Selfmade Music Poetry Videos

  1. This is a music poetry project, trying to find out new ways of reciting poems at the borderline of singing and speaking. It has been recorded in one big 70 minutes take, by purpose completely improvised and spontaneously at first sight. The idea behind is an interactive process between voice and guitar (Thanks to Micha) in order to get the highest grade of actual art-processing behaviour. The words are my English version of my original Sonnet Corona in German language ("Ein Sonettenkranz", see http://www.ralfpeter-counter.de/sonette.htm).
    I made the videos in a most simple style to support the poetry. I divided the whole cycle in 15 parts, according to the 15 sonnets of the corona.
    This sonnet corona, or crown of sonnets, consists of 14 sonnets in the Italian Petrarca style, all verses in iambic pentametres and with strict rhymes. The last line of the first sonnet is the first line of the second, and so on, the last line of the 14th sonnet becomes the first line of the very first. All these first lines put together in the right order form the 15th sonnet, or so called corona.
    Here are the words:

    I
    I get into the darkness after all.
    The door had fallen shut. There's not a sound
    under my steps. The air is cold, around
    a bird is singing in the fog. The small

    gash on my leg, when walking, hurts. Nearby
    a child stood in the street lamp's glow. His sleigh
    is tied. Two disputants, crossing my way,
    refuse to be talked to at all and cry

    again. It had been torn, the phrase I planned.
    I turn. The wind came up. The sidewalks are
    snowed under. Long, long way, it's getting far.

    This night a dog will die by frost. A shell
    for a good bite of ham, my clenching hand.
    Within some hours it will begin to smell.

    (R.P.)

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  2. Recitation, Lyrics and Video: Ral - Guitar: Micha
    For detailed description, please see "A Sonnet Corona - Sonnet 1"

    II

    Within some hours it will begin to smell.
    The window isn't dense. The blossoms fall
    in the backyard. The moon arose, on tall
    antennas sparkles. In the rhythm yell

    the masts. Take breath! Hush hush, be quiet! Spurted,
    the air dries up. A plane without a sound
    is sticking on the highest sky. The ground
    is trembling fine. The last train's gone, deserted

    the tracks are lying bare. A rat on them,
    it's freezing, running on. No cat is wide
    and far. The bird's nest still is clinging well,

    no finches anymore around the stem.
    A light's turned on. She coughed aloud. They cried.
    Awoken children on the door knobs dwell.

    (R.P.)

    # vimeo.com/12850154 Uploaded 29 Plays 0 Comments
  3. Recitation, Lyrics and Video: Ral - Guitar: Micha
    For more detailed information, please see "A Sonnet Corona - Sonnet 1 (15)"

    III

    Awoken children on the door knobs dwell.
    They do not breathe. Their skin was covered all
    by rose's petals. Pallid rainbows fall
    and block the sight. It drips. The puddles smell

    like moldy wine. The door is open. Rails
    to every port are woven in the field.
    They're ending here. The wind came up. The peeled
    roof raised, the Oakwood creaks. A tomtit bails,

    flies quickly to the fence. It's enticed by
    the sun. The window's crosses persevere
    as shadows on the floor. Right on the wall

    something was scratched in stone, there in the high
    and whitewashed hall. "A Child's Escaping Here".
    The larger letters are by far too small.

    (R.P.)

    # vimeo.com/12851062 Uploaded 21 Plays 0 Comments
  4. Recitation, Lyrics and Video: Ral - Guitar: Micha
    For more detailed information, please see "A Sonnet Corona - Sonnet 1 (15)"

    IV

    The larger letters are by far too small,
    my frozen fingers just too numb. The lake
    was open in the centre, not to break,
    my knee, into the snow. My leg in all

    has stopped to hurt. Some leaves are floating on
    the edge. The moon was pale as death, and clear
    his outline on the water. Something here
    is sparkling in the moon man's hair, foregone

    his voices loud. The trees, they call. Obscure
    the beasts, eavesdropping us. A crackling in
    the ice. The words are crushed. I'm not secure,

    I lose my breath. Above the moon the late
    wild geese are crying in their circle spin.
    Into this mirror I don't penetrate.

    (R.P.)

    # vimeo.com/12851155 Uploaded 39 Plays 0 Comments
  5. Recitation, Lyrics and Video: Ral - Guitar: Micha
    For more detailed information, please see "A Sonnet Corona - Sonnet 1 (15)"

    V

    Into this mirror I don't penetrate.
    I see my eyes and they don't send me back
    my gazes. In these gazes there's a lack,
    can't recognize myself, they're not my state.

    How can it be, a rose is not a rose?
    She scratches fingers bloody, picking her.
    While decorating us, how dumb we were,
    and from our lips a spoiled wine flows and flows.

    I tried so hard to grab at you. My hands
    are petals of a rose over your skin.
    My thorn is floating hidden, we begin

    to sound from open mouths and our demands
    drift back from every wall, when we sink down.
    In not a single moment I can drown.

    (R.P.)

    # vimeo.com/12851287 Uploaded 25 Plays 0 Comments

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