Dannie Abse, Lodewijk van Deyssel, Fay Weldon, György Faludy, Hans Leip

De Britse dichter en schrijver Dannie Abse werd geboren op 22 september 1923 in Cardiff, Wales. Zie ook mijn blog van 22 september 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Dannie Abse op dit blog.


Afterwards, late, walking home from hospital,
that December hour too blatantly moonbright
‐ such an unworldly moon so widely round,
an orifice of scintillating arctic light –
I thought how the effrontery of a similar moon,
a Pirandello moon that could make men howl,
would, in future, bring back the eidolon
of you, father, propped high on pillow,
your mouth ajar, your nerveless hand in mine.

At home, feeling hollow, I shamelessly wept
‐ whether for you or myself I do not know.
Tonight a bracing wind makes my eyes cry
while a cloud dociles an impudent moon
that is and was, and is again, and was.

Men become mortal the night their fathers die.


Case History

‘Most Welshmen are worthless,
an inferior breed, doctor.’
He did not know I was Welsh.
Then he praised the architects
of the German death-camps–
did not know I was a Jew.
He called liberals, ‘White blacks’,
and continued to invent curses.

When I palpated his liver
I felt the soft liver of Goering;
when I lifted my stethoscope
I heard the heartbeats of Himmler;
when I read his encephalograph
I thought, ‘Sieg heil, mein Fuhrer.’

In the clinic’s dispensary
red berry of black bryony,
cowbane, deadly nightshade, deathcap.
Yet I prescribed for him
as if he were my brother.

Later that night I must have slept
on my arm: momentarily
my right hand lost its cunning.

Dannie Abse (Cardiff, 22 september 1923)
Portret door zijn zoon David Abse

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Nick Cave

De Australische singer / songwriter, dichter, schrijver en acteur Nicholas Edward Cave werd geboren in Warracknabeal op 22 september 1957. Nick ontmoette Mick Harvey en Phil Calvert op de middelbare school in Caulfield nabij Melbourne, en zij richtten in 1973 een band op onder de naam The Boys Next Door. De band onderging een naamsverandering naar The Birthday Party toen ze naar Londen verhuisden. In 1983 verhuisde de band naar West-Berlijn, en viel kort daarna uit elkaar. Cave, Harvey, en Bargeld vormden daarna Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds met Barry Adamson. De band bracht een aantal succesvolle albums uit over de laatste 20 jaar. Cave verhuisde naar São Paulo, Brazilië, alwaar hij in 1987 trouwde met Viviane Carneiro. Hij heeft een zoon uit dit huwelijk, Luke (1991). Begin 1993 verhuisde hij terug naar Londen. Muziek geschreven door Nick Cave wordt gebruikt in een aantal van de films gemaakt door Wim Wenders. Hij is ook de mede-auteur van de onafhankelijk geproduceerde film “Ghost of the Civil Dead” uit 1989. In hetzelfde jaar bracht hij een boek uit met de titel “And the Ass Saw the Angel”, dat warm werd ontvangen door critici. In 2009 volgde zijn tweede roman “The Death of Bunny Munro”. Nick Cave schreef ook het script voor de film “The Proposition” van John Hillcoat (2005). De muziek voor deze film schreef hij samen met Warren Ellis. In 2007 verscheen het eerste album van zijn nieuwe project, “Grinderman”. Deze groep bestaat buiten Nick Cave zelf uit enkele leden van the Bad Seeds. In maart 2008 verscheen een nieuw album met de Bad Seeds: “Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!”. Op 10 december 2011 maakte de groep bekend per direct uit elkaar te gaan. In november 2010 verscheen het lied “O Children” in de film Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows part 1.

Uit: The Death of Bunny Munro

“I am damned,’ thinks Bunny Munro in a sudden moment of self-awareness reserved for those who are soon to die. He feels that somewhere down the line he has made a grave mistake, but this realisation passes in a dreadful heartbeat, and is gone – leaving him in a room at the Grenville Hotel, in his underwear, with nothing but himself and his appetites. He closes his eyes and pictures a random vagina, then sits on the edge of the hotel bed and, in slow motion, leans back against the quilted headboard. He clamps the mobile phone under his chin and with his teeth breaks the seal on a miniature bottle of brandy. He empties the bottle down his throat, lobs it across the room, then shudders and gags and says into the phone, ‘Don’t worry, love, everything’s going to be all right.’
‘I’m scared, Bunny,’ says his wife, Libby.
‘What are you scared of? You got nothing to be scared of.’
‘Everything, I’m scared of everything,’ she says.
But Bunny realises that something has changed in his wife’s voice, the soft cellos have gone and a high rasping violin has been added, played by an escaped ape or something. He registers it but has yet to understand exactly what this means.
‘Don’t talk like that. You know that gets you nowhere,’ says Bunny, and like an act of love he sucks deep on a Lambert & Butler. It is in that instance that it hits him – the baboon on the violin, the inconsolable downward spiral of her drift – and he says, ‘Fuck!’ and blows two furious tusks of smoke from his nostrils.
‘Are you off your Tegretol? Libby, tell me you’ve been taking your Tegretol!’
There is silence on the other end of the line then a broken, faraway sob.
‘Your father called again. I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t know what he wants. He shouts at me. He raves,’ she says.
‘For Christ’s sake, Libby, you know what the doctor said. If you don’t take your Tegretol, you get depressed. As you well know, it’s dangerous for you to get depressed. How many fucking times do we have to go through this?”

Nick Cave (Warracknabeal , 22 september 1957)