30 January 2008

Let's Celebrate Notting Hill Carnival


Notting Hill Carnival is the most popular place to be on what the British call August Bank Holiday Monday. Millions are drawn to Europe's greatest street festival to look at the bands (groups) of mas players, masqueraders (costumed dancers) dressed in every imaginable colour of the artistic palette mashing down de Grove ( dancing on the streets) of Ladbroke Grove as they wend their way to the parade route.
The stage is set for Carnival.
This is Carnival as we all know it. All the ingredients are present: there is the masquerade (the collective ritual celebration), public space transformed into a theatrical stage to play the mas (actual enactment of that costume) through kinesics/dance, mime, and specific gestures to tell a specific story; there is the mas itself (costumes) and music to create the extravagantly devised spectacle.
Every masquerade band has a specific theme. The mas man/woman (a carnival, creative artist) aims to depict a specific idea through the specially designed mas (the costume). Designs, however, do not simply occur. Each designer has an artistic repertoire: a range of possible and permissible ideas.
Carnival, mas and its accompanying Carnival Arts celebrate life in a very sophisticated, highly artistic way.
Here we are not looking at a generic Carnival. We are looking at a historical and culturally specific model, which has its origins not only in the African traditions that were transported to the Caribbean but also in the European traditions brought by the various colonizers.
This Carnival - from which Notting Hill and other Carnivals across Britain evolved - has its origins specifically in Trinidad & Tobago. It was transported to this country by economically marginalized peoples who migrated to Britain seeking a better life.
Today, Carnival is continually evolving. The traditional Trinidadian form now reflects the social and political experiences of Afro-Caribbean people in Britain.

Welcome To My Black Parade

Out there the rain falls

Creating disfigured faces

People build their day

Everyone tries to make

Another beautiful way

Another collection of all the pieces



Inside there’s nothing to

Leave behind the walls

There’s nothing to bother

You in your pain

And that pain is more than

You can handle

More than you can support

More than you can carry in your back

And you fall on your knees

Looking around searching a familiar face

Something to cling to…

But there’s nothing

Nothing and nobody for you


Out there the rain falls

Creating disfigured faces

Everyone lived their ordinary day

Not minding with the life that fades away…
Sara Marques, 1009

Tiredness


I am getting tired of this tired pulsation of time

I am getting sick of this sickness equality in whole life


The same fears, the same dreams
The same doubts, the same things


That makes your hearts empty,

Or full of nothing

And then you realise it,

You try to hide it,

Try to think about other things


Just to erase that little

Think of pain from your heart

That makes your social masks fall apart


And you get exposed

To the atrocities of reality

SSShhhhh! don’t make a noise

Just let yourself drown very softly…
Sara Marques, 1009

12 December 2007

Sing my song - Solitude


How many times, do I ever try to run?
How many times, do I ever try to hide myself?
Waiting, forgotten, for someone who’ll never come
How many times, do I ever come back to your arms?

Oh solitude, stay with me
There’s only you
Oh solitude, there’s forever me and forever you
And together we break from inside…

How can you torture me so sweetly?
Why can’t I escape from your heavy spell?
Why do all the questions end up in your silence?
Why do all the reasons fall at your demand?

Oh solitude, stay with me
There’s only you

Oh solitude, I can’t abandon you,
I can’t leave you, not a part of me…

Don’t go solitude, unless you…
Don’t leave solitude, don’t you?
Hold on to me solitude, revive me and express me
And then when I’ll be in the highest sky…

Cut my wings, see me fall back into your arms…
Sara Marques, 1009

5 December 2007

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Happy Christmas - War Is Over

Remembering John Lennon
(9.10.1940 - 8.12.1980)

Creative Writing 801

We love Christmas, because it is a wonderful time.
The twelve days of Christmas are the days that separate Christmas Day,
December 25, from Epiphany, January 6.
In the past there was a tradition of giving gifts throughout the twelve days instead of giving them all on the morning of December 25.
We aren’t that patient any more!
At Christmas, people give each other presents. This tradition seems to have started with the gifts the Wise Men brought to Jesus: gifts of gold, incense and myrrh. Later the habit of exchanging gifts began.
Curiosities
What do Santa Claus and Coca Cola have in common?
In 1931, Haddon Sundblom was the artist who made Santa Claus look like the person he is today: a jovial face with a big white beard. It was created for an ad campaign for the Coca Cola Company!
What are the names of the reindeer?
Here they are: Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, Dancer, Dasher, Donder, Prancer,Vixen, and of course the leader is Rudolf, the Red-Nosed Reindeer because he’s the only one that can see through the fog according to the song!
We love Christmas, because it’s nice, cool, with lots of spirits and it is just around the corner.
We like Christmas, because we are with our family. We give and receive gifts, we decorate the Xmas tree and some may kiss under the mistletoe.
Ana Sofia , Artur , Joana , Marli
801

Plain White T's

Thanks João... cool!

Hey there Delilah


Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.
João Carriço 801