Eu nunca quis ser homem
Quando penso na comparação sempre acho que nós mulheres
Ao menos hoje,
Saímos vitoriosas
- E o Vitória é o meu time do coração! -
Ir à guerra
E ter que apresentar uma performance
Com a espada em riste
Dá um medo enorme
Prefiro ficar encolhidinha
Em meu feminino corpo
Deve ser uma
Pressão danada
Ter que ir para a guerra
E mostrar performance
E ter que ganhar dinheiro
E ter que tomar a iniciativa
Aprender a ouvir os nãos
Deve ser um saco
Sem fundo
Esse medo masculino
Então prefiro
Ao menos hoje
Recolher a minha feminina origem
E se de fato
Existe
Destino
Que eu esteja com um homem
Que aguente a pressão
De se imaginar sempre duro
Sem deixar de se derramar
Sobre mim
(Ana Barbara Neves)
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
O café preto
Ainda me parece
Vazio
Gosto com leite
Mas este vôo só
Tem cappuccino
Diz o comissário
Aqui tudo é pago
Custa
E as oportunidades
São restritas
Ao
Disponível
Gosto de açúcar
Apesar de ser adepta
Do refrigerante diet
A moça passa com o
Carrinho
Eu ganho um saquinho
Com pó
E nome de jogador de futebol
Fico impressionada
Com as pessoas em volta
Sem fazer nada
Apenas olhando para frente
Eu leio, escrevo, caço palavras, até
Tento cochilar
Sinto frio
Próxima vez venho de meia
Estou indo ficar uma semana sem trabalhar
Lendo e escrevendo
Viajando sozinha depois de
Um ano e meio no mesmo lugar
Lembro do passado e penso:
A taróloga disse
Que eu teria mais velocidade lá fora
De que fora ela deveria estar falando?
Ainda me parece
Vazio
Gosto com leite
Mas este vôo só
Tem cappuccino
Diz o comissário
Aqui tudo é pago
Custa
E as oportunidades
São restritas
Ao
Disponível
Gosto de açúcar
Apesar de ser adepta
Do refrigerante diet
A moça passa com o
Carrinho
Eu ganho um saquinho
Com pó
E nome de jogador de futebol
Fico impressionada
Com as pessoas em volta
Sem fazer nada
Apenas olhando para frente
Eu leio, escrevo, caço palavras, até
Tento cochilar
Sinto frio
Próxima vez venho de meia
Estou indo ficar uma semana sem trabalhar
Lendo e escrevendo
Viajando sozinha depois de
Um ano e meio no mesmo lugar
Lembro do passado e penso:
A taróloga disse
Que eu teria mais velocidade lá fora
De que fora ela deveria estar falando?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
After the Storm
Ps: this is my answer to "Storm", by Tim Minchin.
Here goes the video, so you can take a look of the original thing ;)
Small city, Bahia, old fashion chairs
Common classroom, no air conditioners
Azulejos made of ceramic
Quite latin, plus it’s organic!
Forty psychology students,
Who don’t pretend being prudent
They’re from about everywhere
Some are cool, other quite square
Rather weird atmosphere
I’m the unknown professor
As a chemical stressor,
I’d like to introduce,
And announce right of the bat
That this class is about
Changing it other around.
Although the subject is behavior
Of organisms alive
Students all look for a mind
As I just try to be kind.
Who can see the mind? - I ask.
Point to the mind - I invite.
I can see a brain, and a head,
But a mind has no site.
A complex body,
Inside crazy environments
Are not enough
For my lovely students.
They want mystery,
So, despite my misery,
As we go
They gotta know
About the other me inside myself
Who should guide the empty shell,
That is my whole body, I suppose.
And I tell them a story
Not of a zumbi or a rose,
But, of a distinguished scientist,
Who investigates our behavior
And talks about how the idea
Of people having self control
And holding something like a mind
Are just fictions of some kind.
One day, this scientist
Was giving a speech
When a guy in the audience
Raised his hand and stated
That he could see a mind working
While the scientist was there talking
Well, the scientist resisted to tell
It was actually thinker bell
Sitting right there on his shoulder
Giving some cool tips
About the subject of the speech
Now, just try to see my fairy, or hold her.
