Intertext between Taylor Swift's song Daylight and the poem Milk & Honey

 Isabel Leonardos de Souza- RGM: 32118198

Lara Tauane Andrade Lima- RGM: 33242909

We chose the poem:

love will come

and when love comes 

love will hold you 

love will call your name  

and you will melt

sometimes though  

love will hurt you

but love will never mean

to love will play no games  

cause love knows life

has been hard enough already 

Rupi Kaur will talk in her poem about what love would be and how it can arise in unexpected ways, from the initial phase that everything is magical where sometimes we feel safe and finally loved, causing a sense of comfort and belonging to arise through this feeling, as if we had never found another equal or similar. Furthermore, the poem also highlights the process that can be difficult and painful. However, sincere love has no games or manipulations, as it is understandable enough to be sensitive to the other, that is, to respect who the other is and their limits.

In this we think of Taylor Swift's albums: Red and Lover ( Taylor's Version), which are about the end of a brief toxic relationship and a relationship that lasted for over 6 years that was healthy. There are two songs that describe exactly these processes that the poem highlights 

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Daylight: is a song that talks about what it is to feel true love.Taylor Swift says that love has many facets. It can be described as a burning red flame, black and white, but true love is golden like the light of the day ( Daylight). Besides making an intertext with Red, another of Swift's songs, which symbolizes a fleeting love that feels like driving a new Maserati in a dead end street.

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Red: is a song that talks about a love that is toxic and hurts the one that is being broken up with. She describes that the love from her former relationship was like driving a Maserati down a dead end street. In other words, a toxic relationship that goes so fast that it ends badly for one of the people.

The connection between Rupi's poem and Taylor Swift's Daylight is simple in that the person you are in a healthy relationship with will give themselves completely without any mind games, judgment, or manipulation. A person can be truthful and comfortable with another and show their dark side. Their partner will not judge them but embrace them as a whole. And this is why true love is golden like daylight.

Artistic Production: 

Love can be hard 

as many things in life 

But we still waiting for it

The genuine, the patient

The real one

The one who will care

 Who will share Who will stay 

Love can be cruel

But love will never mean

We can cross many lines that are unforgiven 

But love knows that life has been hard enough

Love can be black and white, burning red

To love will play no games

To love someone truly

is to never look at anything else now that I see you

And when I look at you 

I only see Daylight.

And true love is golden like daylight.

(Not) The Other

Nomes: Amanda Carolina Rodrigues dos Reis e João Paulo Vaz

RGMs: 26250942 e 32831897
Turma e turno: Estudos Linguístico-Discursivos em Língua Inglesa IV - Matutino 

Poem chosen: 

the woman who comes after me will be a bootleg version of who i am.
she will try and write poems for you to erase the ones i’ve left
memorized on your lips but her lines could never punch you in the
stomach the way mine did. she will then try to make love to your body.
but she will never lick, caress, or suck like me. she will be a sad
replacement of the woman you let slip. nothing she does will excite
you and this will break her. when she is tired of falling apart for a man
that doesn’t give back what he takes she will recognize me in your
eyelids staring at her with pity and it’ll hit her. how can she love a man
who is busy loving someone he can never get his hands on again.

Song chosen:

This poem by Kaur evoked our recollection of a musical album by the Japanese singer-songwriter Joji, bearing the title "Smithereens," which was released in 2022:

https://open.spotify.com/album/2hEnymoejldpuxSdTnkard?si=E8DsnvD6QCWD2GpEhWw4fQ&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A2hEnymoejldpuxSdTnkard

The song “Glimpse of Us” featured on the album, as well as Kaur's poem, addresses the profound anguish resulting from the ending of a romantic relationship, coupled with the unwavering certainty that the subsequent union will lack the same authentic intensity as its predecessor, perpetually invoking memories of the past. Both artistic works encapsulate the perspectives of those directly affected. In light of this, we have composed the ensuing text entitled "(Not) The Other," with the aim of exploring this narrative from a third-person perspective: that of the individual who feels relentlessly pursued by the lingering vestiges of an unresolved love between their present partner and their former significant other.

