Jhumpa Lahiri, Pai Hsien-yung, Herman de Man, Helmut Krausser, Giuseppe Bonaviri, Kurt Klinger, Henri Coulonges

De Amerikaanse schrijfster Jhumpa Lahiri Vourvoulias werd geboren op 11 juli 1967 in Londen. Zie ook alle tags voor Jhumpa Lahiri op dit blog.

Uit: The Lowland

“Normally she stayed on the balcony, reading, or kept to an adjacent room as her brother and Udayan studied and smoked and drank cups of tea. Manash had befriended him at Calcutta University, where they were both graduate students in the physics department. Much of the time their books on the behaviors of liquids and gases would sit ignored as they talked about the repercussions of Naxalbari, and commented on the day’s events.
The discussions strayed to the insurgencies in Indochina and in Latin American countries. In the case of Cuba it wasn’t even a mass movement, Udayan pointed out. Just a small group, attacking the right targets.
All over the world students were gaining momentum, standing up to exploitative systems. It was another example of Newton’s second law of motion, he joked. Force equals mass times acceleration.
Manash was skeptical. What could they, urban students, claim to know about peasant life?
Nothing, Udayan said. We need to learn from them.
Through an open doorway she saw him. Tall but slight of build, twenty-three but looking a bit older. His clothing hung on him loosely. He wore kurtas but also European-style shirts, irreverently, the top portion unbuttoned, the bottom untucked, the sleeves rolled back past the elbow.
He sat in the room where they listened to the radio. On the bed that served as a sofa where, at night, Gauri slept. His arms were lean, his fingers too long for the small porcelain cups of tea her family served him, which he drained in just a few gulps. His hair was wavy, the brows thick, the eyes languid and dark.
His hands seemed an extension of his voice, always in motion, embellishing the things he said. Even as he argued he smiled easily. His upper teeth overlapped slightly, as if there were one too many of them. From the beginning, the attraction was there.”

 
Jhumpa Lahiri (Londen, 11 juli 1967)

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Ronald M. Schernikau, Marjan Berk, Luis de Góngora, Léon Bloy, Johanna Schouten-Elsenhout, Richard Beer-Hofmann, Jean-François Marmontel

De Duitse dichter en schrijver Ronald M. Schernikau werd geboren op 11 juli 1960 in Magdeburg. Zie ook alle tags voor Ronald M. Schernikau op dit blog en ook mijn blog van 11 juli 2010.

amerika

als ich ihn im fernsehn jetzt sah
wurde mir mit einem mal klar
er ist ein star

und er lacht und wickelt uns ein
oh sein lächeln muß wohl so sein
er ist ein star

er kann alles und er macht was er will
betritt er den saloon dann wird alles still

er ist ein star aus amerika
er ist da wo er immer war
doch das was wirklich an ihm brennt, er ist
präsident

es ruft die ganze westliche welt
die er in seiner starken hand hält
er ist ein star

spürt er gefahr und zieht seinen colt
dann hat er nur dein bestes gewollt
er ist ein star

er kann alles und er macht was er will
der perfekte westernheld ist sein ziel

wenn er aus europa reitet ist es stille
unsre freiheit das war sein letzter wille

 
Ronald M. Schernikau (11 juli 1960 – 20 oktober 1991)

Doorgaan met het lezen van “Ronald M. Schernikau, Marjan Berk, Luis de Góngora, Léon Bloy, Johanna Schouten-Elsenhout, Richard Beer-Hofmann, Jean-François Marmontel”