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Op 19 december 2019 is – na een zeer kort ziekbed – overleden dichter J.A. (Jules) Deelder. De dichter werd volgens zijn familie “tot zijn eigen verbazing” 75 jaar oud.
Jules Deelder (Rotterdam, 1944 – 2019) was een opvallende verschijning en erg geliefd als schrijver, dichter, muzikant en performer. Hij was zijn leven lang een groot liefhebber van Jazz en fan van de Rotterdamse voetbalclub Sparta. De club riep hem, kort voor zijn dood, nog uit tot lid van verdienste. Verder stond Deelder bekend als ‘De nachtburgemeester van Rotterdam’.
Jules Deelder werd gerekend tot de ‘performance poets’ ( of ‘popdichters’) een beweging die aansloot bij de ‘Beat Generation’ van Amerikaanse dichters als Allen Ginsberg en Jack Kerouac.
De familie van Deelder en uitgeverij De Bezige Bij, staan met dit gedicht stil bij zijn overlijden:
Zijn gaan is
een komen
Zijn komen
een gaan
Hij houdt niet
van zitten
Hij blijft
liever staan
Zichzelf
en de wereld
een raadsel
(Uit: De Zwarte Jager – J.A. Deelder, 1973)
I.M.
Jules Deelder
(1944 – 2019)
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De verminkte.
De borst
verscheurd.
Het been
in gruis.
Hoera!
Lang leev’
het krijgs-
gedruisch!
Dat hinkt.
Dat kermt.
Dat stuipt.
Dat bloedt.
Hoera!
Hoera!
Die moord
is goed!
Agnita Feis
(1881 – 1944)
Uit: Oorlog. Verzen in Staccato (1916).
De verminkte
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Vigil strange I kept on the field one night
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;
When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,
One look I but gave which your dear eyes return’d with a look I shall never forget,
One touch of your hand to mine O boy, reach’d up as you lay on the ground,
Then onward I sped in the battle, the even-contested battle,
Till late in the night reliev’d to the place at last again I made my way,
Found you in death so cold dear comrade, found your body son of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)
Bared your face in the starlight, curious the scene, cool blew the moderate night-wind,
Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around me the battle-field spreading,
Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet there in the fragrant silent night,
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed,
Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my chin in my hands,
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you dearest comrade–not a tear, not a word,
Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son and my soldier,
As onward silently stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole,
Vigil final for you brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your death,
I faithfully loved you and cared for you living, I think we shall surely meet again,)
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appear’d,
My comrade I wrapt in his blanket, envelop’d well his form,
Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head and carefully under feet,
And there and then and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited,
Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim,
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget, how as day brighten’d,
I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
And buried him where he fell.
Walt Whitman
(1819 – 1892)
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night
From: Leaves of grass
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L’ombre visqueuse emplit…
L’ombre visqueuse emplit jusqu’au fond la chambrée,
Des moucherons gluants couvrent la planche à pain.
Deux soldats ronflent sous leur couverte cabrée:
C’est un bleu de tringlot avec son vieux copain.
Le long de la muraille écailleuse et sabrée
Par de grands crachats noirs, tourbillonne un lopin
De mouchoir instructif, à la teinte marbrée,
Coiffant le shako neuf d’oreilles de lapin.
Le brigadier, entrant, heurte, sous ses semelles,
La carcasse sonore et vide des gamelles:
Les hommes réveillés murmurent dans leur lit.
Il tâte de ses mains le bât-flanc et se couche
Puis dort, de-ci de-là, comme une souche,
Et sous son corps pesant fait craquer le châlit.
Marcel Schwob
(1867-1905)
L’ombre visqueuse emplit…
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A Lament
They beat me black; they beat me blue,
Until my rue-
-ful visage would not bear inspection;
They broke me, too,
Though ’twas I who
Was once considered quite perfection.
How things are changed ! I once was great,
But yet of late
IVe fallen from my proud position ;
Hard is my fate,
I’m out of date ;
How altered now is my condition !
How will it end? What’s Fate’s decree?
Perchance Til be
Hung high as Haman by a neck-cord ;
Oh ! pity me,
For here you see
A broken, battered, shattered record.
Montague Horatio Mostyn Turtle Pigott
(1865–1927)
A Lament (Poem)
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Drowning is not so pitiful
Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three times, ’t is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part company, —
For he is grasped of God.
The Maker’s cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity.
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Drowning is not so pitiful
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Kolonie
Kauwval in de avond: vrije val naar nesten. Ontrouw
wordt hier niet gedoogd. Ze schijnen op de plattegrond
van het slapen te dolen maar weten feilloos hun weg
boven die dubbele bodems van diepte. Craquelures
in de lucht lijken takken. Nacht weet zich een grens.
© gedicht Bert Bevers 2019
© foto Joep Eijkens 2019
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Angst
O wie ist diese Nacht so schwer,
Und wie hangen die Wolken so tief.
Warum stöhnen die sanften Tiere,
Bluten laubdunkle Bäume,
Seufzt in jedem Winkel der Tod?
Wo sind die blassen Engel geblieben
Und die zittergoldenen Sterne?
