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Nuances...

One of the difficult things for me of being trained in academic work is that I became less able to simplify, take sides, be an activist. I became stuck on the idea that there is always another side to a story, there is always some detail untold, there is always more nuance to be had.

I've arrived in Jerusalem--a place where I never really planned to even visit, let alone live in--one and a half months ago. This has been an amazing experience because throwing myself in this very, very foreign place (from my personal perspective) made me realize the foreignness of places that I find very, very familiar!

In Jerusalem, I learned that you must be really, really careful when you try to find out what the "hidden" side of any story is, because that might lead you to be immediately categorized within a group that you don't really have anything to do with. Let me give you an example from my research project.

I'm studying the ways that people from here (from all kinds of ba…

Três ano e três meses depois...

Imagem

It was supposed to be a haiku, but I don't know English metric very well

Writing a thesis is like being constipated
Every chapter, a lot of effort
And a tiny poop

Onda

O capitão me perguntou no balanço
em que superfície eu preferia navegar
Respondi, na hora, como boa bucaneira, onda tépida de mar caribenho, sem muito pensar

Pensei que a saudade seria um barco encalhado
naquela areia carmelita da pele com pintas
feito Cali, Medelim, Bogotá

Mas me dei conta que é um veleiro que flutua
no castanho dos seus cabelos longos,
tal qual o Escala, fazendo cócegas na minha alma enquanto eu me deixo orçar

Escrevo? Escrevo, escrevo,
as letrinhas são o pavimento que vão me levar
ao porto onde posso ser onda
e você vai me ensinar



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(Now, translated in English, so the captain can read it)


Wave

The captain asked me, as we were swaying,
in which surface I'd rather sail
I said, at the time, as should a good buccaneer, on the warm waves of a Caribbean sea, without much thinking

I had thought my longing would be a ship ran aground
on the Carmelite sand of that skin with dots
forming Cali, Medellin, Bogota

But in fact it is a sailboat floating
on the brow…

Word game

A detective has to find evidence
A prosecutor has to write up the case in a way that convinces
The judge to take it up

A detective has to present the evidence to the prosecutor in a way that convinces
The prosecutor to write up the case in a way that convinces
The judge to take it up

The evidence has to present itself in a way that convinces
The detective to present the evidence to the prosecutor in a way that convinces
The prosecutor to write up the case in a way that convinces
The judge to take it up

How many of the above did you imagine as women?
For me, the evidence.

The Woman in the Red Hat

The woman in the red hat
also has red hair.
The blue of her eyes
spills over to the tips of her hair
to keep her cool.

The woman in the red hat
also has a red heart;
the strength of her heartbeat
resounds, too, in her words
to help her touch us.

The woman in the red hat
taught me a few defence moves,
though she is not one for martial arts.
She is looking for her bow and arrows,
I think she is about to find them.

Segunda cedo

Surpresa boa é
ao amanhecer o dia, ver
uns amigos queridos
de aventuras passadas
acolherem-me com um sorriso
de calor, carinho, humor
e esquentarem meu coração.
Sei que o dia vai ser de sol!