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Fidelio
Proem:
Cannot hold you back
Loathe to let you go
Throw your violent hips
Bucking to and fro
On your stony shoals
Siren sinking ships
Spell apocalypse
With your fingertips
..
First Act:
All Things Pass Through Midnight
With Trepidatious Strides,
Rain glides down the paned
Glass, liquid
Light,
Pooled
Into each
Drop, beneath it’s
Tensile
Skin,
Touching opaquely
Into various shades
Of the spectrum
Cars whuff past, with
Rictus
Grins, twixt
A bifold
Halogen
Blaze,
Sheering groundwater
Into spray
Bare threads of a smile
Tug at the tapers
Of her mouth, as if some
Laughter, had stirred
From slumber
Only to
Recede,
Into her depths,
Without further emergence,
On this occasion
Her eyes, their
Steady train,
Saying,
You never want to be
More,
Than you are,
When little else can,
It comforts
Moon shadows walk across
Your quiet mouth,
The sky is hot
As rushing blood
And the earth stands
Upon a single
Unsteady
Toe, having
Drunk
Deeply
Of time, grinding
On,
In slow
Pirouette
And all around
Us, borderlines are
Pushing forward,
Backward,
Pencil erasers
Scrambling,
To keep up
Fires engulf homes,
With man’s head
And
Locust
Armors,
Just like
It was prophesied
Stocks are perambulating,
Like sheet
Music
Missiles hum
In their silos,
Dreaming
Of the open
Air
Festivities commence
In a chorus
Of plastic
Cups
A crow folds its wings
In,
Angles
Beak
Down,
And commits
To suicide
It all seems
Connected,
Carefully
Threaded
Together,
Beneath an inadequate
Jacket
Summation
Questions clap my
Jaw, with a thrown
Hand
Gather myself,
In the aftermath
Silent
As electrified tracks,
Red
As storm washed
Iron
..
First Interlude:
Ne mogu sderzhat' tebya
Nenavizhu otpuskat' tebya
Bros'te svoi zhestokiye bedra
Raskachivayas' tuda i syuda
Na tvoikh kamenistykh otmelyakh
Sirena tonushchikh korabley
Zaklinaniye apokalipsisa
Konchikami pal'tsev
..
Second Act:
White Knuckle Thumb War
And
Who Quits the Field
First,
There are deaths that occur
By measure
Of inches,
Crushed
Between us
Funerals,
By text
I’ll compose a
Requiem,
By your eyes
Folded
Fists,
Silently
Brandishing
Firebrands,
As you stand,
Beckoning,
Just beyond the
Warmth
Of light
Unfunerals
In the electronic mediums’
Block feature, held
Breaths,
In the off switch,
Press
And hold,
It’s that
Easy,
Nowadays
Thumbs mounting
Beneath a chorus of
Half
Hearted
Applause
One winged
Angel, pixelated
Beneath a scratched
Disk
In this
One dimensional
World,
Where a breeze never
Stirred, you have
Soberly
Deigned
To stir
Poison,
Into conversational
Cocktail
And in a few years
I’ll fuck someone
Who looks just
Like you,
Sweats in nightmare
Fields
Ablaze with
Medusae specters and
Smells,
Like you
Walks away
And moves like you
Jump into bed,
Bare feet cold
From the
Threshing
Floor,
Burrow in
And steal
My warmth
Our bed
Might as well be
The edge
Of the known
Universe,
Swathed in
Swirling
Mythical
Fog,
Some titanic
Totenkopf,
Drawn upon the
Furthest
Extremities,
Of the atlas
Just give me your
Hard
Hands, pale
Ivory
And wicked, in their
Swathe
Of destruction
Linger,
In leisurely
Usurpation
I pass through
You,
A single
Dowsing
Strut,
In all that
Deciduous
Uterine
Darkness
Your growling
Breaths,
Hold the rancor
Of hornets
Trains
Pass through
Mountains
With less
Momentum
Sheer white moons
Stare
Into a mirror
Of sea
And sky,
Wondering,
Which rules
The tides
..
