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Feb 25
libraryland:

Read the first chapter, “The Sad Poet and his Library,” here.

libraryland:

Read the first chapter, “The Sad Poet and his Library,” here.


Feb 5
Slang: The present meaning comes close to Norwegian dialect sleigeord, ‘offensive language’. Slengjenamn means ‘nickname’, and the phrase slengje kjoeften means ‘to sling the jaw’—or utter offensive language—which smacks of slang.
‘The world of slang’, wrote G.K. Chesteron, ‘is a kind of topsy-turveydom of poetry, full of blue moons and white elephants, of men losing their heads, and men whose tongues run away with them—a whole chaos of fairy tales.’
Common to many languages, it is the lingo of the gutter, the street, the market-place, the saloon, the stable, the workshop, the theatre, the fo’c’sle, the barrack room and the ranch—indeed almost anywhere where men work or play. It is the poetry of the common man, the tuppence-coloured of everyday life, and is indispensable to the well-being of a language. A thriving and developing language has plentiful slang. Slang provides its calories, its energy and its vigour.”
Penguin Reference’s Dictionary of Literary Terms and Literary Theory (via hateshiploveship)

Feb 2

Cry for noble Saichō (哭最澄上人), which was written by Emperor Saga for Saichō’s death. Saga was a scholar of the Chinese classics. He was also renowned as a skillful calligrapher.

Cry for noble Saichō (哭最澄上人), which was written by Emperor Saga for Saichō’s death. Saga was a scholar of the Chinese classics. He was also renowned as a skillful calligrapher.

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Jan 20

Jan 9

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Nov 10

“O amor é grande mas cabe no breve espaço de beijar.”
— Carlos Drummond de Andrade

“O amor é grande mas cabe no breve espaço de beijar.”

— Carlos Drummond de Andrade


May 25

Ignorância

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Ignorância

O conhecimento me exaspera.
A mente voa, o corpo grita: me espera!
Até o próprio vernáculo, a língua mátria fere
quando corrige dizendo que o certo seria ter dito “espere”!


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A Ausência de Erika

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A Ausência de Erika


São dias escuros
mesmo quando o sol imenso brilha.
A multidão é um oceano
mas eu serei sempre uma ilha.



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Cortando Na Própria Carne

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Cortando Na Própria Carne


… ou “A Poesia Surge Do Espanto”



A poesia surge do espanto,
não da simples atitude meditativa.
Aqueles que vertem a rima e o canto
cortam na própria carne a palavra que o poema priva.

Algumas vezes o verso longo, talvez um conto,
pelo ralo das idéias escorre, todo mel em vão se esvai.
Repito: toda poesia nasce do espanto.
Ás vezes você pensa um livro, mas escreve apenas um haikai.


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