{"id":3798,"date":"2010-06-03T09:28:37","date_gmt":"2010-06-03T14:28:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=3798"},"modified":"2010-06-03T09:28:37","modified_gmt":"2010-06-03T14:28:37","slug":"roger-manderscheid-1933-2010","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/roger-manderscheid-1933-2010\/","title":{"rendered":"Roger Manderscheid (1933-2010)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3799 lazyload\" title=\"Manderscheid&beer\" data-src=\"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/Manderscheidbeer.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"420\" height=\"310\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 420px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 420\/310;\" \/>And the Memorial Day occasion stretches on: news just in that the Luxembourg writer <strong>Roger Manderscheid<\/strong>, an old & dear friend, died on Tuesday night. Of the generation just preceding mine, he was the most prolific, radical, engaged, political, satirical, and plain humorous poet, novelist, playwright in both the German and the Luxembourg languages, as well as being a superb visual artist. His 1988 novel <strong>schacko klak<\/strong>, written in <em>letzebuergesch<\/em>, (and made into a <a href=\"http:\/\/lb.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Schacko_Klak_%28Film%29\">movie<\/a> in\u00a0 1990) is a milestone in the modern literature of Luxembourg. Below, a poem of Roger\u2019s I translated this morning. I will add more materials & translations in the near future.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em><strong>Roger Manderscheid<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>family<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>the father carries the fatherland on his back<br \/>\nthe mother is handcuffed to the swiss cheese<br \/>\ngrandfather means a twenty minute detour<br \/>\nthe children only bark when a stranger comes into the house<br \/>\ngrandmother has been dying for the last ten years<br \/>\nthe dog has medical insurance<br \/>\neating and drinking keeps the family together<br \/>\nor the fear to sit alone on the dry crust<br \/>\none comes as close to one another as on a photo<br \/>\nat times a sudden gash rips through the potatoe<br \/>\nthe mother then sways above the abyss of a cooking pot<br \/>\nthe father swears & unloads the fatherland<br \/>\nlater the profession\u2019s climate<br \/>\nand still later a whole lotto block<br \/>\nand begins to soften<br \/>\nonce upon a time he too<br \/>\nhad imagined something completely different<br \/>\nsomewhere in tv land a shot is heard<br \/>\nthe indoor plants make noises as they grow<br \/>\nthe dog returns from school<br \/>\nif the goldfish was a cat it would sing<br \/>\nthe dream of love has turned into an own home<br \/>\neach morning the sardines<br \/>\nare taken from their tins<br \/>\nand hung up to dry on the washing line<br \/>\nraspberry juice screams grandma<br \/>\non the disc all hell breaks loose<br \/>\nquiet says the father<br \/>\nthe children bark although no stranger<br \/>\nhas entered the house<br \/>\nmohair wool says the mother<br \/>\none hears the fridge hum<br \/>\ndomestic peace breaks out<br \/>\na fly falls from the ceiling<br \/>\nand drowns in the lemonade<br \/>\nthe dog says something<br \/>\nquiet repeats the father<br \/>\nlet him be says the mother<br \/>\nthe daughter knits a yard long scarf<br \/>\nfor her boyfriend<br \/>\ngrowl says the child<br \/>\nzack says the father<br \/>\nthat one you have earned says the mother<br \/>\nstop barking<br \/>\nand now the dog starts weeping<br \/>\nthe mother hadn\u2019t imagined her life like this<br \/>\nshe has a belly<br \/>\nthe father has two<br \/>\nthe affair is simply too serious<br \/>\nchristmas lies behind the tv<br \/>\none show is called closing time<br \/>\nwhen someone laughs the others get scared<br \/>\nwhen derlacher sees this he gets scared<br \/>\nthe family explodes in laughing<br \/>\nthe aquarium stands in the middle of the room<br \/>\nlike a lifeboat<br \/>\nthe fish slide<br \/>\npast each other without<br \/>\nsaying a word<\/p>\n<p>[translated from German by Pierre Joris]<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And the Memorial Day occasion stretches on: news just in that the Luxembourg writer Roger Manderscheid, an old &#038; dear friend, died on Tuesday night. 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