Poetry for the poor, poetry
necessary as daily bread day ...
Because we live to shock, because hardly
let us say that we are who we are,
our songs are not without sin an ornament.
We are touching the bottom.
curse poetry conceived as a luxury cultural
neutrals that washing their hands, they turn away and escape. Damn
poetry who does not take sides until staining. (...)
are words we all feel
repeat as our own, and fly. They are more than what is meant.
are most needed: what has no name.
are cries in heaven and on earth are deeds.
(Gabriel Celaya, fragment)
I revel in reading the two articles which I recommend reading. Rap rescued from ignorance to many of us held for lack of information and give it its true dimension of "literary gems hidden in the infinite flow of words. "
The author takes us into accurate and poetically in the world of youth protest - "the world of anger and rhymes" - it can be sometimes, as in the case of Tunisia, not just Claim spokesman engine of change but also an entire society.
Here are :
http://palabrastendidasalviento.blogspot.com/2011/01/rap-1-un-universo-de -anger-and-rimas.html
http://palabrastendidasalviento.blogspot.com/2011/01/rap-ii-el-tam-tam-global.html
And an excellent didactic exploitation rapping in class ELE:
http://palabrastendidasalviento.blogspot.com/2009/01/los-meses-del-ao.html
Congratulations to all who finish the year
A year ...
A year in, you're living, I
change of philosophy if you go on sleeping,
spend how many new approaches?
when the Middle Ages is over?
If only you own your dream figure in mass numbers,
a sheet of notebook more calendar dates tear you without turning back,
shooting stroke, a piece of thread from the hat,
I can begin to tell " the first principle?
January, is the middle of winter, never cold bags around the body, feet Hela are the Magi, candy balconies, coal! and after rebates when you to arruinao, February, is the Lao the one I want, a cenita, movies, gifts, Angel Serafin has fewer days than the rest 29 in leap is true ... El Corte Inglés invented the Valentine's Day. change the field in March, spring, the foreigner seeking our sun, someone stealing your wallet and what to bring, allergy despair, we expect the mucus, the Kleenex, and watery eyes behind the Ray-Ban. April, the fair pa excuses be blind, Easter, the clergy, look pass is not that these parties pa thank me as interesting, is that I'm sad: on 23 Shakespeare and Cervantes died on the same day. May, the heroic mothers, the revolution in the streets of Argentina, Spain took their wad shameless ... not think I convinced by the day labor strike. June, holidays, summer, travel, separation, misfortunes, vagaries of weather, all legs can come out unless the faithful, drops Sweat slid us away. July, with the sun fashions soar, as those glasses that cover your face to , to take now and hide faults you go out a DIIT unpainted and are a callus. August so comfortable, tell you again Curran and give you a scare was when it became Bustok, 400,000 people this morning, singing the songs of Bob Dylan and Carlos Santana. September, the hope of suspense in June, close your fists and you catch something always when sow bear with uncle come suckers this month we changed the autumn season.
October, expected return sweatshirts, the rock is tacky endless celebrating Halloween and not hear that here ... it's like a Monday, pubs are decorated and are lined, the tourists eat. November, the month of Scorpio, the year ends, best tips together that Christmas is a squeeze and your Desperation , if you are over 25 years you will follaos. December, the last month, I came to this world, 1 and 3, and all of this sign are crazy since childhood, because of the screaming and fucking carols, is over. llegaos If you win the game end, but momentarily it starts again, and does not end until lose energy, your colors, joys, disappointments, love, heartache, a year ...
"When you stop indignant, will have started my old age" André Gide
And you, on what would a rap track? What "wake up" your anger?
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