Leonard Cohen, Stephen King, Frédéric Beigbeder, Fannie Flag, H.G. Wells, Johann Peter Eckermann

De Canadese dichter, folk singer-songwriter en schrijverLeonard Cohen werd geboren op 21 september 1934 te Montréal. Zie ook mijn blog van 21 september 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Leonard Cohen op dit blog..


I Have Not Lingered In European Monosteries

I Have Not Lingered In European Monosteries
and discovered among the tall grasses tombs of knights
who fell as beautifully as their ballads tell;
I have not parted the grasses
or purposefully left them thatched.

I have not held my breath
so that I might hear the breathing of God
or tamed my heartbeat with an exercise,
or starved for visions.
Although I have watched him often
I have not become the heron,
leaving my body on the shore,
and I have not become the luminous trout,
leaving my body in the air.

I have not worshipped wounds and relics,
or combs of iron,
or bodies wrapped and burnt in scrolls.

I have not been unhappy for ten thousands years.
During the day I laugh and during the night I sleep.
My favourite cooks prepare my meals,
my body cleans and repairs itself,
and all my work goes well.


The only tourist in Havana turns his thoughts homeward

let us govern Canada,
let us find our serious heads,
let us dump asbestos on the White House,
let us make the French talk English,

not only here but everywhere,
let us torture the Senate individually

until they confess,
let us purge the New Party,
let us encourage the dark races

so they’ll be lenient

when they take over,
let us make the CBC talk English,
let us all lean in one direction

and float down

to the coast of Florida,
let us have tourism,
let us flirt with the enemy,
let us smelt pig-iron in our back yards,
let us sell snow

to under-developed nations,
(It is true one of our national leaders
was a Roman Catholic?)
let us terrorize Alaska,
let us unite

Church and State,
let us not take it lying down,
let us have two Governor Generals

at the same time,
let us have another official language,
let us determine what it will be,
let us give a Canada Council Fellowship

to the most original suggestion,
let us teach sex in the home

to parents,
let us threaten to join the U.S.A.

and pull out at the last moment,
my brothers, come,
our serious heads are waiting for us somewhere

like Gladstone bags abandoned

after a coup d’état,
let us put them on very quickly,
let us maintain a stony silence

on the St. Lawrence Seaway.


Leonard Cohen (Montréal, 21 september 1934)


De Amerikaanse schrijver Stephen Edwin King werd geboren in Portland, Maine, op 21 september 1947. Zie ook mijn blog van 21 september 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Stephen King op dit blog.

Uit: The Wind Through The Keyhole

“During the days after they left the Green Palace that wasn’t Oz after all—but which was now the tomb of the unpleas- ant fellow Roland’s ka-tet had known as the Tick-Tock Man—the boy Jake began to range farther and farther ahead of Roland, Eddie, and Susannah.

“Don’t you worry about him?” Susannah asked Roland. “Out there on his own?”

“He’s got Oy with him,” Eddie said, referring to the billy-bumbler who had adopted Jake as his special friend. “Mr. Oy gets along with nice folks all right, but he’s got a mouthful of sharp teeth for those who aren’t so nice. As that guy Gasher found out to his sorrow.”

“Jake also has his father’s gun,” Roland said. “And he knows how to use it. That he knows very well. And he won’t leave the Path of the Beam.” He pointed overhead with his reduced hand. The low-hanging sky was mostly still, but a single corridor of clouds moved steadily southeast. Toward the land of Thunderclap, if the note left behind for them by the man who styled himself RF had told the truth.

Toward the Dark Tower.

“But why—” Susannah began, and then her wheelchair hit a bump. She turned to Eddie. “Watch where you’re pushin me, sugar.”

“Sorry,” Eddie said. “Public Works hasn’t been doing any maintenance along this stretch of the turnpike lately. Must be dealing with budget cuts.”

