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Literary and music group Feest der Poëzie brings a theatrical lecture on the life and work of Oscar Wilde and one of his favorite beverages – absinthe. This Saturday at the Pianola Museum, 8.30 PM.
Immerse yourself in the story of one of the best-loved writers in the English language with prose, poetry, songs and drama by Oscar Wilde and his contemporaries, on a journey through his rise and fall.
Poet and absintheur David Kwa will demonstrate the absinthe ritual and read manifold roles, such as that of the dreaded Marquess of Queensberry.
Daan van de Velde (piano) and Susanne Winkler (soprano) will perform Irish and English art songs, as performing poet Simon Mulder takes on the roles of narrator and Oscar Wilde (indeed, wearing a contemporary pair of silk breeches) in the fascinating story of his life.
Also, Van de Velde and Mulder will bring the very special performance of a long lost work for piano and voice on Wilde’s ‘Ballad of Reading Gaol’ by early 20th century composer Henri Zagwijn.
The Poetry Bar will bring you carefully prepared absinthe, along with a decadent sonnet.
Saturday the 24th of November 2018
venue open: 8 PM
start: 8.30PM
(English spoken)
venue:
Pianola Museum
Westerstraat 116
Amsterdam
Tickets: € 15/12.50
www.feestderpoezie.nl
trailer: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V6yx3X8rwg
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Kafka’s Other Prague: Writings from the Czechoslovak Republic examines Kafka’s late writings from the perspective of the author’s changing relationship with Czech language, culture, and literature—the least understood facet of his meticulously researched life and work.
Franz Kafka was born in Prague, a bilingual city in the Habsburg Empire. He died a citizen of Czechoslovakia. Yet Kafka was not Czech in any way he himself would have understood. He could speak Czech, but, like many Prague Jews, he was raised and educated and wrote in German. Kafka critics to date have had little to say about the majority language of his native city or its “minor literature,” as he referred to it in a 1913 journal entry. Kafka’s Other Prague explains why Kafka’s later experience of Czech language and culture matters.
Bringing to light newly available archival material, Anne Jamison’s innovative study demonstrates how Czechoslovakia’s founding and Kafka’s own dramatic political, professional, and personal upheavals altered his relationship to this “other Prague.” It destabilized Kafka’s understanding of nationality, language, gender, and sex—and how all these issues related to his own writing.
Kafka’s Other Prague juxtaposes Kafka’s German-language work with Czechoslovak Prague’s language politics, intellectual currents, and print culture—including the influence of his lover and translator, the journalist Milena Jesenská—and shows how this changed cultural and linguistic landscape transformed one of the great literary minds of the last century.
Anne Jamison is an associate professor of English at the University of Utah.
Kafka’s Other Prague
Writings from the Czechoslovak Republic
by Anne Jamison
Publication Date June 2018
Northwestern University Press
Paper Text – $34.95
ISBN 978-0-8101-3720-2
Cloth Text – $99.95
ISBN 978-0-8101-3721-9
Categorie: Literary Criticism
208 pages
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Dit najaar verscheen een volledig herziene leeseditie van de Verzamelde gedichten van Slauerhoff (1898-1938), aangevuld met meer dan 100 nieuwe gedichten.
In 1941, vijf jaar na de dood van J. Slauerhoff, verschenen zijn Verzamelde gedichten, samengesteld door de jonge letterkundige Kees Lekkerkerker. Zijn Verzamelde gedichten beleefden bijna tachtig jaar lang, vrijwel onveranderd, herdruk op herdruk – ondanks het feit dat er inmiddels flink wat onbekende gedichten waren opgedoken.
In deze nieuwe editie van de Verzamelde gedichten is alle poëzie van Slauerhoff voor het eerst in de juiste volgorde samengebracht. Alle door hem gebundelde en verspreid gepubliceerde gedichten en alle later in de nalatenschap aangetroffen poëzie zijn aangevuld met circa honderd niet eerder in de Verzamelde gedichten opgenomen verzen, waaronder Slauerhoffs studenten poëzie, vertalingen, en gewraakte spotverzen. Uit Verzamelde gedichten blijkt wederom dat Slauerhoff de grootste dichter van zijn generatie was. (uitgever)
J. Slauerhoff Verzamelde gedichten
Auteur: J. Slauerhoff
Bezorgd door Hein Aalders en Menno Voskuil
Nijgh & Van Ditmar Uitg.
