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TERRAS DE PENALVA ONDE «A LIBERDADE É A COMPREENSÃO DA NECESSIDADE»

A invasão do Panamá vai fazer 20 anos (20 de Dezembro de 1989)

     A invasão do Panamá num filme de Barbara Trent, escrito por David Kasper e narrado de Elizabeth Montgomery. Sim, essa mesmo, do Casei com uma feiticeira, o que exemplifica mais uma vez que há muitíssimos cidadãos dos EUA que não estão comprometidos com as políticas do respectivo governo. Será que ainda seremos acusados, num texto intitulado O Soviete da Califórnia, de ressuscitar Elizabeth Montgomery para falar do horror das Américas do Sul e Central? Será que o texto terminará com a sentença definitiva «A cultura norte-americana estado-unidense infiltra-se onde menos se espera» como se «eles» tivessem o monopólio de gostar do povo norte-americano. Sim, gostamos do povo americano. Todo o povo americano, do sul ao norte (basta consultar este blogue: Robeson, Luther King, Neruda, Evo Morales, Cuba, Rafael Correa, In The Ghetto, etc., etc., etc.).

Esta pode ser uma amostra, datada de há vinte anos, de uma futura guerra nas Américas que os EUA se preparam para fazer com o golpe de Estado nas Honduras e a instalação de bases militares na Colômbia (e não só). A ver com atenção porque está (quase) tudo aqui.

 

Em castelhano:

No inglês original:

Uma versão curta (22 minutos) em inglês:

 

Para Ler:

adaptado de um e-mail enviado pelo Jorge

                                                                     

Nazim Hikmet: Kiz Çocuğu ... (actualização)

     Foi actualizado o post "Nazim Hikmet: Kiz Çocuğu / I Come and Stand at Every Door / The Little Dead Girl" com inserção de vídeos e texto na língua original, o turco.

                                                     

Nazim Hikmet: Kiz Çocuğu / I Come and Stand at Every Door / The Little Dead Girl

O governo da Turquia devolveu em 5 de Janeiro de 2009 a cidadania ao maior poeta turco - Nazim Hikmet - mais de 45 anos depois do seu falecimento!

    Um dos seus mais conhecidos poemas é "A menina morta" apresentada aqui em duas versões. Infelizmente não é possível ouvir a versão escrita por Howard Fast e cantada por Paul Robeson.

Escrita para as crianças de Hiroshima pode ser dedicada também a todas as crianças que morrem todos os dias em todas as guerras.

 

Para Ver e Ouvir:

Para Ver e LER:

     A versão cantada por Paul Robeson é uma tradução de Howard Fast.

 

The Little Dead Girl

(As sung by Paul Robeson)

                 

This little girl is at your door,
At every door, at every door.

And I am she you cannot see,
I am at your door, at every door.
I am at your door, at every door.

And for this child will never be
That love and laughter you have known.

At Hiroshima do you see
My flesh was seared to bone,
My flesh was seared to bone.
My hair was blue aflame,
Hot were my poor eyes, hot my hands.
Now just a trace of ash remains
Where I had played on smiling sands.
Stranger, what can you do for me,
This little ash, this little girl?
This human child like paper burned

Dry ash the cooling wind shall swirl,
Dry ash the cooling wind shall swirl
This little maid unseared by strife.

Oh stranger please do this for me.
Your name for mankind's peace and life,
And peace and life for all like me,
And peace and life for all like me.

Nazim Hikmet


   Versão de Pete Seeger:

 

I Come And Stand At Every Door

                              

I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead.

I'm only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow.

My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind.

I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead.

All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow and laugh and play.    

Nazim Hikmet

 

Notícias  AQUI, AQUI e AQUI 

                                                                   

adaptado de um e-mail enviado pelo Jorge                                                          

                                                                   

Adenda em 10/01 às 14h30m:

Em Turco:

 

Texto original AQUI 

                                               

«The Strange Fruit of Abel Meeropol» por Rob Gowland

     Last month, the ABC ran a program about a song written by a Communist. Of course, neither the ABC nor the program's maker Joel Katz emphasised that particular fact.

Indeed, Communists don't usually get praised as artists in the bourgeois media unless they have shown evidence of abandoning their political position. Funny that.

The song in question was Strange Fruit, the number popularised by Billie Holiday. Time called it simply, "The best song of the century".

