William Styron, Renée Vivien, Athol Fugard, Ben Jonson, Yasunari Kawabata, George Wither

De Amerikaanse schrijver William Styron werd op 11 juni 1925 in Newport News in de staat Virginia geboren. Zie ook mijn blogs van 11 juni 2006, van 4 november 2006. en mijn blog van 11 juni 2007.

 

Uit: The Paris Review, interview (1954)

 

 

INTERVIEWER

 

Does your emotional state have any bearing on your work?

 

STYRON

 

I guess like everybody I’m emotionally fouled up most of the

time, but I find I do better when I’m relatively placid. It’s hard to

say, though. If writers had to wait until their precious psyches were

completely serene there wouldn’t be much writing done.

Actually—though I don’t take advantage of the fact as much as

I should—I find that I’m simply the happiest, the placidest, when

I’m writing, and so I suppose that that, for me, is the final answer.

When I’m writing I find it’s the only time that I feel completely

self-possessed, even when the writing itself is not going too well.

It’s fine therapy for people who are perpetually scared of nameless

threats as I am most of the time—for jittery people. Besides, I’ve

discovered that when I’m not writing I’m prone to developing

certain nervous tics, and hypochondria. Writing alleviates those

quite a bit. I think I resist change more than most people. I dislike

traveling, like to stay settled. When I first came to Paris all I could

think about was going home, home to the old James River. One of

these days I expect to inherit a peanut farm. Go back home and

farm them old peanuts and be real old Southern whiskey gentry.

 

INTERVIEWER

 

Your novel was linked to the Southern school of fiction.

Do you think the critics were justified in doing this?

 

STYRON

 

No, frankly, I don’t consider myself in the Southern school,

whatever that is. Lie Down in Darkness, or most of it, was set in

the South, but I don’t care if I never write about the South again,

really. Only certain things in the book are particularly Southern.

I used leitmotifs—the negroes, for example—that run throughout

the book, but I would like to believe that my people would have

behaved the way they did anywhere. The girl, Peyton, for instance,

didn’t have to come from Virginia. She would have wound up

jumping from a window no matter where she came from. Critics

are always linking writers to “schools.” If they couldn’t link

people to schools, they’d die. When what they condescendingly

call “a genuinely fresh talent” arrives on the scene, the critics

rarely try to point out what makes him fresh or genuine but

concentrate instead on how he behaves in accordance with their

preconceived notion of what school he belongs to.

 

 

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William Styron (11 juni 1925 – 1 november 2006)
Foto uit 1952

 

 

 

De Britse dichteres en schrijfster Renée Vivien (eig. Pauline Mary Tarn) werd geboren op 11 juni 1877 in Londen. Zie ook mijn blog van 11 juni 2007

 

Roses Rising

 

My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber
Has left bright reflections in the room
Above the garden.

The clear midnight sky, under my closed lids,
Still shines….I am drunk from so many roses
Redder than wine.

Leaving their
garden, the roses have followed me….
I drink their brief breath, I breathe their life.
All of them are here.

It’s a miracle….The stars have risen,
Hastily, across the wide windows
Where the melted gold pours.

Now, among the roses and the stars,
You, here in my room, loosening your robe,
And your nakedness glistens

Your unspeakable gaze rests on my eyes….
Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible
In the cold night.

 

Undine

 

Your laughter is light, your caress deep,
Your cold kisses love the harm they do;
Your eyes-blue lotus waves
And the water lilies are less pure than your face..

You flee, a fluid parting,
Your hair falls in gentle tangles;
Your voice-a treacherous tide;
Your arms-supple reeds.

Long river reeds, their embrace
Enlaces, chokes, strangles savagely,
Deep in the waves, an agony
Extinguished in a night drift.