It wasn’t a turnpike, but it was a road . . . or had been: two ghostly ruts with an occasional tumbledown shack to mark the way. Earlier that morning they had even passed an abandoned store with a barely readable sign: TOOK’S OUT- LAND MERCANTILE. They investigated inside for supplies—Jake and Oy had still been with them then—and had found nothing but dust, ancient cobwebs, and the skeleton of what had been either a large raccoon, a small dog, or a billy-bumbler. Oy had taken a cursory sniff and then pissed on the bones before leaving the store to sit on the hump in the middle of the old road with his squiggle of a tail curled around him. He faced back the way they had come, sniffing the air”.


Stephen King (Portland, 21 september 1947)

De Franse schrijver
Frédéric Beigbeder werd geboren op 21 september 1965 in Neuilly-sur-Seine. Zie ook mijn blog van 21 september 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Frédéric Beigbeder op dit blog.


Uit: L’Amour dure trois ans

” Au début, tout est beau, même vous. Vous n’en revenez pas d’être aussi amoureux. Pendant un an, la vie n’est qu’une succession de matins ensoleillés, même l’après-midi quand il neige. Vous écrivez des livres là-dessus. Vous vous mariez, le plus vite possible – pourquoi réfléchir quand on est heureux ? La deuxième année, les choses commencent à changer. Vous êtes devenu tendre. Vous faites l’amour de moins en moins souvent et vous croyez que ce n’est pas grave. Vous défendez le mariage devant vos copains célibataires qui ne vous reconnaissent plus. Vous-même, êtes-vous sûr de bien vous reconnaître, quand vous récitez la leçon apprise par coeur, en vous retenant de regarder les demoiselles fraîches qui éclairent la rue ? La troisième année, vous ne vous retenez plus de regarder les demoiselles fraîches qui éclairent la rue. Vous sortez de plus en plus souvent : ça vous donne une excuse pour ne plus parler. Vient bientôt le moment où vous ne pouvez plus supporter votre épouse une seconde de plus, puisque vous êtes tombé amoureux, d’une autre. La troisième année, il y a une bonne et une mauvaise nouvelle. La bonne nouvelle : dégoûtée, votre femme vous quitte. La mauvaise nouvelle : vous commencez un nouveau livre. ” —


Frédéric Beigbeder (Neuilly-sur-Seine, 21 september 1965)


De Amerikaanse schrijfster en actrice Fannie Flag (eig. Patricia Neal) werd geboren op 21 september in Birmingham (Alabama). Zie ook mijn blog van 21 september 2010en evenneens alle tags voor Fannie Flag op dit blog.


Uit: Welcome To The World, Baby Girl

““In the late forties Elmwood Springs, in southern Missouri, seems more or less like a thousand other small towns scattered across America.
Downtown is only a block long with a Rexall drugstore on one end and the Elmwood Springs Masonic Hall on the other. If you walk from the Masonic Hall to the Rexall, you will go by the Blue Ribbon cleaners, a Cat’s Paw shoe repair shop with a pink neon shoe in the window, the Morgan Brothers department store, the bank, and a little alley with stairs on one side of a building leading up to the second floor, where the Dixie Cahill School of Tap and Twirl is located. If it is a Saturday morning you’ll hear a lot of heavy tapping and dropping of batons upstairs by the Tappettes, a troop of blue-spangled Elmwood Springs beauties, or at least their parents think so. Past the alley is the Trolley Car diner, where you can get the world’s best chili dog and an orange drink for 15 cents. Just beyond the diner is the New Empress movie theater, and on Saturday afternoons you will see a group of kids lined up outside waiting to go in and see a Western, some cartoons, and a chapter in the Buck Rogers weekly serial. Next is the barber shop and then the Rexall on the corner. Walk down on the other side of the street and you’ll come to the First Methodist Church and then Nordstrom’s Swedish bakery and luncheonette, with the gold star still in the window in honor of their son. Farther on is Miss Alma’s Tea Room, Haygood’s photographic studio, the Western Union, and the post office, the telephone company, and Victor’s florist shop. A narrow set of stairs leads up to Dr. Orr’s “painless” dentist’s office. Warren and Son hardware is next. The son is eighteen-year-old Macky Warren, who is getting ready to marry his girlfriend, Norma, and is nervous about it. Then comes the A & P and the VFW Hall on the corner.”


