De Amerikaanse dichter, essayist en docent Liam Rector werd geboren als Ronald Edward Rector op 21 november 1949 in Washington, D.C. Zie ook alle tags voor Liam Rector op dit blog.

Mental Mommy

Home from school at six years old, first grade,
And uncle there to tell me Mommy
Gone, Mommy not be coming back any
Time soon, Liam, Mommy had to go to
Mental hospital. Nervous breakdown.
Years later Mommy, when she gets out
Of mental, often says, “If you’re
A bad boy for me Liam you’re
Going to send me back, back
Into mental hospital, like you did
First time.” At 13
I find out Mom had been doing years
In a federal prison all that time,
For stealing, so no mental hospital for
Mommy. Breakdown ours alone.
I was on my one.

Hans Reading, Hans Smoking

My mother, poised around behavior,
would say You are sitting there
reading and smoking, Hans,
And this would describe for her,
to her utter Satisfaction,
what it is you are doing.
Knowing you I guess you are
stationed there In grief, reverie,
worry- your car broken Down,
the mechanic wanting money,
and you without, For the moment,
what it takes- and you thinking
Of love lost as you read that
impossible book Your father
last gave you….I see you smoking
And as an addict myself I know
this is something You are barely doing….
The habit smokes itself And you,
you are turning the page where
the woman From New Orleans,
like your woman, goes to Manhattan.
I suppose my mother, in her mania,
could never afford To think
there was anything hovering around,
anything Behind behavior.
Unable to sit, to go into that sorrow
Where what failed to happen
presses against what did,
She would get up, go out looking for
‘Something Different,’ do anything
to keep moving, behaving…
Going. But you, Hans, you are a sitter,
and I know You will not be getting up
until you have put this time Behind you.
And so your friends pass by waiting,
Wanting to know what you will come up
with when you rise From your stationary chair,
our Hans reading and smoking.

Liam Rector (21 november 1949 – 15 augustus 2007)

De Duitse dichter, schrijver, acteur en regisseur Christian Filips werd geboren op 22 november 1981 in Osthofen. Zie ook alle tags voor Christian Filips op dit blog.

Tijdstippen van de dag

Merkwaardig genoeg is alles weer
onopgemerkt voorbijgegaan:
de dag zonder zorgen,
’s morgens met het scheermesje
mijn tanden gepoetst.
De trillende nekharen
onmerkbaar verwijderd
zonder pincet.
De bewuste vingers.
Ze zijn getrimd.
De aandachtige knie
kwam onopgemerkt dichterbij:
De nacht zonder aandacht
daarna met het gordijn
de sporen uitgewist.
In bewuste uren:
Ze zijn weer verstreken
onopgemerkt verstreken
zonder iets noemenswaardigs.

Vertaald door Frans Roumen

Christian Filips (Osthofen, 22 november 1981)

Zie voor de schrijvers van de 21e november ook mijn blog van 21 november 2020 en ook mijn blog van 21 november 2018 en ook mijn blog van 21 november 2015 deel 2.

21-11-2025 om 17:46 geschreven door Romenu