 

 

 

Vertaald door Margaret Porter and Catherine Kroger

 

 

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Renée Vivien (11 juni 1877 – 10 november 1909)
Beeld door Auguste Rodin

 

 

 

De Zuidafrikaanse schrijver Harold Athol Lannigan Fugard werd geboren op 11 juni 1932 in Middelburg, Kaapprovincie. Zie ook mijn blog van 11 juni 2007.

 

Uit: Encounters with Fugard: native of the Karoo (artikel in ‘Twentieth Century Literature’ door Mary Benson)

 

His sense of rootedness became a recurring theme. “I know that I have mastered the code of one time, one place,” he confided in another letter. “My life’s work is possibly to witness as truthfully as I can the nameless and destitute of this one little corner of the world.” And so he wrote about Johnnie and Hester Smit living in a back street of Port Elizabeth and in the first production of Hello and Goodbye, directed by Barney Simon at the Library Theatre in Johannesburg, gave a poignant and wonderfully comic performance as Johnnie. Next he created Boesman and Lena, the “coloured” couple scratching for bait in the mudflats, and embraced them “so fiercely and lovingly,” as Stanley Kauffmann wrote in The New Republic, “that in their rags and drunkenness and cunning and persistence they move through a small epic of contemporary man” .

Deprived of his passport for four years by the South African government, Fugard was not free until 1971 to journey to London for a production of Boesman and Lena. He arrived exhausted after touring the play in South Africa. Paul Klee’s Pedagogical Sketchbook stimulated him with its theme of the flight of an arrow and the question, “How do I expand my reach?” (Klee 54). Here is restriction, thither is there and liberation, Klee was saying. The consolation, then, is to go a bit farther than customary. “Yes!” Athol exclaimed, when I gave him Klee’s book and he glanced through it, “I must extend my reach with this new production!”

 

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Athol Fugard (Middelburg (ZA), 11 juni 1932)

 

De Engelse dichter en schrijver  Ben Jonson werd geboren rond 11 juni 1572 in Westminster, Londen. Zie ook mijn blog van 11 juni 2006 en ook mijn blog van 11 juni 2007

 

 

To John Donne

 

DONNE, the delight of Phoebus, and each Muse,

Who, to thy one, all other braines refuse ;

Whose every work, of thy most early wit,

Came forth example, and remaines so, yet ;

Longer a knowing, than most wits do live ;

And which no affection praise enough can give !

To it, thy language, letters, arts, best life,

Which might with halfe mankinde maintaine a strife ;

All which I meant to praise, and, yet, I would ;

But leave, because I cannot as I should !

 

 

 

WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE

 

SOME act of LOVE’S bound to rehearse,

I thought to bind him in my verse :

Which when he felt, Away, quoth he,

Can poets hope to fetter me ?

It is enough, they once did get

Mars and my mother, in their net :

I wear not these my wings in vain.

With which he fled me ; and again,

Into my rhymes could ne’er be got

By any art : then wonder not, 

That since, my numbers are so cold,

When Love is fled, and I grow cold.

 

 

 

OF LIFE AND DEATH

 

The ports of death are sins ; of life, good deeds ;

Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.

How wilful blind is he, then, that would stray,

And hath it, in his powers, to make his way !

This world death’s region is, the other life’s ;

And here, it should be one of our first strifes,

So to front death, as men might judge us past it :

For good men but see death, the wicked taste it.

 

 

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Ben Jonson (ca. 11 juni 1572 – 6 augustus 1637)

 

Zie voor onderstaande schrijver ook mijn blog van 11 juni 2007

 

De Japanse schrijver Yasunari Kawabata werd geboren op 11 juni 1899 in Osaka.

 

De Engelse dichter en satiricus George Wither werd geboren op 11 juni 1588 in Bentworth.

