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De Amerikaanse schrijver Tennessee Williams (eigenlijk Thomas Lanier Williams) werd geboren in Columbus (Mississippi op 26 maart 1911. Dat is vandaag precies 100 jaar geleden. Zie ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2007 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2008 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2010.
Uit: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
BRICK: Why d'ya call Gooper's kiddies no-neck monsters?
MARGARET: Because they've got no necks! Isn't that a good enough reason?
BRICK: Don't they have any necks?
MARGARET: None visible. Their fat little heads are set on their fat little bodies without a bit of connection.
BRICK: That's too bad.
MARGARET: Yes, it's too bad because you can't wring their necks if they've got no necks to wring! Isn't that right, honey?
[She steps out of her dress, stands in a slip of ivory satin and lace.]
Yep, they're no-neck monsters, all no-neck people are monsters ...
[Children shriek downstairs.]
Hear them? Hear them screaming? I don't know where their voice boxes are located since they don't have necks. I tell you I got so nervous at that table tonight I thought I would throw back my head and utter a scream you could hear across the Arkansas border an' parts of Louisiana an' Tennessee. I said to your charming sister-in-law, Mae, honey, couldn't you feed those precious little things at a separate table with an oilcloth cover? They make such a mess an' the lace cloth looks so pretty! She made enormous eyes at me and said, "Ohhh, noooooo! On Big Daddy's birthday? Why, he would never forgive me!" Well, I want you to know, Big Daddy hadn't been at the table two minutes with those five no-neck monsters slobbering and drooling over their food before he threw down his fork an' shouted, "Fo' God's sake, Gooper, why don't you put them pigs at a trough in th' kitchen?"-Well, I swear, I simply could have di-ieed!
Paul Newman en Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958).
Think of it, Brick, they've got five of them and number six is coming. They've brought the whole bunch down here like animals to display at a county fair. Why, they have those children doin' tricks all the time! "Junior, show Big Daddy how you do this, show Big Daddy how you do that, say your little piece fo' Big Daddy, Sister. Show your dimples, Sugar. Brother, show Big Daddy how you stand on your head!"-It goes on all the time, along with constant little remarks and innuendos about the fact that you and I have not produced any children, are totally childless and therefore totally useless! -Of course it's comical but it's also disgusting since it's so obvious what they're up to!
BRICK [without interest]: What are they up to, Maggie?
Tennessee Williams (26 maart 1911 25 februari 1983)
De Zuid-Koreaanse dichter en schrijver Hwang Sun-won werd geboren op 26 maart 1915 in Taedong, Zuid-Pyongan, in het hedendaagse Noord-Korea. Hoewel hij vele bundels poëzie en acht romans schreef werd Hwang vooral bekend als auteur van korte verhalen, die in Korea gedurende het grrootste deel van de twintigste eeuw als het belangrijkste literaire genre beschouwd werden. Hwang is de auteur van een aantal van de bekendste verhalen in de moderne Koreaanse literaire canon, zoals "Stars" (1940), "Old Man Hwang" (1942), "The Old Potter" (1944), "Cloudburst" (1952 ), "Kranen" (1953) en "Rain Shower " (1959). Hwang begon het schrijven van romans in de jaren 1950. Zijn meest succesvolle werd Trees on a Slope (1960), waarin de levens van drie soldaten tijdens de Koreaanse Oorlog beschreven worden. Sunlight, Moonlight (1962-1965) beschrijft het leven van de leden van de voormalige onaantastbare klasse in stedelijk Seoul. De Moving Castle (1968-1972) toont de complexe en problematische synthese van Westerse en inheemse culturen tijdens de snelle modernisering van Korea. Na de opsplitsing van Korea woonde Hwang Sun-won in het Zuiden, waar hij ook werkte als hoogleraar aan de Universiteit Kyunghee.
