Panic Ensemble performed last night to a packed hall in Levontin 7. If you weren’t there you missed a thrilling evening. Even songs I’ve heard many times before, and have even performed with the group, were even more exciting than I’ve ever known them. There is something about their sense of play, even on tragic poems, that works.So sometimes they interpret my work in a contrary way, and the opposition opens up the poem. Sometimes they make me go crazy, as in the poem about Lot’s Wife.
SODOM
Look, look at the light
See the sky grow dark with the fire
Burning up, last night we were one
I want you to stay in my eyes
Oh the wildest nights
Holding the men
And women of Sodom
I want to love them all
Taste, drunk with the night,
Taste my blood grown thick with desire
Burning up, binded by love
I want them to stay in my arms
Oh the wildest nights
Holding the men
And women of Sodom
I want to love them all
Before us now – banal days
One life one love one lord
Empty land, no pleasure of love
I choose to bleach you from my heart
Oh the wildest nights
Holding the men
And women of Sodom
I am becoming salt.
Of course the text had to be altered to the music and pronunciation of Yael and Dirk, but the tragic music and tone, and the sense of ifcha mistabra, or taking the opposite side of the argument to see where it will go, remains.
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