Sunday, 31 May 2009

Popcorn: Pipoca

The Araketu is a collective formed in the 90's. Among other issues related to group therapy, they were particularly engaged on Personality Crisis and how it affects the social relations of the individual as subject for their poetry. In this piece they use exploding popcorn to exemplify the panic and distortion of values related to this problem and how often it particularly occurs in chain reactions.


the fire is fire
it heatens
it heatens our love
the fire is fire
heat up that the ara arrived!

the araketu
the araketu
when it touches
leaves everybody jumping like popcorn

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

United of the Dick on Four: Unidos do Caralho a Quatro

Hermes and Renato are famous for their didactic aproach to contemporary philosophy. Fervorous Kantianists, in early 00's they published this poetic study on the contributions of the carnival phenomenon according to the Categorical Imperative.

Cry Cavaco!

Since the most primordial times
The dick is there (is there, is there)
breaking into the vaginas
Terrifying the girls (of what, Fuínha?)
of family (beautiful!)

Since the most primordial times
The dick is there (is there, is there)
Plump and veiny
Bushy and big headed
on Sapucaí

Hello my Dicky people!

Dick, cock and pissy
Cork, weiner and big head (Beautiful! Beautiful!)
Shlong, Rod or sausage
Lollypop, banana or frank
Women likes money
Those who like turkey are gay

Lower the pants and show the cock
United of the Dick on Four
Shuddering the Carnival
My shlong is work apparatus
Who liked, liked
Who didn't liked go for the dick

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

Mayonnaise: Maionese

Few authors have courage to embrace surrealism nowadays and go back to it's origin as Gil Melândia. Believing that there is still unexplored beauty in this form of art she worked hard in the past decade. One of her most brilliant works of surrealistic axé is this piece, on which, according to specialists, she describes what seems to be the rememberings of a wormwood absinth hangover.

Beat that beat, here comes the chocolate

Mayonnaise
He beats me
Beats me up like Mayonnaise
and what a had drank
raised up directly and went to the head

Mayonnaise
He beats me
Beats me up like Mayonnaise
I don't even know my name anymore
And where i live doesn't matter anymore

Sunday, 24 May 2009

Turn Turn:Vira Vira

The translation of this poem, by the Mamonas Assassinas, was sent by Mobus, who like most of brazilian young adults, grew up listening to them, learning everything they need about sex. This piece explains the dangers of orgies (surubas).

Lightning!

I was invited to an orgy
couldn't go, Mary went in my place
After a week she came back home
all loose, couldn't even sit

When I saw that I got scared
Mary, crying, began explaining
Just then I felt so relieved
And thanked God she went in my place!

(Chorus)
Spin spin turn, release the wheel and come
My ass was felt, but I haven't eaten anyone
Spin spin turn, release the wheel and come
At this lightning of orgy, already my ass was felt
And I still haven't eaten anyone

Ah, Manoel, see here how I am
Thou can'st imagine how I am suffering
One of my boobs a big black ripped apart
And the one that is left is aching

Oh, Mary, let go of this freshness
I'll take you to hospital by the morning
Thou art so pretty monoboob
One in the hand is worth more than two in the bra!

(Chorus)

Slam the foot, (burp), slam the foot

Oh, Mary, this orgy excites me
Raise your ass, raise your ass, raise your ass
Then go make love to a goat
Raise your ass, raise your ass, raise your ass
But, Mary, this is good for it exercises!
Slam the foot, , raise your ass, raise your ass
Manoel, thou hast poop in your head
Drop this slutness and go take care of the bakery!

Alliance of lightnings!
Everybody with me:
Wew, wew, wew, Mary gave herself badly!
Let's go!

Oh, how that hurts!

Sunday, 10 May 2009

Mineral Water: Água Mineral

Carlinhos Brown is a religious poet from Salvador, Bahia. Among his beliefs, the faith in the power of water, which he describes as the "precious bodily fluids", was of great importance to him. Worried that his increasing post-coital fatigue was caused by unpure fluoridade water he decided to spread these words of hope:


Drank water?
NO!

Are you thirsty?
YES!

Look, look, look, look the mineral water
Mineral water
Mineral water
Mineral water
From Candeal
You will be fine

Friday, 8 May 2009

Spread this Legs! - Abre essas pernas!

This is one of the greatest pieces of work from a rock/blues band called Velhas Virgens (Virgin Old Women), composed from Paulo de Carvalho, Gynecologist and Poet, Paulo told us through this song about the importance of women health, and how it can always change everything.

