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De Chinese schrijver Lao She (pseudoniem voor Shu Qingchun) werd geboren op 3 februari 1899 in Beijing. Zie ook alle tags voor Lao She op dit blog.xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Uit: Rickshaw Boy (Vertaald door Shi Xiaoqing)
Where could I go? Only this was still a problem, not to say other things. Put up at a small inn for the night? Not work. In the middle of the night with all his clothes he would be losing something, not refer to how terrible lice in the inns. Go to a larger hotel? He had only 5 Yuan with him, which was all his property. Bathhouse? Couldn't stay over after closing at 12 o'clock. He couldn't go anywhere. He found himself coming into Zhong Hai. On the bridge, open spaces was around and slices of snow throwed into his eyes. He knew the snow had not stopped almost at this moment, but the woven wool hat has been very wet when he touched the head. No people in the bridge, even pliceman couldn't been seen. Several electric lights appeared like blinked restlessly because of the hitting of the snow. Xiang Zi looked at the snow around, at a loss in his head.
He stood in the bridge for a long time. The world had little noise, like had been dead. Slices of ashen snow was falling fiercely, it was so hurry and quick like got a chance and wanted to covering the whole world without being known.
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"Carrying his trifling object he'd...drag along, slowly and listlessly. He might as well keep walking when everyone else had stopped. He might as well stand around when everyone else had started off again...he was even more oblivious to whether he was the same distance from those ahead of him as he was from those behind...he went at his own pace wit his head down as if in a dream, and even more, as if pondering some lofty principle."
Lao She (3 februari 1899 24 augustus 1966)
Onthulling van een bronzen beeld van Lao She in Beijing, 2009
De Zweedse schrijver Henning Mankell werd geboren in Stockholm op 3 februari 1948. Hij woont afwisselend in Mozambique en in zijn vaderland Zweden. Zie ook alle tags voor Henning Mankell op dit blog.
Uit: The Man From Beijing (Vertaald door Laurie Thompson)
Frozen snow, severe frost. Midwinter.
Early in January 2006 a lone wolf crosses the unmarked border and enters Sweden from Vauldalen in Norway. A man on a snowmobile thinks he might have glimpsed it just outside Fjällnäs, but the wolf vanishes into the trees heading east before he is able to pinpoint it. In the remote Norwegian Österdalarna Mountains it had discovered a lump of frozen moose carcass, with remnants of meat still clinging to the bones. But that was more than two days ago. It is beginning to feel the pain of hunger and is desperately searching for food.
The wolf is a young male that has set out to find a territory of his own. He continues his way eastward. At Nävjarna, north of Linsell, he finds another moose carcass. For a whole day he stays and eats his fill before resuming his trek east. When he comes to Kårböle he trots over the frozen Ljusnan and then follows the river along its winding route toward the sea. One moonless night he lopes silently over the bridge at Järvsö, then heads into the vast forests that stretch to the coast.
In the early morning of January 13 the wolf reaches Hesjövallen, a tiny village south of Hansesjön Lake in Hälsingland. He pauses and sniffs the air. He detects the smell of blood. He looks around. There are people living in the houses but no smoke rising from the chimneys. His sharp ears can't detect the slightest sound.
But the wolf is in no doubt about the blood. He skulks at the edge of the forest, nose in the air. Then he moves forward, silently, through the snow. The smell comes from one of the houses at the far end of the hamlet. He is vigilant now with humans around it's essential to be both careful and patient. He pauses again. The smell originates from the back of the house. He waits. Then eventually starts moving once more.
Henning Mankell (Stockholm, 3 februari 1948)
De Amerikaanse schrijver Richard Yates werd geboren op 3 februari 1926 in Yonkers, New York. Zie ook alle tags voor Richard Yates op dit blog.
