La Herencia

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destrucción, herencia, pecados, planeta, poema, tierra

¡Deja de fingir

Que no pasa nada!

¡Deja de seguir

La ruta clavada!

¡Despiértate ahora!

Y mira alrededor…

El mundo no mejora,

Va de mal en peor.

La gente ha perdido

Voluntad de vivir.

Satisfechos y cumplidos

Con un simple seguir.

Destruimos los valores

Justificando pecados

Grandes y menores

¿Y qué es lo que logramos?

Ayer hemos vendido

Al diablo almas nuestras.

Hemos convertido

En nuevo dios las monedas.

Hemos demolido

Pulmones del planeta.

Hemos ensuciado

Las aguas inquietas.

Hemos enviado

Basura al espacio.

Hemos secado

Los ríos despacio.

Y ya no hay aire

Limpio para respirar…

En nuestro nuevo baile

Vacío y mortal.

La Tierra está gritando

Del dolor en silencio.

Esto es lo que dejamos

Como nuestra herencia.

Copyright text and photo: Anna E.R. Walczak

30.06.2014

Somewhere on the Baltic Sea

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The Distant Sound

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coast, horn, Norway, pier, project, sea, sound, Susan Philipsz, Sweden, tune, white noise, Ystad

A couple of weeks ago while I was walking around Ystad I came across this sign saying “The Distant Sound” project. Sounds intriguing, doesn’t it? Here is what’s that all about:

 

I was wondering if there was some device needed to hear those tunes or was it just cutting through the air. I decided to go to the very end of the pier in the marina harbor in Ystad, one of nine places along the Scandinavian coast you can hear the project from, and check how it works.

I went there on Tuesday and missed it by four minutes! I didn’t have time to wait another hour so I had to come back some other day.

On Wednesday I got up early, for my standards, and got to the pier 20 minutes before noon, just to be sure I wouldn’t miss it again. I was a bit preoccupied the tune would not be audible because there was a beach volleyball tournament taking place on the beach next to the pier, with loud music and lots of people laughing and shouting. There was also a motorboat dragging a water skater behind, the boat had big speakers on the roof and was playing very loud music too, was it for the benefit of the skater? I don’t know. Despite of all that I still wanted to wait and hear the sound. I lied down on a bench at the end of the pier, I turned my face towards the sun and waited.

 

One minute to noon something strange happened. As if someone opened a corridor in the air filled with white noise… Made me think of “Contact”, the movie with Jodie Foster, in which she was listening to all those noises from deep space. That felt incredible! Everything else around seemed to cease to exist… the sun was still there, the warm breeze from the sea was there and there was I….sitting on the bench, listening to the white noise… At noon sharp the first distant sound came to my ears… a horn, then another one, and one more. A tune…, a melody… I would not call it anything like that, but it was played in a sequence and it was very different from what I had expected. And yet it was surprisingly nice and inspiring.

 

A minute passed and the distant sound along with the white noise was gone…

The experience itself is indescribable. I can’t call it beautiful. It might even be disappointing to some of you but either way I think it was worth listening to. And I encourage you to go to one of those nine places of the Distant Sound Project by Susan Philipsz and to hear it yourself. You have time until 21st of September 2014, every hour per one minute between 10am and 6pm.

Enjoy and let me know what you think of it. 

Faith

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faith, future, heart, human kind, lost, poetry, soul

 

 

I lost my faith the other day.

It went away without consent.

It left me all alone in rain,

My hopes got low, my clothes got wet.

 

I kept on looking all day long

In every corner of my town.

Couldn’t bear it, my faith was gone!

I started digging in the ground.

 

Shuffling and shifting all the dirt

With worms and bugs and my own sin.

I dug deep down until it hurt

And blood came out from nails and skin.

 

The mud turned red, my tears run dry,

My veins cut open, grew with scars.

You never win unless you try

So I got up and run to (a) car.

 

I drove all night around the town…

People and streets seemed all so grey.

The rain had stopped, the sun came out

And then I saw it, my lost faith.

 

Miserable she stood at a lake

Looking at the waters now calm.

She asked me if it was too late

To fix everything that was wrong…

 

My faith was sad, alone, so lost…

Many have turned their back on her,

They’ve forgotten what counts the most

And their vain was what took her there.

 

“The world is rotten” whispered she,

“Nobody cares what will there be

Tomorrow, in a thousand years,

Because they are too blind to see.”

 

“If I am gone” she looked at me

“I’ll be followed by others too:

Hope and love, happines and peace…

What’s the human kind gonna do?”

 

“We will be lost and doomed to death.

What we need most, money can’t buy.

We cannot exist without you, Faith,

Although many wanted to try…”

 

My faith was torn, could not decide

Whether (to) stay or end it now…

Seemed so easy to jump and dive

To feel freedom again somehow…

 

The lake was calm with waters deep,

The sky so blue, the wind on hold…

I wondered if she could not see

That with her gone, my heart is stone.

 

She saw the tears run down my face,

My lips turned blue with blood so cold.

My soul was looking for (a) new place

To leave my body on its own.

 

I could not feel a thing no more…

The world got dark and froze with fear.

My feelings gone, my thoughts a blur

The end was coming, death was near.

 

And then she touched me deep inside,

She hold my heart, brought back my soul

“I won’t leave you, it’s not the time.

You have the spirit to fight for more.”

 

 

 

Copyright Anna E.R. Walczak

23.06.2014 

Baltic Sea