Uwe Tellkamp, Johannes Daniel Falk, Karl Philipp Conz, Arjen van Veelen, Al Galidi

De Duitse schrijver Uwe Tellkamp werd geboren op 28 oktober 1968 in Dresden. Zie ook alle tags voor Uwe Tellkamp op dit blog.

Uit: Der Eisvogel

“Vater bestellte mich in die Bank, wie es seine Art war: Er wusste, dass ich nicht ans Telefon ging, deshalb ließ er mir eine Nachricht zukommen, nicht per e-Mail oder Fax, auch nicht per Post, sondern per Fahrradkurier. Ich möchte dich sprechen. Ich kann morgen eine Viertelstunde erübrigen, warte in meinem Büro auf mich. Und ich wartete – nicht weil mir sein Befehl Wunsch oder ich ein besonders gutdressierter und gehorsamer Sohn gewesen wäre, mich interessierte, was er diesmal von mir wollte, und ich hatte Sehnsucht nach einem Gesicht: Willst du kein normales Leben führen, hatten Lippen zu mir gesagt, die ich bei einem früheren Besuch in Vaters Bank zum ersten Mal sah, damals, als ich im Vestibül aufgerufen wurde und der Empfangsdame folgte, deren Hintern in einem zum Zerreißen gespannten Kostüm vor mir die polierte Marmortreppe zur Chefetage hochschaukelte, dann die Unterredung mit meinem Vater: Wie sieht jetzt deine weitere Lebensplanung aus, Wiggo, hast du eine Stelle, hast du eine Freundin, dann klopfte es, herein, ja, Frau Toft … – ’t Hooft, sagten die Lippen, einer dieser für mich seltsamen holländischen Namen mit einem Apostroph am Anfang und kleinem Buchstaben danach. Die Augen glitten von meinem Vater zu mir, musterten mich spöttisch, dunkel wie Brombeeren, das Haar schwarz und glatt wie Vogelflügel. Ja, Frau ’t Hooft, entschuldigen Sie. Ihr Name ist nicht ganz unkompliziert. Bringen Sie die Dornier-Analyse? Frau ’t Hooft nickte, trat zum Tisch. Ich habe es soweit vorbereitet; aber einiges an den Beteiligungsverhältnissen ist noch unklar, könnten wir, sie sprach ohne Akzent. – In zehn Minuten, sagte Vater. Sie ging. Meine beste Assistentin, ehrgeizig, aber nicht zu sehr, kein Blaustrumpf, glaube ich, will auch Kinder, wie findest du sie? – Vater, hast du mich deswegen bestellt, um mit mir über deine Assistentinnen zu reden? – Nein, aber darüber, was du dir jetzt vorstellst, nachdem du es glücklich bis aufs Arbeitsamt gebracht hast, mein Sohn, wie alt bist du? Vater zündete sich ruhig eine seiner Cohibas an.”


Uwe Tellkamp (Dresden, 28 oktober 1968)
Cover

 

De Duitse dichter, schrijver en theoloog Johannes Daniel Falk werd geboren op 28 oktober 1768 in Danzig. Zie ook alle tags voor Johannes Daniel Falk op dit blog.

Der Bäcker von Prag und die neun Strohwische (Fragment)
Eine Ballade

Graumäntelein ging, so grau von Gestalt,
Wohl durch den finstern böhmischen Wald,
Graumäntelein ging wohl über ein Jahr,
Der Mantel zerrissen und unscheinbar;
Der Regen beregnet ihn jeglichen Tag;
Er ging von Böhmisch-Brod bis gen Prag.

Und wie er gen Prag in die Hauptstadt kam,
Wo die Moldau mitten die Stadt durchschwamm,
Wo Heiligenbilder und d’runter erhöht
St. Nepomuk hoch auf der Brücke steht;-
Hell glänzen drei Sternlein über dem Haupt –
Daß selig das Volk wird, das an ihn glaubt;

Besucht’ er im Regen sein altes Quartier,
Tief unter’m Hradschin angebaut liegt’s hier.
Und der Nebel durchzog so finster die Stadt,
Und der Wanderer sucht im Nebel den Pfad;
Hier wohnt der Hussit, und der Christ und der Jud’,
und lebet geschützt vor Verfolgungswuth.

Und sieh’! vor der Thür auf dem Schemel da saß,
Verkaufend Semmel und Stritzel, Herr Clas;
Herr Clas, den Reichen und Armen bekannt,
Und der reichste der Bäcker in Prag nur genannt;
Wohl hielt er der Schweine sich hundert zur Mast,
Er selbst war dicker als alle sie fast.

