Bernie Wrightson
He may just be half a century earlier qua timestamp, but still fits this book quite nicely

ĎNaar vriendschap zulk een mateloos verlangení,
the tekst on our national homomonument in Amsterdam
is a quote from the poem:
'Aan eenen jongen visscher' (to a young fisherman)
by Jacob IsraŽl de Haan:

Rozen zijn niet zoo schoon als uwe wangen,
Tulpen niet als uw bloote voeten teer,
En in geen oogen las ik immer meer
Naar vriendschap zulk een mateloos verlangen.

Achter ons was de eeuwigheid van de zee,
Boven ons bleekte grijs de eeuwige lucht,
Aan Ďt eenzaam strand dwaalden alleen wij twee,
Er was geen ander dan het zeegerucht.

Laatste dag samen, ik ging naar mijn Stad.
Gij vaart en vischt tevreden, ik dwaal rond
En vind in stad noch stiller landstreek wijk.

Ik ben zůo moede, ik heb veel liefgehad.
Vergeef mij veel, vraag niet wat ik weerstond
En bid dat ik nooit voor uw schoon bezwijk.

Roses are no match for the cheeks you turn
tulips don't compare your naked feet on the floor
and in his eyes I always read more
for friendship such a fathomless yearn

Uit: Liederen (1917)

verlangen, hunkering
vraag, verlangen, vordering, eis
gretigheid, verlangen, begeerte, vurigheid
angst, bezorgdheid, ongerustheid, zorg, benauwdheid, verlangen
yen, verlangen
verlangen, wensen, begeren, verzoeken, verkiezen, trek hebben in
vragen, eisen, verlangen, vereisen, vorderen, vergen
wensen, verlangen, toewensen, begeren, verkiezen, trek hebben in
verlangen, hunkeren, reikhalzen, smachten naar, zich aangetrokken voelen tot
nodig hebben
the word Sehnsucht is German for 'aspiration' or 'longing.', see monument data.

Some more bio info on de Haan from a Volkskrant review:

Author of two scandalous novels, poet, lawyer, journalist, homosexual,
engaged jew, who in the end got assasinated by a Zionist
- in his biography on Jacob IsraŽl de Haan ,
Jan Fontijn leaves the final judgement to the reader.

By: Aleid Truijens 23 mei 2015, 02:00

His death got far more publicity than his life and work ever did.
On june 30, 1924, in Jeruzalem, three gunshots made a brutal end to the life of a 42 year old Jacob IsraŽl de Haan.
Some years before the poet, novelist, lawyer and journalist De Haan had left full of idealism for Palestine.
He soon got disenchanted. He saw the hatred between Arabs and Jews and between Zionists and orthodox Jews.

His murderer was Avraham Tehomi, a 21-year old subcommander of the paramilitairy Zionist organisation Haganah.
THe order came from his boss, Ben-Zwi, later IsraŽli president, who persevered in denying his involvement.
The dangerous element and threat, that De Haan posed, writing for Dutch and British newspapers,
in which he sharply critisized the zionists, had to be liquidated, was the general opinion within Haganah.
This first political murder in Palestine, shocked the world.

In the year of his death de Haan's poetry collection 'Kwatrijnen' got published.
Biographer Jan Fontijn, calls the four line poems the "diary of his inner life".
That sure is a way you can read these melancholic, clear and sometimes mocking verses.
They brong the tormented writer, always strugling with guilt and penitence,
with a god that might or might not exist, homesick desire, lustfor beautiful boys always there,
Most known got to be his quatrain 'Onrust' (unrest), of which the biographer took the title:

"Die te Amsterdam vaak zei: 'Jeruzalem'
En naar Jeruzalem gedreven kwam,
Hij zegt met een mijmerende stem:
'Amsterdam. Amsterdam. ' "
"who in Amsterdam often said: 'Jerusalem'
and was driven there,
he keeps saying in musing voice:
'Amsterdam, Amsterdam' "

