DeafArt

Those quiet in the country…

By André Bjerke – Freely translated from Norwegian by Ulf Nagel (Original title: “De stille i landet”)
Thanks to Ann Kristin for bringing this poem to my attention!

No century has been noisy as this, ever since…
Imagine how a man from antique Athens would wince
as the jet rumble!
Platon at an airport in great fears,
would have run home with his fingers in his ears.
Ears humble

We are toughened by noise. Wonders of technology.
Expose our ears to cars and bombs of this century.
Times be yonder.
We get thoroughly noise accustomed. As we turn our inner
ear to the ruckus. Only when the din is thinner
we wonder.

Ears of those who can “hear”, are about to wither.
Sound of wind in grass and voices in whisper.
The clamor is loud!
Gone is the silence in which the grass and the soul can grow.
Only the deaf knows it by heart. Deafness where’s a soul can go,
in worlds of shout.

Some are shut off from the bangs – as if indifferent.
Some are forced to listen different:
“When to interpret, turn around
see the sign that speaks in silence…” Deaf are the best.
Destined to be put on a strange test:
Not a sound.

What is “hearing”? We say: “He has no ear
for melody” – even though he can ”hear”.
The tone haven
received by us as sound; but how do we hear what’s in disguise?
Unheard by physical ears made, was symphonies twice
Composed by Beethoven.

Only the ”hearers” believe we speak with sounds yet.
Deaf can listen with eyes. Deaf interpret
the mimics of speech.
As the living word for the deaf-mutes’ eyes
is being with no sound at all, he too knows that music is
inner music.

These are times when “fresh senses” runs down
exactly for inner music. It will drown
frightfully soon.
Deafness is the countermove: outwit the clamor
by loosing a sense with no glamour
believe the moon!

Some still has an ear: those quiet in the country,
who reads every word on lips, even a sentry.
You! Who have five
shameless senses – with no glisten:
go to a deaf-school and learn to listen!
Join the hive!

The Doors – When the music’s over

Lyrics:

Yeah!

When the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

When the music’s over
When the music’s over
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside

The face in the mirror won’t stop
The girl in the window won’t drop
A feast of friends
“Alive”, she cried
Waiting for me
Outside

Before I sink into the big sleep
I want to hear, I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back, baby
Back into my arms

We’re gettin’ tired of hangin’ around
Waitin’ around, with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound

Very near, yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today

What have they done to the Earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences
And dragged her down

I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it…
Now
Now?
NOW!

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus!
Save us!

So when the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

Well, the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end,
Until the end

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