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As many of you already know tracy_rowan created a new community named roving_eye, in which we'll be taking part of several art projects involving photography, altered books and objects, writing projects... it's a curious idea, and its first flashmob (just to put everybody to work a little) was to write a sonnet about a favorite character. A sonnet. Yes. OK, I could do that at high school, even if they were awful, maybe I could do that again.
Of course it wasn't easy. It was hard to write a sonnet in Portuguese, it was harder to write one in English. I had a clear idea inside my mind, but writing it was difficult - I was writing in Portuguese but then English versions of sentences kept popping! Finally I wrote it entirely in Portuguese, translated it to English and just then looked for online rhymes dictionaries. Of course by that time I had to change few sentences but the idea was the original, based upon one of Gregório de Matos sonets, in which he begged for Lord's mercy when he was dying. It made me remember Keller's Catholic guilt, his confession to Fr. Mukada, his conversation about being picked by God with Sister Pete, that scene when he told Beecher he'd died twice during a surgery...
Ah, who is Gregório de Matos? He was a Brazilian poetry most of you probably never read. The guy had a reputation during the 17th century, he knew how to annoy rich guys, Catholic priests, authorities, white men, black population, people in general, just using his words. He was also known as "Boca do Inferno" (Hell’s mouth) for that, but he’s considered a master, a very important author for Brazilian literature, writing all types of poetry: religious, erotic, etc. Ah, he frequently used actions descriptions as titles to his poems – exactly what I did here.

When the hero begs for Lord’s mercy, moments before his death

I’m Chris Keller, and I’m a great sinner
I’m begging Lord in this final moment
I’m dying – time to be under His judgement
I’m begging Lord, "Listen to a serial killer!

I must have been chosen when I was younger
Yeah, Evil chose me with just one movement
Christ on my shoulder didn’t help me to be decent
But I’m begging Lord to listen to my prayer

I know that Your love is immense
And I’m sure You know heaven right now is not for me
(But from perpetual fire I beg Your defense)

Oz is over, but I can’t let it go, even when I’m free
So I hope You can do that – no, it's not an offense
Make me a guardian angel – with my Toby, oh Lord, please let me be!"

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desert_rifka
Oct. 17th, 2004 07:55 am (UTC)
now that's a sonett. Beautiful.
adrianabr
Oct. 17th, 2004 04:18 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Rifka - it was hard to write, but in the end I liked the experience!
winthrop
Oct. 17th, 2004 05:12 pm (UTC)
Vixi, Adriana, how many times per day you post smth here, girl???
I liked very much the poetry. I also like Gregório de Matos. Sobre o Keller, só vai pro inferno quem quer e quem peca contra o Espírito Santo. Fora isso, p td mundo tem salvação, ateh pro serial Keller.
Bjks, bom fim de semana!
adrianabr
Oct. 17th, 2004 11:31 pm (UTC)
I wish I could be like tracy_rowan, who posts many times a day! I don't have enough time to do that frequently.
Ah, mas Tom Fontana não queria mostrar o Keller com possibilidade de salvação, queria mais é fazer meu queridão sofrer com a possibilidade da danação eterna. Tadinho, chuif...
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