 

 

William Styron, Renée Vivien, Yasunari Kawabata, Athol Fugard, Ben Jonson, George Wither

De Amerikaanse schrijver William Styron werd op 11 juni 1925 in Newport News in de staat Virginia geboren. In 1979 publiceerde hij de roman Sophie’s Choice waarvoor hij de National Book Award kreeg. In 1998 werd de roman opgenomen in de lijst van de 100 beste Engelstalige boeken van de 20ste eeuw opgesteld door de American Modern Library. Zie ook mijn blogs van 11 juni 2006 en van 4 november 2006.

Uit: Sophie’s Choice

 

“In those days cheap apartments were almost impossible to find in Manhattan, so I had to move to Brooklyn. This was in 1947, and one of the pleasant features of that summer which I so vividly remember was the weather, which was sunny and mild, flower-fragrant, almost as if the days had been arrested in a seemingly perpetual springtime. I was grateful for that if for nothing else, since my youth, I felt, was at its lowest ebb. At twenty-two, struggling to become some kind of writer, I found that the creative heat which at eighteen had nearly consumed me with its gorgeous, relentless flame had flickered out to a dim pilot light registering little more than a token glow in my breast, or wherever my hungriest aspirations once resided. It was not that I no longer wanted to write, I still yearned passionately to produce the novel which had been for so long captive in my brain. It was only that, having written down the first few fine paragraphs, I could not produce any others, or–to approximate Gertrude Stein’s remark about a lesser writer of the Lost Generation–I had the syrup but it wouldn’t pour. To make matters worse, I was out of a job and had very little money and was self-exiled to Flatbush–like others of my countrymen, another lean and lonesome young Southerner wandering amid the Kingdom of the Jews.

Call me Stingo, which was the nickname I was known by in those days, if I was called anything at all. The name derives from my prep-school days down in my native state of Virginia. This school was a pleasant institution to which I was sent at fourteen by my distraught father, who found me difficult to handle after my mother died. Among my other disheveled qualities was apparently an inattention to personal hygiene, hence I soon became known as Stinky. But the years passed. The abrasive labor of time, together with a radical change of habits (I was in fact shamed into becoming almost obsessively clean), gradually wore down the harsh syllabic brusqueness of the name, slurring off into the more attractive, or less unattractive, certainly sportier Stingo.”

 

 

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William Styron (11 juni 1925 – 1 november 2006)

 

De Britse dichteres en schrijfster Renée Vivien (eig. Pauline Mary Tarn) werd geboren op 11 juni 1877 in Londen. Zij was de dochter van een Schotse vader en een Amerikaanse moeder. Na haar schooltijd die zij in New York, Parijs en Londen doorbracht, vestigde zij zich als schrijfster in Parijs. Schrijven deed zij in het Frans. Vivien was bekend vanwege haar excentrieke manier van kleden en voor haar openlijk beleden lesbische geaardheid. Zij had jarenlang een relatie met Natalie Clifford Barney, de spil van een literaire salon. Vivien was zeer gecultiveerd en maakte talrijke reizen. Een deel van haar werk verscheen onder het pseudoniem Paule Riversdale.

 

Roses du soir

Des roses sur la mer, des roses dans le soir,
Et toi qui viens de loin, les mains lourdes de roses !
J’aspire ta beauté. Le couchant fait pleuvoir
Ses fines cendres d’or et ses poussières roses…

Des roses sur la mer, des roses dans le soir.

Un songe évocateur tient mes paupières closes.
J’attends, ne sachant trop ce que j’attends en vain,
Devant la mer pareille aux boucliers d’airain,
Et te voici venue en m’apportant des roses…

Ô roses dans le ciel et le soir ! Ô mes roses !

 

 

Ta royale jeunesse a la mélancolie

Ta royale jeunesse a la mélancolie
Du Nord où le brouillard efface les couleurs,
Tu mêles la discorde et le désir aux pleurs,
Grave comme Hamlet, pâle comme Ophéli

Tu passes, dans l’éclair d’une belle folie,
Comme elle, prodiguant les chansons et les fleurs,
Comme lui, sous l’orgueil dérobant tes douleurs,
Sans que la fixité de ton regard oublie.

