Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


Is there any need to say something about this?

10 COMMANDMENTS

1 – I am the Lord your God: you shall not have strange Gods before me.
2 – You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain
3 – Remember to keep holy the Lord’s Day
4 – Honour your father and your mother
5 – You shall not kill
6 – You shall not commit adultery
7 – You shall not steal
8 – You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor
9 – You shall not covert your neighbor’s wife
10 – You shall not covet your neighbor’s goods

Please, not take me as a fanatic. I just wanted to put commandments here because I think they’re beautiful, however, I guess we can reduce them to just one law: LOVE. If people could do this, world would be different. So, I love you, it doesn’t matter who you are, you are already a part of me, ‘cause in this world we were made to share the view. Do you love me?

ANNABEL LEE - By Edgar Alan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

This is a famous poem by Edgar Alan Poe. Maybe, many others can be posted this text before me, but I don’t care about it. It’s a so perfect masterpiece, that it deserves to be always reminded! This guy is one of my idols; his love for his wife was a high and noble feeling. He was a real poet, he had a life of a poet, and he even died as an artist. He had a tragic, but dramatic end. I really like art, maybe more than anything else in the world, that’s why a admire him. He knew how to make sunshine more beautiful, and bring magic to our lives. And this is what we need: more magic in everything. Life is in itself a miracle! The most unbelievable one, however, it is real.

Linkin Park - Leave Out All the Rest - A so beautiful song...

I dreamed I was missing.
You were so scared,
But no one would listen
'Cause no one else care.

After my dreaming,
I woke with this fear.
What am I leaving,
When I'm done here?

So if you're asking me,
I want you to know:

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done,
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed.
And, don't resent me,
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory,
Leave out all the rest

Leave out all the rest...

Don't be afraid
Of taking my beating.
I've shared what I'd made.

I'm strong on the surface,
Not all the way through.
I've never been perfect,
But neither have you.

So if you're asking me,
I want you to know:

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done,
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed.
Don't resent me,
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory,
Leave out all the rest

Leave out all the rest...

Forgetting,
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well.

Pretending,
Someone else can come
And save me from myself.
I can't be who you are.

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done,
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed.
Don't resent me,
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory,
Leave out all the rest

Leave out all the rest...

Forgetting,
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well.

Pretending,
Someone else can come and save me from myself.
I can't be who you are...
I can't be who you are.

Hang On Sloopy

"Hang On Sloopy" is a song by the pop group The McCoys which was #1 in America in October 1965 and is the official rock song of the state of Ohio and The Ohio State University. It was written by Wes Farrell and Bert Russell and is named for singer Dorothy Sloop (1913-1998), who used the name "Sloopy" on stage.[1]
The song was originally titled "My Girl Sloopy" and was first recorded by The Vibrations in 1964 on Atlantic Records (45-2222), becoming a top thirty hit. It was the title track of a live 1965 recording (released on Rhapsody in 1966) by the Ramsey Lewis Trio which earned a gold record. It has also been recorded by Arseno Rodriguez (Bang 1966), The Supremes (Motown 1966), The Kingsmen (WAND 1966), Little Caesar and the Consuls, The Yardbirds, Saving Jane, Jan & Dean (Liberty-LP "Folk'n'Roll" 1965) and Die Toten Hosen (2002). It has also been performed by Johnny Thunders and the Oddballs in a medley with "Louie Louie" and can be heard on the "Add Water and Stir" live Japan bootleg.
This is a reverance for a very important song in my life. Someday I’ll explain why I like it, or maybe not. (laughs)

