<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227</id><updated>2009-10-17T05:53:42.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Último Poema</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-220555794032302065</id><published>2008-11-02T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:14:34.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modernismo'/><title type='text'>A Arte de Inovar a Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EM PORTUGAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5rMYnMXLI/AAAAAAAAACU/ofhmAHVkhj0/s1600-h/modernismo+port.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264262874952129714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5rMYnMXLI/AAAAAAAAACU/ofhmAHVkhj0/s320/modernismo+port.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teve início com a revista Orpheu (1915).&lt;br /&gt;Seu principais representantes na literatura foram: Fernando Pessoa, Mario de Sá-Carneiro, Almada Negreiros, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Em Portugal, o Modernismo seguia as tendências das vanguardas européias, como por exemplo: Cubismo, Futurismo, Expressionismo, Dadaísmo, Surrealismo, entre outras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO BRASIL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5rY3_2zuI/AAAAAAAAACc/t47xpurSDs8/s1600-h/modernismo+bras.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264263089535504098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5rY3_2zuI/AAAAAAAAACc/t47xpurSDs8/s320/modernismo+bras.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No Brasil, o Modernismo representou uma grande mudança. Ela seguia tendências vanguardistas, mas sua principal característica foi a libertação da literatura clássica, libertação da literatura européia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1° TEMPO (1922 – 1930): Transformação ESTILÍSTICA.&lt;br /&gt;Os principais escritores eram: MÁRIO DE ANDRADE, MANUEL BANDEIRA e OSWALD DE ANDRADE.&lt;br /&gt;Se preocupavam com a liberdade e utilizavam o nacionalismo em sua linguagem.&lt;br /&gt;Criou-se uma nova linguagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2° TEMPO (1930 - 1945): Questão SOCIAL e os grandes ECOS&lt;br /&gt;Os principais escritores foram: Carlos Drummond de Andrade, Cecília Meireles, Vinícius de Moraes, Rachel de Queirós, Jorge Amado, Graciliano Ramos, Érico Veríssimo, entre muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Esse período tratava muito da crise do mundo dentro do coração e da alma, o que ficou conhecido como “sentimento do mundo”. Falava da alienação, miséria agrária, estupidez política, etc. Esse período foi muito importante por tratar dessas questões sócias.&lt;br /&gt;Na prosa, havia o romance psicológico, o falar de forma íntima.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a questão estética e lingüística, os escritores se preocupavam com a linguagem e com a gramática. Existiram os “ecos”, ou seja, os escritores repetiam os alguns estilos, eram ecos do simbolismo, ecos do parnasianismo...&lt;br /&gt;A prosa rompe com a semana de arte moderna, no sentido lingüístico, os prosadores da 2ª faze, utilizaram do Neo-Realismo Regionalista, ou seja, utilizavam a forma culta, mas com o modo de falar de cada região.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3° TEMPO (1945 - &gt;): Conflitos SOCIAIS e POLÍTICO.&lt;br /&gt;Os principais escritores eram: Guimarães Rosa, Clarice Lispector e João Cabral de Melo Neto.&lt;br /&gt;Na poesia, era dada importância à palavra e ao ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;Na prosa, os temas eram a angústia diária, existencial, permanência e certas utopias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-220555794032302065?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/220555794032302065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=220555794032302065' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/220555794032302065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/220555794032302065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/11/arte-de-inovar-arte.html' title='A Arte de Inovar a Arte'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5rMYnMXLI/AAAAAAAAACU/ofhmAHVkhj0/s72-c/modernismo+port.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-5599527734168158199</id><published>2008-11-02T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:32:49.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autores'/><title type='text'>3 Grandes Gênios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Uma rápida explicação sobre a forma com que os 3 autores, escreviam os livros que falamos neste blog.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;MÁRIO DE ANDRADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5ht74Su5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cx8YRI2fzww/s1600-h/marioand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252456238496658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5ht74Su5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cx8YRI2fzww/s320/marioand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Grande líder da Semana de Arte Moderna de 22, possuía um profundo caráter, grande político, era apaixonado pela cultura e defendia a educação e a cultura.&lt;br /&gt;Por possuir grande sensibilidade foi criticado por Oswald Andrade que prejudicou sua carreira falando que ele era gay.&lt;br /&gt;Escreveu diversos livros, poemas, poesias, contos, romances, entre eles, Macunaíma que marcou a história brasileira, por ridicularizar a linguagem formal que não pertencia ao Brasil e sim a Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Mário não utiliza vírgulas e escreve coloquialmente, bem "abrasileirado".&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ainda encontrar na obra, passagens como o dadaísmo, futurismo, surrealismo e expressionismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;MANUEL BANDEIRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5h36FN5UI/AAAAAAAAACE/suBtUtZUHd4/s1600-h/bandeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252627554526530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5h36FN5UI/AAAAAAAAACE/suBtUtZUHd4/s320/bandeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um dos iniciadores da Semana de Arte Moderna.