31-08-17

William Saroyan, Éric Zemmour, Wolfgang Hilbig, Elizabeth von Arnim, Théophile Gautier, Raymond P. Hammond

 

De Amerikaanse dichter en schrijver William Saroyan werd geboren op 31 augustus 1908 in Fresno, Californië. Zie ook mijn blog van 31 augustus 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor William Saroyan op dit blog.

Uit: The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapez

“He (the living) dressed and shaved, grinning at himself in the mirror. Very unhandsome, he said; where is my tie? (He had but one.) Coffee and a gray sky, Pacific Ocean fog, the drone of a passing street car, people going to the city, time again, the day, prose and poetry. He moved swiftly down the stairs to the street and began to walk, thinking suddenly. It is only in sleep that we may know we live. There only, in that living death, do we meet ourselves and the far earth, God and the saints, the names of our fathers, the substance of remote moments: it is there that the centuries merge in the moment, that the vast becomes the tiny, tangible atom of eternity.
He walked into the day as alertly as might be, making a definite noise with his heels, perceiving with his eyes the superficial truth of streets and structures, the trivial truth of reality. Helplessly his mind sang, He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring young man on the flying trapeze, then laughed with all the might of his being. It was really a splendid morning: gray, cold, and cheerless, a morning for inward vigor; ah, Edgar Guest, he said, how I long for your music.
In the gutter he saw a coin which proved to be a penny dated 1923, and placing it in the palm of his hand he examined it closely, remembering that year and thinking of Lincoln, whose profile was stamped upon the coin. There was almost nothing a man could do with a penny. I will purchase a motor-car, he thought. I will dress myself in the fashion of a fop, visit the hotel strumpets, drink and dine, and then return to the quiet. Or I will drop the coin into a slot and weigh myself.
It was good to be poor, and the Communists-but it was dreadful to be hungry. What appetites they had, how fond they were of food! Empty stomachs. He remembered how greatly he needed food. Every meal was bread and coffee and cigarettes, and now he had no more bread. Coffee without bread could never honestly serve as supper, and there were no weeds in the park that could be cooked as spinach is cooked.
If the truth were known, he was half starved, and there was still no end of books he ought to read before he died. He remembered the young Italian in a Brooklyn hospital, a small sick clerk named Mollica, who had said desperately, I would like to see California once before I die. And he thought earnestly, I ought at least to read Hamlet once again; or perhaps Huckleberry Finn.”

 

 
William Saroyan (31 augustus 1908 – 18 mei 1981)
Standbeeld in Jerevan

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31-08-16

Dolce far niente, Ernst Stadler, William Saroyan, Éric Zemmour, Wolfgang Hilbig, Elizabeth von Arnim, Théophile Gautier, Raymond P. Hammond

 

Dolce far niente

 

 
The Swan Pond Chiswick door Adebanji Alade, 2011

 

 

Die Efeulauben flimmern

Der Sommermittag lastet auf den weißen
Terrassen und den schlanken Marmortreppen
die Gitter und die goldnen Kuppeln gleißen
leis knirscht der Kies. Vom müden Garten schleppen
sich Rosendüfte her - wo längs der Hecken
der schlaffe Wind entschlief in roten Matten
und geisternd strahlen zwischen Laubverstecken
die Götterbilder über laue Schatten.
Die Efeulauben flimmern. Schwäne wiegen
und spiegeln sich in grundlos grünen Weihern
und große fremde Sonnenfalter fliegen
traumhaft und schillernd zwischen Düfteschleiern.

 

 
Ernst Stadler (11 augustus 1883 – 30 oktober 1914)
Colmar. Ernst Stadler werd geboren in Colmar

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31-08-13

William Saroyan, Wolfgang Hilbig, Raymond P. Hammond, Elizabeth von Arnim, Théophile Gautier

 

De Amerikaanse dichter en schrijver William Saroyan werd geboren op 31 augustus 1908 in Fresno, Californië. Zie ook mijn blog van 31 augustus 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor William Saroyan op dit blog.

