quinta-feira, junho 11, 2026
Bartolomeo Vanzetti nasceu há 138 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 01:38 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
sábado, agosto 23, 2025
Poema para recordar um erro judicial norte-americano e as suas vítimas...
“They Are Dead Now”: Eulogy for Sacco and Vanzetti
This isn’t a poem
This is two men in grey prison clothes.
One man sits looking at the sick flesh of his hands—hands that haven’t worked for seven years.
Do you know how long a year is?
Do you know how many hours there are in a day
when a day is twenty-three hours on a cot in a cell,
in a cell in a row of cells in a tier of rows of cells
all empty with the choked emptiness of dreams?
Do you know the dreams of men in jail?
They are dead now
The black automatons have won.
They are burned up utterly
their flesh has passed into the air of Massachusetts their dreams have passed into the wind.
“They are dead now,” the Governor’s secretary nudges the Governor,
“They are dead now,” the Superior Court Judge nudges
the Supreme Court Judge,
“They are dead now” the College President nudges
the College President
A dry chuckling comes up from all the dead:
The white collar dead; the silkhatted dead;
the frockcoated dead
They hop in and out of automobiles
breathe deep in relief
as they walk up and down the Boston streets.
they are free of dreams now
free of greasy prison denim
their voices blow back in a thousand lingoes
singing one song
to burst the eardrums of Massachusetts
Make a poem of that if you dare!
John Dos Passos
Postado por Pedro Luna às 22:22 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquia, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, injustiça, John Dos Passos, literatura, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte, poesia, USA
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart...
Postado por Pedro Luna às 13:13 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, Here's to you Nicola and Bart, inocente, Joan Baez, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
sexta-feira, agosto 22, 2025
Sacco e Vanzetti foram bárbara e vergonhosamente executados há 98 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 09:08 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, inocente, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
quarta-feira, junho 11, 2025
Bartolomeo Vanzetti nasceu há 137 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 01:37 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
sexta-feira, agosto 23, 2024
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart...
Postado por Pedro Luna às 22:22 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, Here's to you Nicola and Bart, inocente, Joan Baez, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
Poema para recordar um erro judicial - e as suas vítimas...
“They Are Dead Now”: Eulogy for Sacco and Vanzetti
This isn’t a poem
This is two men in grey prison clothes.
One man sits looking at the sick flesh of his hands—hands that haven’t worked for seven years.
Do you know how long a year is?
Do you know how many hours there are in a day
when a day is twenty-three hours on a cot in a cell,
in a cell in a row of cells in a tier of rows of cells
all empty with the choked emptiness of dreams?
Do you know the dreams of men in jail?
They are dead now
The black automatons have won.
They are burned up utterly
their flesh has passed into the air of Massachusetts their dreams have passed into the wind.
“They are dead now,” the Governor’s secretary nudges the Governor,
“They are dead now,” the Superior Court Judge nudges
the Supreme Court Judge,
“They are dead now” the College President nudges
the College President
A dry chuckling comes up from all the dead:
The white collar dead; the silkhatted dead;
the frockcoated dead
They hop in and out of automobiles
breathe deep in relief
as they walk up and down the Boston streets.
they are free of dreams now
free of greasy prison denim
their voices blow back in a thousand lingoes
singing one song
to burst the eardrums of Massachusetts
Make a poem of that if you dare!
John Dos Passos
Postado por Pedro Luna às 11:11 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquia, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, injustiça, John Dos Passos, literatura, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte, poesia, USA
Sacco e Vanzetti foram executados há 97 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 09:07 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, inocente, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
terça-feira, junho 11, 2024
Bartolomeo Vanzetti nasceu há 136 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 01:36 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
quarta-feira, agosto 23, 2023
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart...
Postado por Pedro Luna às 22:22 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, Here's to you Nicola and Bart, inocente, Joan Baez, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
Poema para recordar um erro judicial e as suas vítimas...
“They Are Dead Now”: Eulogy for Sacco and Vanzetti
This isn’t a poem
This is two men in grey prison clothes.
One man sits looking at the sick flesh of his hands—hands that haven’t worked for seven years.
Do you know how long a year is?
Do you know how many hours there are in a day
when a day is twenty-three hours on a cot in a cell,
in a cell in a row of cells in a tier of rows of cells
all empty with the choked emptiness of dreams?
Do you know the dreams of men in jail?
They are dead now
The black automatons have won.
