Romenu

De Britse schrijfster E. L. James (pseudoniem van Erika Leonard) werd op 4 april 1963 in Buckinghamshire als Erika Mitchell geboren.Zie ook alle tags voor E. L. James op dit blog.

Uit: Fifty Shades of Grey

“I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.
“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”
“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this.
“I will. Good luck. And thanks, Ana—as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”
Gathering my backpack, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything. She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful—and she’s my dearest, dearest friend.
The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, Washington, toward Interstate 5. It’s early, and I don’t have to be in Seattle until two this afternoon. Fortunately, Kate has lent me her sporty Mercedes CLK. I’m not sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would make the journey in time. Oh, the Merc is a fun drive, and the miles slip away as I hit the pedal to the metal.
My destination is the headquarters of Mr. Grey’s global enterprise. It’s a huge twenty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architect’s utilitarian fantasy, with GREY HOUSE written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors. It’s a quarter to two when I arrive, greatly relieved that I’m not late as I walk into the enormous—and frankly intimidating—glass, steel, and white sandstone lobby.

Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman smiles pleasantly at me. She’s wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She looks immaculate.”

E. L. James (Buckinghamshire, 4 april 1963)

De Amerikaanse dichteres en schrijfster Maya Angelou (eig. Margueritte Johnson) werd geboren in Saint Louis, Missouri, op 4 april 1928. Zie ook alle tags voor Maya Angelou op dit blog.

Men

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pauses,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.

Maybe.

Maya Angelou (Saint Louis, 4 april 1928)

De Nederlandse dichter en schilder Marko Klomp werd geboren op 4 april 1974 in Goes. Klomp volgde zijn opleiding aan de Academie voor Beeldende Kunsten St.Joost in Breda van 1994 tot 1998 en is sinds 2009 kunstenaarslid van de Pulchri Studio te Den Haag. Hij werd in 2009 genomineerd voor de SKA Haagse Schilderkunst Award. Klomp laat zich in zijn schilderijen leiden door verschillende facetten van het contrast. Het gebruik van een onscherpe focus is kenmerkend voor zijn werk. In 2010 debuteerde Marko Klomp met de gedichtenbundel "Spalken van de levenslijn" uitgegeven door De Witte Uitgeverij.

Schoonmaakbeurt

Ruimtelijkheid komt geen stap verder

ze liggen daar al een tijdje,
sterk vervuild geraakte herinneringen
naast de overvolle afvalbakken

lege handen reinigen en poetsen en
opgebouwde struikelblokken soppen,
in het bekende excuus,

sommige rotzooi mag blijven liggen,
geleefd hebben is binnen
een paar tellen opgeruimd
en verwerkt.

Marko Klomp (Goes, 4 april 1974)