While I keep talking!
He should have answered back.
After my little tale
The students, at me, just stare
With looks that are frighteningly puzzled
A complete loss is a common effect
Behavior at its own sake
Is a matter hard to get
And they will be more amused
Before the class is over
Let’s jump into the story
And slowly adjust how you see actions
A 360 degrees change
First, you think everything is strange
Then, you think you’re not free anymore
To finally discover how great is the fact
That with knowledge
We have so much to get.
Jump into the boat
And before you note
Your look will not be puzzled
Because you will be quite used
To see how you alter your environment
And is changed right back
By the consequences of your actions.
But how it happens?
And how we learn all that?
Well, since ancient times
Humans raise questions
About who are we
And where we came from
Animations and machines move
But are not alive
So people usually think
That there is something inside or between
The body or the sky
Like a little man, or a soul of some kind
Controlling what a living thing does
I just ask all students
To put themselves in the place
Of people from centuries ago
Who didn’t know why do organisms behave?
Or nothing about their bodies at all
What is life? How it works?
Like Pinochios’ father
Wishing life for a wood doll to a star
And it all goes back to Descartes
Who scared people and pissed them
Using a hydraulic system
To make human figures move.
Mr. Decartes installed
His hydraulic machines in gardens,
Where people would be walking
And accidentally step on something
That would activate machines
Made to look like human beings
There were ladies fainting!
Others were screaming!
They have never seen
A machine that seems
So much a human being.
“Of hydraulic systems we are made!”
That’s how Mr. Descartes explained
The movement of organisms.
But he kept other sphere of action
To the function of a soul called rational,
And the way we explain behavior
Is still based on this dichotomy
Of a body divided from a soul
With two independent means of control.
All the fucking idea is essentially wrong!
Using a nonscientific explanation
Like a soul that is Gods’ creation
Is just not science!
And all this bullshit of mind and cognition
Are ways to keep the same old notion
Of a body controlled by some other thing
That is not even in this world!
Mixing science and religion
In such an irresponsible way
Totally arbitrary, I must say!
I mean, how fucked up is that?
“It’s spontaneous!” - We say, in fact
When we don’t know how to act
If someone asks: “Why that was done?”
Everything that is complicated
We throw in the bag of the mind.
“He did this because can’t control his nerves!”
“He did that because his superego lacks strength!”
“And this other thing, because his mind is on fire!”
It all comes down to the same crappy
Totally useless, nonscientific idea
Of a fictitious minds’ world,
Holding the fucking control.
Is that really the way to go?
Explain one world by another we don’t know?
Well, some relations are easy figured
For example, a light flash, simple and plain
Pointed to the eye
Makes a blinking so easy to explain.
“But writing a poem gotta be free move!”
I hear from someone out there.
Or the cause is just hard to prove?
That’s the answer I give back.
There are just so many different
Influences on a poem writing
That the cause is quite complicated.
And if a supranatural thing is involved
It is not a mistery for a scientist to solve!
“What about dreams and imagination!”
They insist to go there.
Do you think it is such a dull conception,
That it all comes down to what happens in your environment?
Well, that is the entire scientific realm.
Pay attention to the settings
And you will see connections
That allows you to predict what people will do.
You won’t discover everything
There are lots of reasons
But you will understand quite a bit
Like when an artist makes something unexpected and sound
The cause goes back to how he interacted
With what is in his surrounds.
Even to write a book or to paint,
The artist has and environment to change
Like when a writer collects information
Before starting to write
Or when a painter hires a model
Or when a poet looks for inspiration in the moonlight
They’re all searching for stimulus
That will change their behavior
Some of them are masters finding those things
And to understand how they act
You must look for the environments they get
You might find some answers
You might never know
But you must resist hiring
An imaginary cause for the show!
Across the room, I hear a scream:
“This is too much mathematic!
Where is my free will?
Am I so freaking automatic?”
Let’s imagine - I start - you got this so called will of yours,
That is control free.
What would you do will all those options you got?
Sit in front of a TV?