Uit: Revolutionary Road
The Players, coming out of their various kitchen doors and hesitating for a minute to button their coats or pull on their gloves, would see a landscape in which only a few very old, weathered houses seemed to belong; it made their own homes look as weightless and impermanent, as foolishly misplaced as a great many bright new toys that had been left outdoors overnight and rained on. Their automobiles didn't look right either--unnecessarily wide and gleaming in the colors of candy and ice cream, seeming to wince at each splatter of mud, they crawled apologetically down the broken roads that led from all directions to the deep, level slab of Route Twelve. Once there the cars seemed able to relax in an environment all their own, a long bright valley of colored plastic and plate glass and stainless steel--KING KONE, MOBILGAS, SHOPORAMA, EAT--but eventually they had to turn off, one by one, and make their way up the winding country road that led to the central high school; they had to pull up and stop in the quiet parking lot outside the high-school auditorium.
Op de set van de film met Kate Winslet en Leonardo DiCaprio
"Hi!" the Players would shyly call to one another.
"Hi! . . ." "Hi! . . ." And they'd go reluctantly inside.
Clumping their heavy galoshes around the stage, blotting at their noses with Kleenex and frowning at the unsteady print of their scripts, they would disarm each other at last with peals of forgiving laughter, and they would agree, over and over, that there was plenty of time to smooth the thing out.
Richard Yates (3 februari 1926 7 november 1992)
De Amerikaanse schrijfster Gertrude Stein werd geboren op 3 februari 1874 in Allegheny (Pennsylvania). Zie ook alle tags voor Gertrude Stein op dit blog.
Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza I
I caught a bird which made a ball
And they thought better of it.
But it is all of which they taught
That they were in a hurry yet
In a kind of a way they meant it best
That they should change in and on account
But they must not stare when they manage
Whatever they are occasionally liable to do
It is often easy to pursue them once in a while
And in a way there is no repose
They like it as well as they ever did
But it is very often just by the time
That they are able to separate
In which case in effect they could
Not only be very often present perfectly
In each way whichever they chose.
All of this never matters in authority
But this which they need as they are alike
Or in an especial case they will fulfill
Not only what they have at their instigation
Made for it as a decision in its entirety
Made that they minded as well as blinded
Lengthened for them welcome in repose
But which they open as a chance
But made it be perfectly their allowance
All which they antagonise as once for all
Kindly have it joined as they mind
Gertrude Stein (3 februari 1874 27 juli 1946)
Portret door Andy Warhol, 1980
De Oostenrijkse dichter en schrijver Ferdinand Schmatz werd geboren op 3 februari 1953 in Korneuburg. Zie ook alle tags voor Ferdinand Schmatz op dit blog.
Vorgeben
etwas steuert, immer hin vor mir,
geläufig, halb erwacht, doch stets bedacht,
die andre hälfte zu umspinnen: ganz
- wo es die fäden binden, mustern
dort spult es ab das garn, gibt vor
und an, weist dieses ein zu schwenken,
nach vorne ab zu wicklen, das kreisen
ein zu schreiben drinnen hinten
flachst, dass sich die balken biegen
mit den wellen schneiden, binnen,
treiben deren ausgelöste wonnen
ab - zu setzen pflegen sie so schön gebärden,
vor dem, was über allem, grenze wies und schritt,
wos war, was ist, und bleibt, was werde
ab heben
etwas läuft, in mir, fasst unten an,
zieht das gar ungelenk hinauf,
bekniet gepflanzt nichts mehr,
entwirft sich - in der mitte glanz
von oben selbst im blick, dreht plan
quer durch, entwischt dem wurf,
verstreut jedoch - im sprung - das ganze,
wirft alles für den, tiefen, fall
- ab, egal ob ball, egal ob ast,
den fuss vertritt, den hand da hat,
hebt, bar - gewicht verlischt
bloss ab: von dieser schwere los
entspringt es schreibend dem, was wäre,
wies gewesen sein wird, wenn es ist
Ferdinand Schmatz (Korneuburg, 3 februai 1953)
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