September 2018
1152 pagina’s
Hardcover
ISBN 9789038804002
€ 34,99
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Notre-dame de Paris – Poéme
Notre-Dame est bien vieille : on la verra peut-être
Enterrer cependant Paris qu’elle a vu naître;
Mais, dans quelque mille ans, le Temps fera broncher
Comme un loup fait un bœuf, cette carcasse lourde,
Tordra ses nerfs de fer, et puis d’une dent sourde
Rongera tristement ses vieux os de rocher!
Bien des hommes, de tous les pays de la terre
Viendront, pour contempler cette ruine austère,
Rêveurs, et relisant le livre de Victor:
—Alors ils croiront voir la vieille basilique,
Toute ainsi qu’elle était, puissante et magnifique,
Se lever devant eux comme l’ombre d’un mort!
Gérard de Nerval
(1808 – 1855)
Notre-Dame de Paris – Poéme
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A Victor Hugo – Poéme
De votre amitié, maître, emportant cette preuve
Je tiens donc sous mon bras le Rhin.
—J’ai l’air d’un fleuve
El je me sens grandir par la comparaison.
Mais le Fleuve sait-il lui pauvre
Dieu sauvage
Ce qui lui donne un nom, une source, un rivage,
Et s’il coule pour tous quelle en est la raison.
Assis au mamelon de l’immense nature,
Peut-être ignore-t-il comme la créature
D’où lui vient ce bienfait qu’il doit aux Immortels:
Moi je sais que de vous, douce et sainte habitude,
Me vient l’Enthousiasme et l’Amour et l’Étude,
Et que mon peu de feu s’allume à vos autels.
Gérard de Nerval
(1808 – 1855)
A Victor Hugo – Poéme
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A young woman in Buenos Aires spies three women in the house across the street from her family’s home. Intrigued, she begins to watch them. She imagines them as accomplices to an unknown crime, as troubled spinsters contemplating suicide, or as players in an affair with dark and mysterious consequences.
Lange’s imaginative excesses and almost hallucinatory images make this uncanny exploration of desire, domestic space, voyeurism and female isolation a twentieth century masterpiece. Too long viewed as Borges’s muse, Lange is today recognized in the Spanish-speaking world as a great writer and is here translated into English for the first time, to be read alongside Virginia Woolf, Clarice Lispector and Marguerite Duras.
Born in 1905 to Norwegian parents in Buenos Aires, Norah Lange was a key figure in the Argentinean avant-garde of the early to mid-twentieth century. Though she began her career writing poetry in the ultraísta mode of urban modernism, her first major success came in 1937 with her memoir Notes from Childhood, followed by the companion memoir Before They Die, and the novels People in the Room and The Two Portraits.
She contributed to the magazines Proa and Martín Fierro, and was a friend to figures such as Jorge Luis Borges, Pablo Neruda, and Federico García Lorca. From her teenage years, when her family home became the site of many literary gatherings, Norah was a mainstay of the Buenos Aires literary scene, and was famous for the flamboyant speeches she gave at parties in celebration of her fellow writers. She traveled widely alone and with her husband, the poet Oliverio Girondo, always returning to Buenos Aires, where she wrote in the house they shared, and where they continued to host legendary literary gatherings. She died in 1972.
Charlotte Whittle has translated works by Silvia Goldman, Jorge Comensal, and Rafael Toriz, among others. Her translations, essays, and reviews have appeared in publications including Mantis, The Literary Review, The Los Angeles Times, Guernica, Electric Literature, BOMB, and the Northwest Review of Books. Originally from England and Utah, she has lived in Mexico, Peru, and Chile, and is now based in New York. She is an editor at Cardboard House Press, a bilingual publisher of Spanish and Latin American poetry.
“Deathly scenes from a wax museum come to life, in a closed, feminine world.” – César Aira
People in the Room
Author: Norah Lange
Translator: Charlotte Whittle
Introduced by César Aira
Language: English
Original language: Spanish
Publisher: And Other Stories
Format: paperback
Publication date: 9 August 2018
ISBN: 9781911508229
Availability: World
Number of pages: 176
Price: €11.09
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Une femme est l’amour – Poéme
Une femme est l’amour, la gloire et l’espérance;
Aux enfants qu’elle guide, à l’homme consolé.
Elle élève le cœur et calme la souffrance,
Comme un esprit des cieux sur la terre exilé.
Courbé par le travail ou par la destinée,
L’homme à sa voix s’élève et son front s’éclaircit;
Toujours impatient dans sa course bornée,
Un sourire le dompte et son cœur s’adoucit.
