Kinder– und Haumärchenby Diane Thiel |
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. . .tiefere Bedeutung —Frederich Schiller . . .deeper meaning |
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Saint Nikolaus had a giant gunny sack to put the children in if they were bad. It was a hole so deep you'd never come back. A porch swing full of stories, where the smoke went up in hot, concentric, perfect rings and filled our heads with unbelievable things. A nursery heavy with a history where nothing was whatever it had seemed, where Aschenputtel's sisters cut their feet half off — so desperate they were to fit. And in the end, they also lost their eyes when steel–grey birds descended from the skies. Rotkäppchen's wolf was someone that she knew, who wooed her with a man's words in the woods. But she escaped. It always struck me most how Grandmother, whose world was swallowed whole, leapt fully formed out of the wolf alive. Her will came down the decades to survive in mine — my heart still desperately believes the stories where somebody re–conceives herself, emerges from the hidden belly, the warring home dug deep inside the city. We live today those stories we were told. Es war einmal im tiefen tiefen Wald. | ||||||||
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