Ezzes by Estis: Schmonzes incognito

Where were we just now? That’s right: while having a laugh. Although there’s nothing wrong with Schmonzes, otherwise it wouldn’t be Schmonzes. But if something wasn’t funny, then it wouldn’t be funny at all, because everything is funny. At least, as I said, everything is permeated by Schmonzes, especially the mind, and even more especially the mind that does not believe that it is permeated by Schmonzes. Because Schmonzes is particularly strong where it appears unrecognized.

The Schmonzes likes to be out and about incognito, noble and noble, in noble outfits and noble clothes, in noble company and noble company, which is actually the same thing, but the Schmonzes doesn’t have to worry about that, just because he is the Schmonzes. The Schmonzes don’t have to worry about anything, but all people care about the Schmonzes, whether they want to or not, whether about this one or that one, some more, others not much less.

Schmonzes likes to travel incognito, but he also likes to stay incognito where he is, sitting unrecognized in our temples and parliaments, in our publishing houses and our radio stations, in our universities and schools, in our living rooms and our upper rooms. That’s why some people believe that these are perhaps not our schools and universities, not our publishing houses, broadcasters and parliaments, but the universities and parliaments of the Schmonze. But they are still our universities and our publishing houses, our radio stations and our parliaments, our schools and our temples, and only those who don’t understand that the Schmonzes also live in their upper rooms don’t want to admit it.

Many people don’t understand this because Schmonzes only reveals himself openly to those who value him, who honor him, for example the comedians and the idiots, the satirists and sarcastics, the parodists and the Talmudists.

You’ll have to find out for yourself which group young Schmendrik belongs to, because that’s clear anyway. For example, it is clear that he does not belong to the Talmudists, nor to the parodists, and even less to the satirists, of course not to the comedians and certainly not to the sarcastics. In any case, the Schmendrik runs around all day, from here to there and from there to here, from here to there, from left to right and from top to bottom, from inside to outside and again from outside to inside – and produces Schmonzes everywhere, wherever he can, and as much schmontz as he can and as only he can. And he can produce more Schmonzes than Aunt Rahel chicken broth, Uncle Eisek fleas or Grandma Riwa Zores. And that has to mean something, yes, it not only has to, but it also means something, namely a lot of Schmonzes, so much that it is no longer just Schmonzes, but Schmonzes-Bajonzes or Schmonzes-Maronzes or in the end even both three .

It’s a whole Schmonzes economy – and with Schmonzes you can of course do your best business. Because Schmonzes exist with us and with you, with rich and poor, with children and children, with house and dog, with flea and ear, with snow and with storm, day and night, because Schmonzes is nothing other than a cheap thing day and a day and night. What does that mean? Of course that just means nonsense. And what does Schmonzes mean? Well, schmonzes doesn’t mean anything because schmonzes is when you stop thinking but don’t stop talking. Schmonzes is when the song ends but the singing continues. Schmonzes is when the poem ends but the rhyme continues.

In short: Schmonzes is when the beginning comes after the end. Because there is no end to the schmonzes. And although there is no end to the schmonzes, in the end everything is schmonzes. But even if he knew an end: When the schmonzes are over, then come the schmus, the schmarrn, the schmu and the nonsense.