Dirty Poem (Vol. 18) (New Directions Poetry Pamphlets)
Considered the best lengthy poem in twentieth century Brazilian poetry, Ferreira's Gullar's Dirty Poem was written as a reaction to the Brazilian dictatorship that positioned him in exile and murdered thousands.
Written in 1975 in Buenos Aires while Ferreira Gullar used to be in political exile from the Brazilian dictatorship, Dirty Poem is an epic poem that amid existence occasions strains the author’s political and inventive evolution and is by way of such a lot money owed an important lengthy poem of up to date Brazilian literature. student and critic Otto Maria Carpeaux wrote: “Dirty Poem merits to be referred to as ‘National Poem’ since it embodies all the studies, victories, defeats, and hopes within the lifetime of the Brazilian citizen.” it's a hypnotic paintings that attracts at the poet’s reminiscence of youth within the beach urban of Sao Luís do Maranhao in the course of international conflict II and offers overtly with the “dirty” shamefulness of a socio-economic process that abuses its voters with poverty, sexism, greed, and worry.
Sustains them, no longer the mattress yet fatigue sustains them, no longer the financial institution yet unpaid exertions sustains them And the reason is, while humans go away (as they've got from Alcântara) the suns exit (the pots, the stoves) their assets of heat extinguished the reason is, in São Luís the place the folk stayed the town nonetheless strikes at this second in its many platforms and speeds in order that whilst a jug breaks one other jug is made one other mattress is made one other pitcher is made one other guy is made so the fireplace.
Nature and of guy? The tall zinc shed shimmers of solder employees within the colour partitions blackened from smoke It wasn’t a home: a home has chairs tables armchairs probably it was once a temple? yet without niches no altar no saints? What used to be it, a manufacturing facility? the place with grinding wheel sparks the afternoon grew sizzling as a forge the place the afternoon used to be one other afternoon that had not anything to do with the single I now observed within the distance past the railway past the docks past the waters of the.
Encircling the elements vane disintegrating within the clouds and the clamor of the tanagers one of the sapodilla bushes at six within the afternoon or within the bucket of coloration and vertigo of the water within the good at the farm the years have left in the back of they usually retrieve increasingly more sounding an alarm in my flesh the silence of that water its shadow a glimmer less than my nails as then underneath the leaves jam-packed with sugar and light-weight dripping with water a chirp a breath of wind unhurried and.
there has been a background of birds even though I’d come to grasp such a lot of birds from the yellow finch (in Senhor Neco’s cage) to the dove (on the roof ridge), even the finch (that was once snared within the pasture), the red-cowled cardinal seemed like an officer in complete gown, the cuckoo used to be a employee for public sanitation, the vulture, a black guy in a morning coat, the tyrant flycatcher, a policeman with a whistle in his mouth and a kepi on his head regularly tough at paintings To understand the historical past of.
And bottles and the countertop with the Filizola scale every thing at the green-and-white mosaic ground like a level for the afternoon fastened and whilst thrust into an plentiful process that incorporated the warehouses of Praia Grande, the São Luís–Teresina Railroad, ranches in Coroatá, Codó, plantations of rice and tobacco, staff who scatter shrimp to dry within the sunlight in Guimarães, or even the households on the street who could later sit down round the dinner desk For this very cause.