Tomas Tranströmer of Sweden wins Nobel Laureate in Literature
Swedish author Tomas Tranströmer has been announced as the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature. According to the Nobel website, Tomas Tranströmer was awarded because
because, through his condensed, translucent images, he gives us fresh access to reality. Read more here.
Born on April 15, 1931, Tranströmer is a "Swedish writer, poet and translator, whose poetry has been deeply influential in Sweden, as well as around the world." (Wikipedia)
His probability of winning the award was perfectly predicted by ladbrokes, who pegged him at 4/1 odds winning over Bob Dylan at 5/1. He is considered as a hometown favourite. According to the announcement, Tranströmer was a full-time psychologists who found time to write.
With some of his books having been translated into English, I expect some of you might have read him. Anyone?
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Nope. I had not heard of him until today!
ReplyDeleteMe too, Stefania. It's rather unfortunate the Nobel is rather uncovering new authors for me. lol.
ReplyDeleteI ve not just few via links yesterday on twitter will be doing asap ,all the best stu
ReplyDeleteI have in an old introduction to European poets book, that I think was published by penguin
ReplyDeleteNovember in the Former DDR
The almighty cyclop’s-eye clouded over
and the grass shook itself in the coal dust.
Beaten black and blue by the night’s dreams
we board the train
that stops at every station
and lays eggs.
Almost silent.
The clang of the church bells’ buckets
fetching water.
And someone’s inexorable cough
scolding everything and everyone.
A stone idol moves its lips:
it’s the city.
Ruled by iron-hard misunderstandings
among kiosk attendants butchers
metal-workers naval officers
iron-hard misunderstandings, academics!
How sore my eyes are!
They’ve been reading by the faint glimmer of the glow-worm lamps.
November offers caramels of granite.
Unpredictable!
Like world history
laughing at the wrong place.
But we hear the clang
of the church bells’ buckets fetching water
every Wednesday
- is it Wednesday? -
so much for our Sundays!
translated by Robin Fulton
thanks for this piece, Parrish
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