Intertext:

In the attempts of winning you back over, I’ve lost my identity and my essence. So many times. But, honey, I could have done it for many other thousands. I swear, none of these insignificant inconveniences crossing our way mattered. I honestly thanked her for each time you got rejected. By putting you aside, she kept on bringing you back to me, under the sheets. So I’d choose you, on repeat. I really didn’t care, the reason didn’t bother me, or how much you feel for her and said you always will. 

When I tried to insult her, you already had your next lines by heart: “she was my first love”. You knew it didn’t hurt, but there you’d go with the mischievous smirk. It was still me who stayed unconditionally. Unsuccessfully you tried to hide under vague compliments, by making it even more obvious, suggesting I’d look better on this or that, from hair to nails. On your reels, with your friends, you seem way happier than in our proposal frames. Although your excuses were already so predictable, I heard them until the very end, carefully waiting that this one time, the suffixes chosen would finally be different. That eventually and gradually you would get tired of mentioning her name and the “extremely fun times” you two spent together. Every single time I was wrong, though. It was irrelevant being a doppelganger. You were my addiction, I know it may sound corny, but I needed you. Of course your body too, but mostly you, entirely. All I had were scrumptious crumbs, and this fact alone tells me that no matter how miserably you’d treat me, unlike her, I'd stay like a loyal pet. Wiping my tears with your feet, made into a carpet. You made me insecure, yelling in my subconsciousness it was not enough to be just me, I had to be submissive to your pleasure and always be at your disposal when the other was not available.

That was how I used to feel. I wanted to be the only person allowed in your company, VIP, tracing the maps of veins of your whole body with my lips. I tricked myself, you can’t just light the wick if the candle melts. While you were at work, I found an envelope. Hoped it was a joke. All the beautiful words there directed to a nickname at first I thought was mine. Letters I thought were about me, had in fact, not only a glimpse of you both, but a shrine. I tried not to, but I cried. 

Shortly after the internal crisis, it was just time for me to get ready. Driving like crazy, I went to our favorite bar, sat on that exact same far hidden spot and there I had all of our favorite drinks. With the last sip of that stupid clericot, I saw you one last time with that goddess slut. How could you do this to me, on our anniversary?!?! You promised before God on our vows to stay forever. Just tell me, what happened after? What was the true intention you had with this childish play since the beginning? Everything started so abruptly, like a past life meeting. But in fact, it was just you desperately looking for an empty place to sleep inside when the nights were rainy. You hit me once again with your emptiness. FUCK! Drunk, alone, and hopeless, I wanted you to turn around once again, glance at me and tell me your lies, looking deep into my eyes, saying what you said the other times, but now without acting all cold. I wonder what my answer could have been: “You jerk!” Regardless of you not doing the least to try to pull me close once, I brought you the moon, like on that glumpy song you made me listen to. There weren't any monsters under my bed, but a real sleep-paralysis-demon lying on it, making me breathless! 

Look, I can’t fake a smile, but did my best to laugh at all your repeatedly unfunny jokes and even danced at your stupid-ass friend's party without wanting to, only to fit-in a group I looked so gauche in. Bullshit, is a summary. Now that it's over, finally, stop by to pack your trash and disappear from my sight, you have callously fucked my soul. I feel dirty-used, you made me an object of adornment for your need of someone else and for that got me bruised. My time you stole. Enough of the sadism core, what kind of love was that? Not too late to say: no more.

References: 

KAUR, Rupi. Milk and Honey. Andrews McMeel Publishing, 2015.

