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Fluch
Du sträubst und wehrst!
Die Brände heulen
Flammen
Sengen!
Nicht Ich
Nicht Du
Nicht Dich!
Mich!
Mich!
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Fluch, 1914
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Het Russische absurdisme laat zich gemakkelijk terugbrengen tot één man: Daniil Charms. “Charms is kunst,’ schreef een vriend over hem.
Met zijn opvallende verschijning, zijn excentriciteit, zijn creatieve tegendraadsheid was hij een fenomeen en groeide hij na zijn dood uit tot een wereldwijd bekende cultschrijver. “Mij interesseert alleen “onzin”,’ schreef hij ooit, “alleen dat wat geen enkele praktische zin heeft.’
Charms blinkt uit in het tonen van de onsamenhangendheid van het bestaan en de onvoorspelbaarheid van het lot. Hij zoekt naar een ongefilterde verbeelding van de chaos die wij voortbrengen, los van zingeving en in de hoop op nieuwe ervaringen en aha-erlebnissen. In zijn werk laat hij willekeur vergezeld gaan van een stevige dosis, vaak zwartgallige, humor.
Voor het eerst verschijnt een grote uitgave van Charms’ werk in de Russische Bibliotheek, samengesteld uit proza, toneelteksten, gedichten, autobiografisch proza en kinderverhalen, en rijkelijk aangevuld met avantgardistische illustraties.
Auteur: Daniil Charms
Verzameld werk
Vertaald door Yolanda Bloemen
Russische Bibliotheek (RB)
Uitgeverij van Oorschot
Verschijningsdatum januari 2018
Taal Nederlands
1e druk
Bindwijze: Hardcover
Afmetingen 20,3 x 12,8 x 3,4 cm
736 pagina’s
ISBN 9789028282353
€ 44,99
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Siede
Meine Schwäche hält sich mühsam
An den eigenen Händen
Mit meinen Kräften
Spielen deine Knöchel
Fangeball!
In deinem Schreiten knistert
Hin
Mein Denken
Und
Dir im Auggrund
Stirbt
Mein letztes Will!
Dein Hauch zerweht mich
Schreivoll in Verlangen
Kühl
Kränzt dein Tändeln
In das Haar
Sich
Lächelnd
Meine Qual!
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Siede, 1914
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Tanz
Milchweiche Schultern!
Augen flirren, flackern!
Blond und schwarz und sonnengolden
Taumeln Haare, wirren, krampfen,
Schlingen Brücken,
Brücken!
Hin
Und rüber
Taumeln, Kitzel,
Bäumen, saugen,
Saugen, züngeln
Schürfen
Blut
Schweres, lustgesträubtes
Blut!
In die Wunden
Hüpfen Töne,
Sielen, bohren,
Wühlen, quirlen,
Fallen kichernd,
Schwellen auf und fressen sich,
Gatten, gatten, schwängern sich,
Bären Schauer
Wahnengroß!
Hilflos surren um die Lichter
Mutterängste
Nach den Kindern,
Die sich winden,
Winden, huschen
Vor den Tritten,
Die sie packen,
Ihre glasen, sichten Leiber
Schinden, scharren,
Pressen, schleudern,
Tückisch abgemessne Lüste
Jagen unter Brunstgestöne,
Brunstgeächze
Und
Gekrächze!
Durch die Wirrnis
Durch die Flirrnis
Blitzt Verstummen!
Jäh zerflattern
Drängen gellend
An die Decke
Sich die Töne,
Klammern, krallen
Scheu verwimmernd
Am Gebälk!
Glotzen nieder,
Wo mit Wuchten
Schlorrt das Keuchen,
Schlappet
Ringsum an den Wänden
Seinen ungefügen Leib,
Unzahlmäulig
zuckt und schnauft!
An die angstzerglühten Herzen
Reißen flammend hoch die Lichter
Ihre hetzverstörten Kinder,
Die in Irren, Wirren
Zitternd
Ob der ungewohnten Ruhe
Ab sich tasten
Und sich streicheln
Gegenseitig
Hell von Staunen,
Daß sie leben noch,
Sie leben!
