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De Amerikaanse dichter Theodore Huebner Roethke werd geboren in Saginaw, Michigan op 25 mei 1908. Zie ook mijn blog van 25 mei 2008. en ook mijn blog van 25 mei 2007 en ook mijn blog van 25 mei 2006.xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
My Papa's Waltz
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt
Epidermal Macabre
Indelicate is he who loathes
The aspect of his fleshy clothes, --
The flying fabric stitched on bone,
The vesture of the skeleton,
The garment neither fur nor hair,
The cloak of evil and despair,
The veil long violated by
Caresses of the hand and eye.
Yet such is my unseemliness:
I hate my epidermal dress,
The savage blood's obscenity,
The rags of my anatomy,
And willingly would I dispense
With false accouterments of sense,
To sleep immodestly, a most
Incarnadine and carnal ghost.
Theodore Roethke (25 mei 1908 - 1 augustus 1963)
De Franse schrijver en historicus Georges Bordonove werd geboren in Enghien-les-Bains op 25 mei 1920. Voor een aantal boeken heeft hij een (literaire) prijs ontvangen. Georges Bordonove was ook lid van de jury van de Hugues Capet-prijs.
Uit: Charles VI roi fol et bien aimé, 1380-1422
En Flandre, l'agitation remontait à 1379. Un parti qui peut être qualifié de démocratique s'opposait au comte Louis de Male. Ce dernier n'avait jamais brillé par son adresse. Vivant au milieu de ses nobles, il n'avait que dédain pour les gens de métier. Il réclamait sans cesse de nouvelles taxes et ne mesurait en rien le péril auquel ses exigences l'exposaient. Il ne s'intéressait, dit-on, qu'à la chasse au faucon. Les rivalités locales - spécialement entre Bruges et Gand - étaient si aiguës que tout autre prince les eût exploitées à son avantage. Louis de Male avait l'âme trop féodale pour s'abaisser à flatter des marchands. Ou plutôt, quand il tenta cette manoeuvre, il était trop tard et il fit un mauvais choix.
La crise qui couvait depuis des années éclata à propos d'une taxe qui provoqua le soulèvement des habitants de Gand. Au contraire, l'échevinage de Bruges accepta de la payer. Louis de Male récompensa la docilité des Brugeois en leur permettant de creuser un canal qui devait détourner la batellerie de Gand. Les Gantois rompirent avec le comte et prirent le chaperon blanc en signe de ralliement. Leur premier ouvrage fut de détruire le canal de Bruges. Depuis cet exploit, le soulèvement ne cessa de s'étendre, gagnant les villes voisines.
Georges Bordonove (25 mei 1920 - 16 maart 2007)
De Amerikaanse schrijfster Jamaica Kincaid (eig. Elaine Cynthia Potter Richardson) werd geboren in Saint John's, Antigua en Barbuda, op 25 mei 1949. Op 17-jarige leeftijd verhuisde ze naar de Verenigde Staten, om als au-pair te werken. Daarna studeerde zij aan de New York School for Social Research fotografie. In 1973 liet zij haar naam veranderen omdat de familie het niet eens was met haar werk als schrijfster. Haar roman Lucy uit 1990 bechrijft haar ervaringen met het volwassen worden in het buitenland. Haar thema's zijn onder andere migratie, Caribische cultuur en tuinieren.
Uit: Mr. Potter
And that day, the sun was in its usual place, up above and in the middle of the sky, and it shone in its usual way so harshly bright, making even the shadows pale, making even the shadows seek shelter; that day the sun was in its usual place, up above and in the middle of the sky, but Mr. Potter did not note this, so accustomed was he to this, the sun in its usual place, up above and in the middle of the sky; if the sun had not been in its usual place, that would have made a great big change in Mr. Potter's day, it would have meant rain, however briefly such a thing, rain, might fall, but it would have changed Mr. Potter's day, so used was he to the sun in its usual place, way up above and in the middle of the sky. Mr. Potter breathed in his normal way, his heart was beating in its normal way, up and down underneath the covering of his black skin, up and down underneath his white knitted cotton vest next to his very black skin, up and down underneath his plainly woven white cotton shirt that was on top of the knitted cotton vest which lay next to his skin; so his heart breathed in its normal way. And he put on his trousers and in the pocket of his trousers he placed a white handkerchief; and all this was as normal as the way his heart beat; all this, his putting on his clothes in just that way, as normal as the way his heart beat, the heart beating normally and the clothes reassuring to Mr. Potter and to things beyond Mr. Potter, things that did not know they needed such reassurance.
Jamaica Kincaid (Saint John's, 25 mei 1949)
De Canadese schrijver William Patrick Kinsella werd geboren op 25 mei 1935 in Edmonton, Alberta. In 19710 begon hij aan een studie creatief schrijven aan de University of Victoria. Hij behaalde een Master of Fine Arts in English degree via de Iowa Writers' Workshop aan de University of Iowa in 1978. In 1977 verscheen zijn eerste boek Dance Me Outside. Beroemd werd hij met zijn roman Shoeless Joe uit1982.
Uit: Shoeless Joe
My father said he saw him years later playing in a tenth-rate commercial league in a textile town in Carolina, wearing shoes and an assumed name.
"He'd put on fifty pounds and the spring was gone from his step in the outfield, but he could still hit. Oh, how that man could hit. No one has ever been able to hit like Shoeless Joe."
Three years ago at dusk on a spring evening, when the sky was a robbin's-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick, I was sitting on the verandah of my farm home in eastern Iowa when a voice very clearly said to me, "If you build it, he will come."
The voice was that of a ballpark announcer. As he spoke, I instantly envisioned the finished product I knew I was being asked to conceive. I could see the dark, squarish speakers, like ancient sailors' hats, attached to aluminum-painted light standards that glowed down into a baseball field, my present position being directly behind home plate.
W. P.Kinsella (Edmonton, 25 mei 1935)
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