Uit: The Mule (Vertaald door Kim Chong-un and Bruce Fulton)
Once again young Yu saw a fresh pile of trampled-down dung where the mule had been tied up next to his house the previous night. And once again he reminded himself it was high time he gave the owner a piece of his mind and stopped him from bringing the mule there. That way, if his family ended up buying it, the owner could probably be persuaded to part with it dirt cheap. On the spot, young Yu sought out the old gentleman who lived next door, on the other side of where the mule had been tied up. As was his habit, the man was taking in the sun, pipe in hand.
"Grandpa, we need to do something. Either that damn little mule goes or my people go, one or the other.
"Irregardless, how come we got to put up with it? This very morning the neighbors come by and tell us to clean up the damn mess. We ain't said nothing to the owner, and the whole village is getting filthy... You being an elder, the folks here won't speak up to you. Instead they come to us.
"How come we got to put up with it?"
The head with its horsehair hat liner nodded. The old gentleman seemed to have been put on the spot.
"Well, it's been an eyesore for so long, I wish we'd stopped it from being tied up there once and for all. The man who owns it keeps asking people to give them a break and bear with them a little longer, until they can move it...
"But from now on he's going to gave to clean up after the animal."
"That's what I like to hear. But he's going to need some convincing. You know, this cooler weather we been having is a luxury. But the dog days are coming, and that's when we get a real problem. Then that manure attracts every fly in the village."
"Yes sir, it does."
"I wish Yu wouldn't talk so polite to me, sir."
"Well, for the time being..."
"There's all sorts of diseases from Manchuria going around, and people say it 's because of that damn manure.
Hwang Sun-won (26 maart 1915-14 september 2000)
De Engels-Ierse schrijver en regisseur Martin McDonagh werd geborenop 26 maart 1970 in Camberwell, Londen. Zie ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2010.
Uit: The Beauty Queen of Leenane
MAG. Young girls should not be out gallivanting with fellas
!
MAUREEN. Young girls! Im forty years old, for fecks sake! Finish it!
Mag drinks again
MAUREEN. Young girls! Thats the beste yet. And how did Annette or Margo ever get married if it wasnt first out gallivanting that they were?
MAG. I dont know.
MAUREEN. Drink!
MAG. I dont like it, Maureen.
MAUREEN. Would you like it better over your head?
Mag drinks again
MAUREEN. Ill tell you, eh? Young girls out gallivanting. Ive heard it all now. What have I ever done but kissed two men the past forty years?
MAG. Two men is plenty!
MAUREEN. Finish!
MAG. Ive finished! (Mag holds out the mug. Maureen washes it.) Two men is two men too much!
MAUREEN. To you, maybe. To you. Not to me.
MAG. Two men too much!
MAUREEN. Do you think I like being stuck up here with you? Eh? Like a dried up oul
MAG. Whore!
Maureen laughs
MAUREEN. Whore? (Pause) Do I not wish, now? Do I not wish? (Pause) Sometimes I dream
MAG. Of being a
?
MAUREEN. Of anything! (Pause. Quietly) Of anything. Other than this.
Martin McDonagh (Camberwell, 26 maart 1970)
De Italiaanse, Duitstalige, dichteres en schrijfster Bettina Galvagni werd geboren op 26 maart 1976 in Neumarkt. Zie ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2010.
Uit: Persona
"Das Feuer ...", begann Lori, "ich träumte von einer Katze, die ich in einem Zeichentrickfilm gesehen hatte. Sie ist in einem Zimmer eingesperrt, es bricht Feuer aus, ein kaputtes Bügeleisen hat es verursacht, und die Katze versucht vergeblich, sich bemerkbar zu machen. Im letzten Augenblick gelingt es ihr, aus dem Fenster zu hüpfen, und draußen treibt sich ein schwarzer Kater herum, mit dem sie fortgeht ... Trotzdem war der Film traurig, ich habe sehr geweint ..."
"Und was war danach, nach dem Feuer?" bohrte Eliza weiter wie ein Zahnarzt.
"Ich bekomme Valiumspritzen. Ich vertraue nur ihm, dem Valium, und dem Arzt. Ich schreie, damit er kommt. Er muß kommen ... Es ist wie eine Liebe."
