Prenatal Carnations

Previous to 44 years ago, in 1927 I was a light filament being replaced on a streetlamp in Prague. One of the first to burn crooked thus melting the globe in a deformed shape which pointed down like a misshapen half-schnitzel, and to Jungians visiting from the clinic in Switzerland, a clear manifestation of the Vajra. Some of the lower elite, bored with their estate, were offended, and nightmares ensued. The globe was hastily removed and one apprentice Strausslempwerker was dismissed by his overweight supervisor in a crass show of power to attract the young baker's daughter who watched as the workmen finished their repairs. She was reputedly adopted, her mother disappeared after a boating accident, taken for dead, but her body never found. She had the habit of spitting into the street, a sort of a mating call to the supervisor. There were many other events I witnessed, one thought comes to mind frequently. Rilke made trip to an obscure publisher across the avenue. It was overheard by a bakery customer that he'd visited the city in search of a specific volume on alchemy. He stood outside across the street underneath the lamp, and stared at the shop for some time before entering. A few weeks later, the building caught afire mysteriously. It was rumored a woman from a Gypsy circus who reputedly could spontaneously ignite her arms and legs would also stop and stare each year until Rilke's death.