They are burned up utterly
their flesh has passed into the air of Massachusetts their dreams have passed into the wind.
“They are dead now,” the Governor’s secretary nudges the Governor,
“They are dead now,” the Superior Court Judge nudges
the Supreme Court Judge,
“They are dead now” the College President nudges
the College President
A dry chuckling comes up from all the dead:
The white collar dead; the silkhatted dead;
the frockcoated dead
They hop in and out of automobiles
breathe deep in relief
as they walk up and down the Boston streets.
they are free of dreams now
free of greasy prison denim
their voices blow back in a thousand lingoes
singing one song
to burst the eardrums of Massachusetts
Make a poem of that if you dare!
John Dos Passos
Postado por Pedro Luna às 11:11 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquia, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, injustiça, John Dos Passos, literatura, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte, poesia, USA
Sacco e Vanzetti foram executados há 96 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 09:06 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, inocente, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
domingo, junho 11, 2023
Bartolomeo Vanzetti nasceu há 135 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 01:35 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
terça-feira, agosto 23, 2022
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 11:11 2 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, Here's to you Nicola and Bart, inocente, Joan Baez, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
Vergonha - Sacco e Vanzetti foram executados há 95 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 09:50 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, inocente, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
Poema para recordar um erro judicial com duas vítimas...
“They Are Dead Now”: Eulogy for Sacco and Vanzetti
This isn’t a poem
This is two men in grey prison clothes.
One man sits looking at the sick flesh of his hands—hands that haven’t worked for seven years.
Do you know how long a year is?
Do you know how many hours there are in a day
when a day is twenty-three hours on a cot in a cell,
in a cell in a row of cells in a tier of rows of cells
all empty with the choked emptiness of dreams?
Do you know the dreams of men in jail?
They are dead now
The black automatons have won.
They are burned up utterly
their flesh has passed into the air of Massachusetts their dreams have passed into the wind.
“They are dead now,” the Governor’s secretary nudges the Governor,
“They are dead now,” the Superior Court Judge nudges
the Supreme Court Judge,
“They are dead now” the College President nudges
the College President
A dry chuckling comes up from all the dead:
The white collar dead; the silkhatted dead;
the frockcoated dead
They hop in and out of automobiles
breathe deep in relief
as they walk up and down the Boston streets.
they are free of dreams now
free of greasy prison denim
their voices blow back in a thousand lingoes
singing one song
to burst the eardrums of Massachusetts
Make a poem of that if you dare!
John Dos Passos
Postado por Pedro Luna às 00:09 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquia, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, injustiça, John Dos Passos, literatura, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte, poesia, USA
sábado, junho 11, 2022
Bartolomeo Vanzetti nasceu há 134 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 13:40 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
segunda-feira, agosto 23, 2021
Sacco e Vanzetti foram executados há 94 anos...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 09:40 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, cadeira elétrica, inocente, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
sexta-feira, junho 11, 2021
Bartolomeo Vanzetti nasceu há 133 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 13:30 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquismo, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte
quinta-feira, janeiro 14, 2021
Poema de aniversariante de hoje...
“They Are Dead Now”: Eulogy for Sacco and Vanzetti
This isn’t a poem
This is two men in grey prison clothes.
One man sits looking at the sick flesh of his hands—hands that haven’t worked for seven years.
Do you know how long a year is?
Do you know how many hours there are in a day
when a day is twenty-three hours on a cot in a cell,
in a cell in a row of cells in a tier of rows of cells
all empty with the choked emptiness of dreams?
Do you know the dreams of men in jail?
They are dead now
The black automatons have won.
They are burned up utterly
their flesh has passed into the air of Massachusetts their dreams have passed into the wind.
“They are dead now,” the Governor’s secretary nudges the Governor,
“They are dead now,” the Superior Court Judge nudges
the Supreme Court Judge,
“They are dead now” the College President nudges
the College President
A dry chuckling comes up from all the dead:
The white collar dead; the silkhatted dead;
the frockcoated dead
They hop in and out of automobiles
breathe deep in relief
as they walk up and down the Boston streets.
they are free of dreams now
free of greasy prison denim
their voices blow back in a thousand lingoes
singing one song
to burst the eardrums of Massachusetts
Make a poem of that if you dare!
John Dos Passos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 12:50 0 comentários
Marcadores: anarquia, Bartolomeo Vanzetti, injustiça, John Dos Passos, literatura, Nicola Sacco, pena de morte, poesia, USA


