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03/14/2004: "der tod..."

music: bond
mood: sweet and sour

Last night I was treated by a dear friend at her house in a charming dorf outside zörich,beyond Triemli
and over the Uitlieberg mountain.The house is home to two cats ,two guinea pigs and several lively fish,
but the real master of the house is 11 year old Michael,a sharp and charming young man,who helped his mother organize the evening by making a tomato sauce that topped our osso bucco,and a splendid pudding.After showing me around upon my arrival,Michael produced a few poems he had written,and I must share one with you,because I actually liked them so much and found their rhythm so inspired:
das rätsel
das rätsel das kann endlos sein
man lösts mit frenden oder allein
des rätsels sog zieht dich hinein
man kommt nicht heraus nur herein
das rätsel das ist ganz verschwomen
den es hat dir den verstand genommen
so vergehen vielen leben
die lösung is bei vielen das streben
doch es wurde nie gefunden
und tausend menschen sind darin verschwunden
This led me to reflect upon the task of bringing up children and the amazing results achieved by so many women without input or assistance from their male partners...How is this possible or even acceptable?Do we need looking any where else to start working on a better world?Or should women altogether eliminate these male cromagnons,sorrycompanions,and lay the foundations of a not so brave new world?
Let me know what you think,out there.I think this subject is worth some thought and your input.

Replies: 3 Comments

on Monday, March 15th, nicholas said

mmm How about the yin and yang of it all.

My Mom was great a self sacrificing person who just lived for her children ... and she did it alone ... my dad died when i was four. if granted a wish, i would like to know the man who was my father.... to know what made him laugh ... what were his convictions .. what parts of him are in me ... that is a priceless gift.... it is a sad brave new world that we have to discuss this issue ... choosing between is like solomon splitting the babay what half would you like?

L cohen wrote in the Favourite game that as a child he used to write notes to his father and bury them in his yard and that as an adult his writing life was an attempt to find those letters again....

on Tuesday, March 16th, marcel@marcelknecht.com">marcel said

........His father died when he was nine,and he was raised by his mother and sister.
I must say that my father was immensely present in my life,and I cannot imagine myself without the part he played.Your father must have been a fine man,because the fruit never falls far from the tree!

on Wednesday, March 17th, dusty said

Well, personally, I think we should do away with all men...yes, that's it, that should do it, if not too fun, we'll bring them back again...it will only take a few seconds and then 9 months and voila, another mistake is born...