&lt;br /&gt;Suas poesias se dividem em três fases:&lt;br /&gt;Primeira fase: Pré-Moderno, ecos parnasianos(traços), decadentismo, pós-simbolismo, musicalidade, abstração, primeira relação com verso livres. Cinza das horas livro de estréia.&lt;br /&gt;Segunda faseoesia Moderna, versos livres, coloquialismo, poema piada, poema pílula, poema em prosa. Mário de Andrade inicia no modernismo com Libertinagem.&lt;br /&gt;Terceira faseoesia Pós-Modernista, tradição e vanguarda, exotismo(exótico), diz o máximo com o mínimo, provérbios chineses. Características que podem ser encontradas no livro da Lira dos cinqüent’anos.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Bandeira define sua poesia como "gosto humilde da tristeza".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;OSWALD DE ANDRADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5iDtmisrI/AAAAAAAAACM/8puM7ZpIcNA/s1600-h/oswaldan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252830363071154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5iDtmisrI/AAAAAAAAACM/8puM7ZpIcNA/s320/oswaldan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ao lado de Mário de Andrade e Manuel Bandeira foi um dos principais causadores da Semana de Arte Moderna.&lt;br /&gt;Iniciou o Manifesto Pau-Brasil, onde as poesias eram simples, porém curtas e grossas.&lt;br /&gt;“Ver com olhos livres”. E também a Antropofagia, onde pretendia criar a verdadeira cultura brasileira. ”&lt;em&gt;Tupy, or not tupy, that is the question&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Oswald Andrade casou-se seis vezes, uma delas com a pintora Tarsila do Amaral.&lt;br /&gt;Dono de uma critica demolidora, suas obras são marcadas pelo coloquialismo, pelo nacionalismo, pela sátira e pelo deboche.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-5599527734168158199?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/5599527734168158199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=5599527734168158199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/5599527734168158199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/5599527734168158199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-grandes-gnios.html' title='3 Grandes Gênios'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5ht74Su5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cx8YRI2fzww/s72-c/marioand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-6647109721750431490</id><published>2008-11-02T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:59:47.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Semana de Arte Moderna'/><title type='text'>Um Pouco de História...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5YZWclVZI/AAAAAAAAABk/M78c4L0Ax-s/s1600-h/modernismo7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264242206988129682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5YZWclVZI/AAAAAAAAABk/M78c4L0Ax-s/s320/modernismo7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De 11 a 18 de fevereiro de 1922, foi realizada no Teatro Municipal de São Paulo, a SEMANA DE ARTE MODERNA, onde um grupo de artistas mostrou a toda sociedade, o novo rumo da arte. Apresentaram a toda sociedade o MODERNISMO brasileiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5aWfUBd5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cHrt1jpoFWc/s1600-h/fgg.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264244356851791762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5aWfUBd5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cHrt1jpoFWc/s320/fgg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas para saber o que essa exposição representa, precisamos saber do que acontecia um pouco antes de 1922. Em 1911, OSWALD DE ANDRADE e Emílio de Menezes fundaram um jornal em que Alexandre Marcolino Machado, com seu português macarrônico, tratava com irreverência os intelectuais e políticos canastrões. Dois anos mais tarde, Lasar Segall, passou despercebido com sua arte moderna.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1917, MÁRIO DE ANDRADE publica uma poesia que critica a I Guerra Mundial e MANUEL BANDEIRA estréia com A Cinza das Horas. Neste mesmo ano, Anita Malfatti iniciou exposições com aquarelas, caricaturas, desenh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5Z2tkVPvI/AAAAAAAAABs/C-KUaker-Iw/s1600-h/monuemtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243810922479346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5Z2tkVPvI/AAAAAAAAABs/C-KUaker-Iw/s320/monuemtn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;os e gravuras, exposições que se estenderam até 1918, o Modernismo havia sido lançado de vez no país. Monteiro Lobato escreve muitas críticas a arte de Anita Malfatti, como “Paranóia ou Mistificação”. Di Cavalcante, Mário de Andrade, Oswald de Andrade e Menotti del Picchia saem em defesa de Anita.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1920, Oswald de Andrade descobre o escultor Victor Brecheret, autor do “Monumento às Bandeiras”, os jovens intelectuais passaram a se interessar pelo Modernismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, chegamos a 1922, onde ocorre a Semana de Arte Moderna, e representa o início do Modernismo no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-6647109721750431490?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/6647109721750431490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=6647109721750431490' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/6647109721750431490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/6647109721750431490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-pouco-de-histria.html' title='Um Pouco de História...'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5YZWclVZI/AAAAAAAAABk/M78c4L0Ax-s/s72-c/modernismo7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-1619063447310667301</id><published>2008-11-02T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:43:30.