Fannie Flag (Birmingham, 21 september 1944)


De Britse schrijverHerbert George Wells werd geboren op 21 september 1866 in Bromley, Kent. Zie ook mijn blog van 21 september 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor H. G. Wells op dit blog.


Uit:The Outline Of History

“For centuries Assyria was restrained from expansion towards Egypt by a fresh northward thrust and settlement of another group of Semitic peoples, the Arameans, whose chief citiy was Damascus, and whose descendants are the Syrians of to-day. (There is, we may not, no connection whatever between the words Assyrian and Syrian. It is an accidental similarity.) Across these Syrians the Assyrian kings fought for power and expansion south-westward. In 745 B.C. arose another Tiglath Pileser, Tiglath Pileser III, the Tiglath Pileser of the Bible (II Kings sv.29 & xvi.7 et seq.). He not only directed the transfer of the Israelites to Media (the ‘Lost Ten Tribes’ whose ultimate fate has exercised so many curious minds) but he conquered and ruled Babylon, so founding what historians know as the New Assyrian Empire. His son, Shalmaneser IV (II Kings xvii.3), died during the siege of Samaria, and was succeeded by a usurper, who, no doubt to flatter Babylonian susceptibilities, took the ancient Akkadian Sumerian name of Sargon, Sargon II. He seems to have armed the Assyrian forces for the first time with iron weapons. It was probably Sargon II who actually carried out the deportation of the Ten Tribes.Such shiftings about of population became a very distinctive part of the political methods of the Assyrian new empire. Whole nations wh owere difficult to control in theri native country would be shifted en masse to unaccustomed regions and amidst strange neighbours, where their only hope of survival would lie in obedience to the supreme power.”

H. G. Wells (21 september 1866 – 13 augustus 1946)


De Duitse dichter Johann Peter Eckermann werd geboren op 21 september 1792 in Winsen (Luhe). Hij was bovenal de medewerker en vriend van Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.Zie ook mijn blog van 21 september 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Johann Peter Eckermann op dit blog.


Uit:Gespräche mit Goethe



Vor wenigen Tagen bin ich hier angekommen, heute war ich zuerst bei Goethe. Der Empfang seinerseits war überaus herzlich und der Eindruck seiner Person auf mich der Art, dass ich diesen Tag zu den glücklichsten meines Lebens rechne.

Er hatte mir gestern, als ich anfragen ließ, diesen Mittag zwölf Uhr als die Zeit bestimmt, wo ich ihm willkommen sein würde. Ich ging also zur gedachten Stunde hin und fand den Bedienten auch bereits meiner wartend und sich anschickend mich hinaufzuführen.

Das Innere des Hauses machte auf mich einen sehr angenehmen Eindruck; ohne glänzend zu sein war alles höchst edel und einfach; auch deuteten verschiedene an der Treppe stehende Abgüsse antiker Statuen auf Goethes besondere Neigung zur bildenden Kunst und dem griechischen Altertum. Ich sah verschiedene Frauenzimmer, die unten im Hause geschäftig hin und wieder gingen; auch einen der schönen Knaben Ottiliens, der zutraulich zu mir herankam und mich mit großen Augen anblickte.

Nachdem ich mich ein wenig umgesehen, ging ich sodann mit dem sehr gesprächigen Bedienten die Treppe hinauf zur ersten Etage. Er öffnete ein Zimmer, vor dessen Schwelle man die Zeichen SALVE als gute Vorbedeutung eines freundlichen Willkommenseins überschritt. Er führte mich durch dieses Zimmer hindurch und öffnete ein zweites, etwas geräumigeres, wo er mich zu verweilen bat, indem er ging, mich seinem Herrn zu melden. Hier war die kühlste erquicklichste Luft, auf dem Boden lag ein Teppich gebreitet, auch war es durch ein rotes Kanapee und Stühle von gleicher Farbe überaus heiter möbliert; gleich zur Seite stand ein Flügel, und an den Wänden sah man Handzeichnungen und Gemälde verschiedener Art und Größe”.


Johann Peter Eckermann (21 september 1792 – 3 december 1854)
Eckermann en Goethe (l), krijttekening door Johann Joseph Schmeller, 1828