ABSTRACT

The question of the subject constitution is inescapable not only for the linguistics, but also in general human sciences. This thesis, for the purpose of supplying elements for the rethought of the own roll of the science and of the intellectual in the new configuration of knowledge faced in the last century, wants to discuss, bringing back the discussion made by Bakthin in Toward a Philosophy of the Act, the ethics and the question of the truth, performing paths and various dialogues, under several perspectives and points of view. In the first chapters the question of the truth is discussed. In Chapter 1, the narrative of our path, of the first texts, questionings and contacts are initiated, which lead to the object of study delimitation in that – and only in that – way. In the second chapter, the paradigm changes which come from studies in the physics field are discussed, enlightened by contributions of intellectuals such as Edgar Morin, Boaventura de Sousa Santos and Ilya Prigogine, and its possible implications to the theory of knowledge. In the third chapter, the own existence of a single and indubitable reality is questioned, opening the way to objections to the language theories as representations of the reality and the truth as correspondence. In this context, as shown, a science of universals and a essential ontologisms subject lose place, thereafter being severely criticized, and the existence of the own reality as we know it loses place in the same way. In the fourth Chapter, we come closer to the text Toward a Philosophy of the Act (Bakhtin, 1993 [1919-1921]) and discuss, enlightened by the reflection of the previous chapters, the bakhtinians conceptions of Istina and Pravda and their implications and contributions for a deep ethic discussion and for a broader debate in the fields of the Philosophy of science and the Theory of Knowledge. From that perspective, in Chapter 5, the purpose of the discussion is referred again to Žižek and Lacan through the paths of real ethics and psychoanalysis. The main discussion is
about the studies which claim an unconditional autonomy of the subject, an acceptation that, as human beings, we are responsible, in a last analysis, for our acts and our being-inthe- world. In the final part of the project, the bakhtinian perspective, as disscussed in this text, is revised enlighted by the biology of the love (Maturana, 1998), since the first one presents the conditions and the demands for the dialogue exercise and the second one makes explicit the importance of being put under the regency of the principle of love if we want to dialogue effectively. Therefore a discussion is proposed so that it allows contributions to the construction of a society which can be called effectively democratic, as love implies decentralization, the opening to others, or, in the words of Edgar Morin, “it does not consist only of projecting our truth to others” or perceive it exclusively according to our eyes, but it consists of letting us being “contaminated” by its truth” (Morin,1998),.

Rodrigues, Elenita Gonçalves. Descendo a toca do coelho : Linguagem, ética e a questão da verdade / Elenita Gonçalves Rodrigues. -- Campinas, SP : [s.n.], 2008. Orientador : Kanavillil Rajagopalan. Tese (doutorado) - Universidade Estadual de Campinas, Instituto de Estudos da Linguagem.

A SUBURBAN JOURNEY

One night I was going through a dark and desert street. There was always a crowd around me but I was too blind to see or listen to them. I work in a kind of frequency, in which I just hear the angels. But hear is not the same as understand, they don’t talk the same language as me, nobody does.

In fact I wasn’t going anywhere because I had nowhere to go, but that was exactly my point: the lack of objectives was in itself a reason to keep going. That road had about eighty meters, not so long as I would like it to be, but it was enough to get me more scared than the most terrible devil. I went hesitant for the first fifteen meters, my feet were light and I felt like if I was walking on clouds, those short steps took my innocence away and made me a visionary. And like all the visionaries I became numb.

On the twentieth meter I could see the light! It’s so interesting to see that sometimes you must close your eyes to clearly see the truth. And I did it. With blinded eyes I used to see a beautiful world, hope, peace, and even a little stretch of God in people’s voice. I used to see myself in the future. At that moment the air went in my lungs and I saw the ones who were like me. I knew they would be dead in a few moments but happiness can’t be forever as well as seasons are not. My summer time ended at the meter 30.

A cold and terrifying winter made me figure out how illusions were sweet and dreams were nice when you don’t really have a place to belong to. Then I realized I was alone. My head started spinning and my feet weren’t so close to sky anymore. When your fragile wings broke the ground is the only destiny. And I kept walking through the dirty street for thirty meters more.

I couldn’t get in the water, I just could stare everybody from the shore. That was my whole path, my hard way through my own heart. Steps get heavier every meter, but what matters when there’s not even a safe place to stay? In the end of the street I saw no reasons to keep going on. I couldn’t even remember why or where I was going… Somewhere in the middle of the way I lost my direction like everybody always does. Ten meters ahead and I’ll be free. My legs couldn’t keep walking on fire, but it was a one-way street. There was no possibility of going back.

So, time stopped and all the darkness and the noisy silence of my built buildings couldn’t hurt me anymore. The stones watched me while I was desperately making my last effort to get to the final point. Then, motivated by a mysterious power that just God knows what really is, I looked at past. Curiosity is all the disgrace in human beings and as the most inconsequent crazy voyeur I saw the emptiness of the rainy city. No cars, no people, no stores or pubs, just the water falling rhythmically from sky. God was crying for his unlucky son. Now, everything needs to come back to the beginning, meter 81 waits me cause after one street, there’s always another one and I’ll always live in a labyrinth of well told lies.

As deeper you go as deeper you find you lost.

WHAT ARE DREAMS? GIFTS OR CURSES?

