Robert Graves, Johan Andreas der Mouw, Banana Yoshimoto, Rosemarie Schuder

De Engelse dichter en schrijver Robert Graves werd geboren in Londen (Wimbledon) op 24 juli 1895. Zie ook alle tags voor Robert Graves op dit blog.

 

The Naked And The Nude

For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.

Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.

The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman’s trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.

The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometime nude!

 

Symptoms of Love

Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares –
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?

 

Smoke-Rings

BOY

Most venerable and learned sir,
Tall and true Philosopher,
These rings of smoke you blow all day
With such deep thought, what sense have they?

PHILOSOPHER

Small friend, with prayer and meditation
I make an image of Creation.
And if your mind is working nimble
Straightway you’ll recognize a symbol
Of the endless and eternal ring
Of God, who girdles everything—
God, who in His own form and plan
Moulds the fugitive life of man.
These vaporous toys you watch me make,
That shoot ahead, pause, turn and break—
Some glide far out like sailing ships,
Some weak ones fail me at my lips.
He who ringed His awe in smoke,
When He led forth His captive folk,
In like manner, East, West, North, and South,
Blows us ring-wise from His mouth.

 

Robert Graves (24 juli 1895 – 7 december 1985)

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Katia Mann, Junichirō Tanizaki, Frank Wedekind, Hermann Kasack

De Duitse schrijversvrouw Katia Mann, steun en toeverlaat van de Duitse schrijver Thomas Mann, werd geboren als Katharina Pringsheim op 24 juli 1883 in Feldafing. Zie ook alle tags voor Katia Mann op dit blog.

Uit: Katia Mann: Meine ungeschriebenen Memoiren

“Der Boykott der Nazis war schon 1930 offenkundig, und seine Unbeliebtheit in diesen Kreisen hatte Thomas Mann schon damals augenscheinlich dokumentiert bekommen.
Er hielt im Oktober 1930 im Berliner Beethovensaal einen Vortrag namens “Deutsche Ansprache. Ein Appell an die Vernunft”. Er war eigens hingefahren, um auf dieser Veranstaltng vor den Nazis zu warnen und gegen sie aufzutreten. Der Abend ist mir, mit all dem Aufruhr und all der Aufregung, die er beschwor, unvergeßlich. Von einem wohlmeinenden Publikum war der Saal halb ausverkauft, oben auf der Galerie jedoch saß Herr Arnolt Bronnen mit einigen anderen Gesinnungsgenossen, Pro-Nazi, aggressiv, und sie hätten am liebsten die Ansprache gesprengt. Sie haben furchtbaren Krach gemacht, Thomas Mann immer wieder unterbrochen und: Unsinn! Schluß! und ähnliches von der Galerie gerufen, daß mein Mann für eine Weile zu sprechen aufhören mußte. Es herrschte große Aufregung im Saal.
Da drehte sich das gesamte Publikum gegen die Galerie und rief: Wir wollen Thomas Mann hören. Ruhe da oben!
Es ging daraufhin ziemlich ungestört weiter. Ich saß in der ersten Reihe, auf dem Podium saß Frau Fischer, und Frau Fischer flüsterte immer: Recht bald Schluß machen. Möglichst bald Schluß machen! Aber mein Mann ließ sich gar nicht stören und führte den Vortrag vollständig zu Ende.
Dann kam Bruno Walter zu uns in das Künstlerzimmer und sagte: Wissen Sie, ich würde jetzt nicht die Haupttreppe hinuntergehen. Da kann man nicht wissen, was passiert. Ich bin ja hier zu Hause, im Beethovensaal. Ich führe Sie auf der Hintertreppe hinunter. So geschah es denn auch. Über die Hintertreppe und einige Verbindungsgänge gelangten wir ins Freie, und Bruno Walter führte uns zu seinem Wagen, den er in einem Hof abgestellt hatte, und brachte uns sicher fort.”

 

Katia Mann (24 juli 1883 – 25 april 1980)
Thomas en Katia Mann
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Alexandre Dumas père, E. F. Benson, Betje Wolff, Willie Verhegghe

De Franse dramaturg en schrijver Alexandre Dumas père werd geboren in (Villers-Cotterêts (Aisne) op 24 juli 1802. Zie ook alle tags voor Alexandre Dumas père op dit blog.

Uit: The Three Musketeers (Vertaald doorWilliam Barrow)

“In those times panics were common, and few days passed without some city or other registering in its archives an event of this kind. There were nobles, who made war against each other; there was the king, who made war against the cardinal; there was Spain, which made war against the king. Then, in addition to these concealed or public, secret or open wars, there were robbers, mendicants, Huguenots, wolves, and scoundrels, who made war upon everybody. The citizens always took up arms readily against thieves, wolves or scoundrels, often against nobles or Huguenots, sometimes against the king, but never against cardinal or Spain. It resulted, then, from this habit that on the said first Monday of April, 1625, the citizens, on hearing the clamor, and seeing neither the red-and-yellow standard nor the livery of the Duc de Richelieu, rushed toward the hostel of the Jolly Miller. When arrived there, the cause of the hubbub was apparent to all.

A young man–we can sketch his portrait at a dash. Imagine to yourself a Don Quixote of eighteen; a Don Quixote without his corselet, without his coat of mail, without his cuisses; a Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown; high cheek bones, a sign of sagacity; the maxillary muscles enormously developed, an infallible sign by which a Gascon may always be detected, even without his cap–and our young man wore a cap set off with a sort of feather; the eye open and intelligent; the nose hooked, but finely chiseled. Too big for a youth, too small for a grown man, an experienced eye might have taken him for a farmer’s son upon a journey had it not been for the long sword which, dangling from a leather baldric, hit against the calves of its owner as he walked, and against the rough side of his steed when he was on horseback.”

 

lexandre Dumas père (24 juli 1802 – 5 december 1870)
Portret door Ernestine Philippain
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