Yeah, life is a mystery, I agree.
Most of us actually have no idea of what controls our doing
And it’s hard to pay attention.
What we discover surprise us
And actually causes some tension.
So we just go around blindly behaving,
With no clue whatsoever, on how to describe what we do or why.
Wasting a heck of time,
Just to preserve the illusion
That we are free moving creations.
Holding on to this self control notion,
As beasts guarding a secret
We don’t understand?
Is there another world besides this one?
The truth is: WE DON’T KNOW.
Further, the existence of this “another world”
Is just not a scientific question.
“Is there another world?”
It’s the wrong question in a world that is natural.
A useless question, not worth asking
And essentially totally fake.
By definition natural science deals with objects that are
Natural.
And searches for answers that can be found in a world called
Natural.
Yeah! No kidding! That’s all, so far
What scientists have to say.
The scientific questions they can ask
Are derived from a method that allows
Finding answers about
What is naturally there.
Provisory answers
That’s all science got.
No absolute truths,
By sciences’ own definition.
But it’s actually quite a lot!
And by all means, the provisory trait
It’s essential to the scientific way.
That’s what allows science
To adjust its views
And makes it so different
From religious news.
Not better, I must say
And not more important
I should insist.
And if you see a scientist says
That he knows everything
Just tell him to pray,
To Expeditus, the saint!
Living and creating a meaningful life
Is a matter that has no one, only guide
Everyone must find their own way.
But that does not mean
We should just wait
Like idiots
Looking to each other
And picking apart stupid ideas
As a bunch of tyrants in tears
No, let’s listen to the jesters
With their three pointed hats
Ending on jingle bells
And walk this thin line
Between chaos and order
And you can even call me brother!
Just render unto scientists
The things which are natural
And when you wonder
If there are other things
Or yet if you have faith
On a God or a mermaid
Don’t let it prevent
You from scientifically digging
On the natural causes.
Because I doubt
It’s so offensive to say:
A mind is not a scientific thing,
But I can talk for 10 minutes
And change what you think.
(Ana Barbara Neves)
Here goes the video, so you can take a look of the original thing ;)
Small city, Bahia, old fashion chairs
Common classroom, no air conditioners
Azulejos made of ceramic
Quite latin, plus it’s organic!
Forty psychology students,
Who don’t pretend being prudent
They’re from about everywhere
Some are cool, other quite square
Rather weird atmosphere
I’m the unknown professor
As a chemical stressor,
I’d like to introduce,
And announce right of the bat
That this class is about
Changing it other around.
Although the subject is behavior
Of organisms alive
Students all look for a mind
As I just try to be kind.
Who can see the mind? - I ask.
Point to the mind - I invite.
I can see a brain, and a head,
But a mind has no site.
A complex body,
Inside crazy environments
Are not enough
For my lovely students.
They want mystery,
So, despite my misery,
As we go
They gotta know
About the other me inside myself
Who should guide the empty shell,
That is my whole body, I suppose.
And I tell them a story
Not of a zumbi or a rose,
But, of a distinguished scientist,
Who investigates our behavior
And talks about how the idea
Of people having self control
And holding something like a mind
Are just fictions of some kind.
One day, this scientist
Was giving a speech
When a guy in the audience
Raised his hand and stated
That he could see a mind working
While the scientist was there talking
Well, the scientist resisted to tell
It was actually thinker bell
Sitting right there on his shoulder
Giving some cool tips
About the subject of the speech
Now, just try to see my fairy, or hold her.
While I keep talking!
He should have answered back.
After my little tale
The students, at me, just stare
With looks that are frighteningly puzzled
A complete loss is a common effect
Behavior at its own sake
Is a matter hard to get
And they will be more amused
Before the class is over
Let’s jump into the story
And slowly adjust how you see actions
A 360 degrees change
First, you think everything is strange
Then, you think you’re not free anymore
To finally discover how great is the fact
That with knowledge
We have so much to get.
Jump into the boat
And before you note
Your look will not be puzzled
Because you will be quite used
To see how you alter your environment
And is changed right back
By the consequences of your actions.
But how it happens?
