A Certain Special Someone's Centenary?

Silly goose that I am, I'm once again drawn onto the waters of Google by HF and I've come back from the well with empty hands except for now seeing that there seems to be a red heart and a red ovum/ball above, and for a poem in "traditional German" which even I can make out, and which could make for a good egg of a Valentine's Day ( not so good for Easter) card for that. special. someone:

 

 

-loosely translated and sometimes found on bathroom walls:

 

Roses are red

Eggs are white

Nietzsche's dead;

That piece of shite

 

-God

Rilke, Patron of The Aves (Struthionidae)

 

Dagnabbit!  I thought for an instant that Hugh was throwing a bone to the idiot* who translated the poem for the Valentine's Day card by tossing out "Klossowski", but noooooooooo; he was referencing the brother of the man who might have penned Balthus, Spake Zarathustra.  He did, however, prompt thoughts of other Butley-related cats, who are forever linked to "Have a drink; have a drive; go out and see what you can find...", a hint for the taking by would-be heart-breakers and life-takers which must make M.A.D.D. mad.

 

*Why me?  Why not me; time to stick my head in the sand; if not destroyed, then at least weaker.

Leaving behind the Sunny Days of that special Summertime when the weather is fine, we return, like a starving artist to his garret, to:

 

Claire's Knee  

 

 

 Baffling Mirror With Black Velvet Backdrop