Of course, these water lilies, at any time
a citeable atmosphere; that is not the way
I was brought up, but later we
were even able to talk about them, think of strawberry fields,
later much more was possible.
Suddenly even a group of rushes has meaning,
a clump by the lake shore we did not want
(for all their meaning) to talk about. No picture
can stay neutral; a picture is what
every spy passes on, our silence is no help at all.
Add to that a coincidence. Walking past
a telephone box in which someone keeps pushing
in coins for as long as coins are there. Who
did you, outside, want to speak to; or were you
waiting, counting, fantasising?
Once again, lake shore below, and from time to time
we could see wind, movement in the rushes
and felt nothing, a few metres away
and plainly visible to everyone. To whom, everyone was of course
not there; so who is painting water lilies today?
Before, caught up in any one
of the systems, we would not have been alive any more;
to grasp that take the Wannsee for example. But
it is not that easy either, simply
in the style of history, done afterwards.