Zagig finden sie das Lächeln,
Fluten leise, fluten, fluten,
Reichen summend sich die Hände,
werden warm
Und
Schwingen Reigen!
Da
In Peitschlust, Streitdurst, Quälsucht
Vollgesogen
Vom Gebälke
Stiebt das Gellen!
Schrillt unbändig,
Ueberschlägt sich,
Purzelt, flattert,
Springt und stöbert,
Federt, pumpelt auf
Das Untier,
Das
Mit tausend Füßen aufschrickt,
Trippelt, trappelt,
Trappelt, grappelt,
Gell gedrängelt
Von den Tönen,
Die zerrasseln,
Niederprasseln,
Peitschen, schlagen, fiebern, kosen
Und im Wirbel
Wringen, wiegen
Schwelles,
Blaßhellrotes Fleisch!
Milchweiche Schultern!
Augen . . .
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Tanz, 1914
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Mrs. Whitehead
But you like it.
They can’t any of them be quite as bad because they learned french but I never did.
He doesn’t look dead at all.
The wind might have blown him.
He comes from that direction. That’s the way.
They are not knotted. Have you smelt it. What would you suggest, your advice I have come across three or four.
So they are the others.
Separate them.
It does make one come, he is extraordinarily charming and endearing once of twice only twice I think.
He is not staying out that’s hard beside that what does he do.
That’s long for his mother.
She travelled from this rest. She crocheted from this nest.
She crocheted from this nest. I thought it wasn’t ever.
It’s one of my favorite ones this.
And yet not this.
Isn’t it funny.
It isn’t.
Break or breaking, very fair, break or very wanting.
I tried it this way before.
Very difficult to change extra places and yet I can agree. I can agree by that. I rest this piece of it and it’s nearly the same climate. I will tell you why they want a real door. They choose it.
They do so and very pure water. They are safe when they take a bath. Oh it is very. Oh it is.
In a way a vest.
I do think you get what you want.
Corrections.
It is eleven weeks from the middle of September. I glance in a way.
It is eleven weeks from the middle of September.
Total recollect others.
I glance at and I can recollect others. I make a division neatly, I close.
What is wrong with not blue. That is right with apples. Apples four. For. Fore.
Before that.
Next stretching.
Next for that leaf stretching.
I do not state leaf.
I like to beg very much stream.
Not exactly in state.
Understate.
All in so.
They expect all the blues to take of all the other families, the whites are extra they are beside all that, they make a little house and through and beside that they live in Paris.
Hardly enough for wood.
Not a color even.
By now a change of grass and wedding rings and all but the rest plan. I don’t care I won’t look.
I am not sure that yellow is good. I am tall.
Allow that. I don’t want any more out in conversation.
I can be careful.
Not within wearing it.
I cannot say to stay.
No please don’t get up.
And now that.
Yes I see.
Did you pay him for that whether for a spider and such splendor and indeed quitting. I meant to gather.
I see it I see it.
Please ocean spoke please Helen land please take it away.
I saw a spoken leave leaf and flowers made vegetables and foliage in soil. I saw representative mistakes and glass cups, I saw a whole appearance of respectable refugees, I did not ask actors I asked pearls, I did not choose to ask trains, I was satisfied with celebrated ransoms. I cannot deny Bertie Henschel is coming tomorrow. Saturdays are even. There is a regular principle, if you mention it you mention what happened.
What do you make of it.
You exceed all hope and all praise.
Stein, Gertrude
(1874-1946)
Mrs. Whitehead
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Totentanz 1916
So sterben wir, so sterben wir
Und sterben alle Tage,
Weil es so gemütlich sich sterben lässt.
Morgens noch in Schlaf und Traum,
Mittags schon dahin,
Abends schon zu unterst im Grabe drin.
Die Schlacht ist unser Freudenhaus,
Von Blut ist unsre Sonne,
Tod ist unser Zeichen und Losungswort.
Kind und Weib verlassen wir:
Was gehen sie uns an!
Wenn man sich auf uns nur verlassen kann!
