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by Jörg W. Rademacher

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Liebe Leser meines Blogs,

dies ist ein ungewöhnlicher Zeitpunkt für einen Post, also lassen Sie mich kurz erklären, warum er er Mitte des Monats eingeschoben wird. Wegen Tanya Kagan-Josefowitz’ 93. Geburtstag am 17.  Mai 2022 entschied ich, noch mehr Information über sie und ihre Familie zu vereinen, um die kürzlich in Deutschland erfolgte Publikation ihres Memoir Capinero. Ein Vogel in zweisprachiger Ausgabe zu bewerben. In der Tat wurde diese Webseite in erster Linie zugänglich, weil ich meine Passion für Oscar Wilde mit der Publikation von Information zu Tanya Kagan-Josefowitz’ Memoir I Remember Anfang 2019 miteinander verbunden hatte. Damals hatte ein ehemaliger Schüler mit darauf aufmerksam gemacht. Jetzt kann jeder, der ihre Memoirs liest oder den Hörbüchern lauscht gar nicht anders als an frühere wie aktuelle Konflikte zu denken, da Tanya Kagan-Josefowitz durch ihren Vater von russisch-jüdischer Herkunft ist, während sie durch die Ehe mit David Josefowitz auch Teil einer ukrainisch-jüdischen Familie wurde. In diesem Post gibt es höchstens stumme Verweise auf Oscar Wilde – der natürlich einiges zu sagen hatte über Kleidung und Politik –, doch ich kann für den Post im nächsten Monat zusagen, daß es dort mehr um andere aktuelle Fragen mit einem Wilde-Bezug gehen wird – wobei die Inhaftierung von Boris Becker in Wandsworth nur eine davon sein wird.

Mit den besten Wünschen,

Jörg W. Rademacher

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“Wilde, about Joyce”

Dear readers of my blog,

writing on Easter Eve, it seems evident that a reference to the New Testament is in order when thinking of Oscar Wilde. Who, as a reader of Wilde’s De profundis, has not thought of the original words of the Gospel? ...

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“Wilde, durch Joyce”

Liebe Leser meines Blogs,

am Ostersamstagabend schreibe ich dies, da scheint beim Denken an Oscar Wilde ein Hinweis auf das Neue Testament angebracht. Wer hat als Leser von Wildes De profundis noch nicht an die Worte des Evangeliums gedacht? ‒ Hier, vorab, noch ein Hinweis in eigener Sache. Alle Originaltexte sind zum besseren Vergleich mit der Übersetzung im deutschen Blog übernommen ...

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Wildes Hauptwerk

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"Das Bildnis des Dorian Gray"

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Über mich

Jörg W. Rademacher (*1962), born and bred in Westphalia. Attended university at Münster, Dundee and Lille. State exam in 1988. Ph.D. In 1993. Scholar, language teacher as well as writer and translator at Münster until 2002. Since 2002 secondary school teacher, writer and translator in East Frisia. Working on Wilde since 1988. Publishing on Wilde since 2000 as biographer and editor and translator, on a regular basis with Elsinor Verlag since 2012, since 2015 also editor and translator of Oscar Wilde calendars.

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A calendar in progress 2023

Composing these reflections when offering, selling, and sending out the current calendar is still only a matter of weeks away, I do feel that this project has made another step: at long last, a balance has been found between word and image, with Günter Plessow the author of the verse translations into German, while I translated two of Egon Günther’s poems into English besides choosing, arranging, and, sparsely this time, commenting the poems. If you like, you can see the history of the Oscar Wilde calendars represented by their respective covers on my website: oscar-wilde-blog.de
In fact, it is only owing to Günter Plessow’s industry in translating what he calls “Lyrical Notes” into German in the year 2021 that a substantial selection of Wilde poems ranging from the 1870s through the 1890s, including “The Sphinx” and “The Ballad of Reading Gaol”, are now available for re-publication as part of this calendar project. This is also why, compared to previous calendars, this Oscar Wilde Calendar concentrates on poetry on the one hand and focuses on verse in English and German on the other hand. Taking the poems chosen this time in turn, I also include miniatures of the collage work, so that it is possible to survey the complete calendar here.

January

Willie Wilde
Salome

The sight of me was as a devouring flame
Burning their hearts with fire, so wantonly
That night I danced for all his men to see !
Fearless and reckless; for all maiden shame
Strange passion-poisons throbbing overcame
As every eye was riveted on me,
And every soul was mine, mine utterly, –
And thrice each throat cried out aloud my name !

“Ask what thou wilt,” black-bearded Herod said,
God wot a weird thing do I crave for prize :
“Give me, I pray thee, presently the head
Of John the Baptist.” ’Twixt my hand it lies.
“Ah mother ! see ! the lips, the half-closed eyes –
Dost think he hates us still now he is dead ?”

Once more, William Wilde’s sonnet “Salome” is there to start the New Year. The image of the head is shocking, it is true, but then facing the reality of a New Year may be shocking again and again.

February

Egon Günther
white morning

(erich mühsam in memoriam)

early on madness wakes from his dream
and shaking stretches long
his limbs when outside wildly rages the stream
drowning out the birds’ songs

close-by stands the fiend
high rises the flood
the guard presses on
roughly into the latrines
far from any friend
depressed is his mood
prepared for war
are only the machines

the white murder undermines
the crumbling dam
that hardly holds in check the hateful pack
many a one in his heart
now feels cold & clammy
deeming himself already the scum’s rich picking
just under the veneer of civilization
wrongfulness – vulgar & naked beast that be –
brashly baring his teeth & also showing his face
the drummer of the nation
conjuring baneful times to be
the press spitting slander across time & space

the murdered’s regards from the grave
are not for you – the murderers
you who with barbarous affectation gave
more support to the law of might
that you ruled to be right:

the tradition of master & slaves
withal the arbitrariness of ancient privilege
you are no adversaries earning his respect
all but despicable torturer knaves
even though arrogantly to subject
you strove the world to your tyranny

in his grave he can but scoff at you
and should you win the world even
with fraud & might & steel
your dream of the master race ne’er comes true
as will prove future’s reel

 

The poem “white morning” by the German poet, painter, writer, and translator Egon Günther had to be omitted from last year’s edition for lack of space. Like Oscar Wilde, the German Jewish socialist Erich Mühsam (1878-1934) endured much before he was even killed in prison for his convictions.

March

Oscar Wilde
By the Arno

The oleander on the wall
Grows crimson in the dawning light,
Though the grey shadows of the night
Lie yet on Florence like a pall.

The dew is bright upon the hill,
And bright the blossoms overhead,
But oh ! the grasshoppers have fled,
The little Attic song is still.

Only the leaves are gently stirred.
By the soft breathing of the gale
And in the almond-scented vale
The lonely nightingale is heard.

The day will make thee silent soon,
O nightingale sing on for love !
While yet upon the shadowy grove
Splinter the arrows of the moon.

Before across the silent lawn
In sea-green vest the morning steals,
And to love’s frightened eyes reveals
The long white fingers of the dawn

Fast climbing up the eastern sky
To grasp and slay the shuddering night,
All careless of my heart’s delight,
Or if the nightingale should die.

 

Poems by Wilde such as “By the Arno.” (March), “From Spring Days to Winter (for Music.)” (April), “San Miniato.” (May), “At Verona.” (June), and “Italia.” (July) record each specific moments in more or less clearly defined places. “By the Arno” has an explicitly Florence setting, breathing a romantic atmosphere redolent not only of Tuscany but of an Oxford college lawn at the dawn of day, also alluding to John Keats.