexia “visualizável” em seu radical: o termo sapato). Esse é um estímulo que pode induzir a imaginação do leitor a trabalhar: se sapateia em qual velocidade/ritmo o faz (flamenco, samba sapateado, <i>rhythm jazz tap</i>?)? O eu-poemático dança/ se movimenta em uma tentativa de se aquecer para fora do frio das memórias tristes (<i>trying “to dance the tears away”)</i> ou pelos passos da dança fica a REMOER dores passadas? Se usa sapatos qual a cor deles? </div>
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Houve aperto e dores (e o passado se foi) e o eu-poético, como é natural do ser humano, parece buscar conforto e alegria: “de todos/ os passos em dia/ além capitulo a uma/ espécie de abraço”. Ademais, o poeta observador do que está em sua volta, com algum tipo de senso de humor finaliza o poema “aforismos em/ sachês de açúcar”. Este é um “flash”, registro de uma curiosa cena do cotidiano: as concisas frases contendo pensamentos presentes em determinada marca de açúcar; Nem tudo nesta vida é dor e amargura e nem toda doçura faz bem. É preciso tomar/ser a escolha certa.</div>
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<i>*</i><b>Weslley S S Costa</b><i> é poeta, membro da Academia Vargem-grandense de Letras, componente de </i>Acorde<i> (Scortecci, 2011) e autor de </i>Colham as roupas maduras do varal<i> (Scortecci, 2014). </i></div>
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<a href="https://comoeuescrevo.com/sebastiao-ribeiro/" target="_blank">Entrevista para o site </a></div>
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<a href="https://comoeuescrevo.com/sebastiao-ribeiro/" target="_blank">"Como eu escrevo", </a></div>
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<a href="https://comoeuescrevo.com/sebastiao-ribeiro/" target="_blank">por José Nunes!</a></div>
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Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-9584395606602647682020-04-14T23:24:00.000-03:002020-04-14T23:24:00.660-03:00test(amento)emunho<br />
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<i>Concluo</i><br />
<i>o coração está cheio de pensar</i><br />
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<i>nas mãos parece imbricado</i><br />
<i>no arbusto invisível</i><br />
<i>fundos duma casa de taipa</i><br />
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<i>para sempre lhe haverá</i><br />
<i>cobradores prontos a negar</i><br />
<i>rios de cólera e excretas</i><br />
<i>em cada homem de pé – em defesa</i><br />
<i>da base aliada sistema financeiro internacional</i><br />
<i>e do asteroide insano que não irá nos fritar</i><br />
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<i>se deixo além de suspensões</i><br />
<i>é um mistério pela metade</i><br />
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<br />
<i>deixei um teorema violento</i><br />
<i>e tonitruante a jean franko</i><br />
<i>e numa caixa</i><br />
<i>faltas fugindo do tiroteio</i><br />
to<i> bobby kendall</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>pela distância de um olhar bêbado</i><br />
<i>há gotas de dracena me indicando o nife</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>é possível que encontrem</i><br />
<i>um armarinho inteiro nas valas cavadas aqui</i><br />
<i>por esse descontente/indignado alfabetizado</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>no resto do tacho</i><br />
<i>me assombra a alegria pentelha</i><br />
<i>que desonra descontrola e acende</i><br />
<i>me estica os braços me põe na cama</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>finalmente</i><br />
<i>direi do planeta mais próximo</i><br />
<i>em mim tudo se fumou</i><br />
<i>sublime autocombustão</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <b>Glitch. </b>São Paulo: Scortecci, 2017</span></div>
<br />Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-66358935131378051552020-03-30T15:16:00.000-03:002020-04-01T00:01:54.721-03:00the wayfarer,... / o viajante,... [Stephen Crane]<br />
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<br />
O viajante,<br />
Avistando o caminho para a verdade,<br />
Foi atingido pelo espanto.<br />
O caminho foi tomado pelo mato.<br />
"Ah", disse ele,<br />
“Vejo que nada passa por aqui<br />
há muito tempo."<br />
Logo depois, viu que cada erva ali<br />
Era uma lâmina peculiar.<br />
"Bem", murmurou enfim,<br />
"Sem dúvida, existem outros rumos."<br />
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***<br />
<i>The wayfarer,</i><br />
<i>Perceiving the pathway to truth,</i><br />
<i>Was struck with astonishment.</i><br />
<i>It was thickly grown with weeds.</i><br />
<i>“Ha,” he said,</i><br />
<i>“I see that none has passed here</i><br />
<i>“In a long time.”</i><br />
<i>Later he saw that each weed</i><br />
<i>Was a singular knife.</i><br />
<i>“Well,” he mumbled at last,</i><br />
<i>“Doubtless there are other roads.”</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">CRANE, Stephen. <i style="font-weight: bold;">The wayfarer,...</i> in <b>War is kind</b>. The Project Gutenberg, outubro de 2011. Disponível em: <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/9870/9870-h/9870-h.htm">http://www.gutenberg.org/files/9870/9870-h/9870-h.htm</a></span></div>
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<i>Conheça mais do autor <a href="https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Crane" target="_blank">aqui</a> e <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/stephen-crane" target="_blank">here</a>.</i>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-73603036246349622812020-03-16T13:53:00.001-03:002020-03-16T15:08:54.650-03:00fins*<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> para P.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i>
Espelho em vista fosca<br />
nossos ombros se desfazem<br />
todas as sombras acenam adeus<br />
<br />
o céu manchado de óleo me<br />
renuncia mea-culpas coletadas<br />
entre troncos no passado<br />
<br />
fui arrancado de qualquer coisa<br />
insuspeita no gesto-vinheta do<br />
grito: 1⁄2 lamúria 1⁄2 crença<br />
<br />
— essa biana na lonjura<br />
leva bichos da água incauta<br />
que não conhece adormecer<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Memento</i>. no prelo, 2020)</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">*esse e outros poemas podem ser lidos em <a href="http://www.mallarmargens.com/2020/03/te-digo-que-meus-porques-sao-do.html?view=classic" target="_blank">Mallamargens - Revista de Poesia e Arte Contemporânea.</a></span></i><br />
<br />Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7746526653652848111.post-2155266779346755242020-02-11T16:53:00.001-03:002020-02-11T16:54:14.101-03:00pedágio<br />
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<br />
<br />
são dedos que na palma<br />
ciscam, separam para o norte<br />
o troco do tempo<br />
<br />
– mar encoberto de gravidade<br />
que cruzo em ritmo de náutilo<br />
<br />
o que quer que me alcance<br />
tem contorno de presa fácil,<br />
destino em me ser quando<br />
não mais serei e<br />
<br />
avanço<br />
até que’u me seja o<br />
tudo que preciso no fim<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> RIBEIRO, Sebastião. <i style="font-weight: bold;">&</i>. São Paulo: Scortecci, 2015</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>Sebastião Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842154674696342279noreply@blogger.com0