JOJI, Glimpse of Us, Smithereens. Warner,  2022. 3:53

The Devil in Me

Nome: Fernanda Fortes Navarro de Miranda

RGM: 23052708

Turma: 7N1

Disciplina: Literatura Inglesa e Norte-Americana

Poema escolhido:

Intertexto:

Me identifiquei com vários poemas do livro, mas esse em especial me fez lembrar de um dos maiores desafios que eu enfrento: a autoexpressão. Por falar nisso, a minha primeira ideia de intertexto foi um desenho, já que é algo que eu gosto de fazer e sinto que consigo expressar e libertar emoções durante o processo. Quase desisti de fazer um desenho porque fiquei com vergonha, mas aí pensei: por que não me expressar da forma que eu quero, independente do que vão achar? Afinal, de que serviria a oportunidade de eu me expressar livremente nesse blog se não fosse da forma que eu realmente quisesse? E o resultado foi esse:

Criar esse desenho foi muito prazeroso. No geral, o desenho expressa de forma visual o que a autora expressou no poema de forma escrita: as opiniões, o julgamento, o fogo que cresce, a luz que é difícil de engolir. Além da autoexpressão, o poema também me trouxe a ideia de como uma pessoa quando se expressa pode ser vista como "feia" e "demoníaca", especialmente as mulheres, e a batalha interna e externa de ser metade cortante e metade suave.

A pessoa que julga está com uma espada na boca porque quem fere muitas vezes está ferido e com uma certa semelhança com uma cobra porque as palavras podem ser um veneno para quem elas são direcionadas. No desenho eu também inseri elementos como as mãos o rabo de um escorpião, relacionando as características descritas no poema e as de quem tem esse signo (como eu).

Por fim, eu estava ouvindo música enquanto pintava esse desenho e uma música que tem muito a ver com o poema começou a tocar, dando título ao meu post e gerando mais um intertexto!

Devil in Me - Halsey

"You said I would've hit the ceiling

You said I should eat my feelings

Head held high

I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight

But I still let everyone down when I change in size

And I went tumbling down tryna reach your high

But I scream too loud if I speak my mind

I don't wanna wake it up
The devil in me

Gotta wake up, come back to life

(...)

You said I'm too much to handle

Shine too bright, I burnt the candle

Flew too high"

CONSTRUINDO A MULHER QUE SOU.

 Discentes: Lua e Welida 
RGM: Lua 28120809 e Welida 27956253
Turma e Turno: Estudos Linguístico-Discursivos em Língua Inglesa IV- Noturno

Poema escolhido: 

for you to see beauty here

does not mean

there is beauty in me

it means there is beauty rooted

so deep within you

you can’t help but

see it everywhere

Intertexto:

Triste, Louca ou Má

Canção de Francisco, el Hombre

Triste, louca ou má

Será qualificada

Ela quem recusar

Seguir receita tal

A receita cultural

Do marido, da família

Cuida, cuida da rotina

Só mesmo, rejeita

Bem conhecida receita

Quem não sem dores

Aceita que tudo deve mudar

Que um homem não te define

Sua casa não te define

Você é seu próprio lar

Um homem não te define

Sua casa não te define

 (você é seu próprio lar)

Ela desatinou, desatou nós

Vai viver só

Eu não me vejo na palavra

Fêmea, alvo de caça

Conformada vítima

Prefiro queimar o mapa

Traçar de novo a estrada

Ver cores nas cinzas

E a vida reinventar

E um homem não me define

Minha casa não me define

Obra:

Kaur's chosen poem reminds us of the beauty within each of us, even if we can't see it easily. And the song chosen speaks exactly about the internal struggle of the woman who seeks her construction, strength and beauty.

The song also emphasizes machismo, which puts her in a position of fragility, but finds the strength to free herself and recognize herself as a strong and independent woman. The music takes up that there is beauty not only in appearance, but in the courage to face one's own fears and limits.

Considering Kaur's poem, we brought a mural of women who help us day by day in the construction and perception of women that we are and can become.

Beauty that exists in our essence, regardless of what we say or think.