Souris, amante blonde, ou rêve, sombre amant,
Ton être double attire, ainsi qu’un double aimant,
Et ta chair brûle avec l’ardeur froide d’un cierge.

Mon coeur déconcerté se trouble quand je vois
Ton front pensif de prince et tes yeux bleus de vierge,
Tantôt l’Un, tantôt l’Autre, et les Deux à la fois.

 

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Renée Vivien (11 juni 1877 – 10 november 1909)

 

De Japanse schrijver Yasunari Kawabata werd geboren op 11 juni 1899 in Osaka. Hij won in 1968 als eerste Japanner (en tweede Aziaat) de Nobelprijs voor de Literatuur won.Het werk dat hijzelf het beste vond is in de jaren 70 in het Nederlands vertaald onder de titel De meester van het go-spel en heet in het Engels The master of Go. Het gaat over een match tussen de twee beste Go-spelers ter wereld, de ene een oude vos, de andere een onconventioneel aanstormend jong talent. De match heeft echt plaatsgevonden in 1938 tussen de oude Honinbo Shusai en Minoru Kitani. Kawabata maakte in 1972 een einde aan zijn leven.

 

Uit: Tausend Kraniche

 

“Kikuji war in den Garten des Enkakuji-Tempel in Kamakura eingetreten, aber er wusste immer noch nicht recht, ob er an dieser Teezeremonie teilnehmen sollte. Sie musste längst begonnen haben.

Chikako Kurmoto, die Teezeremonienlehrerin seines verstorbenen Vaters, pflegte Kikuji jedesmal einzuladen, wenn sie mit ihren Schülern und Schülerinnen eine Teezeremonie in einem Pavillon des Tempels beging. In den Jahren nach dem Tod seines Vaters hatte Kikuji diese Einladungen nur noch als Gesten der Höflichkeit betrachtet und war ihnen nie mehr gefolgt.

Unter die jüngste Einladung hatte Chikako jedoch geschrieben, dass sie ihn bäte, dieses Mal zu kommen, da sie ihn mit einer ihrer Schülerinnen bekannt machen möchte.

Als Kikuji die Einladung las, war eine merkwürdige Erinnerung in ihm aufgestiegen: er musste an Chikakos Muttermal denken.”

 

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Yasunari Kawabata (11 juni 1899 — 16 april 1972)

 

De Zuidafrikaanse schrijver Harold Athol Lannigan Fugard werd geboren op 11 juni 1932 in Middelburg, Kaapprovincie. Hij studeerde in Kaapstad en was daarna enige tijd werkzaam als zeeman, klerk bij een gerechtshof en journalist voordat hij zich in 1957 definitief aan het theater ging wijden. Zijn stukken werden opgevoerd in onder andere Engeland, de Verenigde Staten, Zuid-Afrika en Nederland. Fugard debuteerde als toneelschrijver in 1958 met het stuk No Good Friday. Hierin speelden zwarte acteurs mee, wat een gewaagde onderneming was op het hoogtepunt van de Apartheid. Mongogo verscheen een jaar later en in 1963 The Blood Knot. Deze vormde samen met Hello and Goodbye (1966) en Boesman en Lena (1969), een familie-trilogie. Enkele andere werken van Fugard zijn The island (1973) over het leven van gevangenen op Robbeneiland, de roman Tsotsi (1980) over het leven in Sophiatown in de jaren vijftig. In 2005 werd naar deze roman de film Tsotsi gemaakt, onder de regie van Gavin Hood. De film won in 2005 een Oscar voor Beste Niet-Engelstalige Film.