Second Interlude
Kann dich nicht zurückhalten
Hassen, dich gehen zu lassen
Werfen sie ihre heftigen hüften
Ruckeln hin und her
Auf deinen steinigen untiefen
Sirene versenkt schiffe
Zauber apokalypse
Mit den fingerspitzen
..
Third act:
Step Close
So That I May Whisper
Beneath the Din
Of Noisome Words,
Worlds of the living and
Dead, are
Not separate,
As black
Words on
White
Canvas,
They blend,
Passing into
One another,
Like air
Through lungs
And as we move
In smooth
Hourly
Circuits,
Colliding
In momentary
Eruptions,
Flames devour
The rooms,
Formerly kept,
Blackening,
Just upon
Our heels,
With a wringing
Grasp
Of sudden
Starvation,
In our absence
A tree falls
And trees
Listen
And if the sun is lowering
A naked blade to my
Neck,
My shadow
Will rise up,
Before me,
Stretched across this ground
I chose,
Tall
As a plateau
Tower, thin
As a diffuse
Razor
And allow me
To confide,
It is the mirror
That holds the instrument
Of our hopes and
Sum
Of all fear
Feel
The kinesis,
Of a single step,
Heroism
Of getting out
Of bed, to engage
The day, amidst the constant
Clamor
Of doubt
And all that
Say,
Nay,
To their dreams
And then, of course,
To yours
Say
Fie
And reach for it
And when I reach for your
Wanton
Mouth, I breathe
My life
Into you,
And ask
For yours
In return
The ghost that is holding your
Left
Hand,
Is holding mine,
To remind us
To burn
For each other
And I clutch the
Cherubic
Quiet
To me, with
Force
Of need, even
When you
Say, my eyes
Are deep
Wells
Of deceptive
Calm, open
Palms, offering
A deadfall
We turn out the lights
That held the darkness
By the throat, and
Now,
It rushes in,
Howling
We are swallowed
Whole,
Along with
Everything
Some unseen tomorrow
Is digging down,
Toward us,
Demanding
That we hold
To hope, shouting
Encouragements
Lost,
In the density
Of the earth
We huddle
Together,
Counting our breaths,
Counting down
Laced limbs
Reciprocate
Vital presence
And oscillations
Of warmth
The moon rolls
This earth
Under its fingers,
Paint flaking
From irregular
Surfaces
The tail happily
Wags
The dog
Tides are rescuing
Stranded
Waters,
Not suicidal
Whales,
The baby is
Incidental,
To the bathwater
Time smooths
Over baked
Bread
A single voice
Rises,
In summation,
A cappella, beneath
A tendril
Of jaundiced light
..
Coda:
Cannot hold you back
Loathe to let you go
Throw your violent hips
Bucking to and fro
On your stony shoals
Siren sinking ships
Spell apocalypse
With your fingertips
..
Fidelio
Or
A Magician’s Opera,
In Three Acts
By
R_Sculptoris
Cannot hold you back
Loathe to let you go
Throw your violent hips
Bucking to and fro
On your stony shoals
Siren sinking ships
Spell apocalypse
With your fingertips
..
First Act:
All Things Pass Through Midnight
With Trepidatious Strides,
Rain glides down the paned
Glass, liquid
Light,
Pooled
Into each
Drop, beneath it’s
Tensile
Skin,
Touching opaquely
Into various shades
Of the spectrum
Cars whuff past, with
Rictus
Grins, twixt
A bifold
Halogen
Blaze,
Sheering groundwater
Into spray
Bare threads of a smile
Tug at the tapers
Of her mouth, as if some
Laughter, had stirred
From slumber
Only to
Recede,
Into her depths,
Without further emergence,
On this occasion
Her eyes, their
Steady train,
Saying,
You never want to be
More,
Than you are,
When little else can,
It comforts
Moon shadows walk across
Your quiet mouth,
The sky is hot
As rushing blood
And the earth stands
Upon a single
Unsteady
Toe, having
Drunk
Deeply
Of time, grinding
On,
In slow
Pirouette
And all around
Us, borderlines are
Pushing forward,
Backward,
Pencil erasers
Scrambling,
To keep up
Fires engulf homes,
With man’s head
And
Locust
Armors,
Just like
It was prophesied
Stocks are perambulating,
Like sheet
Music
Missiles hum
In their silos,
Dreaming
Of the open
Air
Festivities commence
In a chorus
Of plastic
Cups
A crow folds its wings
In,
Angles
Beak
Down,
And commits
To suicide
It all seems
Connected,
Carefully
Threaded
Together,
Beneath an inadequate
Jacket
Summation
Questions clap my
Jaw, with a thrown
Hand
Gather myself,
In the aftermath
Silent
As electrified tracks,
Red
As storm washed
Iron
..
