terça-feira, 4 de março de 2008

Calourada de Filosofia nesta quinta

Ai galera nesta quinta feira 06/03/2008 vai rolar a 1° Calourada de Filosofia da UFSJ.
3R$ para vaquinha da cerveja para poder entrar, dai como for necessário vai passando o chapéu no decorrer da festa.

O Endereço é
Rua João Meirinho Nº 174
Bairro: Fábricas.

Em frente a escola MINISTRO GABRIEL PASSOS. RUA JOÃO MEIRINHO
ESCOLA MINISTRO GABRIEL PASSOS
REPÚBLICA ÁGUAS DE MARÇO

Um comentário:

  1. Olá, Vinicius.
    Tudo bem?
    Respondendo à tua pergunta sobre o post ( http://factivel.wordpress.com/2008/11/12/samuel-em-desenvolvimento/ ), o poema "I Go Back to May 1937" foi escrito pela americana Sharon Olds e faz parte do livro "The Gold Cell".
    Como vc chegou ao blog ( http://factivel.wordpress.com ), Vinicius?
    Gostou do filme “Na natureza selvagem”?
    Segue abaixo a versão original do poema, em inglês.
    Abraços


    I Go Back to May 1937

    I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
    I see my father strolling out
    under the ochre sandstone arch, the
    red tiles glinting like bent
    plates of blood behind his head, I
    see my mother with a few light books at her hip
    standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the
    wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
    sword-tips black in the May air,
    they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
    they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
    innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
    I want to go up to them and say Stop,
    don't do it--she's the wrong woman,
    he's the wrong man, you are going to do things
    you cannot imagine you would ever do,
    you are going to do bad things to children,
    you are going to suffer in ways you never heard of,
    you are going to want to die. I want to go
    up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
    her hungry pretty blank face turning to me,
    her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
    his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me,
    his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
    but I don't do it. I want to live. I
    take them up like the male and female
    paper dolls and bang them together
    at the hips like chips of flint as if to
    strike sparks from them, I say
    Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

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