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.