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winter seclusion

haiku: Kobayashi Issa https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/kobayashi-issa
image: Todd Trapani https://unsplash.com/photos/ymEcUhbjCrI
for the Naviar Records Haiku Music Challenge www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku/

Laughing at a Turtle [NaviarHaiku488]

Gesprochene Steine“ Klagende Steine" - "Sprechende Steine"

Bei einigen meiner zahllosen Spaziergänge durch meine Stadt Hamburg, mein altes Stadtviertel Altona, begegne ich häufig diesen so genannten „Stolpersteinen“ die in manchen alten Straßen in den Fußweg verlegt wurden. 

Sie liegen so unscheinbar da. Ich lese Namen, Geburt und Todestag jener Menschen die hier einst lebten. 
Blicke auf und manchmal steht sogar noch das alte große Gebäude wohin die Steine den Weg weisen.
Sie sind mahnende Gedenksteine von Ereignissen tiefster Finsternis.
In vielen deutschen Städten und Gemeinden auch in Hamburg wo ich lebe, wurde die jüdische Bevölkerung verfolgt, deportiert und ermordet.
Ein sehr dunkles Kapitel meines Landes.
Ich verspüre eine Ohnmacht über das unfassbare Schicksal dieser Menschen.
Ein in Stein gemeißeltes Gedächtnis und Vermächtnis. Sie sind nicht mehr Namenlos. 
Sie haben hier gelebt. 
Dennoch sind diese Menschen für immer verschwunden.
Ihre Stimmen, ihre Künste, ihre Kraft, ihre Bräuche.
Diese Steine mahnen, rufen und sprechen häufig zu mir, wenn ich über diese Steine gehe. So empfinde ich.
Bleibe stehen, verweile, gedenke unser.
Ich höre stumme Schreie, wehklagen. Sehe schemenhaft, umherhuschende dunkle Schatten. 

Dies veranlasste mich zu dieser düsteren und traurigen Komposition.
Denn ich finde keine Worte mehr. 
Die Steine sprachen zu mir. Es sind „Sprechende Steine“
„Singende und klagende Steine“

Vielen Dank für Eure geschätzte Aufmerksamkeit.

SOUNDCLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/cloppenburg-music

Musik :  Björn Cloppenburg  Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Foto	: Björn Cloppenburg
Es wurden für dieses Projekt virtuelle Instrumente der folgenden Firmen verwendet: 
https://soundiron.com  SOUNDIRON : Mercury Children Choir
https://spitfireaudio.com PHOBOS BT / CDT
https://8Dio.com Prepared Piano 
https://orchestratools.com  Organic Voices  Solo Opera



"Spoken Stones" "Wailing Stones" - "Talking Stones"

On some of my countless walks through my city of Hamburg, my old district of Altona, I often come across these so-called "stumbling blocks" that have been laid in the footpaths of some old streets.

They are so inconspicuous. I read the names, dates of birth and death of the people who once lived here. Look up and sometimes even the old big building still stands where the stones point the way.
They are admonishing memorial stones of events of deepest darkness.
In many German cities and communities, including Hamburg where I live, the Jewish population was persecuted, deported and murdered.
A very dark chapter of my country.
I feel powerless over the incomprehensible fate of these people.
A memory and legacy carved in stone. You are no longer nameless.
You lived here.
However, these people are gone forever.
Their voices, their arts, their strength, their customs.
These stones often admonish, call and speak to me when I walk over these stones. That's how I feel.
Stand still, linger, think of us.
I hear silent screams, wails. See vague, scurrying dark shadows.

This prompted me to create this somber and sad composition.
'Cause I can't find the words anymore
The stones spoke to me. They are "talking stones"
"Singing and Wailing Stones"

Thank you for your valued attention.

SOUND CLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/cloppenburg-music

Music : Björn Cloppenburg All rights reserved
Photo:   Björn Cloppenburg
Virtual instruments from the following companies were used for this project:
https://soundiron.com SOUNDIRON : Mercury Children Choir
https://spitfireaudio.com PHOBOS BT / CDT
https://8Dio.com Prepared Piano
https://orchestratools.com Organic Voices Solo Opera

Spoken Stones

In The Garden

Hero

(John Stone)


Now dragons may be hard to find
Those knights of old have done their worst
Perhaps they’re in some smoky cave 
Sleeping deep within the earth
Now those who wish for derring do
Well they will have to look anew
P’haps catching tides, surfing waves or flying through the air

They want to be a hero
They want to be the one
Whose names is on the lips of men
An hour in the sun
But harbour lights are burning bright
And I’ll be home with you tonight
Don’t want to fight for what seems right over some imagined cause
Don’t want to be anyone else’s hero, but yours.

There’s those who sailed away to sea
In search of fortune and of fame
Who found some far untrodden land
And gave the land their name
Now there’s no undiscovered place
Where dint of man you’ll find no trace
Except perhaps inside your heart
That’s where I’ll play my part

Don’t want to be a hero…


The works of man shall turn to dust
And memories shall fade
Battles lose their consequence
As history’s remade
There’s those who seek eternity
They wonder far and wide
They reach across the universe
But never reach inside.

Don’t want to be a hero…

Hero

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