Montag, 1. Januar 2018

Morgengrauen nach der Silvesternacht ...

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Biedermann hat gesagt…

Cher Penseur, cher Penseuse,

als Huldigung an diesen prachtvollen Tiger – und zugleich an einen großen Dichter, den ein ähnliches Schicksal wie Friedrich Hölderlin traf – ein paar Verse von Christopher Smart an seinen Kater Jeoffry, die ihn unsterblich machten:
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having considered God and himself he will consider his neighbor.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.

Mit den besten Wünschen für das neue Jahr.