That it was written by a Communist was neither accidental nor incidental. Strange Fruit is a harrowing song about a lynching (the bodies hanging from the tree are the "strange fruit").

In the '20s, '30s and '40s, lynchings of Blacks, union organisers and "Bolsheviks" were commonplace occurrences in the US, especially in the South. They were part of the right-wing's tactics of terror.

The Communists, themselves victims of this terrorism, were among its fiercest and most assiduous foes. They campaigned to arouse awareness of the evils of lynching through the civil rights movement, the labour movement and every available political forum.

One of those Communists was a Jewish New York City high school teacher of Russian immigrant origin named Abel Meeropol. In his spare time, Meeropol was a poet and composer who wrote under the name Lewis Allan.

In a 1930 civil rights magazine Meeropol came across a photograph of a ghastly lynching. The photo haunted him, and he was moved to write a poem about the scene.

As befits a Communist poet, Meeropol's poem was powerful indictment of inhumanity. He said later: "I wrote Strange Fruit because I hate lynching and I hate injustice and I hate the people who perpetuate it."

Originally titled Bitter Fruit, it was published in the Communist cultural journal New Masses in 1936. The poem was set to music by Meeropol and sung by his wife Anne at Communist Party functions and other progressive gatherings.

    It became popular within the Left, taken up by such notable Left singers at the time as Josh White and Laura Duncan. In 1939 Meeropol introduced the song to black female singer Billie Holiday.

Holiday was then a regular performer at Cafi Society, one of the very few integrated nightclubs in New York, serving Black, as well as White, customers. Its management's approach and line-up of artists (and their material) had a decidedly anti-rich and progressive, anti-corporate, anti-plutocrat outlook.

This outlook reflected the growing Left upsurge of the time, the result of the Communist-led movement against war and fascism, the Communist-led development of industrial unionism and Communist influence on the arts and culture generally.

The late US jazz writer, Leonard Feather, called Strange Fruit "the first significant protest in words and music, the first unmuted cry against racism"?

Strange Fruit became a staple in Billie Holiday's career. In fact, she made it her own to such an extent that in her autobiography Lady Sings the Blues she actually claims to have written the song!

She was however a courageous as well as talented artist, who popularised the song, singing it regularly and frequently, despite ferocious attacks on her in the capitalist press (as well as by many record executives and promoters) for giving prominence to such a political song.

In the '30s and '40s, the Communist Party was an influential part of US political life. Billie Holiday and artists like her performed at rallies for Ben Davis, the Communist councilman from Harlem.

Holiday's life exemplified the racist atmosphere that made lynching conceivable. Although her vocal style is considered to be one of the most vivid musical manifestations of personality ever achieved, she had to struggle to gain recognition.

With no technical training, she created beautiful and sophisticated musical effects, her diction being unique and her phrasing inimitable. Most memorable of all was an acute dramatic intensity that rendered the most banal lyric profound.

    Nevertheless, she faced constant racist humiliation and degradation, including the questioning of whether she "understood" the Strange Fruit. To others it was clear that she understood it only too well.

Journalist and author Vernon Jarrett wrote: "She impressed me as someone who had also been wronged, as if she'd been lynched herself in some fashion or another. There was a sense of resignation, as if 'these people are going to have power for a long time and I can't do a damn thing about it except put it in a song' ... 

"To me, that was part of the whole lynch syndrome, the lynching of the body and the spirit put together. That's the way her face looked when she sang that."

Tony Bennett said, "When you listen to her, it's almost like an audio tape of her autobiography. She didn't sing anything unless she had lived it." 

Black American drummer Max Roach said that "when she recorded it [Strange Fruit], it was more than revolutionary; she made a statement that we all felt as Black folks".

Abel Meeropol's other best known composition is The House I Live In, about the multi-cultural mix of the USA, sung with irony and power by Paul Robeson and with patriotic fervour by Frank Sinatra. Abel and Anne Meeropol are also known for having adopted the orphaned children of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg in 1953. (ver: Bigroaphies of key figures in the trial of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg)

(sublinhados meus)
 

In "The Guardian" - Edição de 7 de Maio de 2003

 

adaptado de um e-mail enviado pelo Jorge  
                                               

Paul Robeson canta Abel Meeropol / Earl Robinson - «The House I Live In»

THE HOUSE I LIVE IN (1947)

What is America to me?
A name, a map or a flag I see,
A certain word, "Democracy",
What is America to me?