So morden wir, so morden wir
Und morden alle Tage
Unsere Kameraden im Totentanz.
Bruder, reck Dich auf vor mir!
Bruder, Deine Brust!
Bruder, der Du fallen und sterben musst.
Wir murren nicht, wir knurren nicht,
Wir schweigen alle Tage
Bis sich vom Gelenke das Hüftbein dreht.
Hart ist unsre Lagerstatt,
Trocken unser Brot,
Blutig und besudelt der liebe Gott.
Wir danken Dir, wir danken Dir,
Herr Kaiser für die Gnade,
Dass Du uns zum Sterben erkoren hast.
Schlafe Du, schlaf sanft und still,
Bis Dich auferweckt
Unser armer Leib, den der Rasen deckt.
Hugo Ball
(1886-1927)
Totentanz 1916
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Ils craignent
Peu savent qu’à se détourner
ils retrouveraient le sel de la vie
A se détourner ils craindraient
de se voir transformer en statue de sel.
Peu savent qu’à se détourner de droit chemin
ils retrouveraient le goût.
Laure
(Colette Peignot 1903 – 1938)
Ils craignent
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Counting Her Dresses
A Play
Part I.
ACT I.
When they did not see me.
I saw them again.
I did not like it.
ACT II.
I count her dresses again.
ACT III.
Can you draw a dress.
ACT IV.
In a minute.
Part II.
ACT I.
Believe in your mistake.
ACT II.
Act quickly.
ACT III.
Do not mind the tooth.
ACT IV.
Do not be careless.
Part III.
ACT I.
I am careful.
ACT II.
Yes you are.
ACT III.
And obedient.
ACT IV.
Yes you are.
ACT V.
And industrious.
ACT VI.
Certainly.
Part IV.
ACT I.
Come to sing and sit.
ACT II.
Repeat it.
ACT III.
I repeat it.
Part V.
ACT I.
Can you speak quickly.
ACT II.
Can you cough.
ACT III.
Remember me to him.
ACT IV.
Remember that I want a cloak.
Part VI.
ACT I.
I know what I want to say. How do you do I forgive you everything and there is nothing to forgive.
Part VII.
ACT I.
The dog. You mean pale.
ACT II.
No we want dark brown.
ACT III.
I am tired of blue.
Part VIII.
ACT I.
Shall I wear my blue.
ACT II.
Do.
Part IX.
ACT I.
Thank you for the cow.
Thank you for the cow.
ACT II.
Thank you very much.
Part X.
ACT I.
Collecting her dresses.
ACT II.
Shall you be annoyed.
ACT III.
Not at all.
Part XI.
ACT I.
Can you be thankful.
ACT II.
For what.
ACT III.
For me.
Part XII.
ACT I.
I do not like this table.
ACT II.
I can understand that.
ACT III.
A feather.
ACT IV.
It weighs more than a feather.
Part XIII.
ACT I.
It is not tiring to count dresses.
Part XIV.
ACT I.
What is your belief.
Part XV.
ACT I.
In exchange for a table.
ACT II.
In exchange for or on a table.
ACT III.
We were satisfied.
Part XVI.
ACT I.
Can you say you like negro sculpture.
Part XVII.
ACT I.
The meaning of windows is air.
ACT II.
And a door.
ACT III.
A door should be closed.
Part XVIII.
ACT I.
Can you manage it.
ACT II.
You mean dresses.
ACT III.
Do I mean dresses.
Part XIX.
ACT I.
I mean one two three.
Part XX.
ACT I.
Can you spell quickly.
ACT II.
I can spell very quickly.
ACT III.
So can my sister-in-law.
ACT IV.
Can she.
Part XXI.
ACT I.
Have you any way of sitting.
ACT II.
You mean comfortably.
ACT III.
Naturally.
ACT IV.
I understand you.
Part XXII.
ACT I.
Are you afraid.
ACT II.
I am not any more afraid of water than they are.
ACT III.
Do not be insolent.
Part XXIII.
ACT I.
We need clothes.
ACT II.
And wool.
ACT III.
And gloves.
ACT IV.
