05-10-17

Václav Havel, Roberto Juarroz, Stig Dagerman, K.L. Poll, Flann O’,Brien, Denis Diderot, Charlotte Link, José Donoso, Sven Cooremans

 

De Tsjechische schrijver en politicus Václav Havel werd op 5 oktober 1936 in Praag geboren. Zie ook mijn blog van 5 oktober 2009 en ook mijn blog van 5 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Václav Havel op dit blog.

Uit:The Power of the Powerless (Vertaald door Paul Wilson)

A specter is haunting Eastern Europe: the specter of what in the West is called "dissent." This specter has not appeared out of thin air. It is a natural and inevitable consequence of the present historical phase of the system it is haunting. It was born at a time when this system, for a thousand reasons, can no longer base itself on the unadulterated, brutal, and arbitrary application of power, eliminating all expressions of nonconformity. What is more, the system has become so ossified politically that there is practically no way for such nonconformity to be implemented within its official structures.
Who are these so-called dissidents? Where does their point of view come from, and what importance does it have? What is the significance of the "independent initiatives" in which "dissidents" collaborate, and what real chances do such initiatives have of success? Is it appropriate to refer to "dissidents" as an opposition? If so, what exactly is such an opposition within the framework of this system? What does it do? What role does it play in society? What are its hopes and on what are they based? Is it within the power of the "dissidents"—as a category of subcitizen outside the power establishment—to have any influence at all on society and the social system? Can they actually change anything?
I think that an examination of these questions—an examination of the potential of the "powerless"—can only begin with an examination of the nature of power in the circumstances in which these powerless people operate.
Our system is most frequently characterized as a dictatorship or, more precisely, as the dictatorship of a political bureaucracy over a society which has undergone economic and social leveling. I am afraid that the term "dictatorship," regardless of how intelligible it may otherwise be, tends to obscure rather than clarify the real nature of power in this system. We usually associate the term with the notion of a small group of people who take over the government of a given country by force; their power is wielded openly, using the direct instruments of power at their disposal, and they are easily distinguished socially from the majority over whom they rule. One of the essential aspects of this traditional or classical notion of dictatorship is the assumption that it is temporary, ephemeral, lacking historical roots. Its existence seems to be bound up with the lives of those who established it. It is usually local in extent and significance, and regardless of the ideology it utilizes to grant itself legitimacy, its power derives ultimately from the numbers and the armed might of its soldiers and police. The principal threat to its existence is felt to be the possibility that someone better equipped in this sense might appear and overthrow it.”

 

 
Václav Havel (5 oktober 1936 – 18 december 2011)

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15-12-16

Klaus Rifbjerg, Indrek Hirv, Jan Greshoff, Ingo Schulze, Simone van der Vlugt, Edna O’Brien, Hans Carossa, Nicolas Gilbert

 

De Deense dichter en schrijver Klaus Rifbjerg werd geboren op 15 december 1931 in Kopenhagen. Zie ook alle tags voor Klaus Rifbjerg op dit blog.

 

Die Stühle

Die Dünung ist ruhig
regelmäßig
kommt und geht.

Es ist nicht tief hier
und wenn das Meer sich zurückzieht
sitzen alle meine Freunde
auf ihren Stühlen.

Mit bloßen Füßen
die Hosenbeine hochgerollt.
Sie haben keine Angst.

Die Wellen brausen und schäumen
laufen über ihre Füße
verschwinden dann wieder
murmelnd.

Meine Freunde sitzen etwas
zu weit voneinander entfernt
um ein Gespräch zu führen.
Das Meer macht Lärm
und tatsächlich sieht es so aus
als wären sie nur interessiert an
ihrer eigenartigen Lage.
Dämmerung herrscht
die Sonne rollt sichtbar widerwillig
im Westen hinab.
Die Dunkelheit naht.

Ich strenge meine Augen an
um sie allesamt zu sehen.
Schwer unterscheidbar. Schwer
in all dem einen Sinn zu erkennen.
Ich lächele und lächele
hebe die Hand und winke.

Jetzt kommt die Gezeitenwelle
es steigt die Flut.
Das Wasser reicht schon übers Knie.
Doch keiner erhebt sich.
Nicht einer der Freunde verläßt seinen Platz.

Einige verbergen das Gesicht
in den Händen
und einer sieht weg
doch selbst als das Wasser den Hals erreicht
bleiben sie sitzen.

