DUINO ELEGIES - Rainer Maria Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angels' 
Orders? and even if one of them pressed me
suddenly to his heart: I'd be consumed 
in his more potent being. For beauty is nothing
but the beginning of terror, which we can still barely endure,
and while we stand in wonder it coolly disdains
to destroy us. Every Angel is terrifying.

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Rainer Maria Rilke - (translated by Edward Snow)

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Wer, wenn ich schriee

And so I grip myself and choke down that call note
of dark sobbing. Ah, whom can we turn to 
in our need? Not Angels, not humans,
and the sly animals see at once
how little at home we are
in the interpreted world. That leaves us
some tree on a slope, to which our eyes returned
day after day; leaves us yesterday's street
and the coddled loyalty of an old habit
that liked it here, lingered and never left.
O and the night, the night, when the wind full of worldspace 
gnaws at our faces -, for whom won't the night be there,
desired, softly disappointing, setting hard tasks
for the single heart. Is it easier on lovers?
Ah, they only use each other to mask their fates.

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Edward Snow)

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Und so verhalt ich mich

You still don't see? Fling the emptiness in your arms
out into the spaces we breathe; perhaps the birds
will feel the increase of air with more passionate flight.

Yes, the Springs needed you. Many a star was waiting 
for your eyes only. A wave swelled toward you
out of the past, or as you walked by the open window
a violin inside surrendered itself
to pure passion. All that was your charge.
But were you strong enough?

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Edward Snow)

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Weisst du's noch nicht?

Weren't you always distracted 
by expectation, as though each such moment
presaged a beloved's coming? (But where would you keep her,
with all those big strange thoughts in you
going and coming and sometimes staying all night?)
No, in the grip of longing sing women who loved;
their prodigious feeling still lacks an undying fame.
The abandoned ones you almost envy, since you found them
so much deeper in love than whose whom love allayed.
Begin ever anew their impossible praise.
Remember: the hero lives on, even his downfall
was only a pretext for attained existence: his ultimate birth.

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Warst du nicht immer

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Aber die Liebenden

DUINO ELEGIES: 3 - Ihr sterne,

DUINO ELEGIES: 3 - Mutter, du machtest ihn klein

DUINO ELEGIES: 3 - Nirgends ein Knistern,

DUINO ELEGIES: 3 - Ach, da war keine Vorsicht

DUINO ELEGIES: 3 - Liebend stieg er hinab

DUINO ELEGIES: 3 - Siehe, wir lieben nicht

DUINO ELEGIES: 3 - Welche gefuhle

PATIENCE IS A VERTICIL: The Harp Songs of MULTIPLICA EXPONENTIA - 1

Be made voide - or tonges shal cease

This is an 80 part hive motet, set to the following texts taken from my book - Seeing is Beveiling: https://www.theartelpress.co.uk/news/seeing-is-beveiling-2/

PATERA NOSCE, QUI ES IN COEPIS, SANNIO TE FICTOR.
NOMISMA TUUM ADVENA REGNUM TUUM. 
FETURAT VOLUPTAS TUA SICCUS IN CELATA.
ET INTER ALIA.
PALUS NOSCITUM COTIS ANTRUM DEA NOBIS HODIE.
ET DIMENSIO NOBILIS DEBILITO NOTUS. 
SECURUS ET NOS DIMETE DEBETE NIGRESCO.
ET NEMUS INDUBIUS IN TENACITAS OMEN. 
SEDATIO LIBERALITER NOS AMATORIUS.

Know the bowl, who you are in the beginning, you are the maker of a panacea.
Your coin is a stranger to your kingdom.
Your pleasure spawns in a hidden temperature. 
And among other things.
A marsh, known to us today as the cave goddess of the grindstone.
And the noble dimension is known to the weakened.
We must feel safe and darken.
And the wood is an unambiguous omen for tenacity.
Calming us freely and lovingly.

AUDEO AUDIENS AURA AURARIA – AUCTORITAS AUCTUS AUCUPO AUDACIA – AUDEO AUDIENS – AUFERO AUGEO – AURA AURARIA – AURATUS AUREOLUS – AUREUS AURICULA – AURIFER AUSCULTATIO – AUSCULTATOR AUSPEX

I dare to hear a golden breeze – authority increased the boldness of the bird – I dare to listen – I take away and increase – a golden breeze – a golden halo – a golden ear – a golden listening – an auspicious listener! 

Time – though it pass – shall not speed
While we – by our love – are freed
From all notions of the hour
Constrained not by its brief power.

Stars rising – merely – each day
Over love’s sphere have no sway
Thorns planted in this short life’s stony ground
Will soon – as roses – be found.

AUCTORITAS AUCTUS AUCUPO AUDACIA AUDEO AUDIENS – AUCTORITAS AUCTUS AUCUPO AUDACIA AUFERO AUGEO – AUCTORITAS AUCTUS AUCUPO AUDACIA AUFERO – AUCTORITAS AUCTUS AUCUPO AUDACIA AUDIENS – AUFERO AUGEO AURIFER AUSCULTATIO – AUFERO AUGEO AUREUS AURICULA – AUFERO AUGEO AUSCULTATOR AUSPEX – AUDEO AUDIRE – AUDEO AUDIRE AVIARIUM – AUDEO AUDIENS AUREUS AURICULA – AUDEO AUDIENS AUCTORITAS AUCTUS AUCUPO – AURA AURARIA AUFERO AUGEO – AUREUS AURICULA AUDEO AUGEO



The authority of the bird increased – and the boldness of the bird was heard – I take away the audacity that increases my authority – I take away the audacity of the bird with increased authority – the authority of the bird increased by hearing the boldness – I take away and increase the auscultation of the goldsmith – I disperse and increase the golden ear – I take away and increase the listener’s auspiciousness – I dare to hear – I dare to listen to the birds – I dare to listen with golden ears – I dare to listen to the increased authority of the bird – I disperse the golden breeze and increase it – I dare to grow golden ears!

DAS ROTA ME APIBUS
DAS ROTA MEL APIBUS
DAT ROTA ME APIBUS
DEA ROSA MEL APIBUS
DAT ROTA MELICUS APERTE
DAS ROXA MELICUS APERTE
DAS ROTA MELICUS APERTE
DEI ROTA MELICUS APERTE
DEI ROTA MEL IGNUS APERTE
DEI ROTA MEL IGNIS APERTE
DEI ROSA MEL IGNIS APERTE
DEI ROSA MEL IGNIS APIBUS
DEA ROSA MELA APIBUS
DEI ROSA MELA APIBUS
DEI ROSA MAL A PIUS
DU ROSA MEL APIBUS

Give me the wheel of the bees
You give a wheel of honey to the bees
The wheel gives me the bees
The goddess rose honey for the bees
Gives the navel wheel openly
You give the red honey open
You give the navel wheel open
The navel wheel of the god is open
The wheel of the god is clearly on fire
The wheel of the god is open to fire
The honey of the rose of god is open to fire
The rose of a god is the honey of fire to the bees
The goddess of the rose and the apple of the bees
God’s rose is the apple of the bees
God’s rose is evil from the pious
Two roses and the honey bees

The rose of any god is the honey of fire to the bees - a hive for 80 voices

I am a composer and writer, based in Norwich, England. Please find more about my work at my website - https://www.seeingisbeveiling.com My music is published by Universal Edition, and my books are published by the artel press. https://www.universaledition.com/en/Contacts/Michael-John-Gerard-Higgins/ https://www.theartelpress.co.uk/shop/artists-book/by-unseen-hands/

DUINO ELEGIES: 1 - Wer, wenn ich schriee

Michael John Gerard Higgins

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