“The women and the Chicken
Are two selfish animals
The Chicken for Corn
And the Women for Money”

Spread this legs to me baby
I'm tired to wait
You fuck with everybody
Only with me you don't wanna fuck

This speech of skin and feelings
Don't have sense
Not a movie or a novel
Only sex, you and me

I just made you naked in hair
At that time you give up
So spread yours legs to me, baby
To learn how do it.

You can say what do you want
Even yet I won't fuck with you
I Just fuck with who i want
In a time that I choose

Animal that fuck
Without fell or even like
I'm not an animal or a plant
Even doll for you use me

You came with this enormous dick
Thinking you wanna fuck me
I won't spread my legs to you, baby
Don't loose your time wanting for

4x - Spread this legs...
Nooo

Everybody has spread
Only you can deny
Spread your legs to me, baby
Spread and let me in.

Spread this legs to me, baby
What is that about emotion?
I'm talking about up and down
Are you Lesbian?

I never saw a woman
That don't like a good fuck
Till today anybody said “NO”
And the first won't be you.

I'm offering you
Twenty centimeters for pleasure
So spread this legs to me baby
I'll be good you'll see.

Take off your head
Don't think in desire me
You fuck everybody
But with my wont gonna go

Even with your money, or your car.
Nothing can persuade me
I'm not stupid or have a price
Even paying me you won't take me.

You can go to the restroom
And masturbate yourself
I won't spread my legs to you, baby
I say No and I'm a woman.

4x - Spread this legs...
Nooo

Everybody has spread
Only you can deny
Spread this legs to me, baby
No
Spread and let me in.

You say my money can't buy you.
You say you only do it with feelings
(only with love, my dear)
I'll prove everybody has a price
I'll prove starting the auction
70 – no!! 90 – no!! 150 – noooo!
300 – no!! 500 – no!! 790 – nooo!
800 – no!! 900 – no!! A million......

Now I fuck,
I can't deny,
Now I fuck
I can't behave my self!

Don't I'm a bitch!
Just start like you
I'll spread my legs
For love, for pleasure

Bitch, you? Even thinking!
Bitch, you? What about?
Are love at first time what I saw!
Was feelings, skin smells come here!

Sweetness, you know
I love you so much

I know since the beginning
Just left combine how much.

Fair of the Fruit: Feira da Fruta

Our colleague Vitor Moura sent us this poem, by Banda Capote, which tells about a visit to one of the many fruit fairs that one can found around Brazil

I entered the fair of the fruit
To see what the fair of fruit had
It had banana, strawberry and orange
It just lacked the jack fruit of my honey

Fair of fruit is the most expensive fair
Where it only gives villains
There are the family-size fair
There are even the fair of the melon

Fair of fruit, ei Fair of fruit, ah x2

Sunday, 3 May 2009

Hold the Tchan: Segura o Tchan

Altough the general scenario of the 90's brazilian poetry was based on a new found inspiration on lust, drugs and alcohol as an implicit protest to the treatment received by those in control, some artists like Cumpadre Washington, Beto Jamaica and their muses: Jacaré, Carla Perez and Debora Brasil, which formed the collective known as "É o tchan", steped aside and focused on higher interests of the spirit, like the beauty of the miracle of birth, for example, in that next piece.

Twisted born dick
never gets straight
Girl that rebrakes,
mother holds in the head

Sunday she won't go
go go
Sunday she won't go
go go go go go go

Hold the Tchan
Tie the Tchan
Hold the Tchan
Tchan Tchan Tchan Tchan

All that is perfect
We grab by the arm
Throw her in the middle
Put in the above put in the bottom

After nine months you see the result
After nine months you see the result

Hold the Tchan
Tie the Tchan
Hold the Tchan
Tchan Tchan Tchan Tchan

Saturday, 2 May 2009

Little Mare Pocotó : Éguinha Pocotó

Lots of people in Brazil still don't have access to cars or even public transportation services. Some of these people recourse to horses as a transportation mean, and such a close relation to these animals inspire many poems. This one, written by M. C. Serginho, shows the importance that these animals are given by these people.

I'm sending a little kiss
To my daughter and to grandma
But I shouldn't forget
About my little mare Pocotó

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My little mare Pocotó

The Ass and the little horse
They never ride alone
When they go strolling
They take the little mare Pocotó

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My little mare Pocotó