Viviamo in una società che ha rimosso, svilito, oppresso, demonizzato una serie di valori che, molto sbrigativamente, si possono definire "la nostra parte femminile"(che è presente nelle donne ma anche negli uomini). Di conseguenza, coloro che più di altri incarnano questi valori sono derisi, oppressi, banditi, sterminati...
Per questo viviamo male e siamo infelici.
Per questo assistiamo a tante manifestazioni di violenza contro le donne (ma anche contro uomini "deboli").
E allora mi piace l'idea di dedicare un post e la poesia della domenica alla celebrazione di questi valori!
You're Beautiful
You’re Beautiful because you’re classically trained,
I’m ugly because I associate piano wire with strangulation.
You’re beautiful because you stop to read the cards in newsagents’ windows about lost cats and missing dogs.
I’m ugly because of what I did to that jellyfish with a lolly-stick and a big stone
You’re beautiful because for you, politeness is instinctive, not a marketing campaign
I’m ugly because desperation is impossible to hide.
I’m ugly because I associate piano wire with strangulation.
You’re beautiful because you stop to read the cards in newsagents’ windows about lost cats and missing dogs.
I’m ugly because of what I did to that jellyfish with a lolly-stick and a big stone
You’re beautiful because for you, politeness is instinctive, not a marketing campaign
I’m ugly because desperation is impossible to hide.
Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
You’re beautiful because you believe in coincidence and the power of thought.
I’m ugly because I proved God to be a mathematical impossibility
You’re beautiful because you prefer home-made soup to the packet stuff.
I’m ugly because once, at a dinner party, I defended the aristocracy and wasn’t even drunk.
You’re beautiful because you can’t work the remote control.
I’m ugly because of satellite television and twenty-four hour rolling news.
I’m ugly because I proved God to be a mathematical impossibility
You’re beautiful because you prefer home-made soup to the packet stuff.
I’m ugly because once, at a dinner party, I defended the aristocracy and wasn’t even drunk.
You’re beautiful because you can’t work the remote control.
I’m ugly because of satellite television and twenty-four hour rolling news.
Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
You’re beautiful because you cry at weddings as well as funerals.
I’m ugly because I think .of children as another species from a different world.
You’re beautiful because you look great in any colour including red.
I’m ugly because I think shopping is strictly for the acquisition of material goods.
You’re beautiful because when you were born, undiscovered planets lined up to peep over the rim of your cradle and lay gifts of gravity and light at your miniature feet.
I’m ugly for saying ‘love at first sight’ is another form of mistaken identity and that the most human of all responses is to gloat.
I’m ugly because I think .of children as another species from a different world.
You’re beautiful because you look great in any colour including red.
I’m ugly because I think shopping is strictly for the acquisition of material goods.
You’re beautiful because when you were born, undiscovered planets lined up to peep over the rim of your cradle and lay gifts of gravity and light at your miniature feet.
I’m ugly for saying ‘love at first sight’ is another form of mistaken identity and that the most human of all responses is to gloat.
Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
You’re beautiful because you’ve never seen the inside of a car-wash,
I’m ugly because I always ask for a receipt.
You’re beautiful for sending a box of shoes to the third world.
I’m ugly because I remember the telephone numbers of ex-girlfriends and the year Schubert was born.
You’re beautiful because you sponsored a parrot in a zoo.
I’m ugly because when I sigh it’s like the slow collapse of a circus tent.
I’m ugly because I always ask for a receipt.
You’re beautiful for sending a box of shoes to the third world.
I’m ugly because I remember the telephone numbers of ex-girlfriends and the year Schubert was born.
You’re beautiful because you sponsored a parrot in a zoo.
I’m ugly because when I sigh it’s like the slow collapse of a circus tent.
Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
You’re beautiful because you can point at a man in a uniform and laugh.
I’m ugly because I was a police informer in a previous life.
You’re beautiful because you drink a litre of water and eat three pieces of fruit a day.
I’m ugly for taking the line that a meal without meat is a beautiful woman with one eye.
You’re beautiful because you don’t see love as a competition and you know how to lose.
I’m ugly because I kissed the FA Cup then held it up to the crowd.
I’m ugly because I was a police informer in a previous life.
You’re beautiful because you drink a litre of water and eat three pieces of fruit a day.
I’m ugly for taking the line that a meal without meat is a beautiful woman with one eye.
You’re beautiful because you don’t see love as a competition and you know how to lose.
I’m ugly because I kissed the FA Cup then held it up to the crowd.
You’re beautiful because of a single buttercup in the top buttonhole of your cardigan.
I’m ugly because I said the World’s Strongest Woman was a muscleman in a dress.
You’re beautiful because you couldn’t live in a lighthouse.
I’m ugly for making hand-shadows in front of the giant bulb, so when they look up, the captains of vessels in distress see the ears of a rabbit, or the eye of a fox, or the legs of a galloping black horse.
I’m ugly because I said the World’s Strongest Woman was a muscleman in a dress.
You’re beautiful because you couldn’t live in a lighthouse.
I’m ugly for making hand-shadows in front of the giant bulb, so when they look up, the captains of vessels in distress see the ears of a rabbit, or the eye of a fox, or the legs of a galloping black horse.
Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.
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E la conferenza di Eve Ensler sull'argomento (si possono impostare i sottotitoli in italiano):
3 commenti:
Ciao cara amica...
Bell'argomento su cui fermarsi a riflettere un pochino: "La parte femminile" in ognuno di noi.
E' questo un aspetto, che "noi" uomini preferiamo ignorare. (Il vero UOMO si sa, NON deve chiedere MAI!!)
E' un gran balla, lo so, ma guai a scostarsene, si entrerebbe per l'appunto nella zona vietata dei "Diversi" e, soprattutto in quella dei deboli, destinati come per contratto, ai margini della bella società, perchè l'equazione Correttezza = Debolezza, è purtroppo una triste realtà!
Evviva allora, quelle persone che considerano ancora un valore, la bontà, la solidarietà, il pudore, la correttezza, la lealtà, il saper sognare, e soprattutto saper guardare gli "Altri," senza sentirsi ad un livello superiore di altezza..
Per quanto mi riguarda, sono felice di aver ereditato da mia madre, un pò di dolcezza nei comportamenti, e un amore incondizionato per le favole!
p.s.
La traduzione di You're Beautiful, anche se non rende il senso dell'originale, ugualmente mi piace...
Abbraccio!
Bentornato Monteamaro! E' sempre un piacere leggere le tue riflessioni; è sempre piacevole ospitare un "marziano" come te qui su Venere!
Contraccambio l'abbraccio, che avvicina i nostri lontani pianeti....(ma sono davvero così distanti, poi....?)
Come diceva Jung, se non ci fosse una parte femminile in ogni maschio e una parte maschile in ogni donna, non sarebbe possibile riconoscere l'altro e dialogare, cosa che purtroppo succede troppo spesso.
L'altro o l'altra diventano spesso il sostituto di questa parte eterosessuale interna di cui non abbiamo coscienza.
Ma solo da una relazione amorosa tra gli aspetti femminili e maschili di ciascuno di noi si può sviluppare una personalità minimamente equilibrata.
Giorgio
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