 

Uit: Tsotsi

 

“His Sunday night now, come in a warm cloud of smoke and darkness in the streets and moths raging in soft storms around the lamp; come under a velveted spread of smudged stars and a promise of the moon in the east where a white radiance is already leaping off the rooftops of houses that way; come at last after the hazy end to a day that loitered its way lazily through sunshine and prepares now for sleep with the widest yawn and longest stretch of the week. And wherever the people are gathered togethter in drowsy knots, in rooms, around fires in backyards, on street corners or drinking in the shebeens, words are thrown out dispiritedly like a dice game without a stake. The prospect of sleep and the passing of time recur like lucky numbers, but no one gets excited because no one stands to win.”

 

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Athol Fugard (Middelburg (ZA), 11 juni 1932)

 

De Engelse dichter Ben Jonson werd geboren rond 11 juni 1572 in Westminster, Londen. Zie ook mijn blog van 11 juni 2006.

 

HOW HE SAW HER

I beheld her, on a day,
When her look outflourished May,
And her dressing did outbrave
All the pride the fields then have.
Far I was from being stupid,
For I ran and called on Cupid,
‘Love, if thou wilt ever see
Mark of glory, come with me.
Where’s thy quiver? Bend thy bow.
Here’s a shaft; thou art too slow!’
And withal I did untie
Every cloud about his eye.
But he had not gained his sight
Sooner, than he lost his might
Or his courage; for away
Straight he ran, and durst not stay,
Letting bow and arrow fall;
Nor for any threat or call,
Could be brought once back to look.
I, foolhardy, there uptook
Both the arrow he had quit
And the bow, which thought to hit
This my object. But she threw
Such a lightning, as I drew,
At my face, that took my sight
And my motion from me quite;
So that there I stood a stone,
Mocked of all, and called of one–
Which with grief and wrath I heard–
Cupid’s statue with a beard,
Or else one that played his ape
In a Hercules’s shape.

 

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Ben Jonson (ca. 11 juni 1572 – 6 augustus 1637)

 

De Engelse dichter en satiricus George Wither werd geboren op 11 juni 1588 in Bentworth. Zijn opleiding kreeg hij aan Magdalen College in Oxford. Twee maal zat hij vast voor zijn satirische werk. Voor Abuses, Stript and Whipt (1613), en later in Newgate voorWither’s Motto (1621). Zijn belangrijkste werken waren Fidelia (1617), Fair Virtue (1622), and Juvenilia (1622). Hij publiceerde ook een A Collection of Emblemes (1634/35).

 

The Marigold

When with a serious musing I behold
The grateful and obsequious marigold,
How duly, ev’ry morning, she displays
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays;
How she observes him in his daily walk,
Still bending towards him her tender stalk;
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns,
Bedew’d, as ’twere, with tears, till he returns;
And how she veils her flow’rs when he is gone,
As if she scorned to be looked on
By an inferior eye, or did contemn
To wait upon a meaner light than him;
When this I meditate, methinks the flowers
Have spirits far more generous than ours,
And give us fair examples to despise
The servile fawnings and idolatries
Wherewith we court these earthly things below,
Which merit not the service we bestow.

But, O my God! though groveling I appear
Upon the ground (and have a rooting here
Which hales me downward) yet in my desire
To that which is above me I aspire;
And all my best affections I profess
To Him that is the sun of righteousness.
Oh, keep the morning of His incarnation,
The burning noontide of His bitter passion,
The night of His descending, and the height
Of His ascension ever in my sight,
That imitating Him in what I may,
I never follow an inferior way.

 

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George Wither (11 juni 1588 – 2 mei 1667)

Uit: A Collection of Emblemes (geen portret beschikbaar)

 

Ben Jonson en William Styron

Ben Jonson werd geboren rond 11 juni 1572. Hij kreeg een opleiding aan de Westminster School door de eminente historicus William Camden en werkte eerst in hetzelfde beroep als zijn stiefvader: metselaar. Dat beviel hem echter in het geheel niet en vervolgens diende in hij in het Engelse leger in Vlaanderen. In 1592 keerde hij naar Engeland terug en trouwde op 14 november 1494 hij met Anne Lewis Jonsons tweede bekende toneelstuk, Every Man in His Humour werd opgevoerd in 1598 bij de Lord Chamberlain’s Men aan het Globe-theater met niemand minder dan William Shakespeare in de bezetting. Ook Jonson werd een beroemdheid. In 1628 werd hij benoemd tot City Chronologer of London. Hij stierf op 6 augustus 1637 en werd begraven in de Westminster Abbey.