 

Uit: The Human Comedy

 

“Dear Homer: First of all. everything of mine at home is yours – to give to Ulysses when you no longer want them : my books, my phonogram, my records, my clothes when you’re ready to fit into them, my bycicle, my microscope, my fishing tackle, my collection of rocks from Piedra, and all the other things of mine at home. They’re yours because you are now the man of the Macauley family of Ithaca. The money I made last year at the packing house I have given to Ma of course, to help out. It is not nearly enough, though. I don’t know how you are going to be able to keep our family together and go to high school at the same time, But I believe you will find a way. My army pay goes to Ma, except for a few dollars that I must have, but this money is not enough either. It isn’t easy for me to hope for so much from you, when I myself did not begin to work until I was 19, but somehow I believe that you will be able to do what I didn’t do.

I miss you of course and I think of you all the time. I am OK and even though I have never believed in wars – and know them foolish even when they are necessary – I am proud that I am involved, since so many others are and this is what’s happening. I do not recognize any enemy which is human, for no human being can be my enemy. Whoever he is, he is my friend. My quarrel is not with him, but with that unfortunate part of him which I seek to destroy in myself first.

I do not feel like a hero. I have no talent for such feelings. I hate no one. I do not feel patriotic either, for I have always loved my country, its people, its towns, my home, and my family. I would rather I were not in the Army. I would rather there were no War. I have no idea what is ahead, but whatever it is I am resigned and ready for it.

I’m terribly afraid – I must tell you this – but I believe that when the time comes I shall do what is right for me. I shall obey no command other than the command of my own heart.”

 

 

 

William Saroyan (31 augustus 1908 – 18 mei 1981)

Standbeeld in Jerevan

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31-08-11

Wolfgang Hilbig, Raymond P. Hammond, Elizabeth von Arnim, William Saroyan, Théophile Gautier

 

De Duitse dichter en schrijver Wolfgang Hilbig werd geboren in Meuselwitz op 31 augustus 1941. Zie ook mijn blog van 31 augustus 2007 en ook mijn blog van 31 augustus 2008 en ook mijn blog van 31 augustus 2009 en ook mijn blog van 31 augustus 2010.

 

 

fragwürdige rückkehr (altes kesselhaus)

 

als wär seither noch keine zeit vergangen
faulen im salpeterweiß die selben wände
und in den winkeln wie seit ewigkeiten hangen
die vagen spinnen noch an ihrer fäden ende

die stühle sind mit staub bedeckt und zeigen
wie nah sie dem zerbrechen sind im golde
der sonnenflecken die durch blind zersprungne scheiben
hereingefallen sind im roten abendneigen

es ist als ob ich wiederkommen sollte
und etwas auch als wollt es mich vertreiben
es ist als ob noch keine zeit vergangen wäre

säumnis -
als zögerte noch immer in den wänden
weil ich nicht wegbleib und nicht wiederkehre
ein feuriger wink von geisterhaften händen.

 

 

 

Die Blumenbetrachtung

 

Fuhren hinaus in den Garten der Herrin

samstags: ich fuhr mit

über Preußens Chausseen

brechend voll von den Kohorten aus Chrom und Blech

umdröhnt von der Freiheit stinkreicher Untertanen –

immer gewärtig jener düster-roten Abendhimmel

und des scharfen trockenen Winds vor Gewittern.

Oh dann folgt ich ihr mit Blicken dort im Garten:

und sie

wie eine Königin schritt sie durch das Licht

um ihre Blumen zu besichtigen

und mit erlesner Wägung dreier Fingerspitzen

anzuheben jedes Blütenhaupt: anzuheben leicht wie Phalli –

so sacht wie dus nicht spüren kannst nicht wahrnimmst

und leichter als es dir im Denken dunkelte am Abend

so ohne Weh:

ach wie ich träumen werde nach dem

Abzug der Gewitter

träumen wie Tau im Licht das sich im Blick der Blüten bricht.

 

 

 

Wolfgang Hilbig (31 augustus 1941 - 2 juni 2007)

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31-08-10

Wolfgang Hilbig, Raymond P. Hammond, Elizabeth von Arnim, William Saroyan, Théophile Gautier

 

Zie voor de volgende schrijvers van de 31e augustus mijn blog bij seniorennet.be

  

Wolfgang Hilbig, Raymond P. Hammond, Elizabeth von Arnim, William Saroyan, Théophile Gautier