14-07-17

Irving Stone, Volker Kaminski, Natalia Ginzburg, Jacques de Lacretelle, Gavrila Derzjavin, Béatrix Beck, Arthur Laurents, Owen Wister, Willard Motley

 

De Amerikaanse schrijver Irving Stone werd geboren op 14 juli 1903 in San Francisco. Zie ook alle tags voor Irving Stone op dit blog.

Uit:Lust for Life

“He did not know how much time passed. He got up, ripped the canvas off the frame, threw it into a corner, and put on a new one. He mixed some paints, sat down, and began work. One starts with a hopeless struggle to follow nature, and everything goes wrong; one ends by calmly creating from one’s palette, and nature agrees with it and follows. On croit que j’imagine—ce n’est pas vrai—je me souviens. It was just as Pietersen had told him in Brussels; he had been too close to his models. He had not been able to get a perspective. He had been pouring himself into the mould of nature; now he poured nature into the mould of himself. He painted the whole thing in the colour of a good, dusty, unpeeled potato. There was the dirty, linen table cloth, the smoky wall, the lamp hanging down from the rough rafters, Stien serving her father with steamed potatoes, the mother pouring the black coffee, the brother lifting a cup to his lips, and on all their faces the calm, patient acceptance of the eternal order of things. The sun rose and a bit of light peered into the storeroom window. Vincent got up from his stool. He felt perfectly calm and peaceful. The twelve days’ excitement was gone. He looked at his work. It reeked of bacon, smoke, and potato steam. He smiled. He had painted his Angelus. He had captured that which does not pass in that which passes. The Brabant peasant would never die.”
(...)

“The fields that push up the corn, and the water that rushes down the ravine, the juice of the grape, and the life of a man as it flows past him, are all one and the same thing. The sole unity in life is the unity of rhythm. A rhythm to which we all dance; men, apples, ravines, ploughed fields, carts among the corn, houses, horses, and the sun. The stuff that is in you, Gauguin, will pound through a grape tomorrow, because you and the grape are one. When I paint a peasant labouring in the field, I want people to feel the peasant flowing down into the soil, just as the corn does, and the soil flowing up into the peasant. I want them to feel the sun pouring into the peasant, into the field, the corn, the plough, and the horses, just as they all pour back into the sun. When you begin to feel the universal rhythm in which everything on earth moves, you begin to understand life….”

 

 
Irving Stone (14 juli 1903 – 26 augustus 1989)
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14-07-16

Irving Stone, Volker Kaminski, Natalia Ginzburg, Jacques de Lacretelle, Gavrila Derzjavin, Béatrix Beck, Arthur Laurents

 

De Amerikaanse schrijver Irving Stone werd geboren op 14 juli 1903 in San Francisco. Zie ook alle tags voor Irving Stone op dit blog.

Uit: Uit: Lust for Life

“The fields that push up the corn, and the water that rushes down the ravine, the juice of the grape, and the life of a man as it flows past him, are all one and the same thing. The sole unity in life is the unity of rhythm. A rhythm to which we all dance; men, apples, ravines, ploughed fields, carts among the corn, houses, horses, and the sun. The stuff that is in you, Gauguin, will pound through a grape tomorrow, because you and the grape are one. When I paint a peasant labouring in the field, I want people to feel the peasant flowing down into the soil, just as the corn does, and the soil flowing up into the peasant. I want them to feel the sun pouring into the peasant, into the field, the corn, the plough, and the horses, just as they all pour back into the sun. When you begin to feel the universal rhythm in which everything on earth moves, you begin to understand life….”
(…)

“I don’t know myself,” he said. “I sit down with a white board before the spot that strikes me, and I say, ‘That white board must become something!’ I work for a long time, I come back home dissatisfied, I put it away in the closet. When I have rested a little I go to look at it with a kind of fear. I am still dissatisfied because I have too clearly in my mind the splendid original to be content with what I have made of it. But after all, I find in my work an echo of what struck me. I see that nature has told me something, has spoken to me, and that I have put it down in shorthand. In my shorthand there may be words that cannot be deciphered, there may be mistakes or gaps, but there is something in it of what the woods or beach or figure has told me. Do you understand?” “No.”

 

 
Irving Stone (14 juli 1903 – 26 augustus 1989)
Kirk Douglas als Vincent van Gogh in de film “Lust for Life” uit 1956

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14-07-14

Irving Stone, Volker Kaminski, Natalia Ginzburg, Jacques de Lacretelle, Gavrila Derzjavin, Béatrix Beck

 

De Amerikaanse schrijver Irving Stone werd geboren op 14 juli 1903 in San Francisco. Zie ook alle tags voor Irving Stone op dit blog.

Uit: The Agony and the Ecstasy

“Julius was dressed in a white linen cassock, his pleated knee-length tunic had tight sleeves, while the elbow-length scarlet velvet cape was trimmed in ermine, as was the scarlet velvet skullcap.
"Ah, Buonarroti, you have returned to us. You are pleased with the statue in Bologna, are you not?"
"It will bring honor on us."
"You see," cried Julius triumphantly, throwing out his arms energetically to include the entire room. "You had no confidence in yourself. When I made this splendid opportunity available to you, you cried out, 'It is not my trade!'" The Pope's mimicking of Michelangelo's slightly hoarse voice brought appreciative laughter from the court. "Now you see how you have made it your trade, by creating a fine bronze."
"You are generous, Holy Father," murmured Michelangelo with a twinge of impatience, his mind occupied with the pile of stained marbles lying just a few hundred yards away.
"I intend to continue being generous," cried the Pope heartily. "I am going to favor you above all the painting masters of Italy."
" . . . 'painting' masters?"
"Yes. I have decided that you are the best artist to complete the work begun by your countrymen Botticelli, Ghirlandaio, Rosselli, whom I myself hired to paint the frieze in the Sistine Chapel. I am commissioning you to complete my uncle Sixtus' chapel by painting the ceiling."
There was a slight patter of applause. Michelangelo was stunned. Nausea gripped him. He had asked Sangallo to make it clear to the Pope that he would return to Rome only to begin carving on the sculptures for the tomb. He cried passionately:
"I am a sculptor, not a painter!"
Julius shook his head in despair.“