And waterproofs.
Part XXIV.
ACT I.
Can you laugh at me.
ACT II.
And then say.
ACT III.
Married.
ACT IV.
Yes.
Part XXV.
ACT I.
Do you remember how he looked at clothes.
ACT II.
Do you remember what he said about wishing.
ACT III.
Do you remember all about it.
Part XXVI.
ACT I.
Oh yes.
ACT II.
You are stimulated.
ACT III.
And amused.
ACT IV.
We are.
Part XXVII.
ACT I.
What can I say that I am fond of.
ACT II.
I can see plenty of instances.
ACT III.
Can you.
Part XXVIII.
ACT I.
For that we will make an arrangement.
ACT II.
You mean some drawings.
ACT III.
Do I talk of art.
ACT IV.
All numbers are beautiful to me.
Part XXIX.
ACT I.
Of course they are.
ACT II.
Thursday.
ACT III.
We hope for Thursday.
ACT IV.
So do we.
Part XXX.
ACT I.
Was she angry.
ACT II.
Whom do you mean was she angry.
ACT III.
Was she angry with you.
Part XXXI.
ACT I.
Reflect more.
ACT II.
I do want a garden.
ACT III.
Do you.
ACT IV.
And clothes.
ACT V.
I do not mention clothes.
ACT VI.
No you didn’t but I do.
ACT VII.
Yes I know that.
Part XXXII.
ACT I.
He is tiring.
ACT II.
He is not tiring.
ACT III.
No indeed.
ACT IV.
I can count them.
ACT V.
You do not misunderstand me.
ACT VI.
I misunderstand no one.
Part XXXIII.
ACT I.
Can you explain my wishes.
ACT II.
In the morning.
ACT III.
To me.
ACT IV.
Yes in there.
ACT V.
Then you do not explain.
ACT VI.
I do not press for an answer.
Part XXXIV.
ACT I.
Can you expect her today.
ACT II.
We saw a dress.
ACT III.
We saw a man.
ACT IV.
Sarcasm.
Part XXXV.
ACT I.
We can be proud of tomorrow.
ACT II.
And the vests.
ACT III.
And the doors.
ACT IV.
I always remember the roads.
Part XXXVI.
ACT I.
Can you speak English.
ACT II.
In London.
ACT III.
And here.
ACT IV.
With me.
Part XXXVII.
ACT I.
Count her dresses.
ACT II.
Collect her dresses.
ACT III.
Clean her dresses.
ACT IV.
Have the system.
Part XXXVIII.
ACT I.
She polished the table.
ACT II.
Count her dresses again.
ACT III.
When can you come.
ACT IV.
When can you come.
Part XXXIX.
ACT I.
Breathe for me.
ACT II.
I can say that.
ACT III.
It isn’t funny.
ACT IV.
In the meantime.
Part XL.
ACT I.
Can you say.
ACT II.
What.
ACT III.
We have been told.
ACT IV.
Oh read that.
Part XLI.
ACT I.
I do not understand this home-coming.
ACT II.
In the evening.
ACT III.
Naturally.
ACT IV.
We have decided.
ACT V.
Indeed.
ACT VI.
If you wish.
Gertrude Stein
(1874-1946)
Counting Her Dresses.
A Play
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Erfüllung
Meine Sporen frechzen deine Spitzen!
Bläulich kichern die Aederchen fort
In Sicherheit höhnisch
Im
Schimmrigen Weich
Bebige Hügel wiegen Verlangen
Köpfchen rosen empor und steilen Gewähr.
Die Lippe zerfrißt sich!
Golden ringeln Würger hinunter
Und schnüren den Hals zu
Nach meinen Fingern tastet dein Blut
Und siedet den Kampf.
Die Seelen ringen und kollern abseit!
Hoch schlagen die Röcke den Blick auf
Goldhellrot
Rotweichrot
Flamme zischt in das Hirn
Und sticht mir das Schaun aus!
Sinken Sinken
Schweben und Sinken
Schwingen im Sturme
Im Sturm
Im schreikrollen Meer!
Ziegelrot
Ueber uns segnet der Tod
Säender Tod!
