José Saramago, Craig Arnold, Renate Rubinstein, Danny Wallace, Anton Koolhaas

De Portugese schrijver José Saramago werd geboren op 16 november 1922 in het dorpje Azinhaga in de provincie Ribatejo. Zie ook mijn blog van 16 november 2006 en ook mijn blog van 16 november 2008 en ook mijn blog van 16 november 2009.

 

Uit: Blindness (Vertaald door Giovanni Pontier) 

 

„The amber light came on. Two of the cars ahead accelerated before the red light appeared. At the pedestrian crossing the sign of a green man lit up. The people who were waiting began to cross the road, stepping on the white stripes painted on the black surface of the asphalt, there is nothing less like a zebra, however, that is what it is called. The motorists kept an impatient foot on the clutch, leaving their cars at the ready, advancing, retreating like nervous horses that can sense the whiplash about to be inflicted. The pedestrians have just finished crossing but the sign allowing the cars to go will be delayed for some seconds, some people maintain that this delay, while apparently so insignificant, has only to be multiplied by the thousands of traffic lights that exist in the city and by the successive changes of their three colours to produce one of the most serious causes of traffic jams or bottlenecks, to use the more current term.

The green light came on at last, the cars moved off briskly, but then it became clear that not all of them were equally quick off the mark. The car at the head of the middle lane has stopped, there must be some mechanical fault, a loose accelerator pedal, a gear lever that has stuck, problem with the suspension, jammed brakes, breakdown in the electric circuit, unless he has simply run out of gas, it would not be the first time such a thing has happened. The next group of pedestrians to gather at the crossing see the driver of the stationary car wave his arms behind the windshield, while the cars behind him frantically sound their horns. Some drivers have already got out of their cars, prepared to push the stranded vehicle to a spot where it will not hold up the traffic, they beat furiously on the closed windows, the man inside turns his head in their direction, first to one side then the other, he is clearly shouting something, to judge by the movements of his mouth he appears to be repeating some words, not one word but three, as turns out to be the case when someone finally manages to open the door, I am blind.“

 

 

José Saramago (Azinhaga, 16 november 1922)

 

 

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Chinua Achebe, Hugo Dittberner, Andrea Barrett, Henri Charrière, Jónas Hallgrímsson, Max Zimmering, Birgitta Arens

De Nigeriaanse dichter en schrijver Chinua Achebe werd geboren op 16 november 1930 in Ogidi. Zie ook mijn blog van 16 november 2006 en ook mijn blog van 16 november 2008 en ook mijn blog van 16 november 2009.

 

Agostinho Neto

 

Agostinho, were you no more

Than the middle one favored by fortune

In children’s riddle; Kwame

Striding ahead to accost

Demons; behind you a laggard third

As yet unnamed, of twisted fingers?

No! Your secure strides

Were hard earned. Your feet

Learned their fierce balance

In violent slopes of humiliation;

Your delicate hands, patiently

Groomed for finest incisions,

Were commandeered brusquely to kill,

Your gentle voice to battle-cry.

 

Perhaps your family and friends

Knew a merry flash cracking the gloom

We see in pictures but I prefer

And will keep that sorrowful legend.

For I have seen how

Half a millennium of alien rape

And murder can stamp a smile

On the vacant face of the fool,

The sinister grin of Africa’s idiot-kings

Who oversee in obscene palaces of gold

The butchery of their own people.

 

Neto, I sing your passing, I,

Timid requisitioner of your vast

Armory’s most congenial supply.

What shall I sing? A dirge answering

The gloom? No, I will sing tearful songs

Of joy; I will celebrate

The man who rode a trinity

Of awesome fates to the cause

Of our trampled race!

Thou Healer, Soldier and Poet!

 


Chinua Achebe (Ogidi, 16 november 1930)

 

 

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