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