Heinz Knobloch, Alexandros Papadiamantis, Charels Sealsfield, William Godwin, Edmund Waller, Thomas Otway, Paul Guimard

De Duitse schrijver en feuilletonist Heinz Knobloch werd op 3 maart 1926 in Dresden geboren. Zie ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2010.


Uit: Geisterbahnhöfe


„Wer dabei war …
Als nun am Abend des 9. November 1989 die Mauer durch bewegte Menschen zerbrochen wurde, wollten einige Berliner sehr bald unterirdisch nachsehen, wie es da ausschaute. Sie hatten oft genug über den Stahlplatten gestanden in dieser oder jener Straße. Die hatten ein paar Luftlöcher und gaben ab und zu ein Geräusch her, das so klang, als fahre darunter gerade eine schnelle Bahn. Es handelte sich um die abgedeckten Notausgänge der unterirdischen Bahn, die beileibe nicht als Noteingänge verwendet werden sollten und konnten. Doch etwas Luft mußte bleiben. Sie durfte nicht so abgeschnitten werden wie der Zugang zu den Bahnhöfen.
An jenem sagenhaften 9. November 1989 am frühen Nachmittag, als noch niemand ahnen konnte, was sich am Abend und in der Nacht zutragen würde, an jenem Nachmittag bot sich dem Spaziergänger im Angesicht des Eingangs zum Untergrundbahnhof »Oranienburger Tor«, der unpassierbar stand wie gewohnt, im Schaufenster der Buchhandlung gegenüber ein Anblick; seltsam, ungewohnt und verblüffend.
Undenkbar war er nicht. Im Schaufenster standen, sorgfältig um die »Gesammelten Werke und Schriften« von Erich Honecker gruppiert, die zumeist zweibändigen »Reden und Schriften« von Mielke, Tisch, Hager, Inge Lange und wie sie alle heißen.“



Heinz Knobloch (3 maart 1926 – 24 juli 2003)



De Griekse dichter en schrijver Alexandros Papadiamantis werd geboren op 3 maart 1851 in Hora op het eiland Skiathos. Zie ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2007 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2010.

‘night of suffering’

When my poor eyes
will you close in silence,
offering sleep an’ bitter rest
to me…

Hearken how the nightingale
has crouched in solitude,
listen, listen to the owlet
ending its dirge…

And the stars, withered
lilies of God,
keep turning off an’ falling down
from heavenly lowlands…

And the fishing lamp’s gone
somewhere in the bleak haven,
glimmering the sea’s depths an’
being mirrored on the shore.


Vertaald door Irene Voulgaris 


Alexandros Papadiamantis (3 maart 1851 – 3 januari 1911)




De Oostenrijks-Amerikaanse schrijver Charels Sealsfield (eig. Carl Postl) werd geboren op 3 maart 1793 in Znojmo. Zie ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2007 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2010.


Uit: The Cabin Book


” Ton my word ! a masterpiece of Irish description ! ” exclaimed at last the Chief Judge. ” Not often have I heard anything which has so elastically, drolly, tragi-comically drawn the wild humor of the Irish national character,a comical desperation in the midst of the hardest pressure. Phelim, where did you get the story from ? it is delicious. The most capital gallows story I ever heard, Phelim!” ” Capital! really, capital! ” joined in the General. ” And then so perfectly the reverse of that of the Texan !” observed Colonel Cracker. “Cracker! Cracker!” warned Oakley; “you jump about with the Texan in a manner which I fear will draw upon you a pull of the nose. What can he have done to you ? ” “Pooh! done? I should like to see the one who would do anything to Cracker. I suspect him. I don’t like his looks.” “Don’t like his looks?” said Bently, shaking his head. ” Why, he has the most noble, cheerful, manly face you could see,a real Apollo’s face.” ” Heaven bless your eyes!” laughed Cracker; ” Phelim’s face is, in my opinion, ten times better.” ” And his story, interrupted Meadows, ” twenty times.” ” At any rate, he has carried off the prize,” exclaimed a third. “He has ! he has ! ” chimed in several. ” Also, in the important point of moral,” said a little man with a portly stomach, thick lips, and doleful looks ; ” also in the important point of moral,” he reiterated hastily. ” I find it very exceptionable, the moral of the young man’s story; very immoral, these Texan tendencies.” ” And what do you say to all the stories, director ? ” asked the General (overhearing the immoral tendencies) of his neighbor, who was looking at thepunch-glass with swimming eyes and shaking head.”



