Ernesto Sabato, Yves Bonnefoy, Scott Oden, Matthijs Kleyn, Madelon Székely-Lulofs, Josse Kok

De Argentijnse schrijver Ernesto Sabato werd op 24 juni 1911 geboren in Rojas, een dorp in de provincie Buenos Aires. Zie ook alle tags voor Ernesto Sabato op dit blog.

Uit: The Resistance (Vertaald door D. Ohmans)

“There are days when I arise with a demented hope, moments when I feel that the possibilities of a more human life are within reach of our hands. This is one of those days.
And then, I have set to writing almost groping in the dawn, with urgency, like one who might go into the street to ask for help against the threat of a fire, or like a ship that, at the point of disappearing, were to send a last and fervent signal towards a port it knows is near but deafened by the noise of the city and by the number of billboards that disturb the view.
I ask you that we pause to think of the greatness to which we can still aspire if we dare to value life in another way. I ask that courage of you which situates us on man’s true dimension. Everyone, at one time or another, yields. But there is something unfailing and it is the conviction that–only– spiritual values can save us from this earthquake that threatens the human condition.
While I write to you, I have lingered to touch a rustic statuette that the Tuobas gave to me and which reminded me, like a ray in my memory, of a virtual exposition that they showed me yesterday on a computer, which I should admit seemed to me like something from Mandingo. Because to the extent that we relate in an abstract manner, the further we move from the heart of things and a metaphysical indifference takes charge of us while entities without blood or proper names assume power. Tragically, man is losing dialogue with others and recognition of the world that surrounds him, given that it is there where encounters are made, where love is possible, the supreme gestures of life. Table talk, including the discussions or angers, already seem replaced by the hypnotic vision. Television tantalizes us, we remain almost captivated by it. This effect between magical and malevolent is due, I think, to the excess of its light that overcomes us with its intensity.”

 
Ernesto Sabato (24 juni 1911 – 30 april 2011)

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