Ex factor

Nome: André Eduardo Soares Santos

RGM: 21065764

Turma e turno: Literatura Inglesa e Norte-Americana - Noturno

Poema escolhido:

neither of us is happy

but neither of us want to leave

so we keep braking one another

and calling it love

(Rupi Kaur)

Intertexto:

Ao ler milk and honey me deparei com esse poema, que retrata uma historia amorosa, onde um casal que por algum motivo, não consegue se separar e ficam freando um ao outro. Lendo o poema fiz um intertexto com a canção da cantora e compositora Lauryn Hill ‘’ex factor’’ que exprime o que Rupi Kaur nos traz. A musica fala de um casal que insiste em ficar juntos, mesmo sabendo que não dão certo. Como diz neste trecho da musica: ‘’ No matter how I think we grow, You always seem to let me know, It ain't workin', It ain't workin' (no, it ain't workin')’’

Ex factor (Lauryn Hill)

It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

Is this just a silly game
That forces you to act this way?
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can't stay
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin', It ain't workin' (no, it ain't workin')
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy (this is crazy, uh-huh!)

I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself?
As painful as this thing has been
I just can't be with no one else
See I know what we've got to do
You let go, and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin', It ain't workin' (it ain't workin'!)
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy

Care for me, care for me!
I know you care for me!

There for me, there for me!
Said you'd be there for me!

Cry for me, cry for me!
You said you'd die for me!

Give to me, give to me!
Why won't you live for me?!

Com isso, escrevi um poema.

Distantes

Existe algo maior entre a gente além da vontade de querer ficar juntos. Eu acho que a gente precisa falar sobre, ou então, deixar isso de lado e ver se, quem sabe o tempo possa nos ajudar.

É que tanto você quanto eu sabemos que a gente não pode ficar juntos. Não agora pelo menos. É um negócio meio estranho porque sabemos que há vontade, mas sabemos também que existem outras coisas que influenciam nessa nossa decisão. Se fosse só por querer, a gente já tinha resolvido.

 

 

 

Tertúlia Literária

Nome: Raissa Ventura Lopes

RGM: 28089014

Turma e turno: Estudos Linguísticos-Discursivos em Língua Inglesa IV

Poema escolhido: 

my issue with what they consider beautiful 

is their concept of beauty 

centers around excluding people 

i find hair beautiful 

when a woman wears 

it like a garden on her skin 

that is the definition of beauty 

big hooked noses 

pointing upward to the sky 

like they’re rising 

to the occasion 

skin the color of earth 

my ancestors planted crops on 

to feed a lineage of women with 

thighs thick as tree trunks 

eyes like almonds 

deeply hooded with conviction 

the rivers of punjab 

flow through my bloodstream so 

don’t tell me my women 

aren’t as beautiful 

as the ones in 

your country

Intertexto:

The book Milk and Honey written by Rupi Kaur it's a book that has four chapters of personal and touching poems. Shared in this four chapters, the author tell us about violence, family and feminility. For each reader, one of this topics may be more personal, but for me, a black woman, the parts that I felt more sensitive were the ones that Rupi tell us about the troubles and challenges of being a women, and in her case, an indian women. Her problems with the standard of beauty in this poem talks a lot about how the women who are not in this standard feels. In the song "Brown Skin Girl", that belong to the album called "The Lion King", Beyoncé talks about the black beauty, and how we glow and how we are beautiful and unique, valuing our skin color, our hair and bodies.This book and this music are crucial for us, women that are not in what some people call beauty standard, because this kind of work tell us that we are beautiful, and that we have do value ourselves, because not being in this beauty standard means nothing.

Thinking about how often people tells us that we are not beautiful, I took some photos of myself to show that even if some people say that we are not pretty because we are not in some beauty standard, we still rock!!!

Tertúlia literária

NOME: EDUARDO FELIPE 

RGM: 26119137

neither of us is happy

but neither of us wants to leave

so we keep breaking one another

and calling it love.

(rupi kaur)