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macunaíma'/><title type='text'>Macunaíma e o Muiraquitã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5WdUV0cTI/AAAAAAAAABU/hIo1OzEh8Ko/s1600-h/muiraquita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240076119109938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5WdUV0cTI/AAAAAAAAABU/hIo1OzEh8Ko/s320/muiraquita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Livro Macunaíma, de Mário de Andrade, retrata a vida de um índio que nasceu na Amazônia, mas que era totalmente diferente das outras crianças. Macunaíma era preguiçoso que só vendo, era o herói sem nenhum caráter.&lt;br /&gt;Durante sua vida teve apenas um amor Ci, Mãe do Mato, que lhe deu um talismã, o muiraquitã, mas Macunaíma acabe perdendo-o em suas aventuras e descobre que o Piaimã, o gigante comedor de gente, levou seu talismã para São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;Macunaíma vai para São Paulo atrás de seu muiraquitã e depois de muito lutar, acaba conseguindo-o de volta. E volta para sua tribo,mas no meio de suas aventuras acaba perdendo o muiraquitã novamente.O herói reconhece que ele procura a si mesmo quando procura sua pedra e desanimado com tudo, transforma-se na Ursa Maior, que ele considera não ser útil aos homens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240551577309090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5W4_j4z6I/AAAAAAAAABc/34OwwX_ZnwM/s320/499059_muiraquita_mulher_304_577%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Muiraquitã é considerado um amuleto da sorte, que representa a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quem o possui atrai sorte para curar doenças.&lt;br /&gt;Atualmente o talismã pode ser encontrado em alguns museus e sua lenda ainda percorre a Amazônia, onde tudo começou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-1619063447310667301?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/1619063447310667301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=1619063447310667301' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/1619063447310667301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/1619063447310667301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-livro-macunama-de-mrio-de-andrade.html' title='Macunaíma e o Muiraquitã'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ5WdUV0cTI/AAAAAAAAABU/hIo1OzEh8Ko/s72-c/muiraquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-1787675228062480458</id><published>2008-11-02T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:06:46.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias Sentimentais de João Miramar'/><title type='text'>Linguagem que Encanta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ4IEdDAqkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fmwNRoSx4sU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264153887052442178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQ4IEdDAqkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fmwNRoSx4sU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neste livro, a história de João Miramar não é o real foco da obra, ela apenas parece ser, pois o verdadeiro foco do autor é a escrita.&lt;br /&gt;A história da personagem não é muito turbulenta, não acontece nada muito transformador; Oswald também não se preocupa muito em fazer críticas sociais ou psicológicas; a não ser pela critica econômica, criada pelo apego que os personagens têm pelo dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;A narração em primeira pessoa é inovadora por causa da forma com que o narrador mostra suas memórias, através de imagens.&lt;br /&gt;Outro talento de Oswald é gerar efeito de mistério. Ele o faz, escrevendo de forma subliminar e deixando as coisas em aberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este livro é uma atração à parte por sua forma de linguagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-1787675228062480458?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/1787675228062480458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=1787675228062480458' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/1787675228062480458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Libertinagem'/><title type='text'>Uma Grande Caixa de Remédios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Uma rápida explicação de Libertinagem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;LIBERTINAGEM é um livro composto de vários poemas, os quais chamamos de poemas-pílulas, por serem curtos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neste livro, Manuel Bandeira trata de várias fases de sua vida, desde sua infância em Recife (PORQUINHO-DA-ÍNDIA), passando por sua tuberculose mal tratada durante a adolescência (PNEUMOTÓRAX), até sua vida cotidiana no Rio de Janeiro (POEMA TIRADO DE UMA NOTÍCIA DE JORNAL).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORQUINHO-DA-ÍNDIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quando eu tinha seis anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ganhei um porquinho-da-índia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Que dor de coração me dava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Porque o bichinho só queria estar debaixo do fogão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Levava ela pra sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pra os lugares mais bonitos mais limpinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ele não gostava:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Queria estar debaixo do fogão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não fazia caso de nenhum das minhas ternurinhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;- o meu porquinho-da-índia foi a minha primeira namorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PNEUMOTÓRAX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Febre, hemoptise, dispnéia e suores noturnos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A vida inteira que podia ter sido e que não foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tosse, tosse, tosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mandou chamar o médico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Diga trinta e três.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Trinta e três... trinta e três... trinta e três...