{"id":10274,"date":"2017-05-09T23:00:01","date_gmt":"2017-05-09T21:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=10274"},"modified":"2018-09-29T22:44:17","modified_gmt":"2018-09-29T20:44:17","slug":"wallace-stevens-dizze-ferlittenheid-fan-katarakten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=10274","title":{"rendered":"Wallace Stevens, Dizze ferlittenheid fan katarakten<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nDizze ferlittenheid<\/nobr> fan katarakten<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Hy hie nea twaris itselde gefoel oer de b\u00fbnte rivier,
\nDy\u2019t aloan en nea twaris op deselde wize streamde,<\/p>\n

Troch in protte plakken streamde, as stie er stil yn ien,
\nBlak as in mar w\u00earop\u2019t wylde einen klapwjukjend<\/p>\n

Syn wenstige refleksjes, tinkbyldige Monadnocks, rimpelen.
\nIt die oan as wie der in \u00fbn\u00fatsprutsen apostrof.<\/p>\n

Der wie sa\u2019n soad dat echt wie dat alhiel net echt wie.
\nHy woe dat er kear op kear op deselde wize fielde.<\/p>\n

Hy woe dat de rivier op deselde wize trochstreamde,
\nAl mar streamen bleau. Hy woe der njonken rinne,<\/p>\n

Under de platanen, mei d\u00earboppe in f\u00eastspikere moanne.
\nHy woe dat syn hert ophold te klopjen en syn geast r\u00east f\u00fbn <\/p>\n

Yn in permaninte ferwerkliking, s\u00fbnder wylde einen
\nOf bergen dy\u2019t gjin bergen wienen, om mar te witten hoe\u2019t it,<\/p>\n

Befrijd fan ferneatiging, w\u00eaze soe, hoe\u2019t it fiele soe en w\u00eas
\nIn man fan br\u00fbns dy\u2019t ammet \u00fbnder argaysk lapis,<\/p>\n

S\u00fbnder de slingerslach fan it va-et-vient op de planeet,
\nSyn br\u00fbnzen amme ammet yn it azueren sintrum fan de tiid.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

This Solitude of Cataracts<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

He never felt twice the same about the flecked river,
\nWhich kept flowing and never the same way twice, flowing<\/p>\n

Through many places, as if it stood still in one,
\nFixed like a lake on which the wild ducks fluttered,<\/p>\n

Ruffling its common reflections, thought-like Monadnocks.
\nThere seemed to be an apostrophe that was not spoken.<\/p>\n

There was so much that was real that was not real at all.
\nHe wanted to feel the same way over and over.<\/p>\n

He wanted the river to go on flowing the same way,
\nTo keep on flowing. He wanted to walk beside it,<\/p>\n

Under the buttonwoods, beneath a moon nailed fast.
\nHe wanted his heart to stop beating and his mind to rest <\/p>\n

In a permanent realization, without any wild ducks
\nOr mountains that were not mountains, just to know how it would be,<\/p>\n

Just to know how it would feel, released from destruction,
\nTo be a bronze man breathing under archaic lapis,<\/p>\n

Without the oscillations of planetary pass-pass,
\nBreathing his bronzen breath at the azury center of time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ut The Auroras of Autumn<\/em>, 1950. Wallace Stevens yn in brief fan 4 maart<\/nobr> 1954: \u2018The expression<\/nobr> \u201cthought-like Monadnocks\u201d can best be explained by changing it into \u201cMonadnock-like thoughts.\u201d The image of a mountain deep in the surface of a lake acquires a secondary character. From the sheen of the surface it becomes slightly unreal: thought-like. Mt. Monadnock is a New England mountain. It is in New Hampshire.\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  Dizze ferlittenheid fan katarakten Hy hie nea twaris itselde gefoel oer de b\u00fbnte rivier, Dy\u2019t aloan en nea twaris op deselde wize streamde, Troch in protte plakken streamde, as stie er stil yn ien, Blak as in mar w\u00earop\u2019t … Fierder l\u00eaze →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[216],"tags":[528],"class_list":["post-10274","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-wallace-stevens","tag-wallace-stevens"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10274"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10274"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10274\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11820,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10274\/revisions\/11820"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}