August Stramm
(1874-1915)
Erfüllung, 1914
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LocHal
(naar Majakovski)
planten druipen
gordijnen vallen
gewoven in vislijn
zilveren ringen
zilveren haken
vissen mensen van het beton
vangen ze op uit het café à la kroeg
schrapen ze van de dansvloer af
hijsen ze langs de trappen op
mens! ga toch lezen
zoek een woord op
luister naar een lezing
door een oververhit brein
blaas een kubus van glas
kennis is zacht als hout
kennis is hard als staal
BARST
door je eigen glazen plafond
Carina van der Walt
Gedicht: LocHal (naar Majakovski)
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Carina van der Walt is a South-African born
poet and writer. Since many years she
lives and works in Tilburg NL.
LocHal is a historical Locomotive Shelter in Tilburg
that has been rebuild into a public library.
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Mina Loy (1882-1966) formed part of the new generation of poets who revolutionised writing in the early twentieth century.
She had personal and artistic links to Italian Futurism and Parisian Surrealism, as well as to individuals such as James Joyce, Ezra Pound, Wyndham Lewis, Djuna Barnes and Gertrude Stein. Working with reference to, but also often against the ideas of these fellow writers, her experimental, witty and inconoclastic poems were both distinctive and arresting.
Since the republication of her poems in 1996-7, Loy has gained in stature and importance both in the UK and the US: her writing is now seen as central to literary innovations in the 1910s and 1920s, and she is often a set author on undergraduate and MA courses. Apart from the collection of essays Mina Loy: Woman and Poet published twelve years ago, there is currently no single book on Loy’s work in print. The Companion will be an invaluable new resource for students and readers of modernism. It provides new perspectives and cutting-edge research on Loy’s work and is distinctive in its consideration of her prosodic and linguistic experiments alongside a discussion of the literary and historical contexts in which she worked.
The contributors include influential and emerging experts in modernist studies. They are Peter Nicholls, Tim Armstrong, Geoff Gilbert, David Ayers, Andrew Robertson, John Wilkinson, Suzanne Hobson, Rachel Potter, Alan Marshall, Rowan Harris and Sandeep Parmar.
The Salt Companion to Mina Loy
Edited by Dr Rachel Potter ,
Associate editor Suzanne Hobson
The Salt Companion to Mina Loy comprises ten essays by leading scholars and writers on the work of modernist poet Mina Loy.
Format Paperback
Language English
288 pages
228 x 152mm
Publication date 17 May 2010
Publisher Salt Publishing
Publication City/Country Applecross, WA, Australia |
ISBN10 1876857722
ISBN13 9781876857721
£19.99
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Mina Loy (1882 – 1966)—poet, artist, exile, and luminary—was a prominent and admired figure in the art and literary circles of Paris, Florence, and New York in the early years of the twentieth century.
But over time, she gradually receded from public consciousness and her poetry went out of print.
As part of the movement to introduce the work of this cryptic poet to modern audiences, Poetic Salvage: Reading Mina Loy provides new and detailed explications of Loy’s most redolent poems.
This book helps readers gain a better understanding of the body of Loy’s work as a whole by offering compelling close readings that uncover the source materials that inspired Loy’s poetry, including modern artwork, Baedeker travel guides, and even long-forgotten cultural venues.
Helpfully keyed to the contents of Loy’s Lost Lunar Baedeker, edited by Roger Conover, this book is an essential aid for new readers and scholars alike. Mina Loy forged a legacy worthy of serious consideration—through a practice best understood as salvage work, of reclaiming what has been so long obscured.
Poetic Salvage: Reading Mina Loy dives deep to bring hidden treasures to the surface.
Tara Prescott is a lecturer in writing programs at the University of California, Los Angeles.
Poetic Salvage.
Reading Mina Loy
by Tara Prescott
Hardcover
292 pages
Publisher: Bucknell University Press
Language: English
Literature & Fiction
ISBN-10: 1611488125
ISBN-13: 978-1611488128
2016
$76.80
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Poetic Salvage
Reading Mina Loy
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