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Respire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-O senhor tem uma escavação no pulmão esquerdo e o pulmão direito infiltrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Então, doutor, não é possível tentar o pneumotórax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Não. A única coisa a se fazer é tocar um tango argentino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POEMA TIRADO DE UMA NOTÍCIA DE JORNAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;João Gostoso era carregador de feira-livre e morava no morro da Babilônia num barracão sem número&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um noite ele chegou no bar Vinte de Novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bebeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cantou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dançou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Depois se atirou na Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas e morreu afogado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-8383800465097478966?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-2021160675289485741</id><published>2008-11-01T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:04:14.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias Sentimentais de João Miramar'/><title type='text'>Oswald de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b62d1df454dc9538" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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Oswald de Andrade e da história do primeiro romance moderno brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-2021160675289485741?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b62d1df454dc9538&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/2021160675289485741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=2021160675289485741' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/2021160675289485741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/2021160675289485741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/11/oswald-de-andrade.html' title='Oswald de Andrade'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-7954942042546327305</id><published>2008-11-01T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:33:32.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macunaíma'/><title type='text'>Boiúna Luna - Rudá, Rudá!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Rudá, Rudá!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tu que sacas as chuvas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Faz com que os ventos do oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Desembestem por minha terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pra que as nuvens vão-se embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E a minha marvada brilhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Limpinha e firme no céu!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Faz com que amansem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Todas as águas dos rios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pra que eu me banhando neles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Possa brincar com a marvada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Refletida no espelho das águas!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Este canto de invocação aos deuses, do livro Macunaíma de Mário de Andrade, foi cantado pelo próprio Macunaíma, quando ele perde sua mulher e agora Macunaíma é homenageado por todos, por onde ele passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-7954942042546327305?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/7954942042546327305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=7954942042546327305' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/7954942042546327305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/7954942042546327305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/11/rud-rud.html' title='Boiúna Luna - Rudá, Rudá!...'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-8093773609730508290</id><published>2008-11-01T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:10:13.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libertinagem'/><title type='text'>Lirismo dos Loucos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POÉTICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto do lirismo comedido&lt;br /&gt;Do lirismo bem-comportado&lt;br /&gt;Do lirismo funcionário-público com livro de ponto expediente protocolo e manifestações de apreço ao sr. Diretor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto do lirismo que pára e vai averiguar no dicionário o cunho vernáculo de um vocábulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo os puristas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as palavras sobretudo os barbarismos universais&lt;br /&gt;Todas as construções sobretudo as sintaxes de exceção&lt;br /&gt;Todos os ritmos sobretudos os inumeráveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto do lirismo namorador&lt;br /&gt;Político&lt;br /&gt;Raquítico&lt;br /&gt;Sifilítico&lt;br /&gt;De todo lirismo que capitula ao que quer que seja fora de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De resto não é lirismo&lt;br /&gt;Será contabilidade tabela de co-senos secretário do amante exemplar com cem modelos de cartas e as diferentes maneiras de agradar às mulheres, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero antes o lirismo dos loucos&lt;br /&gt;O lirismo dos bêbados&lt;br /&gt;O lirismo difícil e pungente dos bêbados&lt;br /&gt;O lirismo dos clowns de Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Não quero mais saber do lirismo que não é libertação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Manuel Bandeira escreveu em seu livro LIBERTINAGEM, um grito de libertação. Escreveu um livro com liberdade poética. Libertinagem é um dos maiores exemplos do Modernismo brasileiro, em que a literatura se distancia da poesia parnasiana e simbolista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-8093773609730508290?