Umberto Eco, Paul Ingendaay, Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, László Krasznahorkai, Friedrich Dürrenmatt

 De Italiaanse schrijver Umberto Eco werd geboren op 5 januari 1932 in Allasandria. Zie ook alle tags voor Umberto Eco op dit blog.

Uit: The Prague Cemetery (Vertaald door Richard Dixon)

“A passerby on that gray morning in March 1897, crossing, at his own risk and peril, Place Maubert, or the Maub, as it was known in criminal circles (formerly a center of university life in the Middle Ages, when students flocked there from the Faculty of Arts in Vicus Stramineus, or Rue du Fouarre, and later a place of execution for apostles of free thought such as Étienne Dolet), would have found himself in one of the few spots in Paris spared from Baron Haussmann’s devastations, amid a tangle of malodorous alleys, sliced in two by the course of the Bièvre, which still emerged here, flowing out from the bowels of the metropolis, where it had long been confined, before emptying feverish, gasping, and verminous into the nearby Seine. From Place Maubert, already scarred by Boulevard Saint-Germain, a web of narrow lanes still branched off, such as Rue Maître-Albert, Rue Saint-Séverin, Rue Galande, Rue de la Bûcherie, Rue Saint-Julien-le-Pauvre, as far as Rue de la Huchette, littered with filthy hotels generally run by Auvergnat hoteliers of legendary cupidity, who demanded one franc for the first night and 40 centimes thereafter (plus 20 sous if you wanted a sheet).
If he were to turn into what was later to become Rue Sauton but was then still Rue d’Amboise, about halfway along the street, between a brothel masquerading as a brasserie and a tavern that served dinner with foul wine for two sous (cheap even then, but all that was affordable to students from the nearby Sorbonne), he would have found an impasse, or blind alley, which by that time was called Impasse Maubert, but up to 1865 had been called Cul-de-sac d’Amboise, and years earlier had housed a tapis-franc (in underworld slang, a tavern, a hostelry of ill fame, usually run by an ex-convict, and the haunt of felons just released from jail), and was also notorious because in the 18th century there had stood here the laboratory of three celebrated women poisoners, found one day asphyxiated by the deadly substances they were distilling on their stoves.”

 

 
Umberto Eco (Allasandria, 5 januari 1932)

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Luisa Futoransky, Forough Farokhzad, Yevgeni Popov, William Snodgrass

De Argentijnse dichteres en schrijfster Luisa Futoransky werd geboren op 5 januari 1939 in Buenos Aires. Zie ook alle tags voor Luisa Futoransky op dit blog.

 

Tatoong

Golden buddhas of Tatoong with their centers of balance in flames
buddhas with guardians strumming wise mandolins to help them sleep

meanwhile the interpreter strives before a shining trinity
explaining that the figures on the sides are the secretaries
but without specifying as to what faction, which cosmic party
what paperwork they have to fill out to pass from the blue
to the orange of illumination

how many incarnations at the mercy of the elements in the shacks of Yunnan
how much silk and manure and horse sweat
and yak’s milk so that the gust of silence and wind
causes me to doubt my light and shadow

but the Japanese are filming murmured sequences
of martial arts at the feet of the Contemplator
and after we go off in our buses to empty ourselves
of more dinners, more temples, more purchases

what do these tens of thousands of buddhas do at night
to be so happy and composed the next morning?

 

Circery

I changed
these men into little poems
and confined them to books and journals
because, nowadays,
it’s not worth
going about finding them acorns
or daisies for holy days.

As for Ulysses, the guy from Ithaca,
tell him my oven’s already full
of asps, toads
and mastodons like him.
Besides, the (circus) game
of resurrections
is no longer my specialty.
Now I weave.
Believe me.

 

Vertaald door Jason Weiss

 

 
Luisa Futoransky (Buenos Aires, 5 januari 1939)

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Pierre Seghers, Fred Wander, Humbert Wolfe, Stella Gibbons, Terenci Moix

De Franse dichter en uitgever Pierre Seghers werd geboren op 5 januari 1906 in Parijs. Zie ook alle tags voor Pierre Seghers op dit blog.

 

La vie

Ainsi passe la vie, de l’un à l’autre va
Se fait et se défait, s’invente, se prolonge
S’endort dans des maisons que bâtissent les songes
Se rêve et s’éveillant ne se reconnaît pas

Ainsi passe la vie. Quand le soleil va naître
Il partage déjà ses hautes graminées
Ses nuages, ses fleurs, ses défuntes années
Son devenir de feux passant dans nos fenêtres

Ainsi passe la vie. On entend des bourdons
Tracer dans la lumière un sillage illusoire
Pour lui seul le poète écoute ses histoires
Et plonge au cœur des fleurs pour apprendre leur nom

Ainsi passe la vie à surprendre un langage
Inaudible et pourtant comme l’herbe vivant
De l’éternel azur qui n’est fait que de vents
De silence, d’attente, et d’autres paysages

 

 
Pierre Seghers (5 januari 1906 – 4 november 1987)
Hier met de acteur Gerard Philipe die zijn gedichten leest, 1955

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