Showing posts with label Slauerhoff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Slauerhoff. Show all posts

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Back at school everyone had to give
a presentation on a book on their
reading list Dutch literature.
'Han de Wit gaat in ontwikkelingshulp'
by Heere Heeresma was the choice of Ien.
Paul had thought about Slauerhoff
but had eventually chosen Hugo Claus'
'Verdriet van België'. That suited Henk.
He hadn't been able to find much on
the poetry of Jan Arends. From the material
on Slauerhoff that Paul had gathered,
he could have made two presentations.
Erdal was advised by Henk to also choose
a poet. "Half the presentation can be
filled with reciting poems." So Erdal
began his presentation on Jan Hanlo with:
"Tjielp tjielp – tjielp tjielp tjielp"



At the editorial meeting of the school paper
Paul proudly stated that he started a novel
with the provisional title 'The haze of Slovakia'
What he didn't say was that he had not much more
than a title, a map and a tourist guide of the
Carpathians. He had read biographies on
Robert Maxwell, who came from that region.
That used to be called Ruthenia. Anneke
van Driest knew that Joseph Roth, the author
of 'The Radetzky March', was from there.

page 86

Carmenita and Henk took a bath together.
"Marie, with her ending. Strauss said
a funny thing in 'Capriccio' about endings,
and Carmenita sang: "Gibt es einen der ist
nicht trivial?" (is there one that's not
trivial?) Then she asked him what music he
wanted played at his funeral. "No idea ...
and you?" "The music you hear now. Symphony
No. 44 in E Minor by Joseph Haydn. He has
composed it for his own funeral. At least
the slow part. But at his death they played
the Requiem Mass by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.



"I prefer to imagine my death without
burial. More as in old Indian stories.
That an old warrior feels death
coming and then withdraws to a lonely
place, quietly waiting for his death.
Once I had a presentation at school
about Slauerhoff. Paul had written the
major part and I made a rhyming ending.
I think I can still recite it:
He wanted a burial at sea
He wanted to be set free
So he could keep going astray
But it didn't go that way
Finally he found his Elysium
In a nursing home in Hilversum."


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