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Exerpt of my adaption of the Orpheus and Eurydice myth.

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Without song and sound

Singing is existence. A hint about nothing. The kept-at-silence stands in reprieve. Lost without repercussion. Incoherently left on ones own. What stays without song and sound? For once and for all it‘s Orpheus when it sounds. Because the two are one. He leaves and leaves. His presence elsewhere, subsistence exceeded, a shadow falls. Sound is made to noise in the city of decline. No sound is safe in this uproar. Again and again broken by dark and fall, by stagger and sound. Finding her this noisecontorted will be difficult. And what really stays without song and sound? What stays stays. The other doesn‘t.

Text may contain traces of R. M. Rilke‘s "Die Sonette an Orpheus" Read Less