Basen o trave...

29. července 2012 v 17:44 | Jan Benes |  Clanky jinych autoru
(poprve mnou zverejneno 2. rijna 2006 na http://hedvicek.blog.sme.sk/c/64315/Basen-o-trave.html)
Pred lety zemrely Jan Benes (ano, ten :-) ) mi v dobrem rozmaru poslal nepojmenovanou docela zivotopisnou basnicku, nevim zda uz to nekde publikoval, ale na muj okamzity email odpovedel, ze ji muzu zverejnit ja. Moc se mi to libilo, tady to je - autorem je Jan Benes:

Aby nas nepotkal hlad a z hladu smrt
jiz pred vladou lidu meli jsme doma krome kladiva i srp
a Bohu vzdavali jsme mlcky vrele diky,
ze pri stvoreni sveta nezapomenul na kraliky.

Za casu Bohmen und Mahren nebylo tu kavy,
lec skrze kraliky a jine tvory ubyvalo take travy.
Se srpy vydavala se burzoasie do hanspaulskych parku
a kazdy kousek pozat, jako to dosud cini ve Svycarsku.

Pak prisel valky konec i konec tisicilete Rise,
konec i sehnat travu pro kraliky kazdodenni tize.
Kdyz diky Sovetskemu svazu opustil jsem zemi krepce
ja znal jsem jazz, pod nazvem Velky ramus ve Vinnetce
a prave ve Vinnetce, hle, behal za sekackou sem a tam -
upravou travniku pro burzousty a radu krasnych dam.

Nikdo z nich nemel doma ani jednu jedinou kravu,
vsak patri k Americe mit u domu posekanou travu,
ba mezi zakazniky, snad to neni zadna pohana
mel jsem s sesti akry i vehlasneho Friedmanna.

Pak jsem se vzmohl, to se v Americe stava
a mel i dum, kolem nehoz mi rostla trava.
A tudiz musel, jako kazdy, opatrit si na ni masinu,
ktera tu travu menila v upravenou koncinu.

Na tom dba doslova uplne kazdy manik,
mit kolem domu spravny anglicky travnik.
Ba stava se, kdyz u benzinky pokojne popijite kavu,
ze soused zepta se, proc tento tyden nemate posekanou travu.

Moc casu ubehlo i veci vsech a ja se vratil domu,
lec americkou sekacku si, zel, nepobral k tomu.
Bylo ji dvacet let a nac stehovat stary kram,
kdyz vlada veci svych se, lide cesky, navratila k nam.

Uz je to dekada, vsak takovy je ten nas bajecny svet,
ja za tu dobu masinek zrejme forovejsich oddelal uz pet.
A kdyz mne nekdo hleda, tu ve vsi odpovi mu kazdy manik,
"jo, ten dum poznate snadno, on tam ma posekany travnik".
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Novelist, journalist, screenwriter, Jan Beneš was born March 23, 1936 in Prague. He is a graduate of the Academy of Arts, Architecture and Design in Prague and Charles University. His writing has appeared in numerous journals and magazines including, Plamen, Literární noviny, and Host do domu, and his debut volume was a collection of stories, Situace (Situations, 1963). In the 1950s and 1960s he was repeatedly incarcerated (for undermining troop morale, the illegal possession of firearms, the theft of army underwear, treason). In 1969 he emigrated to the United States, where his work was published by various exile presses (Sixty-Eight Publishers; Index; Konfrontace). He lectured at Harvard as a Research Fellow and wrote an overview of the history of Czechoslovakia for the U.S. Army. For nineteen years he taught Czech language, geography, and history to intelligence officers, agents of the FBI and CIA, and diplomatic personnel. He also contributed to the Czech émigré press. He returned to the Czech Republic after 1989 and lived in Obořiště near Příbram, where he died June 1, 2007.

