1. Charles Baudelaire e a modernidade na poesia
O poeta francês pós-romântico Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867) é considerado o precursor da poesia moderna. Rompendo com os valores idealizados do Romantismo, Baudelaire propunha uma poesia construída sobre outra ordem de valores. Por exemplo, o poeta via poesia nas coisas consideradas feias ou antipoéticas, como o satanismo e certas traços da vida urbana: a fuligem das fábricas, a sujeira, a miséria, a prostituição, os trabalhadores saindo das oficinas, os bêbados e os desocupados nas tavernas, etc. Além disso, rompeu com a psicologização do eu lírico dos poemas, buscando uma abordagem mais impessoal, centrada na própria linguagem dos textos.

© Português: Linguagens - W. R. Cereja, T. C. Magalhães

Marginais e Malditos
O grupo ultra-romântico brasileiro, o poeta simbolista franceês Mallarmé e alguns grupos de rock da atualidade são cahamdas de "malditos" em virtude de sua condição "marginal", isto é, à margem dos valores vigentes na sociedade.
Além do gótico, que foi e ainda é uma forma alternativa e radical de viver no mundo burguês, a juventudade encontrou outras formas "marginais" de expressão. Nas décadas de 1950, 60 e 70, por exemplo, os jovens de classe média de vários países se revoltaram contra a repressão familiar, os tabus sexuais e a sociedade de consumo. O cinema documentou esses movimentos com filmes como Juventude Transviada (anos 50), Woodstock (anos 60) e Laranja Mecânica (anos 70).

© Português: Linguagens - W. R. Cereja, T. C. Magalhães

I really should give a hiatus warning next time huh?

Hey, guys. I'm back. I had decided to take about 2 weeks off LJ to get used to high school and now that I'm kinda in the swing of things, I'm here! So if you haven't been getting comments from me on your entries, you know why. XD

Also I'm trying this new thing where I don't cuss in my entries. I don't even cuss in normal conversation, but when I type my thoughts, they are extremely profane. I feel like need to fix that.


So about today. There is a dance tonight and tomorrow and I'm not going to either cause I don't have a ride which stinks caused I've missed 4 high school dances already...and well. I know I'm missing out. :(

I got my hair done yesterday and got tons of compliments at school today. My mom says mine was done better than hers and Vicki's which made me laugh. Third is the one with the treasure chest I guess.

Oh yeah.

John McCain. Cindy McCain. Mitt Rommney. Mike Huckabee. The news station. The people my mom listen to on the radio every morning. They are all gonna be at the baseball stadium about 5 minutes away from my house. I guess that's important. Another important thing about that is that I'M GONNA BE THERE?????

Yeah, my parents are Republicians to the core (you heard me. African-American republicians. No, no, the world's not ending.) except my grandma, who is Democratic to the core. And I really don't consider myself as a part of either of those, but my grandma has some pretty-whacked out political views/ideas that are slowly steering me away from considering to be a Democrat. Anyways, there's a huge rally at the stadium on Sunday and I'll be there! So I'll tell you all about that when it happens.

( random political stuffies )
Random fact: Dane Cook is my idol.

I hate my school. Four hours to register. Four fucking hours. And my classes aren't even close to correct.

McCain's proposed VP will have something turned up in her past and before she can ruin the party, she will bite the bullet and step down. Thus McCain will have received the Brownie points for going with a woman, but won't actually have to run with her and can bring in the guy he wanted all along.

Pessimist, much?

Much.

I seriously woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Lawlz, bitching beneath the cut

( Early morning )


Also, yesterday, I finally got to talk to John after like.. three or four days. Maybe longer than that, I don't remember. Everything was cool for a bit, but then he was being sort of.. super jerk-ish and ragging on me about stuff like how California sucks, how the car that I drive sucks, or just the fact that I called a riptide or undertow a 'sleeper wave'. I told him that 'sleeper wave' is just some kind of slang term for it or something and he said "It's not slang, it's stupid."

He's just kidding around, but he sounded really harsh and I didn't like it. I wanted to be a jerk right back at him, like saying that maybe New Jersey fucking sucks and I hate the East Coast weather. Or maybe I could have just told him to shut the fuck up. I didn't say a damn thing because I knew he would say that I was just being sensitive and overreacting. He's still a mean jerk... and not a funny one like I used to know.

Then he kept on going on some rant about a Lamborghini's breaks and tires or whatever. He knows I don't know shit about cars and yet he still talks about them. Then he just -has- to rip on my Toyota Corolla, saying that it's a shit car like the Prius, Yaris, Camry, or the Scion TC. Like I had any fucking real choice in picking my car, my parents and I aren't made of money. I'm -fine- with my Corolla, I only want a vehicle that will get me places without sucking up too much gas.

It's like I reverted back to being reserved around him again, picking and choosing my words. I didn't feel comfortable at all while talking to him yesterday. I do love him, more than anyone else, but I can't help feeling that maybe we don't fit right. Once in a while, he would be a mean jerk, and now that's occurring more frequently. And he talks about cars and sports, things that I don't know about or have any interest in. Should I just go ahead and learn about cars and whatnot so I'll understand him better? Maybe he'd feel more connected to me in that way.

