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De Zimbabwaanse schrijfster NoViolet Bulawayo (pseudoniem van Elizabeth Zandile Tshele) werd geboren op 12 oktober 1981 in Tsholotsho, Zimbabwe. Zie ook alle tags voor NoViolet Bulawayo op dit blog.
Uit: Hitting Budapest
“We are on our way to Budapest: Bastard and Chipo and Godknows and Sbho and Stina and me. We are going even though we are not allowed to cross Mzilikazi Road, even
though Bastard is supposed to be watching his little sister Fraction, even though Mother would kill me dead if she found out; we are just going. There are guavas to steal in
Budapest, and right now I’d rather die for guavas. We didn’t eat this morning and my stomach feels like somebody just took a shovel and dug everything out.
Getting out of Paradise is not so hard since the mothers are busy with hair and talk, which is the only thing they ever do. They just glance at us when we file past the shacks
and then look away. We don’t have to worry about the men under the jacaranda either since their eyes never lift from the draughts. It’s only the little kids who see us and try to
follow, but Bastard just wallops the naked one at the front with a fist on his big head and they all turn back.
When we hit the bush we are already flying, scream- singing like the wheels in our voices will make us go faster. Sbho leads: Who discovered the way to India? and the rest of us rejoin, Vasco da Gama! Vasco da Gama! Vasco da Gama! Bastard is at the front because he won country-game today and he thinks that makes him our president or something,
and then myself and Godknows, Stina, Sbho, and finally Chipo, who used to outrun everybody in all of Paradise but not anymore because somebody made her pregnant.
After crossing Mzilikazi we cut through another bush, zip right along Hope Street for a while before we cruise past the big stadium with the glimmering benches we’ll never sit on, and finally we hit Budapest. We have to stop once, though, for Chipo to sit down because of her stomach; sometimes when it gets painful she has to rest it.
When is she going to have the baby anyway? Bastard says. Bastard doesn’t like it when we have to stop doing things because of Chipo’s stomach. He even tried to get us
not to play with her altogether.
She’ll have it one day, I say, speaking for Chipo because she doesn’t talk anymore. She is not mute-mute; it’s just that when her stomach started showing, she stopped talking. But she still plays with us and does everything else, and if she really, really needs to say something she’ll use her hands.”
NoViolet Bulawayo (Tsholotsho, 12 oktober 1981)
De Italiaanse dichter Eugenio Montale werd geboren in Genua op 12 oktober 1896. Zie ook mijn blog van 12 oktober 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Eugenio Montale op dit blog.
Portami il girasole ch’io lo trapianti
Breng mij de zonnebloem opdat ik haar
in mijn brak land verplant, en haar gezicht
de hele dag felgeel en smachtend naar
de azuren hemelspiegel staat gericht.
Wat duister is zoekt steeds naar klare lijnen,
lichamen kwijnen, vloeien weg en gaan
in tinten op, en deze in klank. Verdwijnen
is de uiterste bestaansgrond van ’t bestaan.
Breng mij de plant die heenvoert naar waar stralen
van glanzend blond opgaan in ’t vergezicht
en ’s levens geur verdampt bij ’t ademhalen;
breng mij de bloem die dronken is van licht.
Vertaald door Frans van Dooren
Eugenio Montale (12 oktober 1896 – 12 september 1981)
Portret door Carlo Levi, 1941
Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 12e oktober ook mijn blog van 12 oktober 2023 en ook mijn blog van 12 oktober 2018 en ook mijn blog van 12 oktober 2017.
12-10-2025 om 16:56
geschreven door Romenu 
Tags:Eugenio Montale, Frans van Dooren, NoViolet Bulawayo, Romenu
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