First Interlude:
Ne mogu sderzhat' tebya
Nenavizhu otpuskat' tebya
Bros'te svoi zhestokiye bedra
Raskachivayas' tuda i syuda
Na tvoikh kamenistykh otmelyakh
Sirena tonushchikh korabley
Zaklinaniye apokalipsisa
Konchikami pal'tsev
..
Second Act:
White Knuckle Thumb War
And
Who Quits the Field
First,
There are deaths that occur
By measure
Of inches,
Crushed
Between us
Funerals,
By text
I’ll compose a
Requiem,
By your eyes
Folded
Fists,
Silently
Brandishing
Firebrands,
As you stand,
Beckoning,
Just beyond the
Warmth
Of light
Unfunerals
In the electronic mediums’
Block feature, held
Breaths,
In the off switch,
Press
And hold,
It’s that
Easy,
Nowadays
Thumbs mounting
Beneath a chorus of
Half
Hearted
Applause
One winged
Angel, pixelated
Beneath a scratched
Disk
In this
One dimensional
World,
Where a breeze never
Stirred, you have
Soberly
Deigned
To stir
Poison,
Into conversational
Cocktail
And in a few years
I’ll fuck someone
Who looks just
Like you,
Sweats in nightmare
Fields
Ablaze with
Medusae specters and
Smells,
Like you
Walks away
And moves like you
Jump into bed,
Bare feet cold
From the
Threshing
Floor,
Burrow in
And steal
My warmth
Our bed
Might as well be
The edge
Of the known
Universe,
Swathed in
Swirling
Mythical
Fog,
Some titanic
Totenkopf,
Drawn upon the
Furthest
Extremities,
Of the atlas
Just give me your
Hard
Hands, pale
Ivory
And wicked, in their
Swathe
Of destruction
Linger,
In leisurely
Usurpation
I pass through
You,
A single
Dowsing
Strut,
In all that
Deciduous
Uterine
Darkness
Your growling
Breaths,
Hold the rancor
Of hornets
Trains
Pass through
Mountains
With less
Momentum
Sheer white moons
Stare
Into a mirror
Of sea
And sky,
Wondering,
Which rules
The tides
..
Second Interlude
Kann dich nicht zurückhalten
Hassen, dich gehen zu lassen
Werfen sie ihre heftigen hüften
Ruckeln hin und her
Auf deinen steinigen untiefen
Sirene versenkt schiffe
Zauber apokalypse
Mit den fingerspitzen
..