"Valium ... Spritze ... Arzt ... Der Arzt, der Sie niederspritzt, mit Valium ..."
Lori fühlte einen leichten Schauer, als Eliza diese Worte mit einer tiefen Stimme aussprach.
"Als ich den Geruch des Valiums spürte, einen schweren Geruch, wie der von Veilchen, die in Alkohol eingelegt werden, bildete ich mir ein, jemand träte an mein Bett und sagte: 'Es regnet, die Blätter der Bäume sind grün. Sieh sie dir an.' Ich würde aufstehen und sie mir ansehen, und dann würde ich in mein Bett zurückkehren. Aber einmal geschah es, daß ich mich statt dessen nach der Spritze übergab. Von dem Tag an vertraute ich dem Arzt nicht mehr, ich vertraute niemandem mehr."
Eliza verließ kurz den Raum, und Lori stand auf. Es war ihr, als hörte sie, wie im angrenzenden Raum eine Schranktür geöffnet und etwas entnommen wurde. Sie hörte, wie eine Tablette aus einer Aluminiumverpackung gedrückt und ein Wasserhahn geöffnet wurde. In dem Augenblick versuchte sie sich vorzustellen, wie es wäre, an Elizas Schreibtisch zu sitzen, dort einzuschlafen und am Morgen wieder aufzuwachen. Dann strich sie wie eine Katze um Elizas Bücherregal herum. Auf dem Rücken eines blauen Buches stand in fliederfarbenen Buchstaben "Anti-Ödipus", und auf einem gelben Buch stand "Weltrevolution der Seele".
"Ein Flughafen ... ich fühle mich so krank, daß ich jedem, der mir entgegenrennt, in die Arme sinken will ... Da sehe ich das Buch in meiner Hand, ich halte es sehr fest, wie einen kleinen piepsenden Vogel in einem Käfig. Ich notiere das Datum und die Fluglinie, ich schreibe sie mit einem Bleistift in dieses Buch; ein dickes Buch, das ich auf Reisen immer mit mir herumschleppe ..."
Bettina Galvagni (Neumarkt, 26 maart 1976)
De Amerikaanse dichter Gregory Corso werd geboren in New York op 26 maart 1930. Zie ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2007 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2008. en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2009 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2010.
Last night I drove a car
Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
...went 120 through one town.
I stopped at Hedgeville
and slept in the back seat
...excited about my new life.
The Mad Yak
I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get
from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.
Where are my sisters and brothers?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap.
And that idiot student of his--
I never saw that muffler before.
Poor uncle, he lets them load him.
How sad he is, how tired!
I wonder what they'll do with his bones?
And that beautiful tail!
How many shoelaces will they make of that!
Gregory Corso (26 maart 1930 17 januari 2001)
De Chinese dichter Hai Zi (pseudoniem van de Chinese dichter Cha Haisheng) werd geboren op 26 maart 1964 in Huaining, een klein dorpje in de provincie Anhui. Zie ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2010.
July is Not Far
for Qinghai Lake, please put out my love
July is not far
The birth of sex is not far
Love is not farunder a horses nose
salt in the lake
Thus Qinghai is not far
Beehives along the lake
make me lugubrious:
Flowers bloom in green grass.
On Qinghai Lake
my loneliness is like heavens horse
(Thus, heavens horse is not far)
I am the loveseed: the wild flower
sung in poems, the only fatal flower
in the belly of heavens horse
(Qinghai Lake, put out my love!)
The green stem of a wild flower is not far
The ancient names in the medicine chest are not far
(Other bums, their sicknesses cured
returned home, I want to go visit you now)
Thus over the mountain and across the water
death is not far
Bones hang in my body like branches on blue water
O Qinghai Lake, the dusk-covered water:
Everything is in front of me!
But the birds of May have flown away
The first bird that drinks my head of jewels has flown away
Only Qinghai Lake stays, this corpse of jewels
this dusk-covered water
Vertaald door Ye Chun
Hai Zi (26 maart 1964 26 maart 1989)
Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 26e maart ook mijn vorige blog van vandaag.
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