“If being crazy means living life as if it really matters, then I don’t care if we are completely insane.” (April’s though about trying to make dreams come true). We have just one life to live and sometimes just one chance to take risks and maybe (just maybe) be happy. If you let it go, you can never find yourself again in the middle of this complicated web of sorrows called life. Forget to live for a while and when you open your eyes again and take a look around you will find out that life was gone, and possibilities don’t even exist anymore. What if nothing is possible? What if you were fated to fail? Would you accept destiny or would you have the strength to fight?

‘Revolutionary road’ was recorded this year (2009) and it’s a movie that brings the sensation that everything is possible, existence is beautiful, and then, after one or two scenes, you are sure that life is a lie, a dream, a bitter and dreary dream. In Brazil the movie’s name was translated into a different meaning, appropriated we must say, but in disaccording: “It was just a dream”.

In this movie we see Leonardo Dicaprio and Kate Winslet working together again. They, who are one of the most famous couple in cinema since they actuated in Titanic, are just brilliant in this contemporary tragedy called ‘life’. The story which is based in a namesake book (a best seller by David Yates) starts with a couple’s plans and dreams. They are beautiful, young, and full of hope: “There’s nothing in the world you couldn’t do or be!” Says Winslet’s character named April to her husband Frank, represented by Dicaprio. They get married, have two children, and move to a neighborhood called Revolutionary Road, there they live in a beautiful house and raise their children while all their neighbors envy them. Frank starts working in the same company his father used to work and April has to give up her biggest dream that was to be an actress, to become a housewife. Time keeps going relentless and they are always the same, they slowly die as flowers in a lengthened winter. Years after a happy marriage they realize that they are nothing but simple and ordinary people who can’t stand an ordinary life. They fight everyday and kill themselves with rude words and guilt. April wants a different life in which she can really feel alive and Frank believes that he wasn’t born to be just a forgotten employee, that’s when they decide to make a dream of theirs come true: they decide go to live in Paris. Frank is about to quit his job, and April Was finally going to do something by herself, but in the last moment they find out she is pregnant again and then Frank is invited to a promotion in the company. Once more they can’t go on although they want it more than anything in the world, another dream ends in a dry and melancholic deadlock. April starts hating her baby and Frank and their relationship gets an unsustainable level: a true love turns into a weighty hate. How can people let their lives go like this?

As the director (Winslet’s husband) says: “The dynamic between April and Frank was so powerful and so realistic and it felt like you were a fly on the wall listening to an intimate relationship disintegrate”. Watching a movie like this one help us think a little about life, about how small and weak we are in this infinite universe. You feel like in a prison from where you can’t escape because this prison is your own life! That’s human beings. You can’t point a finger cause there’s no good and bad guys, there are just guys. If you are not happy about your life go on and change it before it changes you.

JUST PHOTOGRAPHS… THEY’RE SO FAR AWAY... I WISH EVERYONE COULD CARE… BUT THEY DON’T…

From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
Confusing stars for satellites
I never dreamed that you'd be mine
But here we are, we're here tonight

Singing, amen, I ... I'm alive

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died

Im singin'amen
And in the air the fire flies
Our only light in paradise
We'll show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along

Singing amen, I ... I'm alive

And as we lie beneath the star
We realize how small we are
If they could love like you and me
Imagine what the world could be…

If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late, Could you say goodbye yesterday? Would live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past? Would you call those friends you never see? Reminisce old memories? Would you forgive your enemies? If today was OUR last day… we should meet at least once again…

I really believe in dreams, you’re not the only one who knows that. Maybe I’m crazy but, if this is to be insane, I want to be crazy forever… I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down, but I’ve been here: You’re never gonna be alone if you don’t want to. They say that a hero could save us but I’m not gonna stand here and wait. How do you remind me? You may think I’m a mistake, but if is not me it’s gonna be somebody else. I was born to fight for all the wrong reasons and Iron bars can't hold my soul in. Maybe someday in somehow we’re going to make it all right but not right now. We can’t touch the stars, but it doesn’t mean they don’t exist… If you really want you can listen to God’s plan, just close your eyes for a while and breath hope. Come please, I’m calling, show me what is like to be the last one standing, and teach me wrong from right, and then I'll show you what I can be. Heaven's gates won't open up for me, with these broken wings I'm fallin'… just fallin’… but who said I have to fly to get the sky?
On my knees I'll ask you a last chance for one last dance 'Cause with you, I'd withstand even all the hell just to hold your hand…
“Are you coming? It can be our last day…”

In a hundred years if I can relive these days, I would change nothing.