mein shatten, o mein shatten -
wenn nur du haben aber eins auge,
zu einsehen mich, ihr σίσυφος.
my shadow, o my shadow -
if only you had but one eye,
to observe me, your sisyphus.
and are there no better contrasts to
be observed?
well, there is the title:
to spectate rain, falling in sunlight,
with the two rainbow arches
emerging from thin air...
of the inner 7 fractions,
to the outer 2, if not 3 (red and green
being the most distinct) -
to watch rain, fall in sunlight,
is like watching countless shooting stars...
but there is an even greater swelling
of the heart, as the eyes observe...
snow, falling ever so gently in the night,
and, if abiding near a cemetery,
how much more potent the scene.
i am the vain carrier of my shadow,
if only my shadow could see,
but then again, the shadow is burdened
with memory,
for the shadow remains
chronologically bound to allow such
intactness of lived to forgotten
of scenes, acts, pains & pleasures.
and thus unto spoiling this "effort":
sheikh imran nazar hosein -
honest to god, i could listen to the old
man for hours, and never feel
bored, or, to say the least, "triggered"...
there's absolutely nothing annoying
about him, but more importantly:
nothing arrogant, thus subsequently
pompous...
it's just that he fails to mention
one aspect of western secularisation
process...
the west has priests,
although, the priesthood has changed
into:
the modern priest in western societies
is a: psychiatrist.
these are the new priests,
they too prescribe certain "atonements"...
perhaps not the 20 hail mary's after
confession...
short & sweet alternative:
an antidepressant with your coffee,
or some benzodiazepines...
honestly? i'd prefer the wafer and
the sip of wine... but you know,
times are a'changing.
nonetheless, i prefer listening to old men
talk, such as sheikh imran nazar hosein,
because they *can talk,
rather than slobber all over the camera
screen...
and the way they talk, is akin to, say,
morgan freeman becoming a d.j.
on a classical music radio station
at 9p.m., through to 11p.m. so that
people hear the lullaby...
yes yes, i know the subject matters of
the sheikh are religious,
but i too share my worth in some form
of religiosity, some form of gesticulation,
as merely as the one already given,
with the rain in the sunlight,
and the snow in the night,
even with the freshly poured rain in
the night, that looks like quicksilver
every time it glistens,
or like the frost on the pavement in
the night: that resembles a thousand upon
thousand of paparazzi camera flashes
at a red carpet event -
veni vidi noto;
now for the alternative title (in german) -
regen in sonnenlicht / schnee in nacht.
p.s. i write german using an english
grammatical structure,
bare with me, i just like the way
it sounds... even if it has an english grammatical
structure... and if only they began to teach
german in english primary schools,
rather than french, i guess it would have
caught on with me -
twice the man, and a fraction of a wannabe.
