In the mind of Valdemar M.
On a road in a deserted desert we find a man with a black hat reflecting over the fact that if he’s going to die here and now – on a road that is leading towards a destination but without goal – why, oh why, didn’t he put on the black tie instead of the pink one? Then he tries to comfort himself by thinking of all cocktail parties he been to where everybody, absolutely everybody, did admire his pink tie.
Suddenly Christopher Columbus appears, riding on a camel whose face seems a bit familiar. Out of his beard comes a question to the man with the black hat (or was it a cat?):
- Have you maybe seen America flowing around somewhere? And then, whispering: You see, I’m going to discover it. As if it was something to be ashamed of (Well, maybe it is.)
- Unfortunately not, he answers, but I saw one of these Spanish-looking guys with vacuum eyes in Brooklyn some nights ago. Ah, there he is, he continues pointing towards an old tramp who’s standing in a corner trying to sell some kind of blue pipe to Bob Dylan:
- Trust some of this, it’ll certainly show you where you’re at, the tramp says with a grin on his face. But Dylan replies (while he’s watching his watch):
- What?! Not to be rude, but it’s only 10 a.m. and I really don’t think time would interfere in a place like this.
Columbus now decides that it’s time for breakfast and takes up one of his famous eggs. But when he is just about to eat it, it slips out of his hands and disappears in the sand.
- I’m actually not a magician; the man in the black hat tries to explain for Columbus.
- No, you’re definitely not! Shouts the white rabbit who just jumped out of his hat.
An Indian who pretends that he just passed by (even though his peculiar clothes reveals that he’s on holiday) asks very polite:
- Have anybody seen Christopher Columbus flowing around somewhere? But Columbus has fell asleep together with Tutanchamon. Just to make some confusion and make it all seem like some kind of weird dream he repeats the same sentence backwards.
- What is all this supposed to mean? The phoney philosopher screams from his place behind a rock. Then he continues to imitate the sphinx’s smile (which he has been doing for at least the last two hundred years.)
The chicken, who’s taking her daily walk, has once again started the good old discussion with the egg about whom of them came first.
- I am the beginning and the end of the universe, as we knew it, the egg proudly proclaims.
- Maybe so, but without me it wouldn’t have been any you, how’s about that?! Says the chicken, always keen to get the last word.
Meanwhile an Indian guru is trying to convince the hare that if you play all Beatles songs at the same time the meaning of life will suddenly appear.
-Yeah, yeah, the hare sighs, if it just wasn’t for Ringos ears.
The blue pipe has now been handed over to Oscar Wilde. He’s smoking on it with the true spirit of a gentleman and in confidence he says to Dylan:
- The only good reason to quit smoking is that one can start again. Then he asks him:
- How many roads must a man really walk down?
- I couldn’t care less, says Dylan. I just want to go home. And in the next moment he leaves the place riding on a chrome wheel horse together with his Siamese cat.
An Egyptian salesman who all the time has been hiding in the background is now trying to buy the man in the black hat’s tongue. When he’s done so, there’s no way for the man in the black hat to protest so the salesman also takes his ears and his eyes.
The Phoney philosopher laughs at their behaviour and has another toast with Mona Lisa.
Stranded without ears and eyes, but still with a pink tie on, the man in the black hat returns to the only place in our story that he haven’t already forgot. There he’s having a nice cup of tea with the storyteller besides the Berlin wall where some naïve poet has written:
“Life is worth living (at least once in a while)”
Suddenly Christopher Columbus appears, riding on a camel whose face seems a bit familiar. Out of his beard comes a question to the man with the black hat (or was it a cat?):
- Have you maybe seen America flowing around somewhere? And then, whispering: You see, I’m going to discover it. As if it was something to be ashamed of (Well, maybe it is.)
- Unfortunately not, he answers, but I saw one of these Spanish-looking guys with vacuum eyes in Brooklyn some nights ago. Ah, there he is, he continues pointing towards an old tramp who’s standing in a corner trying to sell some kind of blue pipe to Bob Dylan:
- Trust some of this, it’ll certainly show you where you’re at, the tramp says with a grin on his face. But Dylan replies (while he’s watching his watch):
- What?! Not to be rude, but it’s only 10 a.m. and I really don’t think time would interfere in a place like this.
Columbus now decides that it’s time for breakfast and takes up one of his famous eggs. But when he is just about to eat it, it slips out of his hands and disappears in the sand.
- I’m actually not a magician; the man in the black hat tries to explain for Columbus.
- No, you’re definitely not! Shouts the white rabbit who just jumped out of his hat.
An Indian who pretends that he just passed by (even though his peculiar clothes reveals that he’s on holiday) asks very polite:
- Have anybody seen Christopher Columbus flowing around somewhere? But Columbus has fell asleep together with Tutanchamon. Just to make some confusion and make it all seem like some kind of weird dream he repeats the same sentence backwards.
- What is all this supposed to mean? The phoney philosopher screams from his place behind a rock. Then he continues to imitate the sphinx’s smile (which he has been doing for at least the last two hundred years.)
The chicken, who’s taking her daily walk, has once again started the good old discussion with the egg about whom of them came first.
- I am the beginning and the end of the universe, as we knew it, the egg proudly proclaims.
- Maybe so, but without me it wouldn’t have been any you, how’s about that?! Says the chicken, always keen to get the last word.
Meanwhile an Indian guru is trying to convince the hare that if you play all Beatles songs at the same time the meaning of life will suddenly appear.
-Yeah, yeah, the hare sighs, if it just wasn’t for Ringos ears.
The blue pipe has now been handed over to Oscar Wilde. He’s smoking on it with the true spirit of a gentleman and in confidence he says to Dylan:
- The only good reason to quit smoking is that one can start again. Then he asks him:
- How many roads must a man really walk down?
- I couldn’t care less, says Dylan. I just want to go home. And in the next moment he leaves the place riding on a chrome wheel horse together with his Siamese cat.
An Egyptian salesman who all the time has been hiding in the background is now trying to buy the man in the black hat’s tongue. When he’s done so, there’s no way for the man in the black hat to protest so the salesman also takes his ears and his eyes.
The Phoney philosopher laughs at their behaviour and has another toast with Mona Lisa.
Stranded without ears and eyes, but still with a pink tie on, the man in the black hat returns to the only place in our story that he haven’t already forgot. There he’s having a nice cup of tea with the storyteller besides the Berlin wall where some naïve poet has written:
“Life is worth living (at least once in a while)”
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Postat av: Valle
Innehåller antagligen en del grammatiska fel, men det bjuder jag på.
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