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/8093773609730508290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=8093773609730508290' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/8093773609730508290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/8093773609730508290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/11/lirismo-dos-loucos.html' title='Lirismo dos Loucos'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-8161216076261524200</id><published>2008-11-01T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:40:50.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias Sentimentais de João Miramar'/><title type='text'>Memórias Sentimentais de João Miramar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VELEIRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarde tardava, estendia-se nas cadeiras, ocultava-se no tombadilho quieto, cucava té uma escala de piano acordar o navio.&lt;br /&gt;Madama Rocambola mulatava um maxixe no dancing do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecia-me olhando o céu e a estrela diurna que vinha me contar salgada do banho como estudara num colégio interno. Recordava-me dos noivados dormitórios das primas.&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde beijei-a na língua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oswald de Andrade produz uma obra maravilhosa, com um enredo muito simples no qual o próprio João Miramar relata sua história pessoal em pequenos flashes. A obra em si não tem nada de especial, nenhum acontecimento que chame muita atenção, ou um final feliz com sua amada, mais o que dá o charme a obra é a revolução que Oswald de Andrade fez com a literatura, abusando de muitos recursos lingüísticos e de uma maneira nova de escrever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-8161216076261524200?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/8161216076261524200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=8161216076261524200' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/8161216076261524200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/8161216076261524200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/11/memrias-sentimentais-de-joo-miramar.html' title='Memórias Sentimentais de João Miramar'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-2183751318615007085</id><published>2008-10-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:49:52.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macunaíma'/><title type='text'>Filho do Medo da Noite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"No fundo do mato-virgem nasceu Macunaíma, herói de nossa gente. Era preto retinto e filho do medo da noite. Houve um momento em que o silêncio foi tão grande escutando o murmurejo do Uraricoera, que a índia tapanhumas pariu uma criança feia. Essa criança é que chamaram de Macunaíma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Em Macunaíma, o modernista Mario de Andrade envolve folclore da Amazônia com o resto do Brasil, inovando a literatura brasileira com uma nova linguagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-2183751318615007085?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/2183751318615007085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=2183751318615007085' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/2183751318615007085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/2183751318615007085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/10/filho-do-medo-da-noite.html' title='Filho do Medo da Noite.'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8925836762236272227.post-405386581725511030</id><published>2008-10-27T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:15:47.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libertinagem'/><title type='text'>O Primeiro do Último</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQY-hmukjzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuNNL01WvJY/s1600-h/escrever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261961961681489714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQY-hmukjzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuNNL01WvJY/s400/escrever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASSIM EU QUERERIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o meu primeiro post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que fosse terno dizendo as coisas mais simples e menos intencionais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que fosse diferentes dos blogs existentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que tivesse a beleza das frases quase sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A pureza da palavra em que se consomem os poemas mais lindos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A PAIXÃO DOS SUICIDAS QUE SE MATAM SEM EXPLICAÇÃO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em nossa primeira postagem, escolhemos fazer uma brincadeira, uma paródia (do poema "o Último Poema" de Manuel Bandeira). Neste blog iremos homenagear, comentar e explicar alguns livros com Libertinagem, Memórias Sentimentais de João Miramar e Macunáima, livros que são grandes exemplos do Modernismo brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8925836762236272227-405386581725511030?l=oultimopoema.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/feeds/405386581725511030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8925836762236272227&amp;postID=405386581725511030' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/405386581725511030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8925836762236272227/posts/default/405386581725511030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oultimopoema.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-primeiro-do-ltimo.html' title='O Primeiro do Último'/><author><name>5Alunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662388216555958853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02197947918524841975'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4oLGrLL8WA/SQY-hmukjzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuNNL01WvJY/s72-c/escrever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry></feed>