 
Johannes Daniel Falk (28 oktober 1768 – 14 februari 1826)
Portret door Hanna Kohlschein, z.j.

 

De Duitse dichter en schrijver Karl Philipp Conz werd geboren op 28 oktober 1762 in Lorch. Zie ook alle tags voor Karl Philipp Conz op dit blog.

Abendphantasie

Die Phantasie, des Himmels schönstes Kind,
Kommt auf Gewölk von Rosen hergezogen;
Der Abendsonne Zauberdüfte sind
Schon vor ihr her den Bergen angeflogen:

Romantisch liegt vor mir das kleine Thal,
Vom nahen Wall der Hügel still begränzet,
Um die ersterbend schon der letzte Strahl
Der Sonn’ im Kampfe mit den Schatten glänzet;

Die fallen jetzt hernieder in das Land;
Das Schauspiel dort der Ferne tritt zurücke;
Die Welt verengt an dichter Nebelwand
Allmählich sich des Spähers irrem Blicke.

Ein Schweigen, wie der Ruhe Schweigen, zieht
Sich rings umher durchs dämmernde Gefilde,
Auf das herab schon Hespers Fackel glüht:
Verschwunden sind vor mir des Tags Gebilde.

Die Nebel fliehn; der Sterne Welt geht auf;
Sie blinken Aug an Auge schon am Himmel:
Frey wandeln sie jetzt den gewohnten Lauf,
Den festlichen, in seligem Gewimmel.

Mein innres Licht wird durch ihr Licht erhellt:
Es tagt in mir; ich wähne, neue Augen
Gehn in mir auf, die Wunder jener Welt
Voll Pracht und hoher Schönheit einzusaugen.

Der Gottheit Strahl berühret mich und reißt
Mich hoch empor, weit über niedre Zonen
Hin wo der Quell der ewgen Wahrheit fleußt,
Und die Gestalten alles Guten thronen.

 
Karl Philipp Conz (28 oktober 1762 – 20 juni 1827)
Lorch

 

Onafhankelijk van geboortedata

De Nederlandse schrijver, essayist, journalist en columnist Arjen van Veelen werd geboren in Rotterdam in 1980. Zie ook alle tags voor Arjen van Veelen op dit blog.

Uit: En hier een plaatje van een kat & andere ongerijmdheden van het moderne leven

“Treinstations begonnen op vliegvelden te lijken. Er kwamen beveiligingspoortjes. Er kwamen steeds meer winkels. ‘De winkels geven het station een gevoel van veiligheid en comfort, gemak en zekerheid in een hectische omgeving, maar brengen ook sfeer en vermaak,’ schreef de NS.
Het was in diezelfde tijd dat treinconducteurs op omroepcursus moesten, waar ze leerden om de reiziger ‘persoonlijker’ toe te spreken. ‘Goedemiddag, welkom in de intercity naar Eindhoven’, of ‘wij gaan nog voor u stoppen in Venlo’. Let op dat ‘voor u’ – het stoppen van de trein, voorheen vanzelfsprekend, werd nu gebracht als extra service, een gunst bijna. En omgekeerd leerden de conducteurs om vertragingen voortaan ‘extra reistijd’ te noemen, als een onverwachte bonus. In die tijd verschenen er op de stations slogans als ‘Genieten’, ‘Prettig wachten’, ‘Verwen jezelf’.
Wachten werd genieten.
Genieten werd shoppen.
Het missen van je trein werd een belevenis.
Maar zomaar ergens zitten kon haast niet meer: bijna elk stoeltje of bankje in de hal hoorde nu bij een keten. Consumptie verplicht. De wachtende mens werd gekalmeerd met goede catering. Zijn wachttijd moest geen sleur zijn, maar een vakantie, een minibreak. Alsof je hier niet wachtte op de boemel, maar in de rij stond voor de achtbaan.”

 
Arjen van Veelen (Rotterdam, 1980)

 

De Nederlandstalige dichter en schrijver Al Galidi (eigenlijk Rodhan Al Khalidi) werd geboren in Al-Najaf (een klein dorpje in het Zuiden van Irak). Zie ook alle tags voor Al Galidi op dit blog.

Vergadering

Waarheen gaat de Nederlander?
Naar een vergadering.
Waar komt hij vandaan?
Van een vergadering.

Het huis
is de vergadering van de Nederlander
met zijn hond.

De douche
is de vergadering van de Nederlander
met het warme water.

De slaap
is de vergadering van de Nederlander
met zijn bed.

