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Heatwave (Ted Hughes), June Jordan, Hans Arnfrid Astel

 

Hot Summer Days door Rob Hain, z.j.

 

 

Heatwave

Between Westminster and sunstruck St. Paul’s
The desert has entered the flea’s belly.

Life shut-eyed helf-submerged Nile bulls
The buildings tremble with breath.

The mirage of river is so real
Bodies drift in it, and human rubbish.

The main thing is the silence.
There are no charts for silence.

Men can’t penetrate it. Till sundown
Releases its leopard

Over the roofs, and women are suddenly
Everywhere, and the walker’s bones

Melt in the coughing of great cats.

 

 

Ted Hughes (17 augustus 1930 – 28 oktober 1998)
Mytholmroyd, Yorkshire, de geboorteplaats van Ted Hughes

 

 

De Afro-Amerikaanse schrijfster, dichteres en politiek activiste June Jordan werd geboren op 9 juli 1936 in New York. Zie ook alle tags voor June Jordan op dit blog.

 

 

It’s About You: On the Beach

You have
two hands absolutely lean and clean
to let go the gold
the silver flat or plain rock
sand
but hold the purple pieces
atom articles
that glorify a color
yours is orange
oranges are like you love
a promising
a calm sin and a juice
inside
a juice
a running from the desert
Lord
see how you run
YOUR BODY IS A LONG BLACK WING
YOUR BODY IS A LONG BLACK WING

 

 

You Came with Shells

You came with shells. And left them:
shells.
They lay beautiful on the table.
Now they lie on my desk
peculiar
extraordinary under 60 watts.

This morning I disturb I destroy the window
(and its light) by moving my feet
in the water. There.
It’s gone.
Last night the moon ranged from the left
to the right side
of the windshield. Only white lines
on a road strike me as
reasonable but
nevertheless and too often
we slow down for the fog.

I was going to say a natural environment
means this or
I was going to say we remain out of our
element or
sometimes you can get away completely
but the shells
will tell about the howling
and the losss

 

June Jordan (9 juli 1936 – 14 juni 2002)

 

 

De Duitse dichter Hans Arnfrid Astel werd geboren in München op 9 juli 1933. Zie ook alle tags voor Hans Arnfrid Astel op dit blog.

 

 

DOBBELSTEENSPEL
of: De zevende hemel

De kubus toont de zesde hemelstreek.
Verlicht mijn nacht met jouw kaars.
De grappen stierven weg en het gelach.
Vastberaden reikt je hand naar mijn nest.
De liedjes zijn gezongen, losgemaakt
van de oever is de zachte liefdesboot.
Hij glijdt de zee in, de zevende hemel.
We roeien niet. We schenken ons de rest.

 

 

Vertaald door Frans Roumen

 

Hans Arnfrid Astel (9 juli 1933 – 12 maart 2018)

 

 

Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 9e juli ook mijn blog van 9 juli 2023 en ook mijn blog van 9 juli 2021 en ook mijn blog van 9 juli 2020 en eveneens mijn blog van 9 juli 2019 en ook mijn blog van 9 juli 2018 en ook mijn blog van 9 juli 2017 deel 2.

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Janet Malcolm, Hans Arnfrid Astel

De Amerikaanse schrijfster, journaliste, biografe en essayiste Janet Malcolm werd geboren als Jana Klara Wienerová op 8 juli 1934 in Praag. Zie ook alle tags voor Janet Malcolm op dit blog.

Uit: The Silent Woman. Sylvia Plath And Ted Hughes

“Life, as we all know, does not reliably offer—as art does—a second (and a third and a thirtieth) chance to tinker with a problem, but Ted Hughes’s history seems to be uncommonly bare of the moments of mercy that allow one to undo or redo one’s actions and thus feel that life isn’t entirely tragic. Whatever Hughes might have undone or redone in his relationship to Sylvia Plath, the opportunity was taken from him when she committed suicide, in February of 1963, by putting her head in a gas oven as her two small children slept in a bedroom nearby, which the had sealed against gas fumes, and where she had placed mugs of milk and a plate of bread for them to find when they awoke. Plath and Hughes were not living together at the time of her death. They had been married for six years—she was thirty and he was thirty-two when she died—and had separated the previous fall in a turbulent way. There was another woman. It is a situation that many young married couples find themselves in—one that perhaps more couples find themselves in than don’t—but it is a situation that ordinarily doesn’t last: the couple either reconnects or dissolves. Life goes on. The pain and bitterness and exciting awfulness of sexual jealousy and sexual guilt recede and disappear. People grow older. They forgive themselves and each other, and may even come to realize that what they are forgiving themselves and each other for is youth. But a person who dies at thirty in the middle of a messy separation remains forever fixed in the mess. To the readers of her poetry and her biography, Sylvia Plath will always be young and in a rage over Hughes’s unfaithfulness. She will never reach the age when the tumults of young adulthood can be looked back upon with rueful sympathy and without anger and vengefulness. Ted Hughes has reached this age—he reached it some time ago—but he has been cheated of the peace that age brings by the posthumous fame of Plath and by the public’s fascination with the story of her life. Since he was part of that life—the most interesting figure in it during its final six years—he, too, remains fixed in the chaos and confusion of its final period. Like Prometheus, whose ravaged liver was daily reconstituted so it could be daily reravaged, Hughes has had to watch his young self being picked over by biographers, scholars, critics, article writers, and newspaper journalists. Strangers who Hughes feels know nothing about his marriage to Plath write about it with proprietary authority.”

 

Janet Malcolm (8 juli 1934 – 16 juni 2021)

 

 

De Duitse dichter Hans Arnfrid Astel werd geboren in München op 9 juli 1933. Zie ook alle tags voor Hans Arnfrid Astel op dit blog.

 

BLAUWEREGEN
(Wisteria sinensis, “Wisteria”)

De rank van kennis slingert zoet
rond stam en boom van het hooggeprezen land.
De zoete adder wurgt met zijn geur
de tralies rond het paradijs.
Het hek bezwijkt voor de stormachtige omhelzing.
Zo verdwijnt uiteindelijk alle bitterheid,
verboden worden boodschappers van bewilliging.
Vanuit de lucht valt blauw in onze schoot.

 

Vertaald door Frans Roumen

 

Hans Arnfrid Astel (9 juli 1933 – 12 maart 2018

 

 

Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 8e juli ook mijn blog van 8 juli 2023 en ook mijn blog van 8 juli 2020 en eveneens mijn blog van 8 juli 2019 en ook mijn blog van 8 juli 2017 deel 2.

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