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Escaping the Heat by Indulging in some “Summer Freshness”

“I am longing to get out, like never before.”
(Ich sehne mich hinaus wie noch nie.)
– Austrian Painted Gustav Klimt, August 1, 1901 in a postcard from Vienna sent to his lady, Emilie Floge at Attersee (the lake in the countryside)


Austrian writers and artists have a long tradition of escaping the oppressive summer heat of Vienna (or maybe they are slipping away from the tourists?)  to spend some cool and artistically productive weeks in the Austrian countryside and the Alps.  They even had a special word for this – not vacation, not holidays, but rather “Sommerfrische” – Summer Freshness.

Sommerfrische referred not only to annual retreat time but also to the destination. When noticing the absence of their beloved coffeehouse poet, patrons of Cafe Central may have asked, “Where praytell is Peter Altenberg these days?” Whereupon the Oberkellner Franz would have no doubt responded, “My madam, Herr Altenberg is currently on Sommerfrische until the end of August.”

The idea of retreating to the countryside during the summer probably dates back to the time of the aristocrats (evidenced in the stories of Jane Austen or Dostoyevsky) in which the landowners had to tend to their fields in summer and returned to the cities for their dose of society and culture in the winter months (where also, no doubt, heating a city flat was much more manageable than maintaining a whole countryside villa or palace throughout the winter). This is why you will still find summer palaces (Schönbrunn which was at one time quite a bit of travel per horse and carriage from the city) as counterparts to the winter palaces (Hofburg).

Countryside around Weyer, Upper Austria

Countryside around Weyer, Upper Austria

As transportation improved, and with the advent of train travel, a greater part of society began taking off for Sommerfrische revitalization. Evidence of some of the most popular destinations remains today in the form of opulent Jugendstil train stations more befitting royalty than the local countryside folk. Those who could not afford a countryside home stayed in Pensionen and hotels. In some of these popular villages you can still find “Kursalons” where turn of the century Viennese would gather to waltz their summer nights away (because a Viennese cannot not waltz, even on vacation).

In addition to dancing, the Sommerfrischler liked to hike, swim, boat, sing, play music, take walks, play chess and one can only imagine stir up trouble for the locals.

Another beloved past time of the Sommerfrische, was the so-called Liebeleien or Gespüssis. Fresh air? Fresh faces? Or the distance that often separated a husband and wife for several weeks at a time (with wife and children tucked away in the countryside while the man often had “important business matters” to attend to in the city)? The fragrant wild lilac bushes, the potent self-brewed Schnaps and thousand-star night skies? These were a particularly “hot” (no pun intended) topic for the writers and many works written during the turn of the century expound on some of these passionately tragic liaisons.

Of course, some say that perhaps so many went on Sommerfrische, not for salacious entertainment, but rather as an act of succumbing to social pressure — who wants to be accused of being too cheap or poor to send the family away for some Alpine recuperation? Favored Austrian Sommerfrische destinations that are still wonderfully suitable today for a cool summer visit with some beautiful traditional Austrian guesthouses:

Gosausee

Gosausee

Semmering
Rax
Payerbach
Salzkammergut: Wolfgangsee, Mondsee,
Joglland
Wienerwald
Kamptal
Weyer: Austrian poet, Peter Altenberg
And the favored swim destinations — Bad is a false cognate meaning “Bath”, NOT bad as in the opposite of good.
Bad Gastein
Bad Fusch
Altaussee
Bad Aussee
Bad Vöslau: Austrian writer, Arthur Schnitzler
Bad Ischl: the Emperor Franz Josef, Johann von Nestroy, Karl Kraus, who noted how many villas were being built for Viennese summer enjoyment, and commented that the mountains started to look more like decorations that had been put up around the Viennese Ringstrasse. Print This Post

More interesting reading on Sommerfrische:
Presse Article on Sommerfrische

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Celebrating Life in the “Garden of Earthly Delights” at Vienna’s 2014 Lifeball

A couple of years ago I had to catch a 6 am train to Budapest. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I boarded the subway expecting nothing but a quick ride to the train station. But when I boarded the U-4, I noticed that the only other person in my wagon at such an ungodly hour on a Sunday morning, was a handsome young man sitting in the next set of seats sharing his bench with a rather large plastic pink flamingo. Austrians might like garden gnomes but I have never witnessed them escorting them on outings via the U4. And a flamingo? This is Vienna, not Miami. Pigeons and magpies but no flamingos.

Vienna Lifeball 2014 Entrance Bracelet

Vienna Lifeball 2014 Entrance Bracelet

Baroque Couple

Baroque Couple with stunning body paint, gorgeous costumes and bashful smiles

By the time we had reached Schwedenplatz, I started to worry about them. Was this city worldly enough to tolerate a a lonely guy, with only a plastic flamingo as a companion?

