{"id":18882,"date":"2025-03-30T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-03-30T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=18882"},"modified":"2025-03-30T05:07:39","modified_gmt":"2025-03-30T03:07:39","slug":"anne-sexton-foarsjen-yn-in-bestean","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=18882","title":{"rendered":"Anne Sexton, Foarsjen yn in bestean<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nFoarsjen yn in bestean<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Jona foarseach yn syn bestean
\nbinnenyn de b\u00fak.
\nMines komt fan krekt itselde plak.
\nJona iepene de doar fan syn kaj\u00fat
\nen sei \u2018Hjir bin ik!\u2019, wat de walfisk oanstie,
\ndat hy woe him wol ynnimme.<\/p>\n

By de bek \u00e2le Jona it \u00fat.
\nBy de mage wie er lytsman.
\nHy bonke net op de muorren.
\nTomkesobje die er likemin.
\nHy heve de holle oandachtich op
\nas in fertochte by syn eigen proses.<\/p>\n

Jona helle de beurs fan syn heit tefoarskyn
\nen besocht it jild te tellen
\nmar alles wie weispield.
\nJona helle de foto fan syn mem tefoarskyn
\nen besocht de eagen te t\u00fatsjen
\nmar alles wie weispield.
\nJona \u00fbntdie him fan syn jas en syn broek,
\nsyn strik, horloazjeketting, mansjetknopen
\nen joech se oer.
\nHy siet der by as in \u00e2ldmoadrige baaigast
\nyn himd en \u00fbnderbroek.<\/p>\n

Dit is myn dea,
\nsei Jona l\u00fbdop,
\nen it begripe komt my te\u2019n goede.
\nElke bys\u00fbnderheid printsje ik my yn.
\nLytse fiskjes swommen l\u00e2ns syn noas,
\nhy printe him dat yn en rekke harren slym oan.
\nDer kaam plankton, hy hold it yn \u2019e h\u00e2npalm
\nas God syn lytste gloeilampen.
\nSyn hiele ferline wie d\u00earsa by him
\nen hy iet it.<\/p>\n

Op dat stuit koarre de walfisk
\nhim wer \u00fat yn de see.
\nDe skokkend blauwe loft.
\nDe skokkend wite boaten.
\nDe sinne as in krakelearre eachbol.
\nDoe fertelde er de nijsmedia
\nde nuvere bys\u00fbnderheden fan syn dea
\nen se kloppen him op yn de kommersje
\nen ferkochten, ferkochten, ferkochten him.
\nMyn dea krekt sa.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Making a Living<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Jonah made his living
\ninside the belly.
\nMine comes from the exact same place.
\nJonah opened the door of his stateroom
\nand said, \u201cHere I am!\u201d and the whale liked this
\nand thought to take him in.<\/p>\n

At the mouth Jonah cried out.
\nAt the stomach he was humbled.
\nHe did not beat on the walls.
\nNor did he suck his thumb.
\nHe cocked his head attentively
\nlike a defendant at his own trial.<\/p>\n

Jonah took out the wallet of his father
\nand tried to count the money
\nand it was all washed away.
\nJonah took out the picture of his mother
\nand tried to kiss the eyes
\nand it was all washed away.
\nJonah took off his coat and his trousers,
\nhis tie, his watch fob, his cuff links
\nand gave them up.
\nHe sat like an old-fashioned bather
\nin his undershirt and drawers.<\/p>\n

This is my death,
\nJonah said out loud,
\nand it will profit me to understand it.
\nI will make a mental note of each detail.
\nLittle fish swam by his nose
\nand he noted them and touched their slime.
\nPlankton came and he held them in his palm
\nlike God\u2019s littlest light bulbs.
\nHis whole past was there with him
\nand he ate that.<\/p>\n

At this point the whale
\nvomited him back out into the sea.
\nThe shocking blue sky.
\nThe shocking white boats.
\nThe sun like a crazed eyeball.
\nThen he told the news media
\nthe strange details of his death
\nand they hammered him up in the marketplace
\nand sold him and sold him and sold him.
\nMy death the same.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ut The Death Notebooks<\/em>, 1974. YouTube: Anne Sexton Reads Her Poetry<\/em>: \u2018Making a Living\u2019.<\/p>\n

De bondel The Death Notebooks<\/em> krige as motto in sitaat mei \u00fat de post\u00fam ferskynde memoires A Moveable Feast<\/em> (1964) fan Ernest Hemingway: \u2018Look, you con man, make a living out of your death.\u2019<\/p>\n