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"Semmering 1912"

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A linked collection of short sketches and essays offering impressionistic observations of mountain landscapes, hotels, urban parks, and domestic gardens. The pieces move between lyrical landscape description, witty character sketches, and concise reflections on taste, solitude, and modern manners, often keyed to seasonal shifts and particular settings. Forms range from brief aphoristic fragments to longer travel impressions, united by a conversational, fragmentary voice that privileges mood, sensory detail, and ironic wit over linear plot, inviting readers to linger in small moments and refined perceptions.

SCHLAFMITTEL

Paraldehyd,
Dir gilt mein Lied!
Der Tag ist lang,
mir ist so bang
vor’m nächsten!
Paraldehyd,
Dir gilt mein Lied!
Ich glaubte stets,
mein letztes Lied
sollt’ einem Frauennamen gelten — — —
versunken sind nun diese Welten!
Mit Medinal
hätt’ ich die Wahl — — —
indessen
Paraldehyd bringt tieferes Glück — — —
ein längeres Vergessen!