George Orwell, Yann Martel, Rob van Essen, Michel Tremblay, Nicholas Mosley, Ingeborg Bachmann, Arseny Tarkovsky

De Britse schrijver George Orwell (pseudoniem van Eric Arthur Blair) werd op 25 juni 1903 geboren in Motihari, India. Zie ook mijn blog van 25 juni 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor George Orwell op dit blog.

Uit: 1984

“On occasion he had even been entrusted with the rectification of The Times leading articles, which were written entirely in Newspeak. He unrolled the message that he had set aside earlier. It ran:
times 3.12.83 reporting bb dayorder doubleplusungood refs unpersons rewrite fullwise upsub antefiling
In Oldspeak (or standard English) this might be rendered:
The reporting of Big Brother’s Order for the Day in The Times of December 3rd 1983 is extremely unsatisfactory and makes references to non-existent persons. Rewrite it in full and submit your draft to higher authority before filing.
Winston read through the offending article. Big Brother’s Order for the Day, it seemed, had been chiefly devoted to praising the work of an organization known as FFCC, which supplied cigarettes and other comforts to the sailors in the Floating Fortresses. A certain Comrade Withers, a prominent member of the Inner Party, had been singled out for special mention and awarded a decoration, the Order of Conspicuous Merit, Second Class.
Three months later FFCC had suddenly been dissolved with no reasons given. One could assume that Withers and his associates were now in disgrace, but there had been no report of the matter in the Press or on the telescreen. That was to be expected, since it was unusual for political offenders to be put on trial or even publicly denounced. The great purges involving thousands of people, with public trials of traitors and thought-criminals who made abject confession of their crimes and were afterwards executed, were special show-pieces not occurring oftener than once in a couple of years. More commonly, people who had incurred the displeasure of the Party simply disappeared and were never heard of again. One never had the smallest clue as to what had happened to them. In some cases they might not even be dead. Perhaps thirty people personally known to Winston, not counting his parents, had disappeared at one time or another.”

George Orwell (25 juni 1903 – 21 januari 1950)

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Larry Kramer, Claude Seignolle, Ariel Gore, Heinrich Seidel, Hans Marchwitza, Georges Courteline, Friederike Kempner

De Amerikaanse schrijver, columnist en homoactivist  Larry Kramer werd geboren in Bridgeport, Connecticut op 25 juni 1935. Zie ook alle tags voor Larry Kramer op dit blog.

Uit: Faggots

“Winnie, or more correctly, Dunnie, as he was then called, didn’t know what a fairy was, such being the insularity of Main Line education even then. So calmly, that same night, with that quest for curiosity, that vigor for knowledge which deserted him at some point between Hill and U. Va., he asked one of his classmates, a cute Jewish scholarship student from Shreveport named Sammy Rosen, whom Dunnie had been spending a lot of time with because Sammy was well-versed and hence helpful in time of test and trial, and as luck would have it, Sammy knew, as Dunnie knew he would. Sammy also shivered as he dispensed the knowledge, so both of them realized, at precisely this moment in time, that they were about to learn even more comprehensively what a fairy was. “Want to come to my room and have some of my Mama’s brownies?” Sammy began haltingly. It was as simple as that. “What will you do when you finish college?” Sammy asked, trying to keep the conversation light, even though he’d been wet dreaming for several months about such an opportunity as was obviously now creeping up on both of them, as they sat on his bed munching away at Mrs. Rosen’s brown squares and waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen. “I think I’m very handsome,” Dunnie said quite matter-offactly, in response to the question. Was this not a Future Great Model in embryo even then? “Don’t you?” “… Yes …,” Sammy replied, wondering what one thing had to do with another. “I wish to do something that will allow the world to appreciate my handsomeness.” “Oh. Like be a movie star?” “Heavens, no. I don’t want to have to talk. I just want to be seen.” And to illustrate his point, he cast a long look at himself in Sammy’s bureau mirror, which was tilted just his way. “And, of course, to be talked about. And worshipped and adored.” “Oh.” “I guess that means I have to be a famous model, though even that’s less than perfect. I really don’t want to be associated with any product. But I guess that can’t be helped. But I’ll see to it that my picture is large and no one will pay any attention to whatever it is I’m selling.” This news hung in the air for moments as the two boys—like cute animals in Walt Disney cartoons, which, when confronted with anything intractable, simply engorge it whole—stuffed huge brownies into their mouths. Dunnie was pleased that his future was clear and Sammy was impressed with such direction. Then Dunnie prophesied again: “I’ll tell you something else. I don’t want to get married. Ever.” “How do you know that?” “I know it. My parents are married, so I just know it.” “I … I know it, too.”

Larry Kramer (Bridgeport, 25 juni 1935)

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Leendert Witvliet

De Nederlandse dichter en schrijver Leendert Witvliet werd geboren in Werkendam op 25 juni 1936. Witvliet begon op zijn zeventiende met het schrijven van cabaret-teksten en gedichten.¹ Hij bezocht de Rijkskweekschool en studeerde M.O-A en M.O-B Nederlands aan de Fryske Akademie te Groningen. Vanaf 1961, na zijn militaire dienstplicht, was hij tot zijn 56ste in het openbaar onderwijs werkzaam. Aan de HAVO en het VWO van het Heymanscollege te Groningen het langst, als conrector en leraar Nederlands. Witvliet werkte regelmatig mee aan de jeugdbijlage van Vrij Nederland, ‘De Blauw Geruite Kiel’, waar hij zowel verhalen als gedichten voor schreef. Voor het Nieuwsblad van het Noorden was hij enige jaren criticus voor de jeugdliteratuur. Ook publiceerde hij werk voor de middelbare school en schreef een boekje voor leraren Nederlands over poëzie in de klas. Witvliet was medewerker aan o.a. De Gids, NVT, Raster, Maatstaf, de Poëziekrant en Rottend Staal.



Even maar in bloei
langs de spoorlijn
de klaproos
met het kleine behaarde blad
de bloem
vuurrood en donker middenin.

Hoog boven het gras
wuift ze
naar wie langs haar komt.



Een middag met een laag zonnetje
met een vijver in december met alles
sneeuw, eenden, vastgevroren
en pas bij elkaar.
Je gezicht met een laag vermoeidheid.

Hoe alles om je heen
deed denken aan ziek,
je achtergebleven lieve zieke
in je en nog geen herinnering.

Hoe we zeggen hoe we zwijgen.

Leendert Witvliet (Werkendam, 25 juni 1936)