At Stadtpark, a group of two girls and a guy, also in their early twenties, boarded our train. I determined then and there that if need be, I would exhibit the civil courage necessary to defend my fellow passenger and his fine feathered friend. Thus, we’d be three against three. First a smirk, then a shameless smile, and before we’d even reached Karlsplatz, the three of them were barreled over in laughter. At 5:15 am on a Sunday morning mind you. The young man played it cool and politely feigned obliviousness. But then one of them had the audacity to address the elephant in the U-4.

Me and my friend at the Lifeball 2014

Me and my friend at the Lifeball 2014

“What’s up with the flamingo?”

And this past Saturday evening, as I made my way, slightly self-conscious, to the Vienna Rathaus donning a sparkly grassy green ballgown, flowered heels and tights, white-feathered, garden party hat and discreet fairy wings, I feared there may be a person or two who, at the worst, would question my state of my mental health, at best, my fashion sense. But as I reached the barriers, a group of  about 20 guys standing beside the security guards cheered and high-fived me with a, “Hey!!! Way to Go!!! Lifeball! Yeah!”

Some charmingly mischievous Lifeball Guests

Some charmingly mischievous Lifeball guests who I thought may have walked in from Alice in Wonderland

Fascinating Creatures at Vienna's Lifeball

Fascinating Creatures at Vienna’s Lifeball – they looked intimidating but smiled (only one time) when I asked for a photo with them

Because nowadays, everyone in the city knows the annual event of the Vienna Lifeball and everyone welcomes its. Once a year, Bill Clinton flies into town to get together with the founding father and “face of the Lifeball”, Gery Keszler. Together they work to increase AIDs awareness while raising money to battle HIV and AIDs. The red ribbon event is one of the biggest and most spectacular of its kind in the world. And IT WAS SPECTACULAR.

This year’s theme was, “Garden of Earthly Delights” and the costumes were extraordinary. The stairs and rooms of the Rathaus were over-flowing with peacocks, baroque couples, walking lawns, snakes, flower-pots with legs, Medusas, swans, farmers, gnomes, butterflies, bird cages…If you could find it in a garden, it was there too. Live music in the courtyard, (remember Erasure?), discos in countless rooms, pole dancing, massage parlors, and a “Oops!-your-costume/hair-needs-a-quick-fix” room. Amazing. Fun. Prominent people, famous people, politicians, costume designers, singers, actors, actresses, and ordinary people like me. All getting together for a great cause and a wonderfully unforgettable time.

Me and Peacock Man

Me and Peacock Man in his wonderfully gorgeous golden and blue costume.

Garden Gnome from the other side of the fence

Black Leather Garden Gnome from the other side of the fence –  Hitler had forbidden gnomes

Which brings me back to that flamingo. The athletic young man with the bird? A dancer who had delicately balanced his flamingo atop his head while opening the Lifeball that year.

Now it sat tamely by his side. But his night of partying was not yet over. The group invited him and his feathered companion to a bar at next stop. They disembarked together, talking, laughing and enjoying themselves and I smiled. No longer about the flamingo, but about living in a place tolerant and worldly enough where  flamingos, Lifeballs and Conchita Wursts can not only be possible but celebrated.

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Vienna's Lifeball welcomes prominent guests from around the world

Former US Pres Bill Clinton and US Ambassador to Austria, Alexa Wesner, were amongst the VIP guests who attended to 2014 Lifeball at Vienna’s Rathaus

Lifeball 2014 with Conchita Wurst

Lifeball 2014 with Conchita Wurst

Can you find Conchita Wurst in this photo at Vienna's 2014 Lifeball?

Can you find Conchita Wurst in this photo at Vienna’s 2014 Lifeball?

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Because Everyone Deserves a Rose Garden – Vienna’s Volksgarten Roses

I see you in the garden
Your scent does fill the air
Just like a precious flower
A rose, so ever fair.
(Marilyn Ferguson, verse from Gone, But Not Forgotten )

There is an allure in the exquisite vulnerability of a rose that has drawn lovers and poets to her for centuries.

Her honeyed yet musky fragrance, sensuous and complex, stops you cold. You approach her delicate petals and reach out in eager anticipation to draw her to your face. And just as your fingers close in on her trembling stem you hesitate. Will her piercing thorns draw blood? An obstacle on the path to perfection.

But oh how sweetly she beckons!

Sub rosa, “under the rose” – demands a secrecy and silence befitting her, the union of opposites.

Yellow Roses in Vienna's Volksgarten

Yellow Roses in Vienna’s Volksgarten.

Her aphrodisiac scent lifts your spirits. Yet wont in her ways, as you inhale, you reminisce all the while longing for the her still to come. Never one and the same. Subtle yet bold. She heeds no demands.

And you? You indulge her changing moods.

Constant only in her transiency.

You leave her. And return. And she is gone.

