TOP 5 things we like about The Writing Club

Top 5 things that we like about The Writing Club:

5 - We are free to speak our minds

4 - We are free to be "gordinhos tensos"

3 - We are free to mock others

2 - We have the coolest and craziest teacher ever

1 - It's nice

Farewell

The writing club is the great answer for everyone who was searching a place
to speak own ideas.
With good subjects and a fun way to guide the students, Miguel, the teacher,
let everybody feeling comfortable to write, speak and improve their English. I support
the idea of writing club keep going on and, for sure, I'm talking by all
students who attend the club...

Regards to everybody

Adrian

A SHORT STORY

WHAT DOES BLACK TASTE LIKE?

1

Only imagine how would it be if couldn´t open your eyes anymore. What would it be if you couldn´t breath without a tube attached to your nostrils anymore. How would it be if you couldn´t even decide anything by yourself anymore. Now sleep over it, will ya?

2

I heard this sound. Some days ago I was supossed to pick up my sister at school as usual. A box with china in it being dropped from a guy at the penthouse of that fancy buildind next to your place may convey the image, the sound.

You see, I have this thing with run-down sidewalks. I keep wondering what it might have looked like from someone standing pretty high ,right above us, right above that street.

A freaking old school video-game game, damn it! That´s what it might have looked like. An arrow moving slowly towards me. Yet, so darn fast, that car.

Coconuts, with lotsa coconut water in it. Beaches. Sunny beaches. Ok then, happier analogies, so you can picture my head hitting the curb.

And everything didn´t turn into darkness. Just me.

3

September 4th 2004?

Don´t know.

Don´t remember.

4

Ok, you guys. That´s about it. I can´t do this, can I? I can´t pulled it off, right? Here, I mean, lying on this bed all day long. Communication, right? You cannot follow me, can you? Is this teenage rock-bottom, me here, all by myself, despite the fact I can hear them and I can feel them and I cannot see them and I cannot feel them.

5

This is worse. I mean, my situation.

During the Second World War, all the hospital all around Europe were jam packed.

So the German soldiers would came in and mistreat all patients who were already on a pretty bad shape, those with no legs and no arms and no heart left to be smashed but this wish to be buried by their beloved ones, their kins.

Then, the nurses and the doctors would relief their patients´suffering, would speed up the whole process, and in their mind they were just nipping the bud, cutting things short,

letting the jews

free,

to go.

6

October 13th 2004

This is fast. And nothing but clichés pop up. Remember when that guy told ya about the beauty of life? Remember that? About doing things while you can, while you are able to? So I know this story about a lady who was doomed to spend the rest of her days suffering like a dog because of a terminal cancer. She could talk, though, and so she chose. "I´ve lived long enough. I´ve had the time, and if there´s something still working inside of me, it´s telling me this could be a good ending, an honor, in fact, to be able to say SWITCH IT OFF, DOC.I WANT TO END IT AT THIS PART."And so she did it. She ended it.

7

Can you sell something you haven´t even finished paying for? I guess not, so the beach flat wouldn´t count.

Mom´s car.

College money.

All the savings.

Minor stuff too.

The new tv set.

The camera.

My laptop.

Someone once told me that music box is worth a good money. Hope they remember it.

My kidney.

My bike.

Jeez.

How the hell are they affording this hospital?

8

I actually try to show them I can feel their presence when they are in the room. Quite easy, actually. I´m getting good at it. For some moment, when I hear the doorknob turning (and that is one loud rusty doorknob) I think of uncle Joe and the pool. This summer day, a while ago, he grabbed me and threw me in the water, to my total dismay and resistance. Not knowing how to swim can easily lead one into panicking. So now, when my folks come over, I try and go back to those two seconds right before hiting the water, and my heart beats up faster and faster, and the beeping they hear from the machine is, in fact, me saying hello.

Natasha Bosch wrote this piece and we are really proud of her.

BLOOMSDAY AT CULTURA

The mass of the cult population got pretty amazed when the posters of "The First Bloomsday of Ponta Grossa" were left on many parts of the city. Those people, of course, didn't get the chance to meet the brain behind the plan. This guy who had the incredible idea of bringing James Joyce's masterpiece Ulysses to discussion, at Cultura Inglesa, known as the best english school ever. This guy is Miguel The Mocker, pretty intelligent guy, and the idea seemed to be working out for the rest of the world, so, why not try it here, in our city...I'm not gonna get into that issue, but the result of that combination was: two skinny guys (Miguel the Mocker and Bruno the Funny Guy) in front of many intelligent people, not trying to explain the book, but clearing up how James Joyce wrote it, and many many parts of his life that most people don't even know. And it was ok for people to not have read the book yet, because nothing was revealing on the lecture.

It started pretty amazing, not letting people out of the group, everyone got the chance to express themselves, speak their minds, talk about other books and the things that most impress them about the way that writers compose their masterpieces.It was not all about Ulysses tough; they talked about his other books, such as Dubliners, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Stephen Hero and more.

Techniques were discussed too. The most incredible thing that happened, was, actually, how those two fellas explain to people that James Joyce piece is not pornographic, just controversial, in several ways. At the end of the lecture, we all got amazing bottoms of James Joyce, and also a free snack, a bologna sandwich, that tasted delicious. For those who have no health problems (like ulcer and diabetes, and other things) they had Irish Coffee. Irish Coffee, is, for general knowledge, a coffee spiced with wiskhy.

In my opinion, it all turned out to be great, and it was a hell of a lecture! We all just have to thank Miguel and Bruno, and Cultura Inglesa for bringing us the Bloomsday, that for sure will be celebrated next year (at least we hope so). Now, don't you wanna live in Ireland, and walk by those streets that one day, Leopold Bloom has walked? We all want that.

Amanda Pertinhes, who sat on the very first row, came up with a review of the event. Thanks Mini!!! And we would also like to thank all the fellas who showed up that Saturday and made it so great for all of us. Thank you a whole fat bunch!!!