 

 
Irving Stone (14 juli 1903 – 26 augustus 1989)
Charlton Heston als Michelangelo in de film “The Agony and the Ecstasy” uit 1965

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14-07-13

Irving Stone, Volker Kaminski, Natalia Ginzburg, Jacques de Lacretelle, Gavrila Derzjavin

 

De Amerikaanse schrijver Irving Stone werd geboren op 14 juli 1903 in San Francisco. Zie ook alle tags voor Irving Stone op dit blog.

 

Uit: Lust for Life

 

“First, we think all truth is beautiful, no matter how hideous its face may seem. We accept all of nature, without any repudiation. We believe there is more beauty in a harsh truth than in a pretty lie, more poetry in earthiness than in all the salons of Paris. We think pain is good because it is the most profound of all human feelings. We think sex is beautiful even when portrayed by a harlot and a pimp. We put character above ugliness, pain above prettiness and hard, crude reality above all the wealth in France. We accept life in its entirety without making moral judgments. We think the prostitute is as good as the countess, the concierge as good as the general, the peasant as good as the cabinet minister, for they all fit into the pattern of nature and are woven into the design of life!”

(…)

 

“I cannot draw a human figure if I don't know the order of his bones, muscles or tendons. Same is that I cannot draw a human face if I don't know what's going on his mind and heart. In order to paint life one must understand not only anatomy, but what people feel and think about the world they live in. The painter who knows his own craft and nothing else will turn out to be a very superficial artist.”

(…)

 

“The paintings that laughed at him merrily from the walls were like nothing he had ever seen or dreamed of. Gone were the flat, thin surfaces. Gone was the sentimental sobriety. Gone was the brown gravy in which Europe had been bathing its pictures for centuries. Here were pictures riotously mad with the sun. With light and air and throbbing vivacity. Paintings of ballet girls backstage, done in primitive reds, greens, and blues thrown next to each other irreverantly. He looked at the signature. Degas.”

 

 

 

Irving Stone (14 juli 1903 – 26 augustus 1989)

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14-07-11

Volker Kaminski, Irving Stone, Natalia Ginzburg, Jacques de Lacretelle, Gavrila Derzjavin

 

De Duitse schrijver Volker Kaminski werd op 14 juli 1958 in Karlsruhe geboren. Kaminski studeerde 1981-1983 aan de universiteit van Freiburg en 1983-1990 aan de Vrije Universiteit van Berlijn Germanistiek en filosofie. Hij werkte als prive-leraar en opvoeder, maakte zijn debuut in 1994 met de novelle "Die letzte Prüfung" en publiceerde romans, diverse korte verhalen en artikelen in kranten, tijdschriften en bloemlezingen. Volker Kaminski werkt als freelance schrijver in Berlijn. In 1995 nam hij deel aan de Ingeborg Bachmann-Wettbewerb in Klagenfurt. Kaminski werd bekroond met de Alfred Doblin beurs 1996 en ontving subsidies ​​van de Kunststiftung Baden-Württemberg en van de Berlijnse Senaat. In 2003 verbeelf hij in het kunstenaarsdorp Schöppingen. In 2008 ontving hij voor drie maanden een beurs voor het Künstlerhaus Edenkoben.

 

Uit: Mit der Strömung

 

Sie trafen sich vor dem Frühstück an der Badebucht. Victor stand auf dem Holzsteg und hatte die Hände hinter dem Rücken verschränkt. Er ließ die Au-gen langsam über die Bucht kreisen. Rechts die Umrisse einer mittelalterlichen Burg, deren Befestigungsmauern bis ans Meer reichten; links vor der Sonne ein runder Kirchturm, so hoch wie ein Leuchtturm; oben in den Hügeln ein steinernes Kastell. Das Dorf schien um neun Uhr morgens noch menschenleer. Trotzdem hatte es schon etwas Ungewöhnliches gegeben; ein mit Blumen und Kränzen geschmückter Wagen war vor die Kirche gefahren, fünfzehn Minuten lang hatte die Glocke geschlagen. Dann war das Auto im Schritttempo durchs Dorf gefahren, gefolgt von einer kleinen Trauergemeinde.
„Heute ist das Meer viel wärmer“, rief Ines vom Ufer. Sie klang fröhlich wie immer. Victor und Sonja gingen hinunter ans Wasser, wo Ines stand und sich mit einer jungen Französin unterhielt. „C’est une catastrophe“, hörte er die Frau sagen. Ein paar Kinder liefen mit Käschern und Plastikeimerchen herum. Sie sammelten Quallen ein - Feuerquallen. Die roten Quallen waren über Nacht auf den Strand zugetrieben. Victor ließ sich von Ines mit spitzem Finger die Stellen im Meer zeigen, wo sich die MEDUSES in Schwärmen herumtrieben. Die Quallen konnten ihnen den ganzen Urlaub verderben, doch Ines lachte und behandelte sie wie eine Sensation.
Es war kühl und windig, obwohl es Mitte Juli war. Bei solchen Temperaturen badete Victor nicht. Auch Sonja war noch nicht schwimmen gewesen. Das Meer musste einen schon unwiderstehlich anlocken, damit man sich unter diesen Umständen hinein getraute.

 

 

Volker Kaminski (Karlsruhe, 14 juli 1958)

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