Epigrammen:


I. — TO THE READER.


PRAY thee, take care, that tak’st my book in hand,
To read it well—that is, to understand. 

 

XIV. — TO WILLIAM CAMDEN.  

CAMDEN !  most reverend head, to whom I owe
All that I am in arts, all that I know ;
(How nothing’s that ?) ; to whom my country owes,
The great renown, and name wherewith she goes !
Than thee the age sees not that thing more grave,
More high, more holy, that she more would crave.
What name, what skill, what faith hast thou in things !
What sight in searching the most antique springs !
What weight, and what authority in thy speech !
Men scarce can make that doubt, but thou canst teach.
Pardon free truth, and let thy modesty,
Which conquers all, be once o’ercome by thee.
Many of thine, this better could, than I ;
But for their powers, accept my piety
.

 

A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS

IN TEN LYRIC PIECES

I

His Excuse for Loving

Let it not your wonder move,
Less your laughter, that I love.
Though I now write fifty years,
I have had, and have my peers ;
Poets, though divine, are men :
Some have loved as old again.
And it is not always face,
Clothes, or fortune, gives the grace ;
Or the feature, or the youth :
But the language, and the truth,
With the ardor, and the passion,
Gives the lover weight, and fashion.

If you then will read the story,
First, prepare you to be sorry,
That you never knew till now,
Either whom to love, or how :
But be glad as soon with me,
When you know that this is she,
Of whose beauty it was sung,
She shall make the old Man young,
Keep the middle age at stay,
And let nothing high decay ;
Till she be the reason why,
All the world for Love may die.

 

AGAINST JEALOUSY

by Ben Jonson   

Wretched and foolish Jealousy,
How cam’st thou thus to enter me ?
I ne’er was of thy kind :
Nor have I yet the narrow mind
To vent that poor desire,
That others should not warm them at my fire :
I wish the sun should shine
On all men’s fruit, and flowers, as well as mine.

But under the disguise of love,
Thou say’st, thou only cam’st to prove
What my affections were.
Think’st thou that love is help’d by fear ?
Go, get thee quickly forth,
Love’s sickness, and his noted want of worth.
Seek doubting men to please ;
I ne’er will owe my health to a disease.

Ben Jonson (11 juni 1572 – 6 augustus 1637)

 

William Styron werd op 11 juni 1925 in Newport News in de staat Virginia geboren, niet ver van de plaats van de slavenopstand uit 1831, die door Nat Turner werd geleid en die later het thema van zijn beroemdste romans werd. Na zijn studie vocht hij tijdens WOII bij de marine.Daarna schreef hij voor veel Amerikaanse tijdschriften essays en kritieken en publiceerde hij talrijke maatschappijkritische romans die in de verteltraditie staan van William Faulkner en Thomas Wolfe. Voor de roman The Confessions of Nat Turner kreeg hij in 1968  de Pulitzer-Prijs. Zijn bestsellerroman Sophie’s Choice die over de vernietigende gevolgen van de holocaust handelt werd in 1982 verfilmd. Styron worstelde met ernstige klinische depressies en zelfmoordneigingen die hij beschreef in zijn memoires Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness (1990).   

Citaten:

“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.”

“Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what a friend of mine calls “the fleas of life”-you know, colds, hangovers, bills, sprained ankles and little nuisances of one sort or another.”

“Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death has no dominion
over them; they live, and their influence lives forever.”

“The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone’s neurosis.”

William Styron (11 juni 1925)