Poetical Awareness

POETICAL

AWARENESSliterature classes by vera ceccon - 20111La philosophie traditionelle soccupe communement de lhomme qui pense, comme si lhomme trouvait toute sa substance, tout son tre, dans la pense.

A filosofia tradicional se ocupa normalmente do homem que pensa, como se o homem encontrasse toda a sua substncia, todo o seu ser, no pensamento. nas prprias palavras (e voz) de BachelardBachelard e o sonhosiga a gravao automaticamente ou manualmenteliterature classes by vera ceccon - 20118/36

8Introduo(em portugus): por que a poesia sempre fascinou as pessoas?literature classes by vera ceccon - 20113/363Bachelard e o sonhoNuma palestra proferida em 1954, em comemorao a seus 70 anos de idade, o grande filsofo Gaston Bachelard (18841962) tentava responder esta questo perene, aproximando filosofia e poesia.

literature classes by vera ceccon - 20114/364Bachelard e o sonhoAdvertia, no entanto, que a filosofia, com freqncia se esquece que, antes do pensamento, existe o sonho; que os homens no s pensam, mas, antes disso, imaginam. Antes de idias claras e estveis, existem as imagens que brilham e que passam.

literature classes by vera ceccon - 20115/365Ele nos lembra que preciso dar devida importncia imaginao, a faculdade mais dinmica do psiquismo humano. ela que nos fornece uma funo diferente da funo da realidade, que a funo da possibilidade, de onde provm a conscincia do poeta. Para Bachelard, o poeta algum que dorme acordado, isto , algum que nos faz confidncias sobre seus sonhos.Bachelard e o sonholiterature classes by vera ceccon - 20116/366Em seu sono desperto, o poeta sonha, e nesse seu contato com o sonho e a imaginao, ele nos traz a conscincia de sonhar, que muito mais difcil do que a conscincia de pensar, pois sonhar diferente da lembrana de ter sonhado.

literature classes by vera ceccon - 2011Bachelard e o sonho7/3672. PHILOSOPHY AND POETRY, MAGICAL THOUGHT AND CONTEMPLATION

literature classes by vera ceccon - 201118/36183. SOLITUDE AND ISOLATION

literature classes by vera ceccon - 201124/36244. DEATH AND FINITUDE

literature classes by vera ceccon - 201126/36265. BECOMING AND PLAYING: THE EXERCISE OF IMAGINATION

literature classes by vera ceccon - 201129/36296. WITHDRAWAL

literature classes by vera ceccon - 201133/3633BIBLIOGRAPHYBACHELARD, Gaston. La Pense et le songe. Anthologie Sonore de la Pense Franaise. Paris: Prmaux et Associs, 2003LEWIS, Richard [Org.]. Miracles. New York: Bantam, 1977.

literature classes by vera ceccon - 201136/3636UNTITLEDWhen spring comesI feel like aDaisy just opening up into a new life.I feel like running twenty milesAnd taking off my heavy coatAnd putting on a pair of sneakers. [sapato tnis]I feel like I started a new lifeAnd everything is betterThan it was before.I get fasterIn running and I can go swimming outdoors.It feels like the smell of new flowersAnd the animalsComing up from their holes,The birds coming back from their vacations.I love spring.

Michael Patrick, age 10, USAliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201116/3616OH JOYOUS HOUSEWhen I walk home from school,I see many housesMany houses down many streets.They are warm, comfortable housesBut other peoples housesI pass without much notice.Then as I walk farther, fartherI see a house, the houseIt springs up with a jerk[solavanco]That speeds my pace; I lurch forward.[cambalear]Longing makes me happy, I bubble inside.Its my house.Richard Janzen, Age 12, Canadaliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201117/3617 WIND The wind is like the yeast in bread. [fermento]It makes the clouds fluffy white not red. [fofas]It bakes them in the oven of the sky. [forno]Then sets them loose. I wonder why?

Robert Tanaka, age 11, USAliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201119/3619 MY OLD GRANDFATHER My old grandfather is dead and buried.An orange tree was planted over his grave. [tmulo]The tree fed on him and grew taller.The oranges grew ripe and ready to drop.The wind came and blew them off.I came, picked them up and ate.O what a dreadful thing!I ate my poor grandfathers body.

