Bulat Okudzhava, Mona Van Duyn, Gamal al-Ghitani, Richard Adams, James Barrie, Pitigrilli

De Russische schrijver, dichter en zanger Bulat Shalvovich Okudzhava werd geboren in Moskou op 9 mei 1924. Zie ook alle tags voor Bulat Okudzhava op dit blog.

The Song Of The Trampling Jackboots

Now do hear the sound of trampling boots?
And do you see the birds fly off like mad
and women stare scrutinising routes?
I think you know what they are staring at.

Now do hear the sound of drum-beat bass?
The soldiers have to say their good-byes…
The squadron leaves to vanish in the haze…
The past appears clearly in the eyes.

What happens to your soldier’s fortitude
when you return to your old neighbourhood?
It’s women’s trick who steal it from your chest
and keep it like a birdie in the nest.

What happens to your women, man of war,
when you come home and open the front door?
They welcome you and kindly let you in
but in the house there’s a smell of sin.

The past is gone — who cares about that!
We look into the future, for the light!
And in the fields the carrion-crows are fat,
the roaring war pursues us like a plight.

Again you hear the sound of trampling boots
and see the frenzied birds fly off like mad,
and women stare scrutinising routes…
It’s our napes that they are staring at.

 
Bulat Okudzhava (9 mei 1924 – 12 juni 1997)
Monument in Moskou

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Alan Bennett, Lucian Blaga, Mona Van Duyn, Gamal al-Ghitani, Richard Adams, James Barrie, Pitigrilli


De Britse schrijver en acteur
Alan Bennett werd geboren op 9 mei 1934 in Armley in Leeds, Yorkshire.
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Uit: The Clothes They Stood Up In

“I mean,” said Mrs. Ransome, “it’s getting like a hotel.”
“I wish you wouldn’t keep saying ‘I mean,'” said Mr. Ransome. “It adds nothing to the sense.”
He got enough of what he called “this sloppy way of talking” at work; the least he could ask for at home, he felt, was correct English. So Mrs. Ransome, who normally had very little to say, now tended to say even less.
When the Ransomes had moved into Naseby Mansions the flats boasted a commissionaire in a plum-colored uniform that matched the color of the building. He had died one afternoon in 1982 as he was hailing a taxi for Mrs. Brabourne on the second floor, who had forgone it in order to let it take him to hospital. None of his successors had shown the same zeal in office or pride in the uniform and eventually the function of commissionaire had merged with that of the caretaker, who was never to be found on the door and seldom to be found anywhere, his lair a hot scullery behind the boiler room where he slept much of the day in an armchair that had been thrown out by one of the tenants.
On the night in question the caretaker was asleep, though unusually for him not in the armchair but at the theater. On the lookout for a classier type of girl he had decided to attend an adult education course where he had opted to study English; given the opportunity, he had told the lecturer, he would like to become a voracious reader. The lecturer had some exciting though not very well formulated ideas about art and the workplace, and learning he was a caretaker had got him tickets for the play of the same name, thinking the resultant insights would be a stimulant to group interaction. It was an evening the caretaker found no more satisfying than the Ransomes did Così and the insights he gleaned limited: “So far as your actual caretaking was concerned,” he reported to the class, “it was bollocks.” The lecturer consoled himself with the hope that, unknown to the caretaker, the evening might have opened doors. In this he was right: the doors in question belonged to the Ransomes’ flat“.

Alan Bennett (Armley, 9 mei 1934)
In 1973
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