So be sure to catch her while you can – patiently waiting — 4000 bushes and 800 long stemmed roses. All blooming NOW in Vienna’s Volksgarten.

Roses in Volksgarten - Vienna, Austria

Roses in Volksgarten – Vienna, Austria

And what better way to say, “I love you” than by sponsoring one of these lovelies? Five years will make your wallet 350 €  poorer  (but you can justify this a bit by telling yourself, that’s merely 70 € a year) you’ll be poor with a rich heart! (But wait! There’s more!) Sponsor one of these beauties and you can also give reign to the Erich Fried in you bursting to get out by scripting a poem for your dedication plaque. Don’t miss these romantic declarations while you are chilling on a chair in the park, soaking up the sun and engaging in pure sensory euphoria.

Love Letter on Roses in Vienna's Volksgarten

“What good does it do me, that I save some things from my journeys for you, some wonderful, that I received, and that slipped away– I do not want to save roses for you, I want them young, in your young hair, and when I again travel to the spring, I want you there….”

Rose Sponsorship

If not for love, then maybe a certificate? Rose sponsors receive a sponsorship certificate from the Austrian Federal Gardens which, if you are so inclined, you can display behind your desk next to your elementary school spelling bee runner up award and your junior high school science fair honorable mention metal. Contrary to the US, Austria is a country where trophies are a rare commodity — you only get one if you actually deserve it. This might entail feats such as racing down an icy slope at neck-breaking speed or proving to the world via song, high heels and beard, that njet! You are not a display of  “blatant propaganda of homosexuality and spiritual decay.” 

They get awards here.  And you can too if you would just sponsor a rose, already.

Convinced? If so, contact the Garten Meister Lady (didn’t want to translate that title and take the Meister out of her titleship – who I am to demote a “Meister”?):
Gärtnermeisterin Michaela Rathbauer, Volksgarten
cell phone number: + 43 664 819 83 27,  or per email: volksgarten@bundesgaerten.at

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Meaning of a rose’s color
red: passion, energy
white: purity, innocence, protest
yellow: compassion, humanity
pink: friendship, thankfulness
orange: enthusiasm, optimism
black (non-existent in nature) – death, depression and loss.
Love Letter on Roses in Vienna's Volksgarten

“Dearest Woman of my Dreams, Thank you for the magical steps through this garden and for your music, which you can really make me feel. You give me a special life. I wish for you to be happy and need nothing more for myself but your smile. All my love, your Charles”

 

"It is what it is" poem from Erich Fried dedicated to a loved one on a rose bush in Vienna's Volksgarten

“It is what it is” poem from Erich Fried dedicated to a loved one on a rose bush in Vienna’s Volksgarten

Love Letter on Roses in Vienna's Volksgarten

“My Lioness, who has a heart like a mountain mine, and is always true. For my Silvia, my doll.”

 

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Freud and Freudian Slips

“The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and fall back into the great subterranean pool of the subconscious from which it rises.”
(Sigmund Freud)

How will you ever live this down? You honestly meant to say one thing and blurted out something embarrassingly different. Something you would have never said in your wildest dreams. And deep down you have to admit that your little faux pas was exactly what you were really thinking. But to publicly say such a thing? And you only had one sip of the Vetliner. Truly!

Words have a magical power. They can bring either the greatest happiness or deepest despair; they can transfer knowledge from teacher to student; words enable the orator to sway his audience and dictate its decisions. Words are capable of arousing the strongest emotions and prompting all men’s actions.” (Sigmund Freud)

Freud's Couch

Freud’s Couch

Silence spreads through the room faster than a super virus. All faces land on you. Their eyes flash expectancy mixed with Schadenfreude and a slight tinge of pity. After all, they were all thinking the exact same thing that you oh so audaciously blurted out! Unglaublich! Who will utter the witty remark to save you? The large gentleman in the cheap suit with the red nose and striped button down shirt two sizes too small?

“What in the world ever possessed me to say such a thing, Herr Dr. Freud?” You ask curled up in the Berggasse 19 in Vienna’s 9th district on his cozy divan looking out onto the shady quiet courtyard.

First you had run to his favorite hang out, Café Landtmann , but the Oberkellner Johann informed you that the Herr Dr. doesn’t usually arrive until later. So you dodged the trams around the Ring, by-passed the university, onward past the Votiv Cathedral, and then turned down the Berggasse where a carriage almost ended your misery until finally, out of breath with reddened cheeks and an anxious disposition, reached his house and office. You rang the bell, rushed up the beautifully tiled Jugendstil stairs and then pressed the buzzer of the first floor apartment.

“Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” (S. Freud)

“What’s wrong with me, Herr Doktor?” you ask.

Nichts, mein Kind,” he explains. “You are perfectly normal.”

