The Sword Sung on the Barren Heath
Traduzione italiana
LA SPADA CANTAVA SULLA TERRA STERILE
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2017/12/3 - 20:29
Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues (John Birch Society)
La John Birch Society era antimperialista, non interventista in politica estera.
2017/12/3 - 11:03
Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle
"GOD DIES", by Frances Farmer at the age of 18, May 2, 1931
No one ever came to me and said, "You're a fool. There isn't such a thing as God. Somebody's been stuffing you." It wasn't a murder. I think God just died of old age. And when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right.
Maybe it was because I was never properly impressed with a religion. I went to Sunday school and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them. The Sunday School teacher talked too much in the way our grade school teacher used to when she told us about George Washington. Pleasant, pretty stories, but not true.
Religion was too vague. God was different. He was something real, something I could feel. But there were only certain times when I could feel it. I used to lie between... (Continues)
No one ever came to me and said, "You're a fool. There isn't such a thing as God. Somebody's been stuffing you." It wasn't a murder. I think God just died of old age. And when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right.
Maybe it was because I was never properly impressed with a religion. I went to Sunday school and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them. The Sunday School teacher talked too much in the way our grade school teacher used to when she told us about George Washington. Pleasant, pretty stories, but not true.
Religion was too vague. God was different. He was something real, something I could feel. But there were only certain times when I could feel it. I used to lie between... (Continues)
B.B. 2017/12/2 - 22:14
L'uomo nero
Chanson italienne – L'uomo nero – Brunori Sas – 2016
Paroles et musique : Dario Brunori
Dialogue maïeutique
« L’uomo nero – l’homme noir » : quel titre, encore une fois !, dit Lucien l’âne. Je n’aurais jamais pensé que quelqu’un écrirait une chanson avec un titre aussi raciste.
Ho !, Lucien l’âne mon ami, détrompe-toi, ce n’est pas du tout une chanson raciste ; bien au contraire, comme tu vas le comprendre à l’instant. L’homme noir dont il est question n’est qualifié de noir que par l’uniforme qu’il porte, même symboliquement, même par métaphore ; autrement dit, même quand il est en caleçon ou qu’il se promène en civil. Par exemple, personne ne penserait un instant à moi comme à un homme susceptible de porter un uniforme noir. Cet usage métaphorique indique nettement qu’il s’agit d’un personnage fasciste, para-fasciste ou néo-fasciste ; bref, un homme aux conceptions d’extrême-droite... (Continues)
Paroles et musique : Dario Brunori
Dialogue maïeutique
« L’uomo nero – l’homme noir » : quel titre, encore une fois !, dit Lucien l’âne. Je n’aurais jamais pensé que quelqu’un écrirait une chanson avec un titre aussi raciste.
Ho !, Lucien l’âne mon ami, détrompe-toi, ce n’est pas du tout une chanson raciste ; bien au contraire, comme tu vas le comprendre à l’instant. L’homme noir dont il est question n’est qualifié de noir que par l’uniforme qu’il porte, même symboliquement, même par métaphore ; autrement dit, même quand il est en caleçon ou qu’il se promène en civil. Par exemple, personne ne penserait un instant à moi comme à un homme susceptible de porter un uniforme noir. Cet usage métaphorique indique nettement qu’il s’agit d’un personnage fasciste, para-fasciste ou néo-fasciste ; bref, un homme aux conceptions d’extrême-droite... (Continues)
L’HOMME EN NOIR
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Contributed by Marco Valdo M.I. 2017/12/2 - 19:40
Waltzing Matilda
Anzi, una traduzione del testo originale è altamente (o altamante?) desiderabile, e bene facesti! Però sgràt sgràt, faccio presente che Altamante Logli è oramai, purtroppo, nel mondo de' più...e non ho certamente né la presunzione, e né il coraggio, di paragonarmi a lui...sebben mi ricordi di un mio predecessore, tale Anonimo Toscano del XIV Secolo, che faceva a gare d'ottava rima con messer Giovanni Boccaccio...(e le perdeva).
L'Anonimo Toscano del XXI secolo 2017/12/2 - 10:33
PS. Comunque lo swagman potrebbe essere stato davvero di Gavorrano (GR): sembra, nato e spiccicato, il brigante Tiburzi.
L'Anonimo Toscano del XXI secolo 2017/12/2 - 10:39
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