Wakker worden
is de vergadering van de Nederlander
met de haast.

De vergadering
is de vergadering van de Nederlander
met de vergadering.


Al Galidi (Al-Najaf, 1971)

Evelyn Waugh, Jan Weiler, JMH Berckmans, John Hollander, Al Galidi, Uwe Tellkamp, Johannes Daniel Falk, Karl Philipp Conz, Arjen van Veelen

De Britse schrijver Evelyn Waugh werd geboren in Londen op 28 oktober 1903. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Evelyn Waugh op dit blog.

Uit:The Loved One

“The benefits of the plan are twofold” — she was speaking by the book now with a vengeance — “financial and psychological. You, Mr. Barlow, are now approaching your optimum earning phase. You are no doubt making provision of many kinds for your future — investments, insurance policies and so forth. You plan to spend your declining days in security but have you considered what burdens you may not be piling up for those you leave behind? Last month, Mr. Barlow, a husband and wife were here consulting us about Before Need Provision. They were prominent citizens in the prime of life with two daughters just budding into womanhood. They heard all particulars, they were impressed and said they would return in a few days to complete arrangements. Only next day those two passed on, Mr. Barlow, in an automobile accident, and instead of them there came two distraught orphans to ask what arrangements their parents had made. We were obliged to inform them that no arrangements had been made. In the hour of their greatest need those children were left comfortless. How different it would have been had we been able to say to them: ‘Welcome to all the Happiness of Whispering Glades.’ ”
“Yes, but you know I haven’t any children. Besides I am a foreigner. I have no intention of dying here.”
“Mr. Barlow, you are afraid of death.”
“No, I assure you.”
“It is a natural instinct, Mr. Barlow, to shrink from the unknown. But if you discuss it openly and frankly you remove morbid reflexions. That is one of the things the psycho-analysts have taught us. Bring your dark fears into the light of the common day of the common man, Mr. Barlow. Realize that death is not a private tragedy of your own but the general lot of man. As Hamlet so beautifully writes: ‘Know that death is common; all that live must die.’ Perhaps you think it morbid and even dangerous to give thought to this subject, Mr. Barlow, the contrary has been proved by scientific investigation. Many people let their vital energy lag prematurely and their earning capacity diminish simply through fear of death. By removing that fear they actually increase their expectation of life. Choose now, at leisure and in health, the form of final preparation you require, pay for it while you are best able to do so, shed all anxiety. Pass the buck, Mr. Barlow; Whispering Glades can take it.”

 
Evelyn Waugh (28 oktober 1903 – 10 april 1966)
Scene uit de gelijknamige film uit 1965 met Robert Morse als Dennis Barlow (links)

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Evelyn Waugh, Jan Weiler, JMH Berckmans, John Hollander, Al Galidi, Uwe Tellkamp, Johannes Daniel Falk, Karl Philipp Conz

De Britse schrijver Evelyn Waugh werd geboren in Londen op 28 oktober 1903. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Evelyn Waugh op dit blog.

Uit:Brideshead Revisited

“Sebastian lived at Christ Church, high in Meadow Buildings. He was alone when I came, peeling a plover’s egg taken from the large nest of moss in the centre of his table.
‘I’ve just counted them,’ he said. ‘There were five each and two over, so I’m having the two. I’m unaccountably hungry today. I put myself unreservedly in the hands of Dolbear and Goodall, and feel so drugged that I’ve begun to believe that the whole of yesterday evening was a dream. Please don’t wake me up.
He was entrancing, with that epicene beauty which in extreme youth sings aloud for love and withers at the first cold wind.
His room was filled with a. strange jumble of objects—a harmonium in a gothic case, an elephant’s-foot waste-paper basket, a dome of wax fruit, two disproportionately large Sèvres vases, framed drawings by Daumier—made all the more incongruous by the austere college furniture and the large luncheon table. His chimney-piece was covered in cards of invitation from London hostesses.

 
Anthony Anfrews (Sebastian) en Jeremy Irons (Charles) in de tv-serie Brideshead Revisited uit 1981

‘That beast Hobson has put Aloysius next door,’ he said. ‘Perhaps it’s as well, as there wouldn’t have been any plovers’ eggs for him. D’you know, Hobson hates Aloysius. I wish I had a scout like yours. He was sweet to me this morning where some people might have been quite strict.’
The party assembled. There were three Etonian freshmen, mild, elegant, detached young men who had all been to a dance in London the night before, and spoke of it as though it had been the funeral of a near but unloved kinsman. Each as he came into the room made first for the plovers’ eggs, then noticed Sebastian and then myself with a polite lack of curiosity which seemed to say: ‘We should not dream of being so offensive as to suggest that you never met us before.’
‘The first this year,’ they said. ‘Where do you get them?’
‘Mummy sends them from Brideshead. They always lay early for her.’
When the eggs were gone and we were eating the lobster Newburg, the last guest arrived.
‘My dear,’ he said, ‘I couldn’t get away before. I was lunching with my p-ppreposterous tutor. He thought it ‘was very odd my leaving when I did. I told him I had to change for F-f-footer.’

