I feel better now. Punctually to the end of the working week I started to feel not so well, a little cough here, some headaches there – it prevented me from going to Suebia on Frayday, instead I sat around staring foolishly at the wall until I went to bed. Sweet sleep helped. No, it was not a little reminder by Ms Corona, I think it was a conspiracy of gnomes. I am pretty sure that those captive gnomes I mentioned in the previous post, conspired with the technical trolls in my vehicle. Whatever you do in there regarding the air conditioning – and it is way better than what we had in the older model – it blows cold air on the driver’s head ; no matter how you adjust whatever nozzle, there is alway an orifice pointing at you. I must get me some kind of cap to protect my forehead from the arctic blast. Resentful little people they are. I say it, despite the friendly warning by Mr Looby of the Departement of Gnomes that the comments may be a little “gnomist” here. As a proof for my claim may serve this picture I took only some days ago :
Saturday is over, the day pubs and water holes were reopened in the UK, so its the day after for some people there – also for some Americans who celebrated the 4th of July, happy independence, and all. (I will not say something about Donnie ROTTEN, just mention his invention of “far left fascism”, really cool : What a bloke.) So let’s turn away from headaches & gnomic uglyness of any kind towards our spiritualia, for at least two minutes, by listening to Oreste RAVANELLOs (1871-1938) (Ger., Eng.) Toccata per l’Elevazione, performed by Leonardo CARRIERI (channel). I hope you like the music, may the coming week be healthy for all of us.
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.
I am terribly lazy, especially today. I may have set a new record in lazyness. I watched no news (yet), committed meself to absolutely no household work, but shuffled around papers on the desk – this came dangerously close to meaningful “work”, but could be stopped before it went too far. No risk there. I searched for Sunday Music, and could not decide, I felt torn between Frank Z. and Jean-Baptiste L. In the end it is a little piece by Herr BACH, his Bourrée from Suite No.2 in E minor (BWV 996), here performed by Roland HÄRDTNER (Ger., Eng.). I hope you like the music. May the coming week be peaceful for all of us.
Back in Franconia, to an overflowing mailbox – I simply don’t understand that all these printed leaflets can be produced in a cost-covering or economically viable way. I think I get a pound of colour printed junk each week, and it goes directly to the bin. In between were some important letters, and most is already dealt with. The appartement is exactly like I left it, no broken water pipe, no collapsed pile of books, no beer in the fridge, ach ach und nochmal ach … this flat is like a well worn slipper, but I miss the good company of the last days. Tomorrow in the not so dark morning I’ll start the engine again for my daily routine, no holidays in sight for the coming weeks. I enjoyed the last days, a little feeling of easiness, carelessness set in ; the thought that it could just go on this way became tempting. Anyway, let’s listen to a nice little tune : From Mr Morton GOULDs (1913-1996) (Eng.) American Symphonette Nr.2 we hear the little Pavanne in a 1942 version. I hope you enjoy the music, may the coming week be good to all of us. (Besides, wordpress informs me that this blog is ten years old today – thank You for reading !)