And how we learn all that?
Well, since ancient times
Humans raise questions
About who are we
And where we came from
Animations and machines move
But are not alive
So people usually think
That there is something inside or between
The body or the sky
Like a little man, or a soul of some kind
Controlling what a living thing does
I just ask all students
To put themselves in the place
Of people from centuries ago
Who didn’t know why do organisms behave?
Or nothing about their bodies at all
What is life? How it works?
Like Pinochios’ father
Wishing life for a wood doll to a star
And it all goes back to Descartes
Who scared people and pissed them
Using a hydraulic system
To make human figures move.
Mr. Decartes installed
His hydraulic machines in gardens,
Where people would be walking
And accidentally step on something
That would activate machines
Made to look like human beings
There were ladies fainting!
Others were screaming!
They have never seen
A machine that seems
So much a human being.
“Of hydraulic systems we are made!”
That’s how Mr. Descartes explained
The movement of organisms.
But he kept other sphere of action
To the function of a soul called rational,
And the way we explain behavior
Is still based on this dichotomy
Of a body divided from a soul
With two independent means of control.
All the fucking idea is essentially wrong!
Using a nonscientific explanation
Like a soul that is Gods’ creation
Is just not science!
And all this bullshit of mind and cognition
Are ways to keep the same old notion
Of a body controlled by some other thing
That is not even in this world!
Mixing science and religion
In such an irresponsible way
Totally arbitrary, I must say!
I mean, how fucked up is that?
“It’s spontaneous!” - We say, in fact
When we don’t know how to act
If someone asks: “Why that was done?”
Everything that is complicated
We throw in the bag of the mind.
“He did this because can’t control his nerves!”
“He did that because his superego lacks strength!”
“And this other thing, because his mind is on fire!”
It all comes down to the same crappy
Totally useless, nonscientific idea
Of a fictitious minds’ world,
Holding the fucking control.
Is that really the way to go?
Explain one world by another we don’t know?
Well, some relations are easy figured
For example, a light flash, simple and plain
Pointed to the eye
Makes a blinking so easy to explain.
“But writing a poem gotta be free move!”
I hear from someone out there.
Or the cause is just hard to prove?
That’s the answer I give back.
There are just so many different
Influences on a poem writing
That the cause is quite complicated.
And if a supranatural thing is involved
It is not a mistery for a scientist to solve!
“What about dreams and imagination!”
They insist to go there.
Do you think it is such a dull conception,
That it all comes down to what happens in your environment?
Well, that is the entire scientific realm.
Pay attention to the settings
And you will see connections
That allows you to predict what people will do.
You won’t discover everything
There are lots of reasons
But you will understand quite a bit
Like when an artist makes something unexpected and sound
The cause goes back to how he interacted
With what is in his surrounds.
Even to write a book or to paint,
The artist has and environment to change
Like when a writer collects information
Before starting to write
Or when a painter hires a model
Or when a poet looks for inspiration in the moonlight
They’re all searching for stimulus
That will change their behavior
Some of them are masters finding those things
And to understand how they act
You must look for the environments they get
You might find some answers
You might never know
But you must resist hiring
An imaginary cause for the show!
Across the room, I hear a scream:
“This is too much mathematic!
Where is my free will?
Am I so freaking automatic?”
Let’s imagine - I start - you got this so called will of yours,
That is control free.
What would you do will all those options you got?
Sit in front of a TV?
Yeah, life is a mystery, I agree.
Most of us actually have no idea of what controls our doing
And it’s hard to pay attention.
What we discover surprise us
And actually causes some tension.
So we just go around blindly behaving,
With no clue whatsoever, on how to describe what we do or why.
Wasting a heck of time,
Just to preserve the illusion
That we are free moving creations.
Holding on to this self control notion,
As beasts guarding a secret
We don’t understand?
Is there another world besides this one?
The truth is: WE DON’T KNOW.
Further, the existence of this “another world”
Is just not a scientific question.
“Is there another world?”
It’s the wrong question in a world that is natural.
A useless question, not worth asking
And essentially totally fake.
By definition natural science deals with objects that are
Natural.
