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PDF ¹ BOOK Amsterdam Stories FREE ¶ JOHNSCYCLINGDIARY Ö ☃ Amsterdam Stories PDF / Epub ✑ Author Nescio – Johns-cycling-diary.co.uk No one has written feelingly and beautifully than Nescio about the madness and sadness courage and vulnerability of youth its big plans and vague longings not to mentionOducing over the course of his lifetime a handful of utterly original stories that contain some of the most luminous pages in modern literature This is the first English translation of Nescio’s storiesContentsThe freeloaderWhen we were titansThe writing on the wallOut along the IJLittle poetFrom an unfinished novelThe valley of obligationsThe endInsula d Brilliant captivating scintillating with wry humour beyond the usual cynicism like an enlightened comical view of a tragedy and tranuil resignation regarding the purpose of man's existenceHere are some of the remarkable uotes from this excellent piece of literaturea The FreeloaderFor the earth everything was simple enough It just turned on its axis and followed its course around the sun and had nothing to worry about But the people on it fretted out their days with troubles and cares and endless worries as though without these troubles these cares and these worries the day wouldn’t turn into night“Do? Nothing All you people are so pathetically sensible everything needs a reason and a purpose I’m going to Friesland not to do anything not for anything No reason Because I feel like it”b Young TitansPaint two horizontal stripes one on top of the other same width one blue and one gold and then put a round gold bit in the middle of the blue stripe We’ll write in the catalog #666 The Thought oil on canvas And we’ll submit it under my name Johannes Bavink Second Jan Steenstraat number soand so and we’ll price it at eight hundred guilders Then you can just sit back and see everything they come up with They’ll discover all sorts of things in there that you didn’t have the slightest idea of“You think I’m drunk?” I did indeed “It doesn’t matter Koekebakker when I’m sober I don’t understand anything anyway”God’s throne is still unshaken His world just takes its course Now and then God smiles for a moment about the important gentlemen who think they’re really something A new batch of little Titans are still busy piling up little boulders so that they can topple him down off his heights and arrange the world the way they think it should be I sit there aimlessly God’s aim is aimlessnessBut to keep this awareness always is granted to no manc The Writing on the WallAgain the longest day was past The days were getting shorter—it was still barely noticeable but we knew it was happening this summer too would pass Again the day came to an end again the bright red above the horizon grew pale the water in the distance kept its color but barely darkness crept up everywhere out of the earth now the canal in the distance had vanished in the night We were gloomy about all the things that had passed and about our lives which would end while all these things continued to exist We would see the days get longer a few times then we wouldn’t be young any And after that when the chestnut trees had blossomed red or white a few times we would die in the prime of our lives or maybe as old men which would be even worse And the sky would be red again and the canal would still be there too most likely gold in the twilight and they wouldn’t notice any differenced Out Along the IJAnd then we thought of the spring to come after this winter and we felt immortal again and not the least bit sad not anye Little PoetBellum transit amor manet“Man’s fate is to feel regret when he fails to reach his goal and to feel regret when he succeeds“There is no consolation in virtue and no consolation in sin“Therefore cheerfully renounce all expectations Place your hope in eternity there is no awakening from this dream”These were truly strange times It couldn’t end well And now he’d gone and said that a new age had dawned The age of Ironic Dilettantism was over a new age of Trailblazing Optimism and Dynamic Vigor had begunTo be a great poet and then to fall When the little poet thought about what he actually wanted most of all it was that To astound the world just once and to have just once an affair with a poetess He thought this thought again and again for years he was so naïveWhy did God ever make anyone a little poet?God carries us up to the heights only to hurl us back down again The path over the summit is short but the valleys are long Anyone who has been to the mountaintop spends the rest of his days in miseryBut he understood himself all right it was horribly clear to him and that is why nothing happened He looked at her and the poet in him worshipped her and raised her up to the throne alongside the God of heaven and earth and he didn’t dare touch herAnd at the same time deep inside the little poet the wild animal crouched ready to pounce and devour all the things that taunted him everything that stood around him and walked past him and didn’t notice him First of all her—the beautiful the beloved first—so that there would be no reason not to devour everything else To lift her up as high as the stars in the winter night and do his worst with her and then let her fall down into the unfathomable deeps To avenge upon her in his pleasure the whole world’s taunting indifference And besides what would a little poetess want than to fall like that?f From an Unfinished NovelThey endlessly make art dead literature and other dead works of art and it doesn’t seem to kill them eitherOctober is especially beautiful this year we live in a golden city and not for any amount of money not for a hundred thousand rijksdollar bills would I want to be respectable I’d rather just stay who I am a piece of humanity like this walking right at the edge of the embankment beyond the trees stopping and turning around every time like someone a little confused And it has stopped raining it hasn’t rained for days and I’m no longer dreaming about wet feet I’m wide awake And definitely confusedg The Valley of ObligationsI sit on the hill and look down into the valley of obligations It is barren there is no water there are no flowers or trees in the valley A lot of people are milling around most of them drooping and misshapen and

