quarta-feira, 20 de abril de 2011
sexta-feira, 15 de abril de 2011
What is
a
voyage
?
up
upup: go
ing
downdowndown
com; ing won
der
ful sun
moon stars the all, & a
(big
ger than
big
gest could even
begin to be) dream
of; a thing: of
a creature who's
O
cean
(everywhere
nothing
but light and dark: but
never forever
& when) un
til one strict
here of amazing most
now, with what
thousands of (hundreds
of) millions of
CriesWhichAreWings
E. E. Cummings
a
voyage
?
up
upup: go
ing
downdowndown
com; ing won
der
ful sun
moon stars the all, & a
(big
ger than
big
gest could even
begin to be) dream
of; a thing: of
a creature who's
O
cean
(everywhere
nothing
but light and dark: but
never forever
& when) un
til one strict
here of amazing most
now, with what
thousands of (hundreds
of) millions of
CriesWhichAreWings
E. E. Cummings
quinta-feira, 14 de abril de 2011
quarta-feira, 13 de abril de 2011
terça-feira, 12 de abril de 2011
segunda-feira, 11 de abril de 2011
domingo, 10 de abril de 2011
sábado, 9 de abril de 2011
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quarta-feira, 6 de abril de 2011
terça-feira, 5 de abril de 2011
segunda-feira, 4 de abril de 2011
domingo, 3 de abril de 2011
sábado, 2 de abril de 2011
Noite
Fairy tale
The little elf is dressed in a floppy cap
and he has a big rosy nose and flaring white eyebrows
with short legs and a jaunty step, though sometimes
he glides across an invisible pond with a bonfire glow on his cheeks:
it is northern Europe in the nineteenth century and people
are strolling around Copenhagen in the late afternoon,
mostly townspeople on their way somewhere,
perhaps to an early collation of smoked fish, rye bread, and cheese,
washed down with a dark beer: ha ha, I have eaten this excellent meal
and now I will smoke a little bit and sit back and stare down
at the golden gleam of my watch fob against the coarse dark wool of my vest,
and I will smile with a hideous contentment, because I am an evil man,
and tonight I will do something evil in this city!
Ron Padget
The little elf is dressed in a floppy cap
and he has a big rosy nose and flaring white eyebrows
with short legs and a jaunty step, though sometimes
he glides across an invisible pond with a bonfire glow on his cheeks:
it is northern Europe in the nineteenth century and people
are strolling around Copenhagen in the late afternoon,
mostly townspeople on their way somewhere,
perhaps to an early collation of smoked fish, rye bread, and cheese,
washed down with a dark beer: ha ha, I have eaten this excellent meal
and now I will smoke a little bit and sit back and stare down
at the golden gleam of my watch fob against the coarse dark wool of my vest,
and I will smile with a hideous contentment, because I am an evil man,
and tonight I will do something evil in this city!
Ron Padget
sexta-feira, 1 de abril de 2011
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