Nadine Gordimer, Viktoria Tokareva, Don DeLillo, Thomas Chatterton

De Zuidafrikaanse schrijfster Nadine Gordimer werd geboren op 20 november 1923 in Springs. Zie ook alle tags voor Nadine Gordimer op dit blog.

Uit: The Moment Before the Gun Went Off

“Marais Van der Vyver shot one of his farm labourers, dead.

An accident. There are accidents with guns every day of the week: children playing a fatal game with a father’s revolver in the cities where guns are domestic objects, and hunting mishaps like this one, in the country. But these won’t be reported all over the world. Van der Vyver knows his will be. He knows that the story of the Afrikaner farmer – a regional Party leader and Commandant of the local security commando – he, shooting a black man who worked for him will fit exactly their version of South Africa. It’s made for them. They’ll be able to use it in their boycott and divestment campaigns. It’ll be another piece of evidence in their truth about the country. The papers at home will quote the story as it has appeared in the overseas press, and in the back-and-forth he and the black man will become those crudely-drawn figures on anti-apartheid banners, units in statistics of white brutality against the blacks quoted at United Nations – he, whom they will gleefully call ‘a leading member’ of the ruling Party.People in the farming community understand how he must feel. Bad enough to have killed a man, without helping the Party’s,the government’s, the country’s enemies, as well.They see the truth of that. They know, reading the Sunday papers, that when Van der Vyver is quoted saying he is ’terribly shocked’, he will ‘look after the wife and children’, none of those Americans and English, and none of those people at home who want to destroy the white man’s power will believe him. And how they will sneer when he even says of the farm boy (according to one paper, if you can trust any of those reporters), ‘He was my friend. I always took him hunting with me: Those city and overseas people don’t know it’s true: farmers usually have one particular black boy they like to take along with them in the lands: you could call it a kind of friend, yes, friends are not only your own white people, like yourself, you take into your house, pray with in church and work with on the Party committee. But how can those others”

 

Nadine Gordimer (Springs. 20 november 1923)

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Sheema Kalbasi, Ursula Ziebarth, Zinaida Hippius, Selma Lagerlöf

De Iraanse dichteres, vertaalster en mensenrechten-advocate Sheema Kalbasi werd geboren op 20 november 1972 in Teheran. Zie ook alle tags voor Sheema Kalbasi op dit blog.

 

Lessen one: A patient dies

Today in my morning round,
Another patient died.
Waiting so patiently for Him to arrive
I saw him leave the bed
With no color on his wings
Another angel at his side.
To the so called bridge of death
Distant vista.

Bleating cries within my sad heart.
Me and my body standing cold
the white uniform crying for cure
no light and the sound of secrets.
All the lectures, all the nursing clams.
the grace of death, pointing at the flying waves.

Bleached with sadness, I walked through the hall.
Deeply I cry, not for the first time
Although it is the first I meet Death.

The rest of the day minding every inch of my bones,
My eyes not clear, but filled with trembling fireflies
Softly we come, softly we go,
Mute path? Not too eager?
For the farewell is on our side!

 

1 and 9

Stars

are shining close

the taste of a summer night…
a quiet night

on the skin
is the light kiss of a fallen leaf

I, barefoot and warm am walking naked.

 

Sheema Kalbasi (Teheran, 20 november 1972)

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