96. Presentation
I was far too old even before I was born,
and that is not the worst of it.
Suicidal already as a child,
three times I failed to drown myself,
and those were only my life's first failures.
My disappointment with mankind was total at eleven,
and how do you survive an intellectual rape,
which is even worse than a sexual one,
which conclusion I could draw after the experience of both.
I lost my family into an abyss of spiritual addiction,
the brainwash, self-deceit, tomfoolery and what not
of a capitalistic buddhism made attractive by science fiction,
a philosophy they called it, which ruined their possibilities,
so I just had to work hard all my life and earn nothing for it
since I chose the wrong professions:
the service of the muses, creation, knowledge,
the love of beauty, idealism, so I had to work alone,
protected against the ignorance and madness of mankind
by isolation in a hermit's one person monastery,
and thus I carry on. Is that a happy life?
And yet people envy me for nothing,
while I just keep struggling on,
a lover who is used to never getting anything for all his love.
– But as long as the band plays on, you can stand the music.
Let's just face the music and keep it going.
At least, with music you can never get bored,
so music of the right kind would be the only therapy possibility
for the hopelessness of mankind.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 10:50
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