 
Evelyn Waugh (28 oktober 1903 – 10 april 1966)

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Evelyn Waugh, Jan Weiler, JMH Berckmans, John Hollander, Al Galidi, Uwe Tellkamp

De Britse schrijver Evelyn Waugh werd geboren in Londen op 28 oktober 1903. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Evelyn Waugh op dit blog.

Uit:Brideshead Revisited

‘It wasn’t one of my party. It was someone from out of college.’
‘Well, it’s just as nasty clearing it up, whoever it was.’
‘There’s five shillings on the sideboard.’
‘So I saw and thank you, but I’d rather not have the money and not have the mess, any morning.’
I took my gown and left him to his task. I still frequented the lecture-room in those days, and it was after eleven when I returned to college. I found my room full of flowers; what looked like, and, in fact, was, the entire day’s stock of a market-stall stood in every conceivable vessel in every part of the room. Lunt was secreting the last of them in brown paper preparatory to taking them home.
‘Lunt, what is all this?’
‘The gentleman from last night, sir, he left a note for you.’
The note was written in conté crayon on a whole sheet of my choice Whatman H.P. drawing paper: I am very contrite. Aloysius won’t speak to me until he sees I am forgiven, so please come to luncheon today. Sebastian Flyte. It was typical of him, I reflected, to assume I knew where he lived; but, then, I did know.

 
Anthony Anfrews (Sebastian), Diana Quick (Julia) en Jeremy Irons (Charles) in de tv-serie Brideshead Revisited uit 1981

‘A most amusing gentleman, I’m sure it’s quite a pleasure to clean up after him. I take it you’re lunching out, sir. I told Mr Collins and Mr Partridge so—they wanted to have their commons in here with you.’
‘Yes, Lunt, lunching out.’
That luncheon party—for party it proved to be—was the beginning o f a new epoch in my life.
I went there uncertainly, for it was foreign ground and there was a tiny, priggish, warning voice in my ear which in the tones of Collins told me it was seemly to hold back. But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.”

 
Evelyn Waugh (28 oktober 1903 – 10 april 1966)

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Evelyn Waugh, Jan Weiler, JMH Berckmans, John Hollander, Al Galidi, Uwe Tellkamp

De Britse schrijver Evelyn Waugh werd geboren in Londen op 28 oktober 1903. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Evelyn Waugh op dit blog.

Uit: Brideshead Revisited

“I threw open my windows and from the quad outside came the not uncommon sounds of bibulous laughter and unsteady steps. A voice said: “Hold up”; another, “Come on”; another, “Plenty of time . . . House . . . till Tom stops ringing”; and another, clearer than the rest, “D’you know I feel most unaccountably unwell. I must leave you a minute,” and there appeared at my window the face I knew to be Sebastian’s — but not as I had formerly seen it, alive and alight with gaiety; he looked at me for a moment with unseeing eyes and then, leaning forward well into the room, he was sick.
It was not unusual for dinner parties to end in that way; there was in fact a recognized tariff on such occasions for the comfort of the scout; we were all learning, by trial and error, to carry our wine. There was also a kind of insane and endearing orderliness about Sebastian’s choice, in his extremity, of an open window. But, when all is said, it remained an unpropitious meeting.

 
Anthony Andrews als Sebastian in de tv-serie Brideshead Revisited uit 1981

His friends bore him to the gate and, in a few minutes, his host, an amiable Etonian of my year, returned to apologize. He, too, was tipsy and his explanations were repetitive and, towards the end, tearful. “The wines were too various,” he said; “it was neither the quality nor the quantity that was at fault. It was the mixture. Grasp that and you have the root of the matter. To understand all is to forgive all.”
“Yes,” I said, but it was with a sense of grievance that I faced Lunt’s reproaches next morning.
“A couple of jugs of mulled claret between the five of you,” Lunt said, “and this had to happen. Couldn’t even get to the window. Those that can’t keep it down are better without it.”

