A SONNET CORONA  6/15  - Micha (guit.) and Ral (lyr. and recitation)
Channel: Count Ral
Date: 2010-05-06

This is a 70 minutes musical poem cycle project, recorded in one take and divided into 15 parts on Youtube. Here, sonnet number 6, a wilder one... - You can watch the whole cycle on my special playlist A CROWN OF SONNETS - Micha and I recorded the whole piece, as usual, in one take, all spontaneous, first made and completely extemporaneous. The basic idea is to find a specific way of performimg poetry, representing the words in some kind between singing and recitating, to receive a vivid and spontaneous expression. The lyrics are put in English by myself, based on my own sonnet corona in German language. It is made of 14 (+1) English sonnets in the Italian form, with strict rhymes and all set in iambic pentameter. Each one starts with the last verse of the one before, and at the end number 14 ends with the first line of number 1. So you get the 15th sonnet as the result of all first lines in the right order, put together to the so called Corona.

VI.
 
In not a single moment I can drown. 
A window knock.   The flower boxes fall.
A child recites a rhyme.   The pigeons crawl 
for sheltering spurs along a mural crown.

The knobs,   demolished from the doors,   are hurled.
A tree is dancing down the street.   For halt 
two hands are seeking urgently,   exalt
the opened house wall.    In large circles swirled

big sofa cushions.   They draw on and rain 
as fireworks way down into the park. 
The peacocks' feathers burn stinks all around. 

A pastor tries to bless something in vain.
And on the docks the wind blows stiff and stark. 
I'm always drifting without sinking down.


Here the German version:

VI.

ich kann in keinem Augenblick ertrinken
es klopft am Fenster   Blumenkästen fallen
ein Kind spricht einen Reim   die Tauben krallen
sich fester an die Simse   blanke Klinken

sind krachend von den Türen abgerissen
ein Baum tanzt durch die Straße   eine Hand
sucht dringend einen Halt   die Häuserwand
hat eine Öffnung   dicke Sofakissen

ziehn weite Kreise wirbeln auf und regnen
im Feuerwerk hinunter auf den Park
die Pfauen brennen   ihre Federn stinken

ein Pfarrer möchte irgend etwas segnen
am Hafenbecken geht der Wind zu stark
ich treibe immer ohne zu versinken

(R.P.)