He's the only person who really makes me feel stupid when I say something. Should I be loving someone that makes me feel that way? A few times, I thought about just breaking it off with him. It's unconventional, we live on opposite sides of the country, we don't really have the same interests, and sometimes our personalities conflict. Sometimes I'm confused on whether or not I should take this relationship seriously because of the distance. It's not like I -want- to break up, but I can't help but feel that this relationship won't lead to anything in the future. If it does happen, he'd think that I was leaving him for someone else, but that wouldn't be true. I'm in love with -him- and no one else; I'd do it only because maybe I thought we weren't right for one another. We live so far apart from each other, I don't see how it would last.

I dunno.. my mind just has a hard time remembering that he's only joking and I shouldn't take it too personally. I often have a hard time remembering that he loves me, too. It's hard remember that sort of thing when he only talks to me for a little while then decides that he wants to watch some show, even though we haven't really spoken to each other in days. Or maybe I'm just being a clingy, crying little bitch.

Maybe I should be telling him these things instead of writing it out here. He doesn't really ask any questions about me or reassures me of anything, and I don't say anything to him regarding any sort of wavering in my emotions. He probably would want to know, but I don't want to tell him. I don't want to feel stupid like how he makes me feel.

Wow, I had no idea it had been so long since I update. I'm so sorry about that! I haven't been up to much.

My birthday was wednesday, thanks to all the people that said happy birthday.

I really don't know what to say, if you want to ask something, ask away!

<lj-template name="qotd" id="505" I would find either Tré Cool or Matthew Bellamy and ask them to marry me. OR Make a successful band.

только что досмотрел первый сезон Dexter'a
всё сразу за один присест )
а это примерно 10 часов
уже качаю второй )))

For the first time in an age I'm taken enough with an idea to do some writing, I did a little bit last night, only a few hundred words to get the ball rolling and then sat down this morning to make a proper start. First few paragraphs no problems and suddenly its decided it will only type in capital letters. As you can see typing in Firefox is fine but despite restarting Microsoft Word Processor three times its will still only type in upper case. I can't exactly write the whole thing shouting.

I just feel like sitting down and crying.

Every plant knows this: It’s only when you get crap thrown on you that you really start to grow.
— Scott Sorrell

The Doctor, because he's smart and could figure a way off the island. And possibly also for less wholesome reasons.

Although, all my bags are definitely NOT packed.  (Please tell me I'm not the only one who remembers that song?)

Anyway, I'm off in the morning to Atlanta to attend Dragoncon and meet up with some old HL friends AND meet my dear buddy dm_wyatt .

We're going to hopefully meet Michael Rosenbaum!  I'm not really nervous about meeting him at all, but I am wondering what the heck I'm going to say. "Uh.. hi, Michael.  Love your work."  *facepalm:*

Would it be cheesy and sound really self-serving for me to thank him for his recent appearance at that breast cancer fundraiser in LA?  I can't decide.  I don't want to come off like some of the con attendees I remember from Highlander cons - "My dog is dying, can I have a hug?" *copious tears* *awkward GOH* *me, rolling my eyes*

Anyway... hopefully I'll have some pictures to post when I get back.  The Dragoncon crowd is really wild.  Some people work literally ALL YEAR on their elaborate costumes.    Some are a little scary. ;)




 

Yeah, I just discovered another way to hide that crap. Maybe everybody knows this but I'll share the method anyway.


( under the cut )

I'm not sure if folks are busier, moving into other fandoms, or what - but the amount of chatter on my flist has slowed down so much that if I took out the communities, I could read my flist in about two minutes. Before the auction, my average emails were continual throughout the day, but since the auction has ended and most everyone connected (a few still aren't since a couple of people will be paying next week), I expected my emails to drop back to normal and all they did was drop. Off the edge of the earth.

I know summer is a busy, fun, vacationing time - plus lots of cons - but all I can think is that everyone took their vacation at the same time, and it's lasted most of the summer! LOL!

Maybe it's the fact that we had the Olympics, now the political conventions and the LA Open? Just a very busy, historic summer?

I get the feeling of change. A kind of ennui taking over? Too many changes in and out of the fandom? In and out of journal-land?

Oh, my buddies in the UK? Will Wire in the Blood be back? Does anyone know?

On Monday, a baby boy with two heads was born in Bangladesh. For the full story, go HERE.

It's pretty fun watching celebrities on Sesame Street. A while ago, I was shopping with my sister. I don't like shopping... so I got distracted with the TV playing across the way in the children's section. Emeril was making pizza on Sesame Street. Is it just me, or does he seem sad these days? You can watch Sesame Street segments on its website. Neil Patrick Harris is very cute with Elmo. He was on Letterman last night too. He seemed a bit odd. Could be the "little bit" drunkness...

I tried the Livejournal Mobile thing on my iPod Touch. It's not good. I guess it's made more for phones rather than the iPod Touch. Bigger screen, better connection. I'm better off using the normal Livejournal interface.

D was in one of my dreams last night, and I don't remember even thinking about him yesterday. It was weird, the dream kept on shifting from us talking on AIM to talking to each other face to face. I don't know what we were talking about but we were laughing and having a good time, like we've been good friends for a long, long while. I liked how he laughed in my dream; his face showed such happiness and innocence (though he is -far- from innocent).

I hate having good dreams like that because my dream self hardly ever acknowledges that what's happening -is- a dream. It felt so real, and then I woke up and a wave of sadness washed over me. My crush on D is winding down since finally accepting the fact that I won't ever ever -ever- be with him. I won't forget him, of course, and only a tiny ripple of my feelings will remain when I think of him. We're sort of not even friends, I think, and I wish we were at least that like how it was in my dream.

Blaaaah, this sucks. I suck, I'm such a -failure-~