I read in the morn’ from
“SIX NIGHTS ON THE ACROPOLIS”
By George Seferis:
Our loving-kindness, our best intensions: how briefly
they hold out against the millstone of fate.
If only one could at least work, could consecrate oneself
like a passionate artisan, with humility –
Not this wasteful struggle for one’s daily bread.
INDEED. The struggle will only stop
if one falls over, dead.
Until then one should use time to create
wonderful scenes of imaginary landscapes
depicted from the varying images of the soul.
The counterbalance to one’s physical efforts
to keep bad things at bay and master the pitfalls
of daily living.
The painted frame that slides from one’s hand
and knocks down onto the tiled stone floor
of the Heiligenstadt station.
The glass all shattered with cracking noise.
There’s no way back home to replace it.
The way forward is to find a glass work in
Korneuburg, opposite the army barracks,
Koppel is the name.
The plush cab charges eight Euro for a smooth
Short ride in a big Beemer.
The new glass will be done, by good luck,
immediately, the receptionist stated.
Standard glazing 30 x 40 cm.
WOW. Seven Euro.
A man appearing with his wife offers to take
me back to town. Great. He wants me to
step out his car in the City’s Square, but his
spouse insists to drop me at the hospital.
UH! Saved a fare to replace the glass.
Then at last I will get some praise from
my surgeon: She loves my painting and I am
pleased to please her with my art.
Her exam of my scar is favourable and she
asks me to walk up and down without pants.
I wonder what she thinks checking my
nude posture. She must like it.
Later she smiles again looking at my painting:
A poet’s license showing her as an apprentice
to the art of replacing artificial joints
to knees and hips.
I am glad I built a good tacit understanding
with her immediately, when she took me
as a patient.
Inviting her for a visit to the gallery
I work at some times, telling her about
its dedicated function.
For now Werner entertains me with some stories
asking me to phone him at my next visit to the
as he lives nearby.
He shows off giving me a lift in his small Merc
letting me out at the station.
A day that started with a bad bang
ending half way with a smile.