WG Greiner
(26.09.) Diary 2012/2013, see dali48 and writing Tagebuch 2008 + 2009, diary3 (2010) in Erkrath, ediary4+5 (2011+2012), Collection of ediary6-12 (2013-2019) in Wickrath etc.
Interpretation of dali48
The new wave of nostalgia - which clings itself to furniture, clothes, expressions and emotions, has only demonstrated that for us the new world is getting more strange...
To sum up, Neruda is like catching a condor with a butterfly net. - Neruda is a nutshell, is an unreasonable proposition: the core bursts the shell...
He himself is one of his New Elemental Odes, and has defined it in the formula: harmony with Man and Earth...
His starting point was isolation and dissonance… (P. Neruda, Pres. Sp. 1971)
Clear water, green grass, wild flowers, the purling of brooks and the blue heaven above, a generous stream of light - unimpeded by leaves...
This I remember well, that when we sought to give the mountain dwellers a few coins in gratitude for their songs, for the food, for the warm water, for giving us lodging and beds - I would rather say for the unexpected heavenly refuge that had met us on air journey - our offering was rejected out of hand...
They were at our service - nothing more. In this taciturn “nothing” - there were hidden things that were understood, perhaps recognition or perhaps the same kind of dreams...
For this reason no poet has any considerable other enemy than his own incapacity - to make himself understood by the most forgotten and exploited of his contemporaries, - and this applies to all epochs and in all countries...
And we feel also the responsibility for reawakening the old dreams - which sleep in statues of stone in the ruined ancient monuments, in the wide silence in planetary plains, in the dense primeval forests, in rivers which roar like thunder...
We must fill with words the most distant places in a dumb continent, - and we are intoxicated by the task of making fables and giving names...
I have often maintained that the best poet is he - who prepares our daily bread: the nearest baker who does not imagine himself to be a god. - He does his majestic and unpretentious work of kneading the dough, consigning it to the oven, baking it in golden colors and handing us our daily bread as a duty of fellowship... (Pablo Neruda, Nobel L. 1971)
see dali48 and reading & writing about the Nobel Prize in Literature from 1957 Albert Camus to Fosse (2023) etc.
Camus (1957) | Pasternak (1958) | Quasimodo (1959) | Perse (1960) | Andrić (1961) | Steinbeck (1962) | Seferis (1963) | Sartre (1964) | Scholochow (1965) | Agnon/Sachs (1966) | Asturias (1967) | Kawabata (1968) | Beckett (1969) | Solschenizyn (1970) | Neruda (1971) | Böll (1972) | White (1973) | Johnson/Martinson (1974) | Montale (1975) | Bellow (1976) | Aleixandre (1977) | Singer (1978) | Elytis (1979) | Miłosz (1980) | Canetti (1981) | García Márquez (1982) | Golding (1983) | Seifert (1984) | Simon (1985) | Soyinka (1986) | Brodsky (1987) | Mahfuz (1988) | Cela (1989) | Paz (1990) | Gordimer (1991) | Walcott (1992) | Morrison (1993) | Ōe (1994) | Heaney (1995) | Szymborska (1996) | Fo (1997) | Saramago (1998) | Grass (1999) | Gao (2000) | Naipaul (2001) | Kertész (2002) | Coetzee (2003) | Jelinek (2004) | Pinter (2005) | Pamuk (2006) | Lessing (2007) | Le Clézio (2008) | Müller (2009) | Vargas Llosa (2010) | Tranströmer (2011) | Mo (2012) | Munro (2013) | Modiano (2014) | Alexijewitsch (2015) | Dylan (2016) | Ishiguro (2017) | Tokarczuk (2018) | Handke (2019) | Glück (2020) | Gurnah (2021) | Ernaux (2022) | Fosse (2023)
