Angels by the sea III

Angels by the sea III

Music: Dietrich Buxtehude
Klaglied. Muss der Tod denn auch entbinden,
was kein Fall entbinden kann? BuxWV 76/2
Ensemble Baroque de Limoges- Christophe Coin

Angels by the sea II

Angels by the sea II

Music: Schubert
Die schone Mullerin  Op. 25  D 795
-Die Liebe Farbe
Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau/Gerald Moore

Angels by the sea

Angels by the sea

Music: Schubert
Die schone Mullerin Op.25, D795
Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau/Gerald Moore


Der Muller und der Bach
(The Miller and the Stream)
The Miller:
When a true heart 
dies of love,
then lilies wither
in every border.


Into the clouds must
the full moon go
so that its tears
men do not see.

Then angels keep 
their eyes shut,
and sob and sing 
the soul to rest!


The Stream:
And when love
conquers pain
a new star
twinkles in the sky.


Then three roses spring
half red and half white,
and never wither
on the sprig of thorn.


And the Angels cut
off their wings
and go every morning
down to earth.


The Miller:
Ah stream, dear stream,
you mean it so well;
but do you know, stream,
what love does?


Ah down below, below
is cool rest!
Ah stream, dear stream,
sing on then.
Wilhelm Muller

Clotho

Melbourne studio 1999


Closing piece 


Death is great.
We are his completely
with laughing eyes.
When we feel ourselves immersed in life,
he dares to weep
immersed in us.
Rilke 

Morpheus

Melbourne 2000
  

Idol
God or goddess of the sleep of cats,
savouring deity that in the dark
mouth crushes ripe eye-berries,
grape-juice of seeing grown sweet,
everlasting light in the palate's crypt.
not a lullaby,- gong! gong!
What conjures other gods
let him go, this wily god,
to his power that collapses inwards.
Rilke

In the darkness VI

Bank Place studio
Melbourne 1996-1997


Rose, pure contradiction, delight
in being nobody's sleep under so many
eyelids.


Epitaph, included in Rilke's last will of October 1925

In the darkness V

Bank Place studio
Melbourne 1996-1997


Haiku
Little moths stagger quivering out of the box hedge;
they will die tonight and will never know
that spring had not yet come.
Rilke

In the darkness IV

Bank Place studio
Melbourne 1996-1997


This- is now my way: where is yours?
Thus I answered those who asked me 'the way'.
For the way- does not exist!
Nietzsche