another admirable lady and acquaintance from the past...
They are still together, now since almost 30 years...
She is married to an alcoholic
for whom she slaves and totally exhausts herself
blindly nourishing her love with endless love.
As a drunkard he is a professional,
drinking much and all the time, with oceans in his eyes,
was clever once and able as an artist,
doing nothing good no more and being good for nothing.
He is just a burden to her
when he's not a burden to society and everybody else;
and when she is not present, he lies just with anyone and gladly.
He is unpredictable, is able to attack a stranger anytime,
sees often twelve blue elephants behind him
and dares never be alone.
He has four children from as many broken marriages,
while she has only one from but one broken marriage.
When from time to time he gets too difficult she takes some shots
sometimes a number of times a day.
She simply can not bear it anymore sometimes.
And she is epileptic.
But what a heroine for inspiration and divine endowment!
She will never bust and never cease her splendid humours,
only joy of life and warmest generosity she beams around,
and in her daily suffering she is more beautiful than no one else.
But it is a strained and straining beauty,
a beauty of enforced and pounded hardness,
of the tightened pain of inconceivable unyielding suffering,
the spiting courage of a furious mother hard against all evil,
a beauty rather masculine in screwed-up hardiness,
a beauty which in its heroic stubbornness against all sense
can only be as womanly as nothing else.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-08 at 10:17
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They are still together, now since almost 30 years...
The heroine
She is married to an alcoholic
for whom she slaves and totally exhausts herself
blindly nourishing her love with endless love.
As a drunkard he is a professional,
drinking much and all the time, with oceans in his eyes,
was clever once and able as an artist,
doing nothing good no more and being good for nothing.
He is just a burden to her
when he's not a burden to society and everybody else;
and when she is not present, he lies just with anyone and gladly.
He is unpredictable, is able to attack a stranger anytime,
sees often twelve blue elephants behind him
and dares never be alone.
He has four children from as many broken marriages,
while she has only one from but one broken marriage.
When from time to time he gets too difficult she takes some shots
sometimes a number of times a day.
She simply can not bear it anymore sometimes.
And she is epileptic.
But what a heroine for inspiration and divine endowment!
She will never bust and never cease her splendid humours,
only joy of life and warmest generosity she beams around,
and in her daily suffering she is more beautiful than no one else.
But it is a strained and straining beauty,
a beauty of enforced and pounded hardness,
of the tightened pain of inconceivable unyielding suffering,
the spiting courage of a furious mother hard against all evil,
a beauty rather masculine in screwed-up hardiness,
a beauty which in its heroic stubbornness against all sense
can only be as womanly as nothing else.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 432 times
Written on 2006-10-08 at 10:17
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