Third act:
Step Close
So That I May Whisper
Beneath the Din
Of Noisome Words,
Worlds of the living and
Dead, are
Not separate,
As black
Words on
White
Canvas,
They blend,
Passing into
One another,
Like air
Through lungs
And as we move
In smooth
Hourly
Circuits,
Colliding
In momentary
Eruptions,
Flames devour
The rooms,
Formerly kept,
Blackening,
Just upon
Our heels,
With a wringing
Grasp
Of sudden
Starvation,
In our absence
A tree falls
And trees
Listen
And if the sun is lowering
A naked blade to my
Neck,
My shadow
Will rise up,
Before me,
Stretched across this ground
I chose,
Tall
As a plateau
Tower, thin
As a diffuse
Razor
And allow me
To confide,
It is the mirror
That holds the instrument
Of our hopes and
Sum
Of all fear
Feel
The kinesis,
Of a single step,
Heroism
Of getting out
Of bed, to engage
The day, amidst the constant
Clamor
Of doubt
And all that
Say,
Nay,
To their dreams
And then, of course,
To yours
Say
Fie
And reach for it
And when I reach for your
Wanton
Mouth, I breathe
My life
Into you,
And ask
For yours
In return
The ghost that is holding your
Left
Hand,
Is holding mine,
To remind us
To burn
For each other
And I clutch the
Cherubic
Quiet
To me, with
Force
Of need, even
When you
Say, my eyes
Are deep
Wells
Of deceptive
Calm, open
Palms, offering
A deadfall
We turn out the lights
That held the darkness
By the throat, and
Now,
It rushes in,
Howling
We are swallowed
Whole,
Along with
Everything
Some unseen tomorrow
Is digging down,
Toward us,
Demanding
That we hold
To hope, shouting
Encouragements
Lost,
In the density
Of the earth
We huddle
Together,
Counting our breaths,
Counting down
Laced limbs
Reciprocate
Vital presence
And oscillations
Of warmth
The moon rolls
This earth
Under its fingers,
Paint flaking
From irregular
Surfaces
The tail happily
Wags
The dog
Tides are rescuing
Stranded
Waters,
Not suicidal
Whales,
The baby is
Incidental,
To the bathwater
Time smooths
Over baked
Bread
A single voice
Rises,
In summation,
A cappella, beneath
A tendril
Of jaundiced light
..
Coda:
Cannot hold you back
Loathe to let you go
Throw your violent hips
Bucking to and fro
On your stony shoals
Siren sinking ships
Spell apocalypse
With your fingertips
..
Fidelio
Or
A Magician’s Opera,
In Three Acts
By
R_Sculptoris
Published 15th Oct 2020
| Edited 16th Oct 2020
Author's Note
Dedications on this write to DaisyGrace for your generous friendship and to Shadoe, for friendship, inspiration and of course the translations: First Interlude is Russian, Second Interlude is German. I have very little background in either language, but I'm told my pronunciation was pretty good.
Here is a link to help with the content. Fidelio is Beethoven's only opera.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fidelio
Totenkopf is German for a skull and crossbones or death's head.
Copyright © 2020 by Daniel Christensen. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the
Here is a link to help with the content. Fidelio is Beethoven's only opera.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fidelio
Totenkopf is German for a skull and crossbones or death's head.
Copyright © 2020 by Daniel Christensen. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the
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16th Oct 2020 1:38am
Daniel, your mastery of painting an image with words is just....unmatched. And I am totally jealous! This is beautifully thought out and formatted. Just erotic enough to set the mind working and chock full of delicious words. As your pieces always are.
And the recording....you have a voice made to listen to!
I am in complete awe of this one. Very well done, my friend. I am honored to know you!
And the recording....you have a voice made to listen to!
I am in complete awe of this one. Very well done, my friend. I am honored to know you!
16th Oct 2020 3:36am
Thank you sweetheart. A lot of work went into this one, but it was worth it. 😘💖🙏
16th Oct 2020 4:17pm
This is something, indeed. As always, your descriptions are a rich tapestry of ambient light and jewel-toned colors, but this one has a reverence for your muse(s) flowing beneath that is both sweet and sultry. I really love this one, Daniel. You’ve outdone yourself 💜.
18th Oct 2020 6:43pm
Well perceived indeed my friend. Thank you so much. It was a rapturous joy from inception, through the process of evolution, to it's final stage of creation. 🙏💖
16th Oct 2020 9:15pm
without the aphorism of this being like a necklace of numerous frigging diamonds, this could not have any end or beginning. as it turns on itself, a repeating breathing twisting out-in choker, such a jewel laden piece of deviancy in light Daniel. You always place the bar high.
18th Oct 2020 7:01pm
A more beautifully elucidated awareness of the living evolution of my write I could not ask for, my friend. I've done a fair bit of explaining the nuances of this write, the irony of it's title, such as it was used in the movie Eyes Wide Shut, as the password to the secret society, the contradictory and paradoxical emotions of desire, longing, loss, regret, nostalgia, but I know that you have felt and understood these things.
