The Dark Matter of the Psychic Universe

By Cyberquill 12/19/20096 Comments

Someone once referred to fathers as the dark matter of our psychic universe. The dark matter of my mine passed away exactly ten years ago today. Death came suddenly. It was a Sunday. Und der Herrgott weiss immer warum.

* My Dad (1930-1999) *

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Helga und Franz Gugerell

Franz Gugerell a.k.a. Werner Grell

Friedhof Pressbaum

Die Welt is so schön, und die Welt ist so reich,
Doch ist halt das Leben für alle nicht gleich.
Es geht durcheinander, es ist kunterbunt
Und doch ist die bucklige Welt kugelrund.

Ein jeder Mensch hofft, und ein jeder Mensch strebt,
Doch viele sind da, die umsonst nur gelebt,
Was nützt alles Denken, es gibt nur den Schluss,
Es kommt schließlich alles, wie kommen es muss.

Wenn der Herrgott net will, nutzt es gar nix,
Schrei net rum, bleib schön stumm, sag es war nix.
So war’s immer, so bleibt es für ewige Zeit,
Einmal ob’n, einmal unt, einmal Freud’, einmal Leid.

Wenn der Herrgott net will, nutzt es gar nix,
Sei net bös, net nervös, denk es war nix.
Renn nur nicht gleich verzweifelt und kopflos herum,
Denn der Herrgott weiss immer warum.

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  • http://andreaskluth.org/ Andreas

    Was he an actor?

    • http://www.cyberquill.com/about_us.php Cyberquill

      A fantastic actor, yes. Also a teacher. And a big goofball.

  • http://www.cheriblocksabraw.com Cheri

    I wish I could read the German poem you included. Your father was born in 1930, the same year as my mother (who is still hanging in there). From the delightful gallery of photos you included for us to view, I see a man who lived his life to the fullest.

    His eyes tell the story. What a handsome person. What a character.

    This time of year, I miss my father every day. He passed in 1995 and I don’t think I have really gotten over it.

    Thanks for sharing.

    • http://www.cyberquill.com/about_us.php Cyberquill

      The poem is actually the lyrics of a Wienerlied, a Viennese folk song, a genre my dad loved. This particular one was played at his funeral. It’s about how there’s not point in getting upset about whatever life throws at us, because God always knows why He does what He does, even though we may not understand most of it. A Viennese gospel tune, of sorts, written in the fatalistic spirit so characteristic of that city. (Here’s a short clip of the chorus of the tune, sung--or let’s say “interpreted”--by Hans Moser, one of the greatest Viennese character actors of Austria’s golden movie era.)

      • http://www.cheriblocksabraw.com Cheri

        Hi Peter,

        What a great line…”in the fatalistic spirit so characteristic of that city..” We (my husband Ron and I) enjoyed the You Tube clip of Hans Moser. Thanks for that link.

        Perhaps you could blog about the topic above. I’d like to know how Vienna is fatalistic.

        • http://www.cyberquill.com/about_us.php Cyberquill

          Off the cuff, I couldn’t tell you how Vienna is fatalistic myself, even though I was born there. What I do know is that the city has that reputation, and it is certainly expressed in the quality of its music, i.e., slightly whiny yet accepting of one’s fate, a let’s-enjoy-it-while-it-lasts sort of attitude as if the situation was hopeless, but not serious (as opposed to serious but not hopeless).

          Vienna and New York City are the only two big cities I’m intimately familar with, and I don’t really see much of a difference as far as overall attitude. One runs into the same types of people and behavior patterns over here as over there. Would be interesting to do a detailed comparative study of both cities from a psychological perspective. Will I be the one doing it? Um…

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