Dans ce siècle de fer la gloire est incertaine :
Bien longtemps à l’attendre il faut se résigner.
Mais qui n’aimerail pas. dons sa grâce sereine,
La beauté qui la donne ou qui la fait gagner?
Gérard de Nerval
(1808 – 1855)
Une femme est l’amour – Poéme
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Presentiment
With saintly grace and reverent tread,
She walked among the graves with me;
Her every foot-fall seemed to be
A benediction on the dead.
The guardian spirit of the place
She seemed, and I some ghost forlorn
Surprised in the untimely morn
She made with her resplendent face.
Moved by some waywardness of will,
Three paces from the path apart
She stepped and stood — my prescient heart
Was stricken with a passing chill.
The folk-lore of the years agone
Remembering, I smiled and thought:
“Who shudders suddenly at naught,
His grave is being trod upon.”
But now I know that it was more
Than idle fancy. O, my sweet,
I did not think so little feet
Could make a buried heart so sore!
Ambrose Bierce
(1842-1914)
poetry
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Het leven van Gerbrandt Adriaensz. Bredero (1585-1618) was kort maar ongekend vruchtbaar.
In nauwelijks acht jaar schreef hij honderden gedichten en liederen die tot de mooiste uit de Nederlandse literatuur behoren, en meer dan tien toneelstukken die nog altijd sprankelen van leven. Zijn kluchten, het blijspel Moortje en vooral de onweerstaanbare Spaanschen Brabander hebben door de eeuwen heen vele duizenden mensen onvergetelijke uren bezorgd.
Wie was Bredero? Het is een van de grote vragen van de Nederlandse literatuur. Over zijn leven is weinig bekend, zijn werk is heel concreet alledaags, maar tegelijkertijd ook raadselachtig.
Hoe hield hij zich overeind in het van energie en spanning bruisende Amsterdam? In De hartenjager ontrafelt René van Stipriaan de mythen en mysteries rond een van de meest getalenteerde en vrijmoedige auteurs uit het Nederlandse taalgebied: zijn afkomst, zijn vriendschappen en liefdes, zijn enorme productiviteit en zijn plotselinge dood. Weinig is wat het lijkt.
René van Stipriaan (1959) is auteur van Het volle leven en stelde Ooggetuigen van de Gouden Eeuw en, met Geert Mak, Ooggetuigen van de wereldgeschiedenis samen. In augustus verschijnt De hartenjager, over het leven en werk van Bredero.
Auteur: René van Stipriaan
De hartenjager.
Leven, werk en roem van Gerbrandt Adriaensz. Bredero
Non-Fictie – biografie
Taal: Nederlands
Uitgever: Em. Querido’s Uitgeverij BV, Amsterdam
Publicatiedatum: 21-08-2018
ISBN 9789021409528
NUR: 321
359 pagina’s
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Prijs: € 24,99
Hardcover
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Die Einsame
Ich ziehe meine Einsamkeit um mich,
Sie ist so wie ein wärmendstes Gewand
An mir geworden ohne Kniff noch Stich,
Wenn auch der Ärmel fällt tief über meine Hand.
Ein Ungekannter hat ihr Maß gezirkt,
Die fremdes Antlitz fühlt als trübes Wehn;
Die großen Schwarzhalsschwäne sind gewirkt
In ihre Falten; aber ich nur kann sie sehn.
Es tun sich meine innren Blicke auf
– Ein Pfauenauge, das die Flügel schließt –
Und schaun der Welle jadefarbnen Lauf,
Die alte Säume licht und strömend übergießt.
Sie feuchten so wie einer Elbe Haar.
Sie tragen noch den Fluss. Sie schleppen tief.
Und graues Berggestade fängt das Jahr,
Das wie ein Vogel ängstlich seine Tage rief.
Und nun ist Schweigen, Und das Kleid schwillt nun.
Und ich muss wachsen, dass es mir noch ziemt,
Drin Fische, wie sie niemals wirklich tun,
Um meine Brüste schweben, pupurblau gekiemt.
Der Erde Körner sind hineingesät.
Aus meiner Schulter bricht ein Felsengold,
Das Tuch durchschimmernd, das sich schleift und bläht
Und langsam über meiner Stirn zusammenrollt.
Gertrud Kolmar
(1894-1943)
gedicht: Die Einsame
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Osip Mandelstam is a central figure not only in modern Russian but in world poetry, the author of some of the most haunting and memorable poems of the twentieth century.
