fredag 30. januar 2009

John Updike

John Updike (18.mars,1932 - 27.januar,2009) skrev ikke bare romaner og noveller - han skrev også dikt. Her er to eksempler fra Collected Poems 1953-1993 :

Ex-Basketball Player

Pearl Avenue runs past the high-school lot,
Bends with the trolley tracks, and stops, cut off
Before it has a chance to go two blocks,
At Colonel McComsky Plaza. Berth’s Garage
Is on the corner facing west, and there,
Most days, you'll find Flick Webb, who helps Berth out.

Flick stands tall among the idiot pumps—
Five on a side, the old bubble-head style,
Their rubber elbows hanging loose and low.
One’s nostrils are two S’s, and his eyes
An E and O. And one is squat, without
A head at all—more of a football type.

Once Flick played for the high-school team, the Wizards.
He was good: in fact, the best. In ’46
He bucketed three hundred ninety points,
A county record still. The ball loved Flick.
I saw him rack up thirty-eight or forty
In one home game. His hands were like wild birds.

He never learned a trade, he just sells gas,
Checks oil, and changes flats. Once in a while,
As a gag, he dribbles an inner tube,
But most of us remember anyway.
His hands are fine and nervous on the lug wrench.
It makes no difference to the lug wrench, though.

Off work, he hangs around Mae’s Luncheonette.
Grease-gray and kind of coiled, he plays pinball,
Smokes those thin cigars, nurses lemon phosphates.
Flick seldom says a word to Mae, just nods
Beyond her face toward bright applauding tiers
Of Necco Wafers, Nibs, and Juju Beads.

(Skrevet i 1954)

Perfection Wasted

And another regrettable thing about death
is the ceasing of your own brand of magic,
which took a whole life to develop and market -
the quips, the witticisms, the slant
adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest
the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched
in the footlight glow, their laughter close to tears,
their warm pooled breath in and out with your heartbeat,
their response and your performance twinned.
The jokes over the phone. The memories packed
in the rapid-access file. The whole act.
Who will do it again? That's it: no one;
imitators and descendants aren't the same.

(Datert 24. januar, 1990)

Og her er Updike i samtale med "The Book Review"-redaktøren Sam Tanenhaus, oktober 2008:

Noen Updike-sitater:

"Creativity is merely a plus name for regular activity . . . any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it, or better."

"Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn." 

"I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them." 


3 kommentarer:

Christine sa...

Så fine dikt du har funnet Anne!!
Jeg har ikke lest noe av Updike enda, men hørte flere gode intervjuer om og med ham på radioen i går. (NPR er en fantastisk radiokanal, bedre enn NRK).
Updike sa blant annet at han ved å beskrive sitt liv, eller bruke sitt liv som utgangspunkt for å skrive kunne virke oppklarende for leserens eget liv... "clarifiying their life for them by describing my life," "showing other people a "specimen life" an example of how it is to be human"...Jeg likte det jeg hørte veldig godt... :-)
Her er en link til hele radiosendingen...

Zooey sa...

Takk for tipset, Christine - spennende!

Anonym sa...
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