Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio, «Harvesting the crop. The chaste verdict of negligence»
The story of kings' and their kingdoms', is herewith about to be told; Of strife and political govern, and the anguish to be overthrown One kingdom was gleaming and golden, its castle was built out of strain; It was ruled by a merciful monarch, who's justice was widely acclaimed Elected to power by voting, by his fellowmen that he had been; A prospering nation of justice, where each owned as much as their kin The other domain was of silver, its regent was righteous and grand; He governed his kingdom by justice; and rendered his ruling by hand The monarch had come into power; by seizing his govern by force; He considered himself to be able, and by cunning he managed his course
Each kingdom prevailed independent, their riches continued to grow; But then came a sudden disaster, of drought that obstructed the growth Starvation was sudden and heartless, for the king in the golden domain; He had labored his folk for the kingdom, convoking their goods and their grains But the people he reigned were neglected, and the virtue of personal gain; And soon he was stranded with nothing, but the cast of a social charade The kingdom of silver and marble, was likewise affected by drought; But merely in petty proportions, as govern was slightly unlike. The people had land that they planted, to nourish themselves and their king; Profusion was not for the kingdom, but earnings for personal strain
The people of silver had plenty, preserved since the time of excess; Diverse to the folk who had nothing, who's earnings had mothered distress He pleaded, he begged and he bellowed; that his neighbors should part with their gain; And contribute avail for his people, the king of the golden domain The people considered his motives, but seemly rejected his plea; They replied that the rate of survival, was an issue for nature to deem The king was provoked by this answer, and shortly resolved to wage war; In attempt to ensure his persistence, and the life of his people of course But the force he unearthed was brutal, and too meager he was his cause; Let nature decide who is able, or be reckoned for judgement by force
já nem me lembro da última vez que passou uma conversa vadia na televisão... e é curioso notar que já em 1983 António Quadros sentia aquilo que hoje nos pressiona todos os dias e constantemente: a necessidade capitalista de produzir mais e mais, o atrofio das nossas verdadeiras características pela competição. Será possível hoje publicar numa revista literária um conto filosófico como O Banqueiro Anarquista de Pessoa na Contemporânea? Ou será que essa hipótese nem sequer é considerada hoje dada a pressão capitalista a que nos subjuga? É tempo de contrariar todas essas histórias que não levam a lado nenhum.
Um grande homem e um bom mestre - difícil para alguns...
ResponderEliminarP. S. Vossas Senhorias estão a precisar de mais uma musiquinha de intervenção para animarem!
Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio, «Harvesting the crop. The chaste verdict of negligence»
The story of kings' and their kingdoms', is herewith about to be told;
Of strife and political govern, and the anguish to be overthrown
One kingdom was gleaming and golden, its castle was built out of strain;
It was ruled by a merciful monarch, who's justice was widely acclaimed
Elected to power by voting, by his fellowmen that he had been;
A prospering nation of justice, where each owned as much as their kin
The other domain was of silver, its regent was righteous and grand;
He governed his kingdom by justice; and rendered his ruling by hand
The monarch had come into power; by seizing his govern by force;
He considered himself to be able, and by cunning he managed his course
Each kingdom prevailed independent, their riches continued to grow;
But then came a sudden disaster, of drought that obstructed the growth
Starvation was sudden and heartless, for the king in the golden domain;
He had labored his folk for the kingdom, convoking their goods and their grains
But the people he reigned were neglected, and the virtue of personal gain;
And soon he was stranded with nothing, but the cast of a social charade
The kingdom of silver and marble, was likewise affected by drought;
But merely in petty proportions, as govern was slightly unlike.
The people had land that they planted, to nourish themselves and their king;
Profusion was not for the kingdom, but earnings for personal strain
The people of silver had plenty, preserved since the time of excess;
Diverse to the folk who had nothing, who's earnings had mothered distress
He pleaded, he begged and he bellowed; that his neighbors should part with their gain;
And contribute avail for his people, the king of the golden domain
The people considered his motives, but seemly rejected his plea;
They replied that the rate of survival, was an issue for nature to deem
The king was provoked by this answer, and shortly resolved to wage war;
In attempt to ensure his persistence, and the life of his people of course
But the force he unearthed was brutal, and too meager he was his cause;
Let nature decide who is able, or be reckoned for judgement by force
já nem me lembro da última vez que passou uma conversa vadia na televisão... e é curioso notar que já em 1983 António Quadros sentia aquilo que hoje nos pressiona todos os dias e constantemente: a necessidade capitalista de produzir mais e mais, o atrofio das nossas verdadeiras características pela competição. Será possível hoje publicar numa revista literária um conto filosófico como O Banqueiro Anarquista de Pessoa na Contemporânea? Ou será que essa hipótese nem sequer é considerada hoje dada a pressão capitalista a que nos subjuga? É tempo de contrariar todas essas histórias que não levam a lado nenhum.
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