And searches for answers that can be found in a world called
Natural.
Yeah! No kidding! That’s all, so far
What scientists have to say.
The scientific questions they can ask
Are derived from a method that allows
Finding answers about
What is naturally there.
Provisory answers
That’s all science got.
No absolute truths,
By sciences’ own definition.
But it’s actually quite a lot!
And by all means, the provisory trait
It’s essential to the scientific way.
That’s what allows science
To adjust its views
And makes it so different
From religious news.
Not better, I must say
And not more important
I should insist.
And if you see a scientist says
That he knows everything
Just tell him to pray,
To Expeditus, the saint!
Living and creating a meaningful life
Is a matter that has no one, only guide
Everyone must find their own way.
But that does not mean
We should just wait
Like idiots
Looking to each other
And picking apart stupid ideas
As a bunch of tyrants in tears
No, let’s listen to the jesters
With their three pointed hats
Ending on jingle bells
And walk this thin line
Between chaos and order
And you can even call me brother!
Just render unto scientists
The things which are natural
And when you wonder
If there are other things
Or yet if you have faith
On a God or a mermaid
Don’t let it prevent
You from scientifically digging
On the natural causes.
Because I doubt
It’s so offensive to say:
A mind is not a scientific thing,
But I can talk for 10 minutes
And change what you think.
(Ana Barbara Neves)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Irritadiça
Como se algo
Apertasse minhas
Têmporas
Como um fio
Fino e gelado
Na gengiva
Entre os dentes
Como que cuspindo
Palavras
Dos lábios
Prensados
Contra o quase
Queixo
Como frisando
Mal feitos
Desejos de mais
Mais, mais...
E nem sei o que
Só que não
Valeu
À pena
Como quem
Reclama, reclama...
E de fato
Desfazer
Carrega
Braços cruzados
Como os sinais
Do que volta
Uma vez mais
E mais uma vez
Ao pensamento
Ré
Moendo
Sem imprensa
Que possa
Redigir
Como estabelecido
Rei o erro
Queimasse
Tudo
Dos pós à cabeça
De dentro pra fora
E por que não
Em volta
Por todos os lados
Como quando
Farelo de sangue
Entupisse
Os canos
Enchente
Como assim
Afogasse
Os sufocados
Plásticos
Na cabeça
Apertasse minhas
Têmporas
Como um fio
Fino e gelado
Na gengiva
Entre os dentes
Como que cuspindo
Palavras
Dos lábios
Prensados
Contra o quase
Queixo
Como frisando
Mal feitos
Desejos de mais
Mais, mais...
E nem sei o que
Só que não
Valeu
À pena
Como quem
Reclama, reclama...
E de fato
Desfazer
Carrega
Braços cruzados
Como os sinais
Do que volta
Uma vez mais
E mais uma vez
Ao pensamento
Ré
Moendo
Sem imprensa
Que possa
Redigir
Como estabelecido
Rei o erro
Queimasse
Tudo
Dos pós à cabeça
De dentro pra fora
E por que não
Em volta
Por todos os lados
Como quando
Farelo de sangue
Entupisse
Os canos
Enchente
Como assim
Afogasse
Os sufocados
Plásticos
Na cabeça
Friday, November 12, 2010
De quando em vez
ainda sinto
que aquele
nosso primeiro caminho
- o de espinhos que sangram
e alimentam tal como vinho -
Haverá de ser,
o seu,
o meu
enfeite.
(Paulo Phirmo)
Meu amigo Paulo Phirmo fez essa poesia inspirada nesse post do meu fotolog:
http://www.fotolog.com.br/florentreflor
Me emocionei tanto que resolvi postar :)
Valeu Paulinho :)
ainda sinto
que aquele
nosso primeiro caminho
- o de espinhos que sangram
e alimentam tal como vinho -
Haverá de ser,
o seu,
o meu
enfeite.
(Paulo Phirmo)
Meu amigo Paulo Phirmo fez essa poesia inspirada nesse post do meu fotolog:
http://www.fotolog.com.br/florentreflor
Me emocionei tanto que resolvi postar :)
Valeu Paulinho :)
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