Charels Sealsfield (3 maart 1793 – 26 mei 1864)




De Engelse schrijver, journalist, econoom en politiek filosoof. William Godwin werd geboren in Wisbech in Cambridgeshire op 3 maart 1756. Zie ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2010.


Uit: Damon and Delia


The races at Southampton have, for time immemorial, constituted a scene of rivalship, war, and envy. All the passions incident to the human frame have here assumed as true a scope, as in the more noisy and more tragical contentions of statesmen and warriors. Here nature has displayed her most hidden attractions, and art has furnished out the artillery of beauty.

Here the coquet has surprised, and the love-sick nymph has sapped the heart of the unwary swain. The scene has been equally sought by the bolder and more haughty, as by the timid sex. Here the foxhunter has sought a new subject of his boast in the _nonchalance_ of _dishabille_; the peer has played off the dazzling charms of a coronet and a star; and the _petit maître_ has employed the anxious niceties of dress.

Of all the beauties in this brilliant circle, she, who was incomparably the most celebrated, was the graceful Delia. Her person, though not absolutely tall, had an air of dignity. Her form was bewitching, and her neck was alabaster. Her cheeks glowed with the lovely vermilion of nature, her mouth was small and pouting, her lips were coral, and her teeth whiter than the driven snow. Her forehead was bold, high, and polished, her eyebrows were arched, and from beneath them her fine blue eyes shone with intelligence, and sparkled with heedless gaiety. Her hair was of the brightest auburn, it was in the greatest abundance, and when, unfettered by the ligaments of fashion, it flowed about her shoulders and her lovely neck, it presented the most ravishing object that can possibly be imagined.“



 William Godwin (3 maart 1756 – 7 april 1836)


De Engelse dichter en politicus Edmund Waller werd geboren in Coleshill, Buckinghamshire op 3 maart 1606. Zie ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2010.

Old Age 

The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er;
So calm are we when passions are no more.
For then we know how vain it was to boast
Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Conceal that emptiness which age descries.

The soul’s dark cottage, batter’d and decay’d,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time hath made:
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home.
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
That stand upon the threshold of the new.

Edmund Waller (3 maart 1606 – 21 oktober 1687)

Portret door John Riley




De Engelse dichter en schrijver Thomas Otway werd geboren op 3 maart 1652 in Trotton, bij Midhurst. Zie ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2010.


Uit: The Soldier’s Fortune 



Enter Beaugard and his Father.’


Beau. Sir, I say, and say again, no matrimony ;  I’ll not be noosed. Why, I beseech you, sir, tell  me plainly and hirfyy what have I done, that I  deserve to be married }


Father. Why, sauce-box, I, your old fiither, was  married before you were bom.


Beau. Ay, sir, and I thank you, the next thing  you did was, you begot me; the consequence of

which was as follows : As soon as I was born, you  sent me to nurse, where – 1 sucked two years at the  dirty dugs of a foul-feeding witch, that lived in a  thatched sty upon the neighbouring common ; as

soon as I was big enough, that you might be rid of  me, you sent me to a place called a school, to be

slashed and boxed by a ttiick-fisted blockhead, that  could not read himself; where I learned no letters.“



Thomas Otway (3 maart 1652 – 14 april 1685)




Zie voor onderstaande schrijver ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2010.


De Franse schrijver Paul Guimard werd geboren op 3 maart 1921 in Saint-Mars-la-Jaille. Zie ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2007 en ook mijn blog van 3 maart 2009.