Friday, 7 January 2011

Sylvia Plath en Charles Bukowski

Sylvia Plath schreef het gedicht 'November Graveyard' in 1956 en maakte enkele jaren voor haar dood er een opname van. Ik heb er muzikaal gefröbel aan toegevoegd en het 'Red Lost Ghosts' genoemd.

November Graveyard 
The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
Hoard last year's leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
To elegiac dryads, and dour grass
Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
However the grandiloquent mind may scorn
Such poverty. No dead men's cries

Flower forget-me-nots between the stones
Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot
To unpick the heart, pare bone
Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton
Bulks real, all saint's tongues fall quiet:
Flies watch no reserrections in the sun.

At the essential landscape stare, stare
Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
Whatever lost ghosts flare
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

Red Lost Ghosts (feat. Sylvia Plath)




Charles Bukowski's  'The Laughing Heart' verscheen posthuum in 1996. Tom Waits droeg het grofkorrelig voor in 2008. Ook hier heb ik een arrangement voor gemaakt en het 'Be on the watch' genoemd.

The Laughing Heart 

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Be on the watch (feat. Tom Waits)


Het is de bedoeling dat beide nummers nog de juiste beelden krijgen...

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