The house I live in,
The friends that I have found,
The folks beyond the railroad
and the people all around,
The worker and the farmer,
the sailor on the sea,
The men who built this country,
that's America to me.

The words of old Abe Lincoln,
of Jefferson and Paine,
of Washington and Jackson
and the tasks that still remain.
The little bridge at Concord,
where Freedom's Fight began,
of Gettysburg and Midway
and the story of Bataan.

The house I live in,
my neighbors White and Black,
the people who just came here
or from generations back,
the town hall and the soapbox,
the torch of Liberty,
a home for all God's children,
that's America to me.

The house I live in,
the goodness everywhere,
a land of wealth and beauty
with enough for all to share.
A house that we call "Freedom",
the home of Liberty,
but especially the people,
that's America to me.

But especially the people--that's
the true America...

 

Abel Meeropol / Earl Robinson

                                

                         

Sobre Paul Robeson clicar AQUI, AQUI e AQUI

                 

                                                   

Para ver e ouvir Paul Robeson a interpretar «The House I Live In» de Abel Meeropol clicar AQUI   

 

adaptado de um e-mail enviado pelo Jorge  
                      

Martin Luther King - "Eu estive no cimo da montanha. E vi a terra prometida"

Discurso de Memphis, 3 de Março de 1968

Martin Luther King foi assassinado no dia 4 de Abril de 1968 em Memphis, Tennessee.

Ver e ouvir os vídeos sobre os dois últimos dias da  vida de Martin Luther King:

    A canção que se ouve no final é "Take My Hand, Precious Lord" a canção favorita de  Martin Luther King e que Mahalia Jackson cantou no seu funeral (ver e ouvir o vídeo):

    

Ver e ouvir os vídeos com o último discurso de Martin Luther King:

Ver e ouvir  as últimas palavras do último discurso de Martin Luther King:

(...)
Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn't matter with me now. Because I've been to the mountaintop. And I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people will get to the promised land. And I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.

Bem, eu não sei o que acontecerá agora. Teremos alguns dias difíceis. Mas, para mim, isso não importa. Porque eu estive no cimo da montanha. E não me importo. Como todos, gostaria de ter uma vida longa. Por que não? Mas não estou preocupado com isso agora. Só quero fazer a vontade de Deus. E Ele permitiu que eu subisse a montanha. E eu vi lá de cima. E vi a terra prometida. Talvez não vos acompanhe até lá. Mas, quero que saibam esta noite que nós, como povo, chegaremos à terra prometida. E estou feliz esta noite. Nada me preocupa. Não temo nenhum homem. Os meus olhos viram a glória da chegada do Senhor. 

    Agora é comparar este texto com a letra da canção:

GO DOWN MOSES (Second version)

When Israel was in Egypt's land
Let my people go
Oppressed so hard they could not stand
Let my people go

Go down Moses
Way down in Egypt land
Tell old Pharaoh
"Let my people go"

"Thus spoke the Lord" bold Moses said
Let my people go
"If not I'll smite your first born dead
Let my people go

No more in bondage shall they toil
Let my people go
Let them come out with Egypt's spoil"
Let my people go

                                                           

adaptado de um e-mail enviado pelo Jorge

                                                            

Notícias AQUI

        

Paul Robeson: 1898-04-09/2008-04-09

                                               

Sobre Paul Robeson clicar AQUI, AQUI, AQUI e AQUI

                                                     

                                                           

Um documentário sobre a vida de Paul Robeson nos 110 anos do seu nascimento

                                              

Sobre Paul Robeson clicar AQUI, AQUI e AQUI

                                  

                                                              

Paul Robeson - «We are climbing Jacob's ladder»


                                                                                         

Sobre Paul Robeson clicar AQUI, AQUI e AQUI

                                                                                   

Sobre «We are climbing Jacob's ladder» clicar AQUI

                                            
Para ver e ouvir a canção «We are climbing Jacob's ladder» interpretada por Paul Robeson clicar AQUI
                                                    

Paul Robeson - «Ol' Man River»

                                                                                         

Sobre Paul Robeson clicar AQUI, AQUI e AQUI

                                                                                   

Sobre «Ol' Man River» clicar AQUI

                                            
Para ver e ouvir a canção «Ol' Man River» interpretada por Paul Robeson clicar AQUI
                                

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