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No one has written feelingly and beautifully than Nescio about the madness and sadness courage and vulnerability of youth its big plans and vague longings not to mention the binges crashes and marathon walks and talks No one for that matter has written with such pristine clarity about the radiating canals of Amsterdam and the cloud swept landscape of the N ‘ I stood on the little bridge on the edge of nothingness enveloped in infinity’The unbridled aspirations of youth are like a fiery golden sunrise headstrong and self assured to light the world ablaze with midday brilliance and pushing aside the inevitability of the purple twilight that is to come Amsterdam Stories a slim yet surprisingly substantial collection from the life’s work of Nescio— the Latin pseudonym of Dutch businessman and director of the Holland Bombay Trading Company Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh meaning ‘I Don’t Know’ —beautifully bottles the passions and endeavours of youth in pristine prose Focusing on a cavalcade of young artists who passively watch the world turn while assured of their own importance and coming fame Nescio’s stories read like a matured and polished Beat novel coming alive in the streets of Amsterdam and the artistic expressions of his characters The natural world reigns supreme with Nescio as his artists attempt to harness it for personal glory while inevitably succumbing to the passage of time that leaves them only dust and the world churning onPerhaps the enjoyment of Nescio hinges on one’s tolerance for youthful nostalgia performed through long walks and talks drunken binges and the occasional art of otherwise unproductive young men in society However even those disenchanted with Beat Generation style antics are sure to find solace in the much matured insight through the gorgeously polished prose of Nescio For me the nostalgia is like being seated around a warm fire on a vast summer’s night with friends now long gone; the stories made me feel the heart within my chest throb in all its abstract and emotional ualities and overflow my senses with nearly forgotten stimuli as if I were suddenly transported to the basements and bars of my early twenties Reading like a memoir than short stories as the majority contain the same characters in a circle of friends Nescio refrains from adding much concrete detail to character descriptions and the reader is sure to naturally fill the gaps in with their own adolescent friends; many of these stories read like experiencing your own past as Nescio bestows a universality to his characters that make you believe you somehow know them We would shock the world unimpressive as we were sitting calmly there with our legs pulled up and our eight hands clasping our eight knees Nescio instills that youthful feeling of infinitude and importance where the world is just a test and obstacle that can easily be overcome for one to find themselves reigning supreme The hatred for the privileged that skate through life on their last names the disgust towards bleeding out your life as a bound and tied slave to corporate servitude all the aspects of maturity and adulthood that youth despises despite doing nothing to the contrary come alive in each story Nescio returns you to the feeling that nothing is impossible the wonderful feeling that you are uniue special and bound for greatness—a greatness that grows exponentially with each drink and smoke as you chatter away with your friends into the endless numbered nights' Oh we took our revenge we learned languages they had never even heard of and we read books they couldn't even begin to understand we experienced feelings they never knew existed'Each story perfectly captures the emotions of young life The Freeloader ‘ he always knew how to have a damned good time spending money while other people earned it’ seemingly a acute observation of an author with a business bent on his artistic friends and lifestyle features a friend we all know and initially loved for their carefree manner and ability to enjoy life to the fullest without suffering the yellow dawn existential angst and regret that typically permeate each hangover and smoked out morning breath Young Titans my personal favorite exuisitely examines the group of artists on a lifelong timeline from sunrise to sunset first loves and dreams towards a lifetime of mediocrity and defeat and rings true to the point of jabbing its emotional knife into the soul of every reader The Little Poet in particular manages to assess love particularly impossible love and the sleeplessness of love pangs in a world where God and the Devil toy with their creations for sport These are stories of white hot emotion and ambition of burning the candle at both ends just to see it blaze and dying in the afterglow ‘ I sit there aimlessly God's will is aimlessBut to keep this awareness always is granted to no man’Nescio’s prose is full of vibrant life and color While his characters go relatively undescribed except the beautiful women of Holland each with intoxicating ‘ knowing eyes’ that even leads God Himself to wonder ‘ if he had seen ten thousand girls or one girl ten thousand time’ the Dutch landscapes are described in lavish language The natural world and it’s impenetrable mysteries and unharnessed beauty enlivens each page and inspires the characters as they trade in their lives in artistic servitude to capture nature through their paintings and poetry It is no surprise then that in Insula Dei the most disconcerting aspect of the Nazi occupation to the focal character is the destruction of trees and nature as mankind is acknowledged as disposable to ‘God’s plan’ and nature the everlasting truth Nescio gives a sobering reminder that we are finite in an infinite universe yet avoids melancholy and accepts this truth in a manner that feels all the empowering and beautiful for it Two thousand years that’s nothing the earth has existed for thousands and thousands years than that and will probably exist for thousands The water will probably flow th

Nescio Ý Amsterdam Stories EBOOK

Amsterdam StoriesEtherlands Who was Nescio? Nescio Latin for “I don’t know” was the pen name of JHF Groenloh the highly successful director of the Holland Bombay Trading Company and a father of four someone who knew than enough about respectable maturity Only in his spare time and under the cover of a pseudonym as if commemorating a lost self did he let himself go pr Introduction by Joseph O'Neill The Freeloader Young Titans The Writing on the Wall Out Along the IJ Little Poet From an Unfinished Novel The Valley of Obligations The End Insula Dei Notes