In his
autobiography Amos Oz tells the story of every one of his relatives and immediate
and not so immediate ancestors. The physical description of the characters,
their next of kin, their origins, upbringing, development and demise may at
times be too long for the reader who is interested in his writing, but not in
the ultimate details of his genealogy. I
imagine these are not the readers he is writing for, he is writing for himself,
so as not to forget where he comes from, and for his next of kin still around,
who have suffered during the II W W the loss of those elders who would have
told them the stories he is telling them now.
I believe he wants to make sure that whatever experience, histories, beliefs
those late relatives held, is passed on to their descendants.
martes, 28 de julio de 2015
viernes, 24 de julio de 2015
A Tale of Love and Darkness by Amos Oz
It is a rich
account of the author’s family as they lived in Middle and Eastern Europe,
their vast cultural background, their emigration to Israel, their beginnings in
the Levant, and his own quiet and multilayered upbringing It is exquisitely written
in a language deeply rooted in the many cultures he grew up in and inherited.
Caring and honest, profound and discerning, it is gloriously entertaining, a
novel beyond the scope of most novels in the depth the author achieves.
sábado, 11 de julio de 2015
Yesterday in the terrace
Yesterday my friends
and I
sat around the table
talking laughing
drinking discussing
Chavy taking pictures
of us around the table
Marjan explaining
the many years
we have known each other
we all agreed on the view
from the terrace
and on the terrace itself
welcoming in Summer
an ideal get together place
Godeke and Schelto
left early as announced
they had tickets
for the opera
at the Concertgebouw
Yvonne was quiet
during our discussion
of political affairs
in Argentina
she would have
rather discussed
European affairs
the why and because
of Greece’s misadventures
Chavy and I traced
what we understood
to be
the origin of political
mismanagement in Argentina
the silence today
echoes yesterday’s voices
the laughter
the well being
and our missing
Monique and Lucas
who were not present
but were with us
all the same.
miércoles, 8 de julio de 2015
Llueve en Amsterdam
las
gotas de agua
golpean
las ventanas
el
viento sacude
las
plantas en la terraza
se
cuela aire frío
por
la ventana abierta
del
dormitorio
se
cuela por las rendijas
de
las ventanas cerradas
la
lluvia diluye el calor
de
los últimos días
habrá
que ponerse impermeable
para
recorrer la ciudad
quizá
el Rijks Museum hoy
el
Rembrandt tardío
ayer
fueron el FOAM
fotos
de los 1960
y fotos
de Caio Resiewitz
florestas
favelas y falcatruas
en
Huis Marseille
caminata
al Spui
Athenaeum
Boekhandl
leer
títulos de libros
hojearlos
y volver
a casa
a
tiempo para tomar
una
copa de Merlot
leer
correos y whataqsapp
las
noticias políticas
de
ultramar
y escribir
algo.
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