14-05-17

Dante Alighieri, Krister Axel, Jens Sparschuh, Evelyn Sanders, Walter E. Richartz, Kasper Peters, Karin Struck

 

De Italiaanse dichter Dante Alighieri werd tussen 14 mei en 13 juni 1265 (volgens hemzelf in de Divina Comedia in de Goede Week en in het teken van de Tweelingen) in Florence geboren. Zie ook alle tags voor Dante Alighieri op dit blog.

Uit: Divina Comedia Canto I (Fragment)

Are aim’d at by this bow; but even those,
That have intelligence and love, are pierced.
That Providence, who so well orders all,
With her own light makes ever calm the Heaven,
In which the substance, that hath greatest speed,
Is turn’d: and thither now, as to our seat
Predestined, we are carried by the force
Of that strong cord, that never looses dart
But at fair aim and glad. Yet is it true,
That as, oft-times, but ill accords the form
To the design of art, through sluggishness
Or unreplying matter; so this course
Is sometimes quitted by the creature, who
Hath power, directed thus, to bend elsewhere;
As from a cloud the fire is seen to fall,
From its original impulse warp’d, to earth,
By vitious fondness. Thou no more admire
Thy soaring (if I rightly deem) that lapse
Of torrent downward from a mountain’s height.
There would in thee for wonder be more cause,
If, free of hindrance, thou hadst stay’d below,
As living fire unmoved upon the earth.”
So said, she turn’d toward the Heaven her face.
ALL ye, who in small bark have following sail’d,
Eager to listen, on the adventurous track
Of my proud keel, that singing cuts her way,
Backward return with speed, and your own shores
Revisit; nor put out to open sea,
Where losing me, perchance ye may remain
Bewilder’d in deep maze. The way I pass,
Ne’er yet was run: Minerva breathes the gale;
Apollo guides me; and another Nine,
To my rapt sight, the arctic beams reveal.

 

Vertaald door H. F. Cary

 

 
Dante Alighieri (14 mei/13 juni 1265 - 13/14 september 1321)
Portret in de kathedraal van Orvieto

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14-05-16

Krister Axel, Jens Sparschuh, Evelyn Sanders, Walter E. Richartz, Karin Struck, Kasper Peters

 

De Amerikaanse dichter en musicus Krister Axel werd geboren op 14 mei 1974 in Parijs.Zie ook alle tags voor Krister Alex op dit blog.

 

Georgia rain

I set out in the morning
And she's watching over me
This angel on my shoulder
Crying into the sea

Georgia rain in my walking shoes
I've got nothing to lose

Tell me you won't fade out
Now the clouds are rolling in
Maybe you remember
Almost losing everything

Georgia rain in my walking shoes
I've got nothing to lose
Somebody shine a light on me

Georgia rain

 

 
Krister Axel (Parijs, 14 mei 1974)

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14-05-15

Jens Sparschuh, Krister Axel, Evelyn Sanders, Walter E. Richartz, Karin Struck, Kasper Peters

 

De Duitse schrijver Jens Sparschuh werd geboren op 14 mei 1955 in Karl-Marx-Stadt en groeide op in Oost-Berlijn Zie ook alle tags voor Jens Sparschuh op dit blog.

Uit: Ende der Sommerzeit

"Als Nabokov 1917 mit seinen Eltern auf der Flucht war, gerät auf einem irgendwo in der Ukraine gelegenen Bahnhof sein Spazierstock unter die Räder des langsam Fahrt aufnehmenden Eisenbahnzuges. Und da kommt es zu einer Szene, die herzerschütternd schön ist. Nabokov setzt alles daran, den Stock wiederzubekommen. Als er ihn hat, bemerkt er, dass der Zug langsam wegfährt. Er rennt dem schneller werdenden Zug hinterher, und da streckt sich ihm ein Rotarmisten-Arm entgegen, der, so schreibt es Nabokov, alle Regeln des Marxismus außer acht lassend, sich eher an die Vorgaben eines wunderbaren Trivialromans hält, und dem Mann auf den Zug hilft. Und das ist eine Umsetzung dessen, was für Nabokovs gesamtes Werk zentral und wichtig ist: Es zählt nur das Einzelne. Vergiss' alle Ideologien, vergiss' alles, was dir die Obrigkeit sagt - es gibt Situationen, da musst du nur helfen."

 

 
Jens Sparschuh (Karl-Marx-Stadt, 14 mei 1955)

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14-05-11

Krister Axel, Evelyn Sanders, Walter E. Richartz, Karin Struck, Kasper Peters, Arjen Bakker

 

De Amerikaanse dichter en musicus Krister Axelwerd geboren op 14 mei 1974 in Parijs. Zie ook mijn blog van 14 mei 2009 en ook mijn blog van 14 mei 2010.

 

 

After the Derby

 

God I’ve waited for this
The rush of sounds this madness
Of purpose in such perfect stealth
And when I understand the greatness
Of this world in simple terms
The presence of kindred spirits
Moments of authenticity
The birth of a revolution

 

 

 

The Arrival

 

Strong words like big rocks
Leaning against each other this
Garden of giants
You came ashore like an eclipse
And blinded us all. In
The shape of a promise
The wings of a summer day
Spread their feathers across the sky
It was like magic, unpolished
From some ancient place
And it didn’t rain
As if the clouds couldn’t speak
The illusion of innocence
But the heart knows better
Cold to the touch, yet
Hot like a black stove
In the sun

 

 

 

Krister Axel (Parijs, 14 mei 1974)

 

 

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