Beneš was a member of both the American and Czech PEN Clubs and the Confederation of Political Prisoners [of Czechoslovakia]. His choice of themes and the style and manner in which he presented his ideas would classify him as a provocateur or rebel, someone who would have a difficult time in a free and democratic society let alone one devastated by a socialist system lacking in scruples and conviction. He was the kind of writer whose own life provided inspiration. Uncompromising and in his own way confrontational, Beneš never lacked for subject matter. Beneš's father had been a legionnaire and an architect who took part in building the border fortifications, and he was sacked from the Ministry of Defense after the Communist coup in February 1948. His firm belief that ideas need to be actively defended, his resistance to Bolshevism and admiration for the military found fertile ground in his son. In 1955 Beneš enrolled in the officers' academy in Ružomberok, a step he later justified as a way to obtain weapons with which he would use to fight the regime. After six weeks, however, he was dismissed from the academy for fighting with a superior. During his compulsory military service he was accused of theft and sentenced to twenty-five months in jail. The actual circumstances surrounding this affair were captured in his novel Trojúhelník s madonou (Triangle with Madonna). Serving his sentence in a mine provided the subject matter for another novel, Kooperace (Cooperation), which was published as Druhý dech (Second Breath). The author's views and fate closely resemble that of the novel's main protagonist, a reckless pilot named Vojda, and as such he defines the experience of his literary hero as well as his own: "But in that prison, in contact with political prisoners, I matured. I fully came to understand that it was not possible to endure this regime, one had to actively oppose it. Or at least permanently resist it. This was my university." Beneš became a political prisoner in 1966. He was sentenced to five years in prison for sending articles to Pavel Tigrid's exile magazine Svědectví (Witness). Released in 1968 but about to be arrested again in 1969, he emigrated to the United States. Five of his books being prepared for publication in Czechoslovakia were then banned. A skilled storyteller, Beneš built tension in his stories and novels by creating distinctly opposite characters with conflicting points of view as well as plots that straddled the border separating the believable from the fantastical. His writing tended toward a crisp documentary style that mixed in the comedic of absurd situations. At the end of Druhý dech he writes: "In his position as narrator the author cannot promote any particular standpoint." He was quite open, however, in vigorously defending his own views. Evidencing a noticeably educated grasp of the issues, Beneš the journalist was as irreverent and uncompromising as Karel Kryl, trenchant in his commentary and brilliant in his use of language. Beneš's literary style is imminently readable and lively, similar in many ways to the works of Milan Kundera and Josef Škvorecký. His "post-exile" work, exhibiting the pride and deracination of the émigré, is peppered with biting irony and the courage to discuss the unpopular and taboo problems that have plagued Czech society since the end of the Second World War. Jan Beneš died June 1, 2007.

 

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1 Tomas Ganz Tomas Ganz | 29. července 2012 v 19:31

Fantasticke!

2 Golias Golias | 29. července 2012 v 21:10

[Smazaný komentář] Po te krasne basni o trave si dovoluji predlozit vazenym ctenarum basen o praseti Davidovi. Basen byla napsana podle basne J.V.SLADKA.

     Kdyz bylo prase David male sele
     nemelo v svete nepritele.

     Ve Svajcu mu snesli vsecko
     chovali ho jako decko.

     A cim vetsi bylo a vetsi
     zacalo myt blbe reci,a v tom Svajcu
     na vesnici vojebaval klavesnici.

     Kdyz kompjutr nazhavil.ocas se mu
     postavil.                    

     ze selete svine vzrostla, laskou
     k lidem neprirostla a kdyz tezka
     byla na dva centy nebrala si
     komplimenty.                

     Kdyz vsak srala lidi vic a vic
     nacpali ji do jitrnic.

3 děda děda | E-mail | 29. července 2012 v 21:15

[1]: ... ale smutné ...

4 Milan z Nevady Milan z Nevady | E-mail | 29. července 2012 v 21:25

Diky Rosto za Tvoji osobni vzpominku na nezpomenutelneho JANA BENESE. R.I.P.

Bude zit v nasich srdcich na veky a jeho
prace nebude nikdy zapomenuta.

A pro Tomase Ganze: DITTO!
Jan Benes "s kraliky" dokazal popsat celou
eru nekolika slovy. FANTASTICKE!

5 Jiřina Korčáková Jiřina Korčáková | Web | 30. července 2012 v 9:45

Rossi, je to krásné, ale to prase od Goliase mi tu vadí. To byste snad nemuseli. Opravdu. Rozhodně ne sem.

Líbil by se mi tu jenom pan Beneš samotný. S jeho smyslem pro humor. Akceptuji nakonec i jeho tvrdost a bezohlednost, i když já jsem přesně ten typ, který na tyto vlastnosti nedosáhne a vždycky se před nimi "ohne". Sorry, elegantní pane Jene.

Když jsem se dozvěděla, že jste nás opustil, byla jsem v šoku. Čekala bych ledacos, ale tohle ne. Zmocnily se mne výčitky svědomí.Byla jsem zahlcena vlastními problémy a ztrátami a ani jsem nevěděla, že jste umřel. A byl jste na to sám. Vlastně jste byl skoro vždycky ve všem sám. Jedinečný. Alespoň na mne to tak působí. A je mi to všechno tak líto.

Ach jo.

6 Pro Jirinu Korcakovou Pro Jirinu Korcakovou | 31. července 2012 v 14:06

[5]: Mate naprostou pravdu pani Korcakova. Ta pseudo-basen sem nepatri, je sprosta, bez citu, napsana pro ceskeho Honzu a jeho jitrnici anebo jelito. Ale nejste v tom sama. Ja a vy stojime pri sobe vzdy a vsude!

7 Slavek Slavek | E-mail | 31. července 2012 v 15:13

[6]: Ceskeho Honzu? Ja bych usuzoval ze to nekdo napsal Davidovi Wernerovi jako vyznani lasky. Basni bych to ani nenazval,spise autor chtel vyjadrit co si o Wernerovi mysli, ale mate pravdu povinna skolni cetba to urcite nebude.Basnim pani Korcakove nerozumim,ta zena ma tolik intelektu v sobe ze jeji basne jsou jen pro ty vyvolene.

8 Mily Slavku Mily Slavku | 31. července 2012 v 16:50

(97)"Na pokrývce leží kniha. Je otevřená ..." basni Jirina Korcakova. I s minimalnimi znalostmi Freuda je snadno si predstavir co tim chce basnik rici!

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