Resteless soul :
Jacob IsraŽl de Haan in a Parisian photostudio, somewhere around 1919. © Bezige Bij

Fontijn portrays him as restless soul, looking for love and harmony,
but barred by te injustice he meets underway that has to be put right first.
A soft and dedicated friend, but also uncompromising. Someone who easily makes ennemies.
"He had a huge heart, panting for justice", a riend said.
Even though the chronicles he wrote for Algemeen Handelblad were well read,
and two 'homosexual novels, Pijpelijntjes (1904) and PathologiŽn (1908)
caused an enormous uproar,
he remained a sideline figure in Dutch literature.
His sister Carry van Bruggen got far more public acclaim.
Unheard of in those days, de Haan in his two novels wrote frankly
about the love relationship between two young men.
True promotion or a commercial advertizement for 'the love of men' he surely did not make:
sadism and masochisme play pivotal roles in both the novels.
As a result the author got himself nailed to the pillory.

In the SDAP, where he was active during his years as young school teacher,
he got vomitted out:
P.L.Tak, chief editor of the socialist daily Het Volk,
discharrged him from writing the childrens column in that paper.
He was left only with some temporary jobs in the city's education office,

M.D. and writer Arnold Aletrino,
who recognised himself as a main character in Pijpelijntjes was furious.
He bought the entire first edition, in order to destroy them all.
De Haans best friend, writer and psychiatrist Frederik van Eeden,
who he idolised, found both novels 'horrific',
too filthy to read out untill the end...
Obviously he hated being portrayed as the politically correct but oh-so bourgois scientist,
who had great theories about homosexuality,
but failed at living that out in a fullfilling way as practicing out homosexual.

PathologieŽn has a subtitle that leaves us with very little hope:
'The decline and fall of Johan van Vere de With'.

In 1975 this unusual novel, in which a satanic lover
destroys the art-loving boyfriend and object of his lust.
Just as Pijpelijntjes causing a hype, especially amongst Neerlandici.
UvA-teachers Leo Ross en Rob Delvigne, who had rediscovered his work,
wrote highly exiting articles about them,
causing the issue of quite a number of new editions of both.
Even De Haans poetry enjoyed new prints.
He always kept admirers; his life and death inspired many other artists.

He was the son of a Chazan, a master of ceremonies in the synagogue, who grew up in Zaandam.
a Sensitive, smart boy who admired his wise father
and always hanging out with his one year older sister Carry.
Fontijn shows us a writer who yearns back to the days of warm family life
and self-evident piety radiating from his parential home.
He married, with doctor Johanna van Maarseveen;
a childless marriage of friendship and convenience,
even though he dearly wanted children.
And so he moved to Palestine, without her.
How De Haan's love and respect for his father,
his childlessness and love for boys, gel together,
is not psychologically analysed by Fontijn,
but he does show the connection.

Compassion and understanding

The biography is written with that in mind for the subject person,
without the biographer crawling too deep within the skin of him.
There remains a healthy distance to get to grips with such a life full of contradiction.
Fontijn refrains from giving many comments on the material that he's uncovered:
letters, newspaper clips, but also the earlier books on De Haan;
he leaves any judgement to the reader.
It looks like there just was nothing that could go right in this life.
De Haan really was a malapert homosexual,
who later on did get to feel ashamed about the 'sins' committed,
a convinced socialist and zionist, who just was forced into resentment of his former allies.
He returned to the faith of his youth, became pious, but kept on doubting their 'god'.
In the end
a catholic writer, an Arab boy and an orthodox-jewish docter remained his closest friends.

with this book Fontijn fulfills a promise that the subject of the first biography he wrote,
Frederik van Eeden, had, unwittingly, given him:
In a tribute after his death Van Eeden expressed the wish that there would be :
"a life description of Jacob IsraŽl; a deep digging study,
'worthy of such a sensitive author' " .

don't hesitate to suck it to me with questions or suggestions / submissions.
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