Sunday Music

Every day I drive past a small fenced plot of grass where some gnomes are held. They must be there for a long time, because they look pretty desillusioned, resigned – they accepted their fate, and surely will end their lives in captivity. I think it is useless to try to bring them back into the wild, their natural habitat, they would not last a minute.
I can not develop comiseration for them, frankly because they look, in my eyes, exceptionally ugly. Uglyness, like beauty, lies in the eyes of the beholder, of course, so they may look like the embodiement of gnome gracefulness for someone else. I say, they are so ugly that it is a shame to have to look at them, and the gnome warden should remove them from public display and damn them to solitary confinement. Maybe I can snap a picture tomorrow to prove my harsh words.
These gnomes have nothing in common with the gnome in the wild, who moves fast, has a tendency to play tricks on humans, and is usually a notorious hoarder. Gnome specialist LISZT Ferencz (1811-1886) (Ger., Eng.) wrote a Gnomenreigen (Gnomes, Dancing) in Rome circa 1862/63, a lively piece we hear in a even livelier version performed by Kana MIMAKI (about). She writes : “From my viewpoint, Gnomenreigen is a simple song about a gnome. My gnome’s name is Gnormand (a.k.a. “Norm”); I try to depict a-day-in-the-life of Norm: a mischievous and gnarly gnome frolicking around in the forest, doing whatever it is he does when nobody’s watching.”
I hope you enjoy Norm’s day, the joys of a simple gnome’s carefree life in the woods.
May the week be peaceful for all of us.

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7 thoughts on “Sunday Music

  1. As I listen I can see the gnomes frolicking in a dappled woodland glade. How glorious.
    Please provide pictures, Mr Mags. And a Hollywood blockbuster based on this post. Thank you.
    Sx

  2. I can’t say I’ve ever held much appreciation for gnomes or cupids. They seem rather annoying in context should I give them much thought. I did have a friendly old neighbor who looked like a living gnome though. If they were as useful as he (a woodworker), I might have a change of heart.

  3. I have a book about gnomes.Intended as a”lesson” to children to care for the world, it is a favourite. But I detest those hideous garden gnomes.
    The dancing gnomes? A bright start to my day.Thank you.

  4. I used to live next door to a couple Ann and Terry (named and shamed) who had an ornamental windmill in their front garden, surrounding the windmill was a juxtaposition of garden gnomes and woodland creatures, so it went garden gnome and squirrel, garden gnome and a robin, garden gnome and an otter and I remember a birdbath in the shape of a toadstool and almost as big as the windmill, painted red with white spots and a cheery caterpillar sat inside of it, under the cover of darkness I sneaked into their garden to remove and dispose of a few of those ghastly objects only to find that they had been concreted in. I won’t tell you what they did with coconut shells and artificial flowers.

  5. Yeah, I can see Norm jump from the keyboard at the end, dearest MsScarlet.

    No way Melanie, them gnomes will not change !

    Yes, kids must be educated about he dangers of gnomes from an early age, dear Dinahmow !

    Where the Toadstool Sticks, by Mitzi. I would buy it !

    I have to refute this, dear Looby : Never shall we be “small ugly people” – let’s stay what we are : Gnomes in Full !

    IDV – I admire your memory ! And I think the Psychotic Gnome Maximum Security Yard is exactly the right place for them – All of them !

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