J.R.R. Tolkien, Marie Darrieussecq, Alex Wheatle, Cicero, Drieu la Rochelle, Xavier Orville, Jacob Balde

De Engelse schrijver J.R.R. Tolkien werd geboren op 3 januari 1892 in Bloemfontein, Zuid-Afrika. Zie ook alle tags voor J.R.R. Tolkien op dit blog.

Uit: The Lord of the Rings (The Hobbit)

“Not that Belladonna Took ever had any adventures after she became Mrs Bungo Baggins. Bungo, that was Bilbo’s father, built the most luxurious hobbit-hole for her (and partly with her money) that was to be found either under The Hill or over The Hill or across The Water, and there they remained to the end of their days. Still it is probable that Bilbo, her only son, although he looked and behaved exactly like a second edition of his solid and comfortable father, got something a bit queer in his make-up from the Took side, something that only waited for a chance to come out. The chance never arrived, until Bilbo Baggins was grown up, being about fifty years old or so, and living in the beautiful hobbit-hole built by his father, which I have just described for you, until he had in fact apparently settled down immovably.

 

Scene uit de film “The Hobbit” van Peter Jackson, 2012

By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)—Gandalf came by. Gandalf! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about him, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort of remarkable tale. Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion. He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he looked like. He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on businesses of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls.
All that the unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which his long white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots”

 

 J.R.R. Tolkien (3 januari 1892 – 2 september 1973)

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Peter Ghyssaert

De Vlaamse dichter Peter Ghyssaert werd geboren op 3 januari 1966 te Wilrijk. Zie ook alle tags voor Peter Ghyssaert op dit blog.

Marine

De avond tingelt als een theehuisje aan de horizon; maar de stormen
daarachter, het versplinteren van hout en de wrakken die elkaar
angstig opduwen in de haven.

Kom wij maken een wandeling langs dit troebele water vol wier dat
zinkt als lood; nu erven wij een rust die van de hele aarde schijnt te
komen. Maar de schreiende stem en de verre deur die open zwaait in
het landschap; en het trillen van de wind die ons naar het zandkas-
teel brengt.

En wij, luisterend als twee kinderen; kleiner wordend, verdwalend
met het koude, schitterende speelgoed van elkaars gezelschap.

 

Het museum van zoet en brak water

Vitrines vol met tranen;
kasteelvijvers en zoete vennen
in zaal drie.

Nauwelijks voelbaar schuift
branding onder het parket;
uit verstuivers drijft de zeemist

De Afrikaanse waterval
schuimt in een meubel van mahoniehout;
weer bij de uitgang koopt men

washandjes en de brochure
‘Geschiedenis der waterzucht’

Er zijn geen frisdranken te koop;
dit is geen recreatieoord.

Peter Ghyssaert (Wilrijk, 3 januari 1966)