Joseph Alumasa, age 14, Kenyaliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201120/3620 THE SEA On the way I saw the sea,The sea I saw on the way.I saw a ship on the sea,On the sea I saw a ship.There were seagulls and birdson the seaSeagulls and birds wereon the sea

I saw some pretty shellsa-lying on the bottom ofthe seaI would have liked to pickthem up if I werent inthe train.Suzanne G., age 8, New Zealandliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201121/3621 ARE WE THEIR EQUALS? Time.Is it everlasting?[eterno]Or can it be destroyed.Perhaps.Wind.Are we its equal?Have we yet conquered?Can we conquer?I think not.Ocean.Is not stronger?Has it not smashed us? I dont know.Time,Wind,Ocean,Are we their equals?Helen Geltman, age 12, USAliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201122/3622 MY BRAIN I have a little brainTucked safely in my head [preso]And another little brainWhich is in the air insteadThis follows me, and plays with meAnd talks to me in bedThe other one confuses me,The one thats in my head.

Annabel Laurance, age 10, Ugandaliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201123/3623 NIGHT TIMEThe color is dark blue.In the sky the moon is up.And the stars.I hearWind in the chimney pots [cano de chamin]And pit-a-pat on the stairs,And babies crying.It is quiet I feel lonely and sad.Paul Wisdom, age 7, Englandliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201125/3625 OLD MAN Old man, once sturdy as a mountain[robusto]Now fragile as a twig.[graveto]It is many years and many storms till a mountain is wornBut a twig can suddenly go snap.[quebrar]

Old man, whose white beard is tangled like a net [emaranhar]Meshed and tangled [enredado] Tangled like old yarn[fio de l]But yarn can be snagged [rasgado]

Old man, whose face gnarled like an old tree [torcido]Gnarled and cracked his face isLike a rotted tree stump[podre][toco]But a rotted stump can crumble to dust.[esfarelar-se]

Old man, how many stumps can you withstand? [aguentar]How much more snapping?How long will this go on?Before you too crumble into dust?

Jessica Siegal, age 13, USAliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201127/3627 LONG SLEEP When I die I think,Ill think at first of brightness.Red lines, blue lines, yellow lines,Bright circlesSpots all dashing, speeding [manchas][arremessar-se]Splitting across my mind.[rachar]Pushing, pushing me back over a ledge of doom.Down, falling, falling,Into a pit of cold black endless darkness.Everything goes in circles,Its hot but its coldAnd then I stop,I stop on a rock,A rock as cold as ice.But I feel that everything keeps going,Going forever,I feel at home.I sleep foreverBut everything keeps going and going and going.

David Short, age 11, USA literature classes by vera ceccon - 201128/3628 THE CASTLE YONDER Here!Where do you go?

To the castleWith the fairies,To the castle yonder [l longe, acol]Built by my uncle, the King

Which?Which castle?

That one,Over there.That one yonderbuilt by my uncle, the King.

Why?Why do you go there?

Because it is bad.I go with witchesto the castle yonderbuilt by my uncle, the King

When?When was it built?

Long, long agoIn the days of oldThe castle yonderWas built by my uncle, the King

How?How was it built?

With a wave of the wand it was built. [vara de condo]But I must go nowTo the castle yonderBuilt by my uncle the King.John Dudley, age 12, Ireland literature classes by vera ceccon - 201130/3630 TWO MILLION TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND FISHESOne cold, winter morningI got out of bedAnd went downstairsAnd went outsideAnd went fishing.

I put in my lineAnd started to pullAnd I pulled and pulledAnd, after a while,I pulled out:Two million two hundred housand fishes!

Then I rememberedTo get them all homeI needed to haveTwo million two hundred housand wagons! [carros]

When I got homeI went to my motherAnd my mother said,What shall we do withTwo million two hundred thousand fishes!

My mother sat downAnd she thought and she thoughtAnd, after a while, she got up.She opened the windowAnd threw out:Two million two hundred thousand fishes!

Danny Marcus, age 8, USAliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201131/3631 BEING NOBODY Have you ever felt like nobody?Just a tiny speck of air.When everyones around you,And youre just not there.

Karen Crawford, age 9, USA literature classes by vera ceccon - 201132/3632 A WISHI want to climb the santol treeThat grows beside my bedroom windowAnd get the santol fruit.I want to climb the tree at nightAnd get the moon the branches hide.Then I shall go to bed, my pockets full,One with the fruit, the other with the moon.

Tomas Santos, age 7, Philipinesliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201134/3634 WHATS NIGHT TO ME Night is a beautiful thing,One big black ballAs the clouds push it around.Sometimes I think I am being rolled over by it.Sometimes I think its smiling at me.The moon is the noseThe stars are the mouth.And it is drinking the Milky Way [Via Lctea]Sometimes I dream it will swallow me.Night is the time for dreams.Not day dreams but night dreams

Sam Gilford, age 8, USAliterature classes by vera ceccon - 201135/3635