Talking to Stone
21 March 2012 02:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timpeltjeI looked at that face above the portal of the house around my corner and stood still for an eternity of 30 seconds. Like an imprint of a dead man that erratically found its way to the corner of a building.
Why put useless angels there who, with all their perfection and double sexedness, only frustrate us in our own one-sex bodies?
I wonder whose face it is. The upper parts of the building use both Corinthian and Ionic columns, which of course doesn't matter, because even the designer of the building was aware that nobody would ever consider the Greeks actually came to Berlin and build this.
What a painful face. Sculpting a face with the mouth open seems a lot harder than with it closed, yet its maker made no point of it (why would it be harder? You know, chiseling deep into a hole, making sure the lips don't get damaged - deep-throating, basically, but in sculpture).
Hello...?
Hmm....
Hi, I was just passing by and...
...and what?
I noticed your beautifully sculpted visage on your portal. Who are you?
Why you don't know who I am? I would slap you if you weren't the first person in 79 years to ask me who I am!
Too bad they didn't give you slapping arms then... So, come one, tell me, what's your name?
Why it's Ephemeral Lord & Baron of the Holy Kattegat! How dare you not know that?
Because I was born in a dog shed and in that dog shed, your name, this street, just means "cat's arse".
Well it was named after me! My family paid millions to get our own street name... to think people now think of anuses when they hear my name.
Oh, I can reassure you, it's only I who mostly thinks of anuses.
Well, you're nice, thanks for talking to me.
I'm happy to, I loved the beautiful expression on your face. Why the almost despairing sigh you are letting out?
What do you mean?
It's like they took your death mask and made it into a building!
Well, I was alive, I can assure you.... You see, I had amassed this vast amount of wealth over my lifetime and I was envied and adored by many.
But...
You see, the problem was the money didn't make me happy. The fortune I had amassed ensured that I never had to lift a finger in my entire life.
It sounds horrifying.
I can't tell if you're cynical or not, because when I was alive and wanted to talk about this, all I got was a prescription of opium sticks.
No, I understand... you wanted to fill your life with something meaningful.
That's right.
Did you succeed?
Let me put it this way... I ordered the building to be built and before it was finished, I had this sculptor sculpt the facial expression I wanted on the portal...
And then you put it up there?
And the day the building was finished, apart from the face, I climbed up on top and jumped off, leaving a note behind to put my facial sculpture above the portal.
Wow! Really?
Maybe, I don't know, you're just a drunk talking to a piece of stone, fuck off, will you?
Why put useless angels there who, with all their perfection and double sexedness, only frustrate us in our own one-sex bodies?
I wonder whose face it is. The upper parts of the building use both Corinthian and Ionic columns, which of course doesn't matter, because even the designer of the building was aware that nobody would ever consider the Greeks actually came to Berlin and build this.
What a painful face. Sculpting a face with the mouth open seems a lot harder than with it closed, yet its maker made no point of it (why would it be harder? You know, chiseling deep into a hole, making sure the lips don't get damaged - deep-throating, basically, but in sculpture).
Hello...?
Hmm....
Hi, I was just passing by and...
...and what?
I noticed your beautifully sculpted visage on your portal. Who are you?
Why you don't know who I am? I would slap you if you weren't the first person in 79 years to ask me who I am!
Too bad they didn't give you slapping arms then... So, come one, tell me, what's your name?
Why it's Ephemeral Lord & Baron of the Holy Kattegat! How dare you not know that?
Because I was born in a dog shed and in that dog shed, your name, this street, just means "cat's arse".
Well it was named after me! My family paid millions to get our own street name... to think people now think of anuses when they hear my name.
Oh, I can reassure you, it's only I who mostly thinks of anuses.
Well, you're nice, thanks for talking to me.
I'm happy to, I loved the beautiful expression on your face. Why the almost despairing sigh you are letting out?
What do you mean?
It's like they took your death mask and made it into a building!
Well, I was alive, I can assure you.... You see, I had amassed this vast amount of wealth over my lifetime and I was envied and adored by many.
But...
You see, the problem was the money didn't make me happy. The fortune I had amassed ensured that I never had to lift a finger in my entire life.
It sounds horrifying.
I can't tell if you're cynical or not, because when I was alive and wanted to talk about this, all I got was a prescription of opium sticks.
No, I understand... you wanted to fill your life with something meaningful.
That's right.
Did you succeed?
Let me put it this way... I ordered the building to be built and before it was finished, I had this sculptor sculpt the facial expression I wanted on the portal...
And then you put it up there?
And the day the building was finished, apart from the face, I climbed up on top and jumped off, leaving a note behind to put my facial sculpture above the portal.
Wow! Really?
Maybe, I don't know, you're just a drunk talking to a piece of stone, fuck off, will you?
