11-09-17

David van Reybrouck, Murat Isik, D.H. Lawrence, Eddy van Vliet, Andre Dubus III, Tomas Venclova, Merrill Moore, Barbara Bongartz, Adam Asnyk

 

De Vlaamse dichter, schrijver en wetenschapper David Van Reybrouck werd geboren in Brugge op 11 september 1971. Zie ook mijn blog van 11 september 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor David van Reybrouck op dit blog.

 

Zink
in memoriam Lisbé Smuts-Smith

1
Veeg de sneeuw van de daken
vouw de vogels weer dicht
laat de winter nog slapen
doe iets aan het licht

Sluit de tuin en strooi kiezels
in het bord van het kind
pluk messen en wespen
plet van perziken de pit.

(Gordijnen wil men en aceton
en al wat de lente vertraagt.
Slavernij desnoods of spoorwegen
of ergens iets desolaats.)


2
Nu klotst het water zaagt men hout
blaffen honden brutaal

Nu zit ik hier in deze vlei
te roeien naar een taal

Papyrus zingt de ibis vliegt
de stilte hoort men niet

De boot valt stil wij stappen uit
en rillen met het riet

Onder het water zal mijn adem
trager woorden blazen

Dit machteloze schrijven
is een vroege vorm van zwijgen -

 

 
David van Reybrouck (Brugge, 11 september 1971)

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11-09-16

Adam Asnyk, James Thomson, Thomas Parnell, Fitz Hugh Ludlow, Johann Jakob Engel

 

De Poolse dichter en toneelschrijver Adam Asnyk werd geboren op 11 september 1838 in Kalisz. Zie ook alle tags voor Adam Asnyk op dit blog en ook mijn blog van 11 september 2010.

 

No, nothing happened there between us two

No, nothing happened there between us two.
Confessions none, no secrets to reveal.
No obligations had we to pursue,
But for the springtide fancies so unreal;

But for the fragrances and colors bright
That floated freely in the mirthful air,
But for the singing groves by day or night,
And all the green and fragrant meadows there;

But for the brooks and waterfalls up high
That cheerfully sprinkled every gorge and dell,
But for the clouds and rainbows in the sky,
But for the nature’s of all sweetest spell.

But for the lucid fountains we did share,
Wherefrom our hearts would drink delights so true,
But for the primroses and bindweeds there,
No, nothing happened there between us two.


Vertaald door Jarek Zawadzki

 

 
Adam Asnyk (11 september 1838 – 2 augustus 1897)
Adam Asnyk en de muze, geschilderd door Jacek Malczewski 

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11-09-11

O. Henry, Joachim Fernau, Peter Hille, Adam Asnyk, James Thomson, Thomas Parnell, Fitz Hugh Ludlow, Johann Jakob Engel

 

De Amerikaanse schrijver O.Henry, pseudoniem van William Sydney Porter , werd geboren in Greensboro (North Carolina) op 11 september 1862. Zie ook mijn blog van 11 september 2008 en ook mijn blog van 11 september 2009 en ook mijn blog van 11 september 2010.

 

Uit: The Gift of the Magi

 

“There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim’s gold watch that had been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other was Delia’s hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Delia would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty’s jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped and sign read: “Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.” One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the “Sofronie.”.
“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.
“I buy hair,” said Madame. “Take yer hat off and let’s have a sight at the looks of it.”
Down rippled the brown cascade.
“Twenty dollars,” said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
“Give it to me quick,” said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim’s present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation—as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim’s. It was like him. Quietness and value—the description applied to both.”

 

O. Henry (11 september 1862 – 5 juni 1910)

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11-09-10

D.H. Lawrence, Eddy van Vliet, Barbara Bongartz, Tomas Venclova, O. Henry, Joachim Fernau, Peter Hille, Adam Asnyk, Fitz Hugh Ludlow, James Thomson, Thomas Parnell, Johann Jakob Engel

 

Zie voor de volgende schrijvers van de 11e september mijn blog bij seniorennet.be 

  

D.H. Lawrence, Eddy van Vliet, Barbara Bongartz, Tomas Venclova, O. Henry, Joachim Fernau

 

Zie voor de volgende schrijvers van de 11e september ook bij seniorennet.be mijn vorige blog van vandaag. 

 

Peter Hille, Adam Asnyk, Fitz Hugh Ludlow, James Thomson, Thomas Parnell, Johann Jakob Engel