Lepe Correia
Biographic Data
| ID | 3672223 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Lepe Correia |
| GIVEN NAMES | Lepe |
| FAMILY NAME | Correia |
| SIGNATURE | CORREIA L |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 3 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 3 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1995 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1997 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
From Caxinguele [Squirrel]
from Caxinguelê [Squirrel] Lepê Correia Translated by Steven F. White (bio) Resistance (African Body) Our children are losing their childhood, so that soon they will have no memory of “having heard about,” which means nowing glory. They struggle with life and learn to be beggars. And what kind of nation can be made when history gives the lie to the people and becomes fiction and spends the whole time spouting jargon that turns the masters (leftov…
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…
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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…
From Caxinguele [Squirrel]
from Caxinguelê [Squirrel] Lepê Correia Translated by Steven F. White (bio) Resistance (African Body) Our children are losing their childhood, so that soon they will have no memory of “having heard about,” which means nowing glory. They struggle with life and learn to be beggars. And what kind of nation can be made when history gives the lie to the people and becomes fiction and spends the whole time spouting jargon that turns the masters (leftov…
Art (3 works) · Humanities (3 works) · Aesthetics (1 works) · Caribbean history, culture, and politics (1 works) · Criminology (1 works) · Cruelty (1 works) · Dance (1 works) · History (1 works) · Literature (1 works) · Literature, Culture, and Criticism (1 works)