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This is my setting of my father’s poem, “Bērēs (“At the Funeral”). The performance took place in Dec. 2009, at the Cell in NYC, at the invitation of the Center for Contemporary Opera. Performed together with: Bill Schimmel, accordion; Machiko Ozawa and Marc Levine, violins; Leo Grinhauz, cello.
At the funeral
At the funeral we couldn’t be
bothered to treasure
mere trifles and farewells,
but only death’s pleasures.
We kicked over tables,
then drank great mugs of beer
and fell into the arms of
naked souls without fear.
Eat of me, drink of me,
you never will have all of me
I’ll ravish this night in song, in love,
and let it be forgotten…
Musicians no longer play on strings,
they play on windows, ledges, floorboards, bowls,
on dripping candles, shins and breasts,
play on naked souls.
eat of me,
drink of me…
At dawn our eyes were awakend threefold
by the blue, the green and the crimson sun
as if well rested in their graves,
bones put on some flesh to wear
souls shivered through the shoots of their hair.
(trans. by Laila Salins)