Musik für Daniil Charms II
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MUSIC FOR DANIIL CHARMS II for soprano, viola and microtonal keyboard, composed 1995
Text collage by M Stahnke (after Daniel Charms)
today I couldn’t tell you anything
no sooner do I open my mouth than I shut it again
then I wink very very rapidly
lord, feed me with your body that the thirst for your movement may awaken in me
scatter golden yellow sand before my feet that I may find the purest way to your house
all my strength is gathered yet I know it will soon fade terribly
prepare yourself to hear the catalogue of the animals
I am a singer [tschirsch.]and this is the anteater. when he spies an enemy, he retreats and runs away. where does he run to? he looks as if he is running into a shop. but no, he runs past the shop and heads for the forest. in the forest he knows many secret hiding places. there he saves his life.
I simply don’t know what to say
along came the fox
this is how I count on my fingers
- I think I have a sore throat -
stool, little table, little barrel, bucket, little tree, little cup, knife, little thumb, ball, smithy, little tree, door of trap, handle of blade
tiny balls fly through the sky, they fly and they fly - they glitter and rustle -and the people rustle too
the conclusion is nearer to my subject
life must be enchantingly beautiful
out!
let us close our eyes people people
let us open our eyes warriors warriors
carry us safely across the water angels angels
thrust the enemy under the water devils devils
and we closed out eyes people people
and we opened our eyes warriors warriors
give us the strength to fly across the water birds birds
give us the courage to die beneath the water fishes fishes
god thou art greater than I, higher than snow and rain, finer than symbol and line
I know why the paths, when they tear themsleves free of the earth, play with the birds
now the teeth appear
grow, grass, you need no time
to you, I give the bottle of terror. you lust after everything, my cap, chestnut hair and ashes of my beard. I am a son of poverty. vultures ..
I lie on the floor only for for beauty’s sake. and it is, indeed, very beautiful.
papyrus blossom, your rest is beautiful
I, too, want rest, yet all is in vain
today I couldn’t tell you anything
[fir fir murr murr]
the little bird’s song: the little bird cries bitterly in his inkwell. [fir fir murr murr]. the little bird is the nightingale, and little boards fall from him into the sand. nightingale, thou little bird - if only more than anything you were my little girl
stop! not so fast, you there, don’t curl your lips so soon into a smile upon your shameless face, and don’t leap immediately out of my way. let’s have a look at you. perhaps you’re crooked and misshapen and your shoulders are too narrow? and perhaps you sleep in filth?
so begins the hunger
marina. to ask for a glove for marina. [fir fir murr murr]. dress for marina.
father savva, I have fallen.
in the clock something struck and the messengers came to me.
then I understood that the messengers had come to me but I couldn’t tell them apart from the water.
Soprano voice
Viola
Mike Rutledge va
Manfred Stahnke keys
Pages - 18
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