A contemporary of Anna Akhmatova, Marina Tsvetayeva, and Boris Pasternak, a touchstone for later masters such as Paul Celan and Robert Lowell, Mandelstam was a crucial instigator of the “revolution of the word” that took place in St. Petersburg, only to be crushed by the Bolshevik Revolution. Mandelstam’s last poems, written in the interval between his exile to the provinces by Stalin and his death in the Gulag, are an extraordinary testament to the endurance of art in the presence of terror.
This book represents a collaboration between the scholar Clarence Brown and W. S. Merwin, one of contemporary America’s finest poets and translators. It also includes Mandelstam’s “Conversation on Dante,” an uncategorizable work of genius containing the poet’s deepest reflections on the nature of the poetic process.
Osip Mandelstam (1891–1938) was born and raised in St. Petersburg, where he attended the prestigious Tenishev School, before studying at the universities of St. Petersburg and Heidelberg and at the Sorbonne. Mandelstam first published his poems in Apollyon, an avant-garde magazine, in 1910, then banded together with Anna Akhmatova and Nicholas Gumilev to form the Acmeist group, which advocated an aesthetic of exact description and chiseled form, as suggested by the title of Mandelstam’s first book, Stone (1913).
During the Russian Revolution, Mandelstam left Leningrad for the Crimea and Georgia, and he settled in Moscow in 1922, where his second collection of poems, Tristia, appeared. Unpopular with the Soviet authorities, Mandelstam found it increasingly difficult to publish his poetry, though an edition of collected poems did come out in 1928. In 1934, after reading an epigram denouncing Stalin to friends, Mandelstam was arrested and sent into exile. He wrote furiously during these years, and his wife, Nadezhda, memorized his work in case his notebooks were destroyed or lost. (Nadezhda Mandelstam’s extraordinary memoirs of life with her husband, Hope Against Hope and Hope Abandoned, published in the 1970s, later helped to bring Mandelstam a worldwide audience.)
Clarence Brown is the author of a prize-winning biography of Mandelstam and is Professor Emeritus of Comparative Literature at Princeton.
W.S. Merwin was born in New York City in 1927 and grew up in Union City, New Jersey, and in Scranton, Pennsylvania. From 1949 to 1951 he worked as a tutor in France, Portugal, and Majorca. He has since lived in many parts of the world, most recently on Maui in the Hawaiian Islands. He is the author of many books of poems, prose, and translations and has received both the Pulitzer and the Bollingen Prizes for poetry, among numerous other awards.
The Selected Poems of Osip Mandelstam
by Osip Mandelstam, translated from the Russian by Clarence Brown and by W.S. Merwin
Paperback
Series: New York Review Books Classics
Pages: 192
Publ. Date: August 31, 2004
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1590170911
ISBN-13: 978-1590170915
Books That Everyone Should Read
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A Death-scene
“O day! he cannot die
When thou so fair art shining!
O Sun, in such a glorious sky,
So tranquilly declining;
He cannot leave thee now,
While fresh west winds are blowing,
And all around his youthful brow
Thy cheerful light is glowing!
Edward, awake, awake–
The golden evening gleams
Warm and bright on Arden’s lake–
Arouse thee from thy dreams!
Beside thee, on my knee,
My dearest friend, I pray
That thou, to cross the eternal sea,
Wouldst yet one hour delay:
I hear its billows roar–
I see them foaming high;
But no glimpse of a further shore
Has blest my straining eye.
Believe not what they urge
Of Eden isles beyond;
Turn back, from that tempestuous surge,
To thy own native land.
It is not death, but pain
That struggles in thy breast–
Nay, rally, Edward, rouse again;
I cannot let thee rest!”
One long look, that sore reproved me
For the woe I could not bear–
One mute look of suffering moved me
To repent my useless prayer:
And, with sudden check, the heaving
Of distraction passed away;
Not a sign of further grieving
Stirred my soul that awful day.
Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting;
Sunk to peace the twilight breeze:
Summer dews fell softly, wetting
Glen, and glade, and silent trees.
Then his eyes began to weary,
Weighed beneath a mortal sleep;
And their orbs grew strangely dreary,
Clouded, even as they would weep.
But they wept not, but they changed not,
Never moved, and never closed;
Troubled still, and still they ranged not–
Wandered not, nor yet reposed!
So I knew that he was dying–
Stooped, and raised his languid head;
Felt no breath, and heard no sighing,
So I knew that he was dead.
Emily Brontë
(1818-1848)
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