i have always loved odors, be it sweat,
morning breath, even excrement
the dirt of a long train journey and a bed
my odor was cursed. i was
a whiff of schnapps in a lovely house.
bathing three times a day was not unheard of.
by month’s end i was avoided like a cadaver
I have regretted much, mostly my odor.
mostly that my smell has failed to please.
it inspired hatred, vengeance, damnation as well.
-ingeborg bachmann (who died of a fire in her apartment in rome)