17th Oct 2020 00:36am
Another wonderfullly composed piece of art... I love when you give us these new journey's to partake in and ponder Daniel... nice work as always 🔥✌
18th Oct 2020 7:26pm
17th Oct 2020 9:24pm
Van I'm so glad to see you on site my friend. Thank you so much and I always look forward to your next work. 💖🙏
18th Oct 2020 5:18am
Such a Giant little star and her invisible lover...I love the medusa reference, Daniel...and the act of love in distant space. Bravo my friend on an absolute epic masterpiece...up there with Mr. Beethoven's opera...loved it!
🙏 Harry
🙏 Harry
18th Oct 2020 7:48pm
Well intuited Harry, which doesn't surprise. Thank you brother. Be safe and blessed. 💖🙏
19th Oct 2020 10:06pm
21st Oct 2020 7:29pm
Another poetic odyssey ... lovely flow ... great cadence ... an imagery that is truly your signature ... you restore my faith in long poems ...
21st Oct 2020 7:49pm
23rd Oct 2020 9:51pm
Time's tide will smother us all, only in art can we articulate the drowning. The longing, yearning and then the find. Exquisite craft my friend.
24th Oct 2020 2:56am
A friend understands and is understood, loosely paraphrased and I'm pretty sure was from Seneca the Younger. Thank you, Rob. 💖🎶🙏
25th Oct 2020 3:22pm
an exquisite symphony of stirring deep emotions & intense passion & love eternal .. amongst amidst anything.. the swinging swirling in unpredictable times .. to the stormy roaring in gloomy worldly apocalypse .. WORDLESS yet again Daniel by your showcase masterpiece this wholesome artistry .. that is deeply engaging & lingering inner never to leave your creating spacetimeless eternity... tending towards the needful infinity of your pure shining works.. along with your audio renditions & backgrounds.. its a nostalgic & endless symphony of Love of Poetry of Eternity.. spellbound! feels unable to come out of these depths you delicately take one in in your sheer ingenious poetics! light & love ev my friend & adored ev soulful poet:)
26th Oct 2020 9:29pm
Aw. 💖🎶 Uma thank you so much, divinely passionate spirit. You are amazing. I'm working on something new, where I translate thought and emotion into atmospheric observations. Hoping for a softer, more subtle spirituality. 💖🙏
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4th Nov 2020 4:11pm
Your in depth intuitive awareness and understanding is greatly humbling and appreciated. There really isn't anything I was trying to convey that you haven't detailed. It couldn't be more meaningful to me. Thank you my friend. 💖🎶🙏
I wonder if your poems could be made stronger by honing then in terms of length and theme. Your use of language is elegant and melodic, and you create strong images, but the presentation feels like a chaotic morass. Which might be what you're going for, in fairness, though I’d like to see you limit yourself to, say, eight lines and one image, just to see if that would make the poem more memorable as a whole.
22nd Dec 2020 6:33pm
That's very unlikely, my process is orgasmic, I spill pages all in one sitting, for the most part. Also, this piece in particular is an opera, a nod to all the friends who've told me how operatic my writes tend to be.
My cousin is a magician. The way sleight of hand works is that you lose the observer in fluid transitions. I apply that concept to my writing, by rotating stanzas of milieu, haptics and diatribe, invite the reader to lose themselves in fluidly changing dimensions.
Brevity has it's clean focus, but that's not what I'm going for. I cut a keen linear razor down the page and there is intent and purpose to it's entire stream of consciousness, all memories and musings aimed toward particular truths and understandings. If you are feeling lost, just ease into the flow and let it carry you. 💖🙏
My cousin is a magician. The way sleight of hand works is that you lose the observer in fluid transitions. I apply that concept to my writing, by rotating stanzas of milieu, haptics and diatribe, invite the reader to lose themselves in fluidly changing dimensions.
Brevity has it's clean focus, but that's not what I'm going for. I cut a keen linear razor down the page and there is intent and purpose to it's entire stream of consciousness, all memories and musings aimed toward particular truths and understandings. If you are feeling lost, just ease into the flow and let it carry you. 💖🙏
22nd Dec 2020 7:49pm
I can understand that. I really like that comparison to a magician’s patter.
24th Dec 2020 00:46am
24th Dec 2020 10:39pm
Thank you Lou it's so nice to hear from you. *hugs* I hope you have a wonderful Holiday. I really appreciate it.
