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Conheça Peter Kenny, o maior colecionador Tolkien da Australia

 

Peter Kenny (também conhecido como Fortinbras Proudfoot  e “O maior fã de Tolkien na Australia”)  é o líder da Brisbane Tolkien Fellowship  e fundador da Fortinbras Proudfoot Esq. Foundation, uma associação com o objetivo de promover a literatura entre crianças e jovens.

Peter Kenny possui uma grande coleção de itens e livros relacionados a Tolkien. São mais de 1.000 itens colecionáveis, entre espadas, estandes, jóias, posters  e mais de 400 livros relacionados a Tolkien.

No video a baixo você conhecerá um pouco da trajetória como fã de Peter Kenny e como tudo isso começou.

Agradecemos ao Peter Kenny por disponibilizar o uso do video em nosso site e as informações desse artigo.

Conheça um pouco dessa coleção no video a seguir:

Segue abaixo alguns poemas escritos por Peter Kenny, baseados nas obras de J.R.R.Tolkien:

“Morning Star, Evening Star”

In an age long, long ago,
Wandering through an Elven wood,
A lone warrior did espy
A maiden beautiful to behold.

As dark as the shadows was her hair,
And bright starlight shone in her eyes;
Golden flowers were on her cloak
And blue as the sky was her dress.
An Elven Princess was this maiden,
The “Morning Star” of her people.

Hopelessly in love he did fall,
This mortal man her heart did win.

But her father, the Elven Lord,
On their new found love he did frown.
To be betrothed to his daughter,
This mortal man seemed not worthy,
With his people scattered and few,
And his heritage dispossessed.

A high price was set by the Lord
To win his only daughter’s love.
He set a task to undertake
That seemed difficult to achieve.
With faith, wisdom and steadfast love,
The Princess gave her lover strength.

Against the Dark Lord,
He would succeed,
Against the darkness,
The tide would turn.

The Princess chose a mortal life,
To remain with the one she loved.
After enduring many trials,
In peace they lived for many years.

In this Age, not long ago,
Wandering through an Elven wood,
A lone warrior did espy,
A maiden beautiful to behold.

As dark as the shadows was her hair,
And Elven light shone in her eyes.
Silver and blue coloured her cloak
And gems like stars were on her brow.
An Elven Princess was this maiden,
The “Evening Star” of her people.

Hopelessly in love he did fall,
This mortal man her heart did win.

***

Nesse próximo poema “Mushrooms,” Peter explica que  “Frequentemente uso esse poema em minhas apresentações e dou cópias dela para o público ler.  Então eu peço a elas para recitá-lo. E é sempre interessante e parece legal um grupo recitando com leituras individuais a cada primeira linha dos versos.”

“Mushrooms”

Dark…Night!
Four hobbit lads set out.
The air it made them shiver,
The moon was just a sliver.

Sneak…Quiet!
There was no one about.
They crept along the hedgerow,
Staying quiet and keeping low.

Hoo…Hoot!
A strange noise in the night.
An old owl in a tree top,
Had startled them to a stop.

Look…See!
Lights shining through the trees.
The farmer’s house was alight,
But their goal was now in sight.

Go…Quick!
So little time to pick.
There were mushrooms all around.
The youngsters grabbed all they found.

Bark!… Bark!
The farm dogs were awake.
Four Hobbit lads took to flight,
Running quickly through the night.

Run!… Run!
This wasn’t so much fun.
Racing frightened down the lane,
Safely home they hoped to gain.

Hip!… Hooray!
“We whistled all the way.
Found the mushrooms in the park,
And bravely walked in the dark.

Nothing frightened us at all!”
Well, that’s the story they told to all.

***

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“Esse é um esforço recente, chamado “The Last Ship into the West.” Quando eu o escrevi eu logo postei no facebook e logo artistas locais se ofereceram imediatamente para pintar um quadro baseado nele.” Peter explica. “Outra pintura agora em minha sala.”

“The Last Ship Into the West”

On the headland she stood alone gazing out to the western sea.
As white as light was her dress, her hair as dark as night.

As I came and stood by her side, no recognition did she show.
Her gaze now turned intently, to the harbour far below.
A great white ship was sailing, to the distant west beyond.
She knew it was the last, the last ship into the west.
The ship, it sailed towards the setting sun,
Which laid a golden stream to sail.

We both watched that final ship sail towards the west
And into the golden orb it slowly disappeared.
It was then she raised both her arms as the sun turned all to gold,
And suddenly from the west a great wind began to blow.
Her raven hair streamed out behind, her dress was now all gold,
Sleeves and folds of her dress rose like wings caught in flight.
For a fleeting moment it seemed to appear
That she would simply fly away.

When she lowered down her arms, the wind it died away,
The sun sank into the sea and all about was calm.
Towards me she turned, with strands of hair covering all her face.
When I brushed them aside I saw elven light in her eyes.
A crystal tear on her cheek, sparkled in day’s last light.
Softly with my fingertips I gently wiped it away.
On her lovely lips a sweet smile appeared,
And then she kissed my fingertips.

As we turned our backs to the sea, she clasped my hand in hers.
And in the fading light, a fair green land before us lay.
In the distance small houses were lighting up for the coming night.
Arm in arm we walked towards our new found home.
A place where we could dream together,
Of a future now full of peace and hope.

***

“Ano passado, quando eu estava Premiere do filme O Hobbit, com o tour pelo tapete vermelho. Havia cerca de 108 pessoas naquele tour e foi uma esperiência memorável. Quando eu retornei da viagem, eu escrevi esse poema.”

“Adventure Under Southern Skies”

They came from many lands,
They came to seek adventure;
Adventure under southern skies.
They met one night to make the plans they needed;
Planning carefully for the days ahead,
Of their great adventure.

The road that they followed
Came to a special township
Where all the houses had round doors;
There the travellers enjoyed a pleasant stay
They took away memories to be shared,
Of this great adventure.

Travelling down the road,
They saw mighty volcanoes,
Including the mountain of Doom;
It was here they followed others’ footsteps,
Seeking for hidden places that are famed,
In a great adventure.

The road finally led
To the Premiere City,
And thousands were gathering there;
They’d come to see a great event happen,
A Celebration never to forget;
The biggest event
In our recent memory,
For the smallest of people,
People we admire,
In a story we love;
About an adventure.

They came from many lands,
They came to seek adventure;
Adventure under southern skies.
Their great journey continued many days,
And memories they took home to be shared
Of their great adventure.

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Fonte dos poemas: http://news.mymiddleearth.com/2013/03/24/tolkien-inspired-poetry-by-peter-kenny/

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