Ist Gott gestorben?
O, diese Nacht ist tausend Jahre schwer.
Auf der Brücke geht noch mit hastigen Schritten ein Mann.
Er wird zu spät kommen –
In der Mansarde salbt der junge Priester
Den Mund der Sterbenden.
Eine schwarze Blume wächst furchtbar in ihre Fieber,
Aber selig umglänzt der Mond ihre Wangen.
In meinem Zimmer knistert die Kerze.
Schmächtige Schatten steigen aus den Wänden:
Leben, die ich gelebt habe und vergaß.
Ein Gesicht weint lange in meinen Händen.
Francisca Stoecklin
(1894-1931)
Angst
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The Grave on the Wall is a memoir and a book of mourning, a grandson’s attempt to reconcile his own uncontested citizenship with his grandfather’s lifelong struggle.
Award-winning poet Brandon Shimoda has crafted a lyrical portrait of his paternal grandfather, Midori Shimoda, whose life—child migrant, talented photographer, suspected enemy alien and spy, desert wanderer, American citizen—mirrors the arc of Japanese America in the twentieth century.
In a series of pilgrimages, Shimoda records the search to find his grandfather, and unfolds, in the process, a moving elegy on memory and forgetting.
“Shimoda brings his poetic lyricism to this moving and elegant memoir, the structure of which reflects the fragmentation of memories. . . . It is at once wistful and devastating to see Midori’s life come full circle . . . In between is a life with tragedy, love, and the horrors unleashed by the atomic bomb.”––Booklist
Title: The Grave on the Wall
Author: Brandon Shimoda
Publisher: City Lights Publishers
Format: Paperback
ISBN-10 0872867900
ISBN-13 9780872867901
Publication Date: 06 August 2019
222 pages
List Price $16.95
# New books
Brandon Shimoda
The Grave on the Wall
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Paper Aeroplane: Selected Poems 1989-2014 by Simon Armitage is the essential selection of poems from one of Britain’s foremost contemporary poets.
When Simon Armitage burst on to the poetry scene in 1989 with his spectacular debut Zoom!, readers were introduced to an exceptional new talent who would reshape the landscape of contemporary poetry in the years to come.
Twenty-five years on, Simon Armitage’s reputation as one of the nation’s most original, most respected and best-loved poets seems secure. Paper Aeroplane: Poems 1989-2014 is the author’s own selection from across a quarter-century of work, from his debut to the latest, uncollected work. Drawing upon all of his award-winning poetry collections, including Kid, Book of Matches, The Universal Home Doctor and Seeing Stars, this generous selection provides an essential gathering of this most thrilling of poets, and is key reading for students and general readers alike.
Simon Armitage was born in West Yorkshire and is Professor of Poetry at the University of Leeds. A recipient of numerous prizes and awards, he has published twelve collections of poetry, including Seeing Stars (2010), The Unaccompanied (2017), Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic (2019) and his acclaimed translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight (2007). He writes extensively for television and radio, and is the author of two novels and the non-fiction bestsellers All Points North (1998), Walking Home (2012) and Walking Away (2015). His theatre works include The Last Days of Troy, performed at Shakespeare’s Globe in 2014. In 2015 he was appointed Professor of Poetry at Oxford University and in 2018 he was awarded the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry. Simon Armitage is Poet Laureate of the UK.
Paper Aeroplane: Selected Poems 1989-2014
by Simon Armitage (Author), Sue Roberts (Author)
2014/2015
Hardback Price £14.99
Paperback Price £10.99
Pages: 248pp
Publisher: Faber and Faber Poetry
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0571310699
ISBN-13: 978-0571310692
# new books
Paper Aeroplane:
Selected Poems 1989-2014
by Simon Armitage (Author)
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The Maldive Shark
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,
How alert in attendance be.
From his saw-pit of mouth, from his charnel of maw,
They have nothing of harm to dread,
But liquidly glide on his ghastly flank
Or before his Gorgonian head;
Or lurk in the port of serrated teeth
In white triple tiers of glittering gates,
And there find a haven when peril’s abroad,
An asylum in jaws of the Fates!
They are friends; and friendly they guide him to prey,
Yet never partake of the treat —
Eyes and brains to the dotard lethargic and dull,
Pale ravener of horrible meat.
Herman Melville
(1819 – 1891)
The Maldive Shark
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Menschheit
Menschheit vor Feuerschlünden aufgestellt,
Ein Trommelwirbel, dunkler Krieger Stirnen,
Schritte durch Blutnebel; schwarzes Eisen schellt,
Verzweiflung, Nacht in traurigen Gehirnen:
Hier Evas Schatten, Jagd und rotes Geld.
Gewölk, das Licht durchbricht, das Abendmahl.
Es wohnt in Brot und Wein ein sanftes Schweigen
Und jene sind versammelt zwölf an Zahl.
Nachts schrein im Schlaf sie unter Ölbaumzweigen;
Sankt Thomas taucht die Hand ins Wundenmal.
Georg Trakl
(1887 – 1914)
Menschheit, 1913
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