Arte censurada
A propósito de censura, é curioso ver e explorar http://712educators.about.com/cs/bannedbooks/a/bookbanning.htm (lamento, mas ainda não sei como colocar um link no texto de um post). Aí constata-se que uma das autoras censuradas por algumas escolas secundárias americanas é Maya Angelou. É claro que nunca ouviram Equality cantado por Cassandra Wilson e musicado por Dave Holland. Fica o poema:
You declare you see me dimly
through a glass wich will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man
but if I'm just a shadow to you,
coulf ever understand?
We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess youv've heard me crying,
and admit you've seen my tears
Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb in my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
You declare you see me dimly
through a glass wich will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man
but if I'm just a shadow to you,
coulf ever understand?
We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess youv've heard me crying,
and admit you've seen my tears
Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb in my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
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