Showing posts with label Christian Morgenstern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christian Morgenstern. Show all posts

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Sanftmut - Gentleness - Lightness II

What a procession:


Chekhov is sitting at his desk, neatly and unhurriedly he jots something on a piece of paper. Then he gets up, puts on his overcoat, his hat and galoshes, and goes to the corner where a mousetrap has been placed. He comes back, holding a mouse, still alive, by its tail, and goes out on the porch and walks slowly across his garden to the fence, behind which stands a Tartar cementary on a stony hillock. Gently he throws the mouse over the fence ... A tame stork and two small dogs are following behind him.

Ivan Bunin in On Chekhov

And something very contemporary, though being a century old, and at the heart quite deconstructivist :-):

Im übrigen ist Humor eben Humor und hat jederzeit seinen eigenen Sinn und - Ernst für sich. Ja, es ist seine Mission, zumindest heutzutage, im Menschen den dumpfen trübseligen Ernst, in den ihn eine materialistische Gegenwart verstrickt hält, ein wenig aufzulockern, anzubröckeln.

Von einer Zeit umfangen, die im wesentlichen von Gelehrten ihre Parolen empfängt und demgemäß auf allen Seiten zur Sackgasse verurteilt ist, meint er (i e der gegenwärtige Mensch Anmerkung moi) vor solchen Versen gleichsam aufzuatmen, als in einer Atmosphäre, in der die erdrückende Schwere und Schwerfälligkeit des sogenannten physischen Plans, der heute mit dem ganzen bitteren Ernst einer geist- und gottlos gewordenen Epoche als die alleinige und alleinseligmachende Wirklichkeit dekretiert wird, heiter behoben, durchbrochen, ja mitunter völlig auf den Kopf gestellt zu sein scheint

Christian Morgenstern in Brief Fragmente aus Über die Galgenlieder von Christian Morgenstern

Finally the lyrics of one of the most beautiful Flemish songs ever:

Mia by Gorky or Gorki


When I was hungry, I came to you.
You said: "You may eat if you do the washing up"
 People like you must have a hard time.
Give them a chance before they grow silent/ crazy.

The middle class governs the country
better than ever before.
Mia has seen the light.
She says: "Nobody is lost."

Momentarily we still go ahead
on the bright path, the wrong track
People like me you meet everywhere
on the job market in this valley of tears

Stars may come and stars may go
Only Elvis remains
Mia has never quit
She asks: " Can you still dream?"

The middle class governs the country
better than ever before.
Mia has seen the light.
She says: "Nobody is lost."



Stars may come and stars may go
Only Elvis remains
Mia has never quit
She asks: " Can you still dream?"



Stars may come and stars may go
Only Elvis remains
Mia has never quit
She asks: " Can you still dream?"

Monday, 28 February 2011

Giacometti's Nose or "ein Lugaus der Phantasie ins Rings"

During a seminar at the Kunstakademie Münster, the subject being Giacometti's sculpture 'The Nose', which was modelled on the features of a dead friend of his as representing the dead as being dead, I learned of a wish of Giacometti's, which was to be hanged just once and still live on. I was very much struck by this story, because something deep inside of me understood and agreed with this desire; and had in fact cherishing it for some time as well...

As does the wonderful Christian Morgenstern in his poems entitled "Galgenlieder"




Or to put it quite differently owing to Michael Pennington in Battle of Wills: "To be no more worth than a piss in the Thames".