Hanneke Hendrix, Maya Angelou

De Nederlandse schrijfster en hoorspelmaker Hanneke Hendrix werd geboren in Tegelen op 4 april 1980. Zie ook alle tags voor Hanneke Hendrix op dit blog.

Uit: The Dyslexic Hearts Club (Vertaald door David Doherty)

“You could point to moments earlier in my life when it all started to go wrong. But the more I think about it, the more I believe things really began to change the first time I saw Anna. That stuff about everyone sharing the blame is Mat soft talk from women’s magazines, if you ask me. I don’t buy it. Life is what happens to you. They’ll tell you a person always has a choice, bat that’s not true. We’re all just muddling along. There is no plan. The only clear sight is hindsight. At first I lay for what seemed like ages in a room of my own. They kept it dark. Machines beeped. Cool hands touched me. Theo I was moved. In silene they wheeled me down corridors, bumping me into a wall here, a door-post there. I counted the lights on the ceiling as I rattled along—twenty-one till I came to a halt and they turned my bed. A man in a police uniform sitting beside the door gave me a quick wave. I tried to guess his age bat couldn’t. Instead of waving back, I turned my head away and dosed my eyes. The orderlies rolled me roughly into the mom and when I opened my eyes again I was looking at a white curtain. As if I wasn’t there, they hooked me up to a bunch of machines and left. The curtain stayed closed, the door clicked shut, and that’s when I heard it: there were other people in here with me. Someone across from me and someone over to the right, each breathing heavily in their own way. Apart from that it was quiet. None of the hustle and bustle I had heard outside the room, no nurses chatting, no trolleys trundling past, no soles squeaking on linoleum. Nothing. I must have dozed off, because suddenly I was jolted awake by a loud voice beside me. Anna van Veen?’ said a nurse, sliding open my curtain an inch or two. ‘Mrs Van Veen? Can you hear me?’ I nodded and lifted my hand to feel my head. ‘Mrs Van Veen?’ the nurse shouted a second time. Her voice was piercing as well as loud. ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘Fine: I croaked. I felt my side. Apart from a collapsed lung and assorted cuts and burns, things were looking up. The nurse ran her hands gingerly through my hair, examined the skin behind my ears, checked my bandages and the machine with the tube that burrowed into my body.”

 


Hanneke Hendrix (Tegelen, 4 april 1980)

 

De Amerikaanse dichteres en schrijfster Maya Angelou (eig. Margueritte Johnson) werd geboren in Saint Louis, Missouri, op 4 april 1928. Zie ook alle tags voor Maya Angelou op dit blog.

 

Glorie valt

Glorie valt om ons heen
terwijl we
een klaagzang van
verlatenheid aan het kruis
snikken
en haat is de ballast van
de rots
die op onze nekken
en onder onze voeten rust.
We hebben
gewaden van zijde geweven
en onze naaktheid
met tapijtwerk bekleed.
Van kruipend op de
bodem van deze
duistere planeet
stijgen we boven de
vogels en
door de wolken
en banen we ons een weg van haat
en blinde wanhoop en
brengen we afschuw
aan onze broeders en vreugde aan onze zusters.
We groeien ondanks de
afschuw die we
voeden
met onze eigen
morgen.
We groeien.

 

Vertaald door Frans Roumen

 


Maya Angelou (4 april 1928 – 28 mei 2014)

 

Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 4e april ook mijn blog van 4 april 2023 en ook mijn blog van 4 april 2020 en eveneens mijn blog van 4 april 2019 en ook mijn blog van 4 april 2017 en ook mijn blog van 4 april 2015 deel 2.