Two old men, father-in-law and son-in-law, Liszt and Wagner, A window in the palace blows open, they grimace in the sudden draught. Openings toward 1990. March 25: Worry about Lithuania. In the same dream a newborn girl Compared to his son-in-law, who is a man of his time, Liszt is a Abbé Liszt is used to carrying his own suitcase through sleet and sunshine Back to 1990. Dreamt I drove a hundred miles in vain. Dreamt that I had drawn piano keys The clavier which has been silent through all of Parsifal (but it has listened) Dreamt I was starting school but came late.Grief Gondola, #2
I
are staying on the Grande Canal
together with the restless woman who is married to King Midas
he who turns everything he touches into Wagner.
The green chill of the sea pushes up through the palace floors.
Wagner is a marked man, the well known Caspar profile is more tired than before
his face a white flag.
The gondola is heavily laden with their lives,
two round trips and one one-way.
II
Outside on the water, the garbage gondola appears, paddled
by two one-oared bandits.
Liszt has composed a few chords so heavy they ought to be sent
to the mineralogical institute in Padua for analysis.
Meteorites!
Too heavy to rest, they are able only to sink and sink through the future
all the way down to the year of the brownshirts.
The gondola is heavily laden with the huddled stones of the future.
III
Dreamt I visited a large hospital.
No staff. Everyone was a patient.
who spoke in complete sentences.
IV
motheaten grandseigneur.
It's a disguise.
The deep that tries out and discards various masks has chosen
just this one for him—
the deep that wants to join the humans without showing its face.
V
and when the time comes to die there will be no one there
to meet him at the station.
A tepid breeze of highly gifted cognac carries him off
in the midst of an assignment.
He is never free of assignments.
Two thousand letters a year!
The schoolboy who writes the misspelled word one hundred times before he is
allowed to go home.
The gondola is heavily laden with life, it is simple and black.
VI
Then everything was magnified. Sparrows as large as hens
sang so that my ears popped.
on the kitchen table. I played on them, mutely.
The neighbors came in to listen.
VII
is at last allowed to say something.
Sighs...sospiri...
When Liszt plays tonight he holds down the sea-pedal so that
the green force of the sea
rises through the floor and flows together with all the stone of the building.
Good evening beautiful deep!
The gondola is heavily laden with life, it is simple and black.
VIII
Everyone in the room wore white masks.
It was impossible to tell who was the teacher.
April och Tystnad // April and Silence
Göken // The Cuckoo
Landskap med Solar // Landscape with Suns