18-09-16

Einar Már Gudmundsson, Gerrit Borgers, Doris Mühringer, William March, Jayne-Ann Igel, Jan Mens

 

De IJslandse dichter en schrijver Einar Már Gudmundsson werd op 18 september 1954 geboren in Reykjavík. Zie ook alle tags voor Einar Már Gudmundsson op dit blog en ook mijn blog van 18 september 2010.

 

I Think of You (Fragment)

I think of you
revolving through life
at 78 rpm
so scruffy
that the days no longer fit you
any more than the little anoraks
from our times at the swings
I think of you
amongst the brown sugardrops of memories
which I admit are often black as liquorice
of you
when the sandpit was hollywood
and the little plastic cars in the solemnity of a dream
drove us into the smart homes
from glossy magazine advertisements
that the dentist kept in his waiting-room
I owned
the orange villa on snob hill

I think of you
when we walked the beach
shyly looking at the used condoms
the broken ships
that would never sail again
on their oceanic bummers
and were at best
a refuge of smugglers
and acne-faced boys who wanked
in the rusty holds
mentally getting their first bit
and manky planks
and the yellow mental asylum
and the green island
where the monastery still awaits
the monks who have long since departed
and will never return
except sometimes
disguised as tourists

 

Vertaald door Bernard Scudder

 

 
Einar Már Gudmundsson (Reykjavík, 18 september 1954)

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18-09-11

Einar Már Gudmundsson, Jens Rehn, William March, Jayne-Ann Igel, Justinus Kerner

 

De IJslandse dichter en schrijver Einar Már Gudmundsson werd op 18 september 1954 geboren in Reykjavík. Zie ook mijn blog van 18 september 2010.

 

 

Homer, Singer of Tales

 

One rainy afternoon,

on a ship from a much-travelled dream,

Homer the singer of tales arrived in Reykjavík.

He walked from the quayside

and took a cab that drove him

along rain-grey streets

where sorry houses passed by.

At the crossroads Homer the singer of tales turned

to the driver and said:

'How can it be imagined

that here in this rain-grey

monotony lives a nation of storytellers?'

'That's exactly why,' answered the cab diver,

'you never want to hear

a good tale as much as when the drops

beat on the windows.'

 

When the drops beat on the windows

and the fog gliding into the bay

covers mountain and ocean alike,

nothing worth the telling

except the slush on the streets,

no enchanting song,

no singing sun,

only footprints that vanish

like rain into the ocean,

into the void and the wind

that sings and blows...

Cloaked in grey

time passes along the streets,

the odd bird hovers

dreamlessly above the town,

the clouds' veils of rain

tighten around the throat

and the dark of night pours

like a net over the world.

A man sails a boat out into the ocean,

there is a singing wave,

there is a sleeping house,

a sail wrung in a dream,

the world ripples

across a black sea

and the lights pass

like flames along the streets.

 

 

Vertaald door Bernard Scudder

 

 



Einar Már Gudmundsson (Reykjavík, 18 september 1954)

 

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18-09-10

Armando, Ton Anbeek, Michaël Zeeman, Doris Mühringer, Stephan Sarek, Jayne-Ann Igel, Einar Már Gudmundsson, Jens Rehn, William March, Justinus Kerner, Samuel Johnson, Omer Karel De Laey, Jan Mens, Tomás de Iriarte, Judite Maria de Carvalho

 

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Armando, Ton Anbeek, Michaël Zeeman, Doris Mühringer, Stephan Sarek

 

Zie voor de volgende schrijvers van de 18e september ook bij seniorennet.be mijn vorige blog van vandaag.

 

Jayne-Ann Igel, Einar Már Gudmundsson, Jens Rehn, William March, Justinus Kerner

 

Zie voor de volgende schrijvers van de 18e september ook bij seniorennet.be mijn eerste blog van vandaag.

 

Samuel Johnson, Omer Karel De Laey, Jan Mens, Tomás de Iriarte, Judite Maria de Carvalho