De Poolse dichter, schrijver en essayist Zbigniew Herbert werd geboren op 29 oktober 1924 in Lemberg. Zie ook mijn blog van 29 oktober 2008.
No time to grieve for roses, when the forests are burning.
The forests were on fire—
wreathed their necks with their hands
like bouquets of roses
People ran to the shelters—
he said his wife had hair
in whose depths one could hide
Covered by one blanket
they whispered shameless words
the litany of those who love
When it got very bad
they leapt into each other's eyes
and shut them firmly
So firmly they did not feel the flames
when they came up to the eyelashes
To the end they were brave
To the end they were faithful
To the end they were similar
like two drops
stuck at the edge of a face
Troy O Troy
will sift your ashes through his fingers
yet a fire occurred greater than that of the Iliad
for seven strings--
too few strings
one needs a chorus
a sea of laments
and thunder of mountains
rain of stone
--how to lead
people away from the ruins
how to lead
the chorus from poems--
thinks the faultless poet
as a pillar of salt
--The song will escape unharmed
with flaming wing
into a pure sky
The moon rises over the ruins
Troy O Troy
The city is silent
The poet struggles with his own shadow
The poet cries like a bird in the void
The moon repeats its landscape
gentle metal in smoldering ash
They walked along ravines of former streets
as if on a red sea of cinders
and wind lifted the red dust
faithfully painted the sunset of the city
They walked along ravines of former streets
they breathed on the frozen dawn in vain
they said: long years will pass
before the first house stands here
they walked along ravines of former streets
they thought they would find some traces
a cripple plays
on a harmonica
about the braids of a willow
about a girl
the poet is silent
Zbigniew Herbert (29 oktober 1924 – 28 juli 1998)
De Iraanse dichter en vertaler Mohsen Emadi werd geboren op 29 oktober 1976 in Teheran. Zie ook mijn blog van 29 oktober 2008.
We were throwing out our despair form the rooms and
were shouting : Get Lost!
It was enought a door stayed opened carelessly,
to she creeps in and dazzles us with her only safe eye
and the wound of her blind eye
open up it's mouth and devour us.
we were closing the doors and at last our despair
was going out to play with children.
One night, we came back to our rooms
and locked up all the doors
We'd seen the children and
her who was running out toward us inflames.
early morning, on all fours
we were walkning in the alley,
the passangers were escaping,
the people were locking up the doors
and we were saying entreatyly : Mew!Mew!
Didn't I leave my hat in your voice, Madam?
-Yes, but the wind carried it with herself.
-And my shoes?
-They are here, two sparrows had made their home in.
The lavas of your voice twist in me,
I have no time to breath.
I trurn to stone,
In the gate of apogee and abyss.
It will be published a photo of me
The stony remained of Pompei's volcaism
With no hat.
Mohsen Emadi (Teheran, 29 oktober 1976)
De Amerikaanse schrijver Dominick Dunne werd geboren op 29 oktober 1925 in Hartford, Connecticut. Dominick Dunne overleed op 26 augustus van dit jaar. Zie ook mijn blog van 29 oktober 2008.
Uit: Nightmare on Elm Drive
“Seven months later, after the boys were arrested, I visited the house on Elm Drive. It is deceptive in size, far larger than one would imagine from the outside. You enter a spacious hallway with a white marble floor and a skylight above. Off the hallway on one side is an immense drawing room, forty feet in length. The lone piece of sheet music on the grand piano was "American Pie" by Don McLean. On the other side are a small paneled sitting room and a large dining room. At the far end of the hallway, in full view of the front door, is the television room, where Kitty and Jose spent their last evening together. On the back wall is a floor-to-ceiling bookcase, filled with books, many of them paperbacks, including the American-history novels of Gore Vidal, Jose's favorite author. On the top shelf of the bookcase were sixty tennis trophies -- all first place -- that had been won over the years by Lyle and Erik.
Like a lot of houses of the movie nouveaux riches still in their social and business rise, the grand exterior is not matched by a grand interior. When the Menendez family bought the house, it was handsomely furnished, and they could have bought the furniture from the former owner for an extra $350,000, but they declined. With the exception of some reproduction Chippendale chairs in the dining room, the house is appallingly furnished with second-rate pieces; either the purchase price left nothing for interior decoration or there was just a lack of interest. In any case, your attention, once you are in the house, is not on the furniture. You are drawn, like a magnet, to the television room.”
Dominick Dunne (29 oktober 1925 - 26 augustus 2009)
Zie voor onderstaande schrijvers ook mijn blog van 29 oktober 2008.
De Russische schrijver en wetenschapsfilosoof Aleksandr Aleksandrovitsj Zinovjev werd geboren in Pachtino op 29 oktober 1922. Zie ook mijn blog van 29 oktober 2006.
De Duitse schrijver Georg Julius Leopold Engel werd geboren op 29 oktober 1866 in Greifswald.
De Franse schrijver, toneelauteur en beroepsdiplomaat Jean Giraudoux werd geboren op 29 oktober 1882 in Bellac/Haute-Vienne. Zie ook mijn blog van 29 oktober 2006.
De Franse dichter André Chénier (eigentlich André Marie Chénier ofde Chénier) werd geboren op 29 oktober 1762 in Galata bij Constantinopel.
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