Part 15: The Lady in the Lake
ACTION! MUSIC! Roll Soundtrack: Debussey!.....now fade music.....
Like well fed, yet nubile...flamingoes, the people bask in the late Summer sun around the small forest lined lake; a large pond, if you will.
Small chatter, mother nature (birds & bugs) audiable; the distant drone of vehicular commerce. A dragonfly alights on this page!
I'm the only "clothe-ie" in a gathering of Nudes that suggest (a painting by)Suerat, yet painted in an ancient time.
(A camp fire would give t a Barbarian edge!)
...I'd take off my clothes but, within an hour, I'd turn into a Lobster under the sun's rays....and after 20 or so minutes, the reclining-on-grass, naked assembly accept my presence with barely a chink of a glass of Pinot Grigio. PLUS! I don't leer, letch or ogle and clearly "get" the Peoples' opportunity to go "au naturelle".
My main worry is keeping the Bitburger Pilsner OUT of the sun, a 12 pack, no less - though we only plan to be here for an hour! - and NOT starting a forest fire with my oxygenated Drum tabacco "rollie" cigarettes!
No major bug problems, though; "Gott fur danke!"
But! To the point:
Naked, she lies, unpostured in all her reckless, half asleep, abandon. She will turn this way, then that...in all her natural splendour.
The pre-Autumnal sun gently carresses her tanned, lithe limbs, be-speckled by the lakeside's leafy canopy...until....warmed to perfection;
(Ouch! I almost started a forest fire!!!)
...warmed to perfection, she awakes, stretches her physique, towel wraps her ample buns and saunters, teasingly, down to the sedge lined lake-pond, dis-robes, then seduces the calm waters into enveloping her body with its cooling charm.
In stark contrast to Herr Graff, Count Alex von Ludwigshafen...who almost Goose-steps to the water's edge, marches up on to a small wooden jetty promonitory, then (a'la'Tarzan yodel) DIVES, causing a huge splash with his ample "excalibur" before even his torso hits the "aqua", sending dryads, gnats, frogs (I guess) and fish dispersing for their very mortality!
...but not even THIS dsturbs the "Lady in the Lake" who does not effect a stroke when she casually swims, but seemingly embraces the lake's "surface tension", though she cuts an awesome avenue through the declining sedge of water lillies, resplendent in their Sunday Best.
Meantime, word is out that there's an Englishman present and the Bugs are mustering in all their tenacious, tuxedoed glory.
And perhaps it's the Sea Level oxygenated-balmed air, but my scalp begins to itch like Mary (any Mary)!!!
All ths is lost on "Herr Graff", the Count, of course, who, invigorated by the lake water's chill, stand up in the shallows, all godly nature on view, and begins to sing an old German drinking song that reminds me of that Nino Rota composition from Fellini's Casanova, where the Prussian's start stamping their Jack boots!
"DOG-FISH!
DOG-FISH!
CAN I GET A TAXI!?
KISS-ME!
DOG=FISH!
An I will always
LOVE YOU!!!
(Intro choir)
...Hope the BEER
Dosent run out.......!!!!
DOG-FISH!
DOG-FISH!"
....ad infinitum
.....But for "the Lady in the Lake"...under the Goethe sun's dying embers, she glides, aquatic, in Peace.
She flees, or departs, eventually, but in my mind's eye, and to the end of my days, I see her, and will, still, spiraling in her ecstacy, into ever decreasing circles, until the tunnel vision of a fading imagination, ends.
c 2010. Bad Homburg/ dave delacroix/our man in europe
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