Sunday, November 22, 2009

Fittingly enough, I've been listening to a lot of Dichterliebe recently. I always considered that song cycle to be the ugly stepsister of Winterreise, but it's finally growing on me.

Rachel A, a big fan of song cycles in general--especially Dichterliebe--introduced it to me the first time we hung out.

We sat on her floor on Bass street and read some of the Heine text.

Und sah die Nacht in deines Herzens Raum,
Und sah die Schlang', die dir am Herzen fri├čt,
Ich sah, mein Lieb, wie sehr du elend bist.

And saw the night in your heart's room,
And saw the viper that feeds on your heart;
I saw, my love, how truly miserable you are.

What an image!

I love the literal translation of the German, there's something
so much more raw about a language whose word for meat is
'fleisch'--literally flesh. I'll liken it to the choice between
"shacking up" and "cohabiting".

The way she spit out those words, it was obvious that the passage
had been seared into her mind. Now I know how she felt.

4 comments:

"the" Mrs. Astor said...

Our, dear Ed....

"the" Mrs. Astor said...

To our beloved Ed: Happy Thanksgiving from the freaks on South Beach!!!!!!!!

Ed Grow said...

Hope y'all had a fabulous Thanksgiving as well. I'm not sure what your menu would look like? Do you serve highballs with the steak tartare? Do you have Gucci napkins?

Hope you and papi had a wonderful time.

Love.

"the" Mrs. Astor said...

Steak tartar?????? Lady Gaga would never approve. I'll post pictures of the napkins. Smoooces from all of us.