Nothing Happens In Thirty Days
We read of this and that:
Small miracles that eat your fat,
Correct and beautify
An anything you were supplied with or without --
And want to change.
So tempting.
To preempt and skip some steps,
Exempt from being disregarded,
By a world around you:
World that means so much to you.
Thirty days of effort and voilá you’re through.
Tantalizing too, to
Learn an instrument,
Build a muscle,
Speak a language:
Goodness know what else
That leads to name and fame.
To being loved.
A brainless wooing;
Headlines wrong or undeserved -
Rumor more tumorous humor;
Twelve day offers to build up your nerve,
Swerving long from real life.
Peace in our minds,
Contentment in acceptance
Takes a lot more than a month of days.
Self-help is a long-term pact,
No guarantee of long-term fact.
There is no exercise that magnetizes,
Ducks or dodges change and death.
So save your breath --
and keep on going.
Das 30 Tage (30 Days) -- Friedensreich Regentag Dunkelbunt Hundertwasser
In 1949, when he was a 21-year-old student at the Akademie der bildenden Künste Wien (Academy of fine Arts Vienna), Friedrich Stowasser changed his name to Friedensreich Regentag Dunkelbunt Hundertwasser: The Slavic "sto" (hundred) was Germanized, and he modified his first name to mean either Peace-realm or Peace-rich (ie, peaceful); he added "Rainy Day" and "Darkly Multi-Colored" as middle names. He became a prominent painter, architect, and environmentalist who opposed standardization and the use of straight lines.
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