Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Brazil: 0 France: 1

Do not go gentle into that good night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Iwaya said...

some people thought i was being deeply unpatriotic when i chose brazil over ghana or brazil over any other team, but what does patriotism mean? i always remember something EM Forster said when this topic comes up, "if i have to choose between my country and my friend, may i have the courage to choose my friend."

but back to ronaldo, ronaldo is for me an extraordinarily moving human story, his odyssey from the slums of brazil in rio to the best capitals in the world and the pain and sacrifices inherent in that journey, the heartbreaking betrayals he rallied from again and again, it is his story that moves me. one day i hope i have the ability to write something as beautiful as his most sublime shimmeys and stepovers can be, something as joyful as unselfish smile about him, but for now, allow me to grieve.

Minega said...

Easy mate- he's not dead!

baz said...

"Fuckin' with the wrong nigga"
By Tupac Shakur

"Buck buck!" Was the sound as they gatts burst.
No need for ambulance, bring the black hearse
Should have never fucked around, busta,
How you figure, making moves on the wrong niggas."

Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite! Viva France!

Darlkom said...

My heart broke when Brazil lost and what was left broke when France won. I hate soccer, football, whatever.

CountryBoyi said...

poor felipe scolari, thats one guy i wanted 2 take home gold! as for ronaldo, he long lost his magic 2 fat!

Degstar said...

i am no fan of Brasil, however i know nothing describes them as aptly as this here poem.


You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Maya Angelou.

Just Rich said...

Good riddance to bad rubbish! Viva L"Argenti-....uh, Long live Engla-...hmmm...Let's go Germa-...oh, fuck it! Gonna keep this shit fair and unbiased and just back whoever has the hottest female supporters.
Guess that knocks France out of contention.