one summer
DESCRIPTION
One Summer by Richard Jurgens tells the story of a passionate amour fou set in a trendy, cynical milieu in expatriate Europe. It is also an intimate portrait of a brilliant and mercurial young woman with a fatal secret.TRANSCRIPT
One SummerRICHARD JURGENS
Young mare,Pride of the Caucasian breed,
I love your wild spiritBut why are you rushing?
Pushkin
One Summer © 2010 by Richard JurgensPrint edition published in 2010 by
Blackbird Poetry Amsterdam, the Netherlands.ISBN: 978-90-815 180-1-7.
Kindle edition published 2012 by BARNCOTT PRESS
Cover illustration:Painting © Norman Macdonald
Blackbird symbol © Richard Jurgens
All rights reserved.
CONTENTS
1. she likes to turn up to the party late 4
2. incredible how hard it is 5
3. it’s like it’s war out there or something 6
4. for god’s sake who sends valentines 6
5. when everyone is wearing colored coats 7
6. imagining smooth china in the afternoon 7
7. nothing like the hour 8
8. when people ask her how it happened 9
9. she sends a photo to me 10
10. they stood outside the tiny airport 10
11. when we’re together in the small hours 11
12. she wants to know if strawberries and oak trees ... 13
13. we’d said goodbye I thought 13
14. i understand the role I play in her new life 14
15. we thought we’d get some movies in 14
16. as scornful as Olympia now 16
17. she wanted to be wined and dined she said 17
18. she turned up late last night 17
19. this is a perfect summer 18
20. weaving down that echoing street 19
21. you phone me Sunday morning 19
22. they keep me up all night sometimes 22
23. it’s time to go away she says 23
24. sometimes you’ll smile privately 23
25. and it was good to feel part of things again 24
26. i hope you’ll read my little book one day 25
About the Author 8
Acknowledgements 8
1. she likes to turn up to the party late
she likes to turn up to the party lateher Jazz Age mouth curved in a little smileas if rememberingthe pleasures of her bed last night or maybe that slow morning
and sometimes she will haveher steady man in tow and sometimes not dependingshe likes to go about alone these days I hear
and she will always make her entrancejust as the main act’s coming on when things are getting kickingdown in the sweaty stallsand she’ll be welcomedby circling arms and proffered cheeksand before you know it drawn into an impenetrable crowd
well friend I think that we agree I see you stand and stareas the spirit of the music takes herand she begins to laughand shine and show her pleasureshe is a thoughtful frienda great companion in the small hoursand probably she’s good in bed
but she is ENGLISH seeand the English are great actorsso if your moment ever comesmake sure you time your entrance well
cool rools OK.
2. incredible how hard it is
incredible how hard it isto get her full attentionif I propose a quiet movieshe says she’s sure that friends will want to see it tooif I mention a new restaurant that’s recently been well reviewedshe’ll say she’s keen to try itthen suddenly she’ll remembershe’s going home to Londonor ring me in the afternoonwith news of a new deadlineor urgent travel story
well music is the magic keyto many a locked heartI think so next I bet my scalp on rock ’n’ rollbut here I put my foot in itand make a novice’s mistake she’s written books on this for god’s sakeshe corresponds with Morrisseybut still I try to drop a name or twoso I am not surprised whenlater in the whisky barshe texts that she is running latethe crew will all be thereshe’ll c us @ the show :-)
3. it’s like it’s war out there or something
it’s like it’s war out there or somethinghe stirred his double macchiatothey’re watching everyone they’re everywhere there’s uniforms on every corner
there’d been an ugly murder in the cityin certain neighbourhoods the mood was tenseI’d wanted somewhere quieter to meetmy friend preferred to move about as usualamong the restaurants and grunge caféson tour among the pretty folk who smile on the sunny terraceswith Raybans in their hairand watch the working world go by
yeah he flung his ponytail backand downed his coffee like a shot of bourbonstrange times to be in townhe’d been caught at a roadblock it was a crazy Friday nightand he was coming off the ferry from the Northand couldn’t show IDthey’d checked him outhis bicycle his briefcaseapparently both stolen he swore that he’d not known before
and there was probably a thread to his indignant storybut friends kept coming upto say hey dude and high-five himand draw him into coded conversationabout the places they all knew and it took a few more macchiattito get the point of this whole thing
it seemed our quick Californianhad spent a long weekend in solitary while details of his past were scrutinisedand he had almost been deportedbut then an angel had appeared to save himI bet you can’t guess who he saidno I said I can’t guess wholong story shorthis angel was the girl
who I’ve been trying to get close tothe girl who disappears for weeks on endwho sometimes answers messagesshe’d fetched him from the po-lice stationshe’d even smashed her piggybankto pay his bail
if we can’t ride the ferries when we wantand cops can pull folks off the sidewalkwho’re going about their businessany time they want he addedthen fascism’s not far away
and normally I’d agree of coursebut I was thinking of his great discoveryhe’d found the way all rightto get this girl’s attention he’d gone to fucking gaol.
About the Author
Richard Jurgens was born in Johannesburg in 1960. His memoir of his years with the ANC in the frontline states of southern Africa was published in 2000. He was the founding editor of Amsterdam Weekly. A writer, editor and translator, he lives in Amsterdam.
Acknowledgements
Title page epigraph: lines 1-- 4, Puskhin, ‘Young mare…’ in The Bronze Horseman and Other Poems, translated by D.M. Thomas. Penguin, Harmondsworth, 1982.
Page 28, ‘that out of nothing…’ See Propertius, II, i, 16.
Pages 38: lines from ‘Jenny Was a Friend of Mine’ by Flowers and Stoermer, and ‘Mr Brightside’ by Flowers and Keuning, The Killers Publishing, 2004.
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