Unter dem glühend ins Schwarz sich färbenden Himmel
renne ich
angstvoll und verwirrt
umher auf dem Strand
niedergedrückt von der ertränkenden Unbeweglichkeit.
Schließlich zerbricht das Meer die Stühle
und hier und dort greift eine Hand
nach den Resten
ein Gesicht leuchtet weiß
es gurgelt in einem Mund.

Der Arbeit ist nicht nachzukommen am Strand
die verfügbaren Rettungsmethoden
sind ineffektiv und veraltet.
Stöhnend werfe ich mich
über die offenen Münder
schnell aber bin ich ermattet
und wer hat den Vorrang
wer?

Der Morgen spült letzte Wrackteile
den Strand hinauf
während der Himmel zerreißt:
ein aufgeblähtes Lungengewebe
über den letzten Krämpfen.


Vertaald door Lutz Volke

 

 
Klaus Rifbjerg (Kopenhagen, 15 december 1931)

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05-10-16

Václav Havel, Roberto Juarroz, Stig Dagerman, K.L. Poll, Flann O’Brien, Denis Diderot, Charlotte Link, Sven Cooremans

 

De Tsjechische schrijver en politicus Václav Havel werd op 5 oktober 1936 in Praag geboren. Zie ook mijn blog van 5 oktober 2009 en ook mijn blog van 5 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Václav Havel op dit blog.

Uit: To the Castle and Back (Vertaald door Paul Wilson)

“I've run away. I've run away to America. I've run away for two months, with the whole family; that is, with Dasa and our two boxers, Sugar and her daughter Madlenka. I've run away in the hope that I will find more time and focus to write something. I haven't been president now for two years, and I'm starting to worry about not having been able to write anything that holds together. When people ask me, as they do all the time, if I'm writing something and what I'm writing, I get mildly annoyed and I say that I've already written enough in my life, certainly more than most of my fellow citizens, and that writing isn't a duty one can perform on demand. I'm here as a guest of the Library of Congress, which has given me a very quiet and pleasant room where I can come whenever I want, to do whatever I want. They ask nothing from me in return. It's wonderful. Among other things, I would like to respond to Mr. HvÌzdala's questions.
I'd like to start the conversation with a question that touches on the second half of the 1980s, when you became the most famous dissident in Central Europe, or-as John Keane wrote-"a star in the theater of opposition." Do you remember the moment when it first occurred to you that you would have to enter into politics, that your role as a playwright, essayist, and thinker would no longer suffice?
In the first place I'd take issue with the designation "star in the theater of opposition." We did everything we could not to separate ourselves into the "stars" and the others. The better known someone among us became, and thus the better protected from arbitrary repression, the more he tried to come out in defense of those who were less known and therefore more vulnerable. The regime, after all, held to the principle of "divide and conquer." To some they said: "How can you, sir, an educated man respected by everyone, demean yourself by associating with such losers?" To others they said: "Don't get mixed up with those guys; they're a protected species. They're always going to lie their way out of trouble, and they'll go scot-free and leave you to pay the price." It's understandable that in such circumstances we placed a special emphasis on the principle of the equality of everyone who somehow expressed opposition to the regime.”

 

 
Václav Havel (5 oktober 1936 – 18 december 2011)

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05-10-15

Roberto Juarroz, Václav Havel, Stig Dagerman, K.L. Poll, Flann O’Brien, Denis Diderot

 

De Argentijnse dichter, essayist en literatuurwetenschapper Roberto Juarroz werd geboren in Coronel Dorrego op 5 oktober 1925. Zie ook mijn blog van 5 oktober 2009 en ook mijn blog van 5 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Roberto Juarroz op dit blog.

 

The most beautiful day

The most beautiful day
lacks something:
its dark side.
Only to a near-sighted god
could light by itself
appear beautiful.

Beside any Let there be light!,
Let there be darkness!
should also be said.

We don't arrive
at necessary night by omission only.

 


Night shuts down sometimes

Night shuts down sometimes
like blocks of stone
and leaves us without space.
My hand then can no longer touch you
to defend us from death
and I can't even touch myself
to defend us from absence.
A vein that springs up in that same stone
separates me from my own thought too.
Thus night is converted
into our first tomb.

 

Now I can only wear old shoes

Now I can only wear old shoes.
The road I follow
wears shoes out from the first step.

But only old shoes
don't despise my road
and only they can arrive
where my road arrives.

After that,
you have to continue barefoot.

 

Vertaald door Mary Crow

 

 
Roberto Juarroz (5 oktober 1925 – 31 maart 1995)

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