Freud Postcard and Musings

Freud Postcard in which he writes his regret that he hadn’t invented something useful like toilet paper and that it was too late to change careers

He reveals the secrets of the little devil residing in your subconscious. That rascal finally managed to get the upper hand at the most inopportune moment and blurt out what you were really thinking but knew, deep down inside, you could never, would never, say, wish, or openly believe. Oh but that little devil of yours couldn’t resist a little fun. Splash some life into another yawn-invoking Viennese Jour fixe soiree. ‘Not another evening of society socializing and trying to out intellectualize one another!’ That little devil inside of you thought and he really made you pay.

Austrian medical doctor, Sigmund Freud, knows what he’s telling you.

Sigmund Freud's reading glasses and fountain pen.

Sigmund Freud’s reading glasses and fountain pen.

He wondered about the exact same kind of things over a hundred years ago and in 1901 published a book about it entitled The Psychopathology of Everyday Life. And his theories on the subconscious and repression have since become so widely acclaimed that Freud is now known as the Father of Psychoanalysis (the ultimate “lay on the couch and tell me what you’re thinking” guy) and what you did at that party is now called a Freudian slip.

“Everywhere I go, I find that a poet has been there before me.” (S. Freud)

A Freudian Slip when your subconscious (the thinking going on that you are not aware of but is still taking place under the surface) takes the steering wheel of your actions (speaking, writing) and shows the world in big bold letters what you are really thinking but don’t want to admit –publicly and to yourself. Those slips occur when you are repressing often times unacceptable thoughts, beliefs or wishes, keeping them at bay from conscious awareness. But no worries, you are not alone. Some studies show that slips occur twice every 1000 words and in conversations, people slip up between 7 and 22 times each day.

“Properly speaking, the unconscious is the real psychic; its inner nature is just as unknown to us as the reality of the external world, and it is just as imperfectly reported to us through the data of consciousness as is the external world through the indications of our sensory organs.”
(
Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams)

Freud Waiting Room

Freud Waiting Room

Famous Freudian Slips:

In 2012, David Cameron meant to tell the House of Commons they were raising more money for the poor when he responded to a question about tax cuts for the wealthy. Instead he said, “We are raising more money for the rich.”

Former US President George Bush, when talking about growing up in Midland, Texas, said: “It was just inebriating what Midland was all about then.” Yep. That’s how it seems if the bottles stack up.

Prince William, in a speech referring to the US news channel CBS meant to call the channel “the Duke of Cambridge” but instead referred to it as, “the douche of Cambridge.”

Freud Photos - cigar and family

Freud Photos – cigar and family

Mayor Richard Delany of Chicago during civil unrest in the US in the 1960s stated, “The police are not here to create disorder, they’re here to preserve disorder.”

Former US Vice-President (1969 -1973) , Spiro Theodore Agnes resigned from office as a result of tax evasion accusations. During his resignation he said, “I apologize for lying to you. I promise I won’t deceive you except in matters of this sort.”

Where id was, there ego shall be.” (S. Freud) Print This Post

This has to be one of the best all time Freudian slips, Thank you George Bush. Have a look at the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiPzM98h7NA

One of Freud's books - "Beyond the Please Principle" published in 1920.

Maybe George Bush had just read one of Freud’s books – “Beyond the Please Principle” published in 1920.

FREUD MUSEUM
Berggasse 19, 1090 Vienna
(a short walk from Shottenring or Schottentor (U2) subway stations)

Freud Museum Vienna

More interesting reading on Freudian Slips

http://psychology.about.com/od/sigmundfreud/p/sigmund_freud.htm

http://psychology.about.com/od/sigmundfreud/f/freudian-slip.htm

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/world-news/best-freudian-slips-linguistic-gaffes-3206919

http://psych-your-mind.blogspot.co.at/2011/12/modern-day-freudian-slips.html

http://collections.wordsworth.org.uk/GtoG/home.asp?page=MSA3FreudianSlipsGame

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/24/books/review/an-anatomy-of-addiction-by-howard-markel-book-review.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

“Time spent with cats is never wasted.” (S. Freud)

Entrance to the Freud Museum in Berggasse 19, 1090 Vienna, Austria.

Entrance to the Freud Museum in Berggasse 19, 1090 Vienna, Austria.

Apartment and office of Dr. Sigmund Freud. Berggasse 19, Vienna's 9th District. Austria. "Professor Sigmund Freud lived in this house from 1891 - 1938. The creator and found of psychoanalysis."

Apartment and office of Dr. Sigmund Freud. Berggasse 19, Vienna’s 9th District. Austria. “Professor Sigmund Freud lived in this house from 1891 – 1938. The creator and founder of psychoanalysis.”

Entrance to Courtyard of Berggasse 19, Sigmund Freud's residence in Vienna.

Entrance to Courtyard of Berggasse 19, Sigmund Freud’s residence in Vienna.

 

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