domingo, 27 de novembro de 2016

Who killed Norma Jean? (Pete Seeger, 1963)

Who killed Norma Jean?
I, said the City, as a civic duty,
I killed Norma Jean.
Who saw her die?
I, said the Night, and a bedroom light,
We saw her die.
Who'll catch her blood?
I, said the Fan, with my little pan,
I'll catch her blood.
Who'll make her shroud?
I, said the Lover, my guilt to cover,
I'll make her shroud.
Who'll dig her grave?
The tourist will come and join in the fun,
He'll dig her grave.

Who'll be chief mourners?
We who represent, and lose our ten percent.
We'll be the chief mourners.
Who'll bear the pall?
We, said the Press, in pain and distress,
We'll bear the pall.
Who'll toll the bell?
I, screamed the mother, locked in her tower,
I'll pull the bell.
Who'll soon forget?
I, said the Page, beginning to fade,
I'll be the first to forget.

Only a Pawn in Their Game (1964)

A bullet from the back of a bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game

A South politician preaches to the poor white man
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been born with white skin, " they explain
And the Negro's name
Is used, it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
And the marshals and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game



From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoofbeats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game


Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
They lowered him down as a king
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain
Only a pawn in their game

sexta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2016

Homework for November 21

According to your time, answer to both or either of these questions

1. Based on J. Dunlap's article on Bob Dylan and on your own research/knowledge, what do you think the phrase "American Idealism" means? Do you agree that it may be applied to Dylan?


2. Creative Writing Practice: based on the following stanzas from the song "The Ballad of Hollis Brown" , write a continuation for the narrative (in whatever format - song, short story, letter, autobiographical narrative, news report, etc.) in which you include elements of at least two other topics already studied in this class (the spectacle of the West, the penny press and the mixture of fact and fiction in news, detective novels, cartoons and stereotypes, comics and superheroes, etc.). In the end, add a max. of 5 informative lines explaning just which elements you connected).

sábado, 12 de novembro de 2016

Class of November 16

We will meet at 4:00 in Anfiteatro IV to listen to Katherine Fowkes speak on "A Deal with the Devil?: Zombies vs. Tricksters as Cinematic Magic", in the program of the conference Messengers from the Stars, which you are invited to check out here

At the end of the session, you must sign the presence sheet, coming up to me. The session ends at 5:00 but you are welcome to proceed to the visit of the exhibition that will follow.

Also, you can write your comments to the session in this post's comment box.


Leonard, Folk and Pop

Hallelujah, Watchmen movie 2009



The Partisan, 1969


Leonard Cohen (1934-2016)