Saturday, November 25, 2017

Jack Scott writes

Soft Song

Draw me a sound, little one, 

from your well. 
Pour it in my ear, 
fill my mind 
that I may remember.

I had your sound, little one, 

I heard it, 
but your song was soft: 
it was the sound of silence. 
I have forgotten it.

 The Scream -- Sebastian Cosor

1 comment:

  1. After Edvard Munch painted the first versions of “Skrik” (The Scream) in 1892 he wrote a poem describing the apocalyptic vision behind it.

    One evening I was walking
    out on a hilly path
    near Kristiania—
    with two comrades. It
    was a time when life
    had ripped my
    soul open.
    The sun was going down—had
    dipped in flames
    below the horizon.
    It was like
    a flaming sword
    of blood slicing through
    the concave of heaven.
    The sky was like
    blood—sliced with
    strips of fire
    —the hills turned
    deep blue
    the fjord—cut in
    cold blue, yellow, and
    red colors—
    The exploding
    bloody red—on
    the path and hand railing
    —my friends turned
    glaring yellow white—
    —I felt
    a great scream
    —and I heard, yes, a great
    scream—
    the colors in
    nature—broke
    the lines of nature
    —the lines and colors
    vibrated with motion
    —these oscillations of life
    brought not only
    my eye into oscillations,
    it brought also my
    ear into oscillations—
    so I actually heard
    a scream—
    I painted
    the picture Scream then.

    In 1973 Pink Floyd recorded “The Great Gig in the Sky” for “Dark Side of the Moon.” Clare Torry was recruited to improvise over Richard Wright’s piano chord progression. Roger Waters recalled that “Clare came into the studio one day, and we said, ‘There’s no lyrics. It’s about dying – have a bit of a sing on that, girl…. And we all said, “Wow, that’s that done. Here’s youir sixty quid.”’”

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