 
Evelyn Waugh (28 oktober 1903 – 10 april 1966)
Waugh als student in Oxford, 1923

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Evelyn Waugh, JMH Berckmans, John Hollander, Al Galidi, Uwe Tellkamp

De Britse schrijver Evelyn Waugh werd geboren in Londen op 28 oktober 1903. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Evelyn Waugh op dit blog.

 

Uit: Brideshead Revisited

 

“… The whole argument from Significant Form stands or falls by volume. If you allow Cézanne to represent a third dimension on his two-dimensional canvas, then you must allow Landseer his gleam of loyalty in the spaniel’s eye”—but it was not until Sebastian, idly turning the page of Clive Bell’s Art, read: “‘Does anyone feel the same kind of emotion for a butterfly or a flower that he feels for a cathedral or a picture?’ Yes. I do,” that my eyes were opened.

I knew Sebastian by sight long before I met him. That was unavoidable for, from his first week, he was the most conspicuous man of his year by reason of his beauty, which was arresting, and his eccentricities of behaviour which seemed to know no bounds. My first sight of him was as we passed in the door of Germer’s, and, on that occasion, I was struck less by his looks than by the fact that he was carrying a large Teddy-bear.

“That,” said the barber, as I took his chair, “was Lord Sebastian Flyte. A most amusing young gentleman.”

 

 

 

Jeremy Irons en Anthony Andrews als Charles en Sebastian

In de tv-serie Brideshead Revisited uit 1981

 

 

“Apparently,” I said coldly.

“The Marquis of Marchmain’s second boy. His brother, the Earl of Brideshead, went down last term. Now he was very different, a very quiet gentleman, quite like an old man. What do you suppose Lord Sebastian wanted? A hair brush for his Teddy-bear; it had to have very stiff bristles, not, Lord Sebastian said, to brush him with, but to threaten him with a spanking when he was sulky. He bought a very nice one with an ivory back and he’s having ‘Aloysius’ engraved on it—that’s the bear’s name.” The man, who, in his time, had had ample chance to tire of undergraduate fantasy, was plainly captivated by him. I, however, remained censorious and subsequent glimpses of Sebastian, driving in a hansom cab and dining at the George in false whiskers, did not soften me, although Collins, who was reading Freud, had a number of technical terms to cover everything.

Nor, when at last we met, were the circumstances propitious. It was shortly before midnight in early March; I had been entertaining the college intellectuals to mulled claret; the fire was roaring, the air of my room heavy with smoke and spice, and my mind weary with metaphysics.

 

 

 

Evelyn Waugh (28 oktober 1903 – 10 april 1966)

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John Hollander, Al Galidi, Johannes Daniel Falk, Karl Philipp Conz

De Amerikaanse dichter en criticus John Hollander werd geboren op 28 oktober 1929 in New York. Zie ook mijn blog van 28 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor John Hollander op dit blog.

 

Uit: A Close Look at Robert Frost

“I’m going to talk this afternoon about Frost as a myth-maker, which is usually not how we think of him. I’m going to look closely at that poem of Frost’s called “The Oven Bird,” which I think very easy and very difficult at once.

Mythologizing any construction of nature, an animal, plant, a geological formation, a moment of process–this could be seen both as a desecration and a celebration of pragmatically considered fact. When this goes on in poetry–what Frost himself called “the renewal of words forever and ever”–it is accompanied and invigorated by a reciprocal mythologizing of the very words used in the poetic process. Literature is full of mythological, mostly composite creatures: phoenix, unicorn, basilisk, chimera, hydra, centaur. As nature is even more full of creatures totally innocent of interpretation: woodchuck, anteater, turbot, Shetland pony, jellyfish, and quail. But then, there are the fallen creatures, the intermediate ones: lion, eagle, ant, grasshopper, barracuda, fox, hyena . . . who have been infected with signification from Aesop on. It is one of the tasks of poetry to keep renewing the taxonomic class of such creatures, by luring them unwittingly into a cage of metaphor, which of course they are not aware of inhabiting. Such new reconstructions of animals are almost a post-Romantic cottage industry, even as the rehearsal, again and again, of the traditional ones, used to characterize pre-Romantic emblematic poetry. I want to look at a well-known instance of such reconstruction, in the case of Frost’s “The Oven Bird.”

We’ll start with the unpoetic ornithology from The Field Guide to North American Birds: “Sayerus Oricopilus is a ground-walking warbler. It is common in deciduous woods. It builds a domed nest on the ground and sings from an exposed perch on the understory of the trees.”

 

John Hollander (New York, 28 oktober 1929)

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