De Engelse komiek, schrijver, acteur en presentator Stephen John Fry werd geboren in Londen op 24 augustus 1957. Zie ook alle tags voor Stephen Fry op dit blog.
Uit: More Fool Me
“So I now must consider how to present to you this third edition of my life. It must be confessed that this book is an act as vain and narcissistic as can be imagined: the third volume of my life story?
There are plenty of wholly serviceable single¬-volume lives of Napoleon, Socrates, Jesus Christ, Churchill and even Katie Price. So by what panty¬-dribbling right do I present a weary public with yet another stream of anecdote, autobiography and confessional?
The first I wrote was a memoir of childhood, the second a chronicle of university and the lucky concatenation of circumstances that led to my being able to pursue a career in performing, writing and broadcasting. Between the end of that second book and this very minute, the minute now that I am using to type this sentence, lies over a quarter of a century of my milling about on television, in films, on radio, writing here and there, getting myself into trouble one way or another, becoming a representative of madness, Twitter, homosexuality, atheism, annoying ubiquity and whatever other kinds of activity you might choose to associate with me.
I am making the assumption that in picking up this book you know more or less who I am. I am keenly aware – how could I not be? – that if one is in the public eye then people will have some sort of view. There are those who thoroughly loathe me. Even though I don’t read newspapers or receive violent abuse in the street, I know well enough that there are many members of the British public, and I daresay the publics of other countries, who think me smug, attention¬-seeking, false, complacent, self-regarding, pseudo-¬intellectual and unbearably irritating: diabolical. I can quite see why they would. There are others who embarrass me charmingly by their wild enthusiasm; they shower me with praise and attribute qualities to me that seem almost to verge on the divine.
I don’t want this book to be riddled with too much self¬-consciousness. There is a lot to say about the end of the 1980s and early 1990s, and you may find the way I go about it to be meandering. I hope a chronology of sorts will emerge as I bounce from theme to theme. There will inevitably be anecdotes of one kind or another, but it is not my business to tell you about the private lives of others, only of my own. I consider myself incompetent when it comes to the business of living life.
Maybe that is why I am committing the inexcusable hubris of offering the world a third written autobiography. Maybe here is where I will find my life, in this thicket of words, in a way that I never seem to be able to do outside the bubble I am in now as I write. Me, a keyboard, a mouse, a screen and nothing else. Just loo breaks, black coffees and an occasional glance at my Twitter and email accounts. I can do this for hours all on my own. So on my own that if I have to use the phone my voice is often hoarse and croaky because days will have passed without me speaking to a single soul.
So where do we go from here?
Let’s find out.”
De Amerikaanse dichter Charles Wright werd geboren op 25 augustus 1935 in Pickwick Dam, Tennessee. Zie ook alle tags voor Charles Wright op dit blog.
Addendum
Onder de steen ademt de hagedis,
Zijn tong 3 semafoor
In de knipperende duisternis;
Diep in de ribben van de eikenhouten kooi
Verschijnt de uil als een nieuwe maan;
Balancerend op het dak van de rivierbedding
Komt de vis, die denkt op te stijgen, in verzet,
Bang dat deze slok eindeloos zal zijn…
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Noch het flikkeren van de steen,
Noch het oog van de uil,
Noch de regenboog langs de visflank
Zal de weg wijzen.
Maar daar, waar het vuur rijpt
(Waar het vuur rijpt als een bron),
Zal het pad opengaan, de Engel wenkt,
En wij zullen volgen. Want licht is alles.
Vertaald door Frans Roumen
Zie voor de schrijvers van de 24e augustus ook mijn blog van 24 augustus 2020 en eveneens mijn blog van 24 augustus 2019 en ook mijn blog van 24 augustus 2018.