Tr White Stephen F
Biographic Data
| ID | 3429281 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Tr White Stephen F |
| GIVEN NAMES | Tr White F |
| FAMILY NAME | Stephen |
| SIGNATURE | F T W S |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 9 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 2 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 9 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1995 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1996 |
| H-INDEX | 1 |
An Interview with Edimilson de Almeida Pereira
An Interview with Edimilson de Almeida Pereira Steven F. White (bio) Click for larger view View full resolution Edimilson de Almeida Pereira was born in Juiz de Fora, in the state of Minas Gerais in Brazil in 1963. He has published eight books of poetry, including a volume of collected poems Corpo vivido [Lived Body] (1991) as well as the more recent Rebojo [Whirlpool] and O homem da orelha furada [The Man with the Pierced Ear], both of which app…
From Livro de falas [Book of Voices]
Callaloo - Volume 19, Number 1, Winter 1996
The Fruit
The Fruit Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) The dead appear at carnival dancing densely: green souls and a ripe illusion. The definition of night or day does not frighten life: the body loses its leaves and dies united. The dead fall no more: the restoration of stems grows imperceptibly. As Frutas Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) Translated by Steven F. White Os mortos aparecem no carnaval numa dança de espessura as almas verdes e a ilusão mad…
School
School Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) We go into the streets like a secret and our costumes express realities deeper than fear. These are days of masks, of clear intentions; we are in ourselves; in us, the world and its cards are concentrated. We recognize the cloud and the illusion. There is nothing in these streets that keeps them from deceiving and decoding us. We pass like a river at dawn and our costumes designate truths firmer than the …
Iron
Iron Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) At one time you knew the magic and the friends gathered around their own breathing. Resolutions came, opening caverns in the garden. The friends return once more with their descendents. There is a moon in which we crouch: hard questions sleep within us. O Ferro Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) Translated by Steven F. White Num tempo soubeste a magia e os companheiros em redor do fôlego. As resoluções vier…
Circle
Circle Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) The hands embrace us, and with them we initiate the celebration of shells and essential rhythms. Ah, when legs leap, heads hang down: stars on the ground. Your dust and my desire are one at the tip of seeing. We act because we are together and present at the hour of the world, our brother of dilutions and eternities. In the temple, the offering of leaves and meanings. Your being and mine, altars of a more…
The Dancer
The Dancer Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) Time above the banners. What remains is the fire and shining, always a risk. The pain does not threaten the body. The sweat is old, and life advances toward the morning. Time and its heel are mysterious the way my steps are my body’s celebration. I recite the religion of calluses. O Passista Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) Translated by Steven F. White O tempo sobre os estandartes. Restam o fogo e …
Meta-Score
Meta-Score Lepê Correia (bio) To D’Jesus Correia Each of your legs is a road, Who knows, a country, a city, Black, totally black And always increasing in size. You are a closed, whole night And when you come it’s the roar of the seas That carries me to our motherpeople. Your caress is the touch of all women, Your immense body is meadow after meadow: Afro and Brazilian. Ah, woman of the bell-songed children’s laughter, Of the tightly-curled braids…
Fairy Tales for a Black Northeast
Fairy Tales For A Black Northeast Lepê Correia (bio) I want a new story Not this tale of white and ordinary fairies Owners of our achievements. I want an ancient right Hidden in the drawers of speeches Meant to contain and palliate (Full of apples and pears) Embroidered with guilt and crimes. What I want back, right now, Are the keys to those drawers Of the imprisoned archives Where my heroes lie A “new” old story Full of thick-lipped fairies Mak…
An Interview with Edimilson de Almeida Pereira
An Interview with Edimilson de Almeida Pereira Steven F. White (bio) Click for larger view View full resolution Edimilson de Almeida Pereira was born in Juiz de Fora, in the state of Minas Gerais in Brazil in 1963. He has published eight books of poetry, including a volume of collected poems Corpo vivido [Lived Body] (1991) as well as the more recent Rebojo [Whirlpool] and O homem da orelha furada [The Man with the Pierced Ear], both of which app…
The Fruit
The Fruit Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) The dead appear at carnival dancing densely: green souls and a ripe illusion. The definition of night or day does not frighten life: the body loses its leaves and dies united. The dead fall no more: the restoration of stems grows imperceptibly. As Frutas Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) Translated by Steven F. White Os mortos aparecem no carnaval numa dança de espessura as almas verdes e a ilusão mad…
School
School Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) We go into the streets like a secret and our costumes express realities deeper than fear. These are days of masks, of clear intentions; we are in ourselves; in us, the world and its cards are concentrated. We recognize the cloud and the illusion. There is nothing in these streets that keeps them from deceiving and decoding us. We pass like a river at dawn and our costumes designate truths firmer than the …
Iron
Iron Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) At one time you knew the magic and the friends gathered around their own breathing. Resolutions came, opening caverns in the garden. The friends return once more with their descendents. There is a moon in which we crouch: hard questions sleep within us. O Ferro Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) Translated by Steven F. White Num tempo soubeste a magia e os companheiros em redor do fôlego. As resoluções vier…
Circle
Circle Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) The hands embrace us, and with them we initiate the celebration of shells and essential rhythms. Ah, when legs leap, heads hang down: stars on the ground. Your dust and my desire are one at the tip of seeing. We act because we are together and present at the hour of the world, our brother of dilutions and eternities. In the temple, the offering of leaves and meanings. Your being and mine, altars of a more…
The Dancer
The Dancer Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) Time above the banners. What remains is the fire and shining, always a risk. The pain does not threaten the body. The sweat is old, and life advances toward the morning. Time and its heel are mysterious the way my steps are my body’s celebration. I recite the religion of calluses. O Passista Edimilson de Almeida Pereira (bio) Translated by Steven F. White O tempo sobre os estandartes. Restam o fogo e …
Meta-Score
Meta-Score Lepê Correia (bio) To D’Jesus Correia Each of your legs is a road, Who knows, a country, a city, Black, totally black And always increasing in size. You are a closed, whole night And when you come it’s the roar of the seas That carries me to our motherpeople. Your caress is the touch of all women, Your immense body is meadow after meadow: Afro and Brazilian. Ah, woman of the bell-songed children’s laughter, Of the tightly-curled braids…
Fairy Tales for a Black Northeast
Fairy Tales For A Black Northeast Lepê Correia (bio) I want a new story Not this tale of white and ordinary fairies Owners of our achievements. I want an ancient right Hidden in the drawers of speeches Meant to contain and palliate (Full of apples and pears) Embroidered with guilt and crimes. What I want back, right now, Are the keys to those drawers Of the imprisoned archives Where my heroes lie A “new” old story Full of thick-lipped fairies Mak…
An Interview with Edimilson de Almeida Pereira
An Interview with Edimilson de Almeida Pereira Steven F. White (bio) Click for larger view View full resolution Edimilson de Almeida Pereira was born in Juiz de Fora, in the state of Minas Gerais in Brazil in 1963. He has published eight books of poetry, including a volume of collected poems Corpo vivido [Lived Body] (1991) as well as the more recent Rebojo [Whirlpool] and O homem da orelha furada [The Man with the Pierced Ear], both of which app…
From Livro de falas [Book of Voices]
Callaloo - Volume 19, Number 1, Winter 1996
Art (8 works) · Humanities (8 works) · Literature, Culture, and Criticism (7 works) · Cultural, Media, and Literary Studies (3 works) · Caribbean history, culture, and politics (2 works) · Linguistics and Education Research (2 works) · Philosophy (2 works) · Agora (1 works) · Art history (1 works) · Brother (1 works)