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IVO VAN LEEUWEN: NIETZSCHE

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Ivo van Leeuwen: Nietzsche

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IVO VAN LEEUWEN: DE BEDENKELIJK KIJKENDE GRONDEEKHOORN # 11

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Ivo van Leeuwen: De bedenkelijke kijkende grondeekhoorn #11

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IVO VAN LEEUWEN: ZONDER TITEL

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Ivo van Leeuwen: Zonder titel

Ivo van Leeuwen (Leiden 1969), tekenaar, schilder en performer, studeerde aan de kunstacademies van Den Bosch, Breda en Tilburg. Hij tekende stripverhalen voor verschillende tijdschriften en andere media, waaronder Zone 5300 en De bedenkelijk kijkende grondeekhoorn. Van Leeuwen, die al enige tijd in Tilburg woont en werkt, bedient zich van vele stijlen en werkvormen. Treffende voorbeelden zijn zijn illustraties in het boek Ontsnapt aan de vrijheid (2005), dat hij publiceerde met S. Lloyd Trumpstein, en zijn linosneden in het boek Voorbij de meet (2006), dat gedichten van Jace van de Ven over dramatische gebeurtenissen uit de Tour de France-historie begeleiden.  1986/1988 kunstakademie den Bosch. Schilderen. / 1993/1995 kunstakademie Breda. Grafische vormgeving. / 1996 kunstakademie Tilburg. Animatie.

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IVO VAN LEEUWEN: NATIONALE WAARDENPAPIERVERBRANDING

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Ivo van Leeuwen: Nationale waardenpapierverbranding.  Brand los voor eer en geweten.

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IVO VAN LEEUWEN: YOU ORDER WE IGNORE

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Ivo van Leeuwen: You order we ignore

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IVO VAN LEEUWEN: ZONDER TITEL

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 Ivo van Leeuwen: Zonder titel

 

Ivo van Leeuwen (Leiden 1969), tekenaar, schilder en performer, studeerde aan de kunstacademies van Den Bosch, Breda en Tilburg. Hij tekende stripverhalen voor verschillende tijdschriften en andere media, waaronder Zone 5300 en De bedenkelijk kijkende grondeekhoorn. Van Leeuwen, die al enige tijd in Tilburg woont en werkt, bedient zich van vele stijlen en werkvormen. Treffende voorbeelden zijn zijn illustraties in het boek Ontsnapt aan de vrijheid (2005), dat hij publiceerde met S. Lloyd Trumpstein, en zijn linosneden in het boek Voorbij de meet (2006), dat gedichten van Jace van de Ven over dramatische gebeurtenissen uit de Tour de France-historie begeleiden.  1986/1988 kunstakademie den Bosch. Schilderen. / 1993/1995 kunstakademie Breda. Grafische vormgeving. / 1996 kunstakademie Tilburg. Animatie.

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Edgar Allan Poe & Gustave Doré: The Raven II

 

Edgar Allan Poe

(1809-1849)

poem

& Gustave Doré

(1832-1883)

illustrations

T H E   R A V E N

  

 Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven

 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’

 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.

 

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is, and nothing more,’

 

Presently my heart grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there, and nothing more.

 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

 

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

 

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door –
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

 

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

 

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘

 

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’

 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamo-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

 

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe from tha memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

 

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore –
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

 

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

 

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take tha form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

 

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

 

T H E   E N D

 Edgar Allan Poe

Gustave Doré

Edgar Allan Poe & Gustave Doré

The Raven part II

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Museum of Literary Treasures: Sherlock Holmes VI

 

Museum of Literary Treasures

SHERLOCK HOLMES part VI

 The Sherlock Holmes Museum

Bakerstreet – LONDON

photos: jefvankempen

Illustrations: Sidney Paget

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