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Louis Esterhuizen. Iets oor musiek, liriek en poësie

Thursday, September 26th, 2013

 

Dat daar die afgelope jare ‘n steeds nouerwordende band tussen poësie en musiek bestaan, is ‘n gegewe. En ‘n goeie voorbeeld hiervan is een van my gunsteling musiekgroepe uit die 1980s, naamlik die Ierse groep The Waterboys, met die legendariese Mike Scott (foto) as kreatiewe dryfstang in hul enjin. Nie net was Scott se eie lirieke besonder poëties nie, met “Old England” as een van my gunstelinge, maar hy het ook van meet af gedigte van William Butler Yeats by hul musiek betrek. So was daar  “The Stolen Child” (op die album Fisherman’s Blues, 1988) en “Love and Death” (op die album Dream Harder, 1993).

Met hul mees onlangse album het Scott egter nou dié skatpligtigheid tot sy ekstreme geneem: ál twintig liedjies op An Appointment with Mr. Yeats is gebaseer op gedigte van W.B. Yeats; daarom dat ‘n onderhoud wat met Mike Scott gevoer is deur Gene Myers op NorthJersey.com my aandag getrek het. (Terloops, dié onderhoud is gevoer in die aanloop na die Bergen Musiekfees wat môre plaasvind en waarby The Waterboys betrokke is.)

William Butler Yeats

Op die vraag oor sy fassinasie met die groot Ierse digter, het Scott soos volg geantwoord: “My mum, who is a college lecturer, used to talk about him in hushed tones. So I grew up with the idea of Yeats as the great master poet. I read his poetry in my teens and liked it but didn’t understand it. Came back to it in my 20s when I was more ready for him. As for my connection – well, I like his power, the archetypal authority he assumes when he writes, his understanding of subtler worlds, of human processes. And I share his interests – love, mythology, the mystic, Ireland, etc.”

Oor die verwantskap tussen poësie en musiek het Scott die volgende te sê gehad: “I think poetry works with music in two ways: 1) as recitation, sympathetically read over an appropriate musical soundtrack. It’s quite an art, getting it right. And 2) as the setting of poem sung to music as a melody, which is also an art and in most cases requires of the poem that it rhyme and scan like a song lyric […] I experience them in their pure forms quite differently. Poetry acts on my mind first as a route to emotion and spirit. Music works on the emotion and spirit first and needn’t even engage the mind.”

Nou ja, toe. Vir jou leesplesier volg die liriek van “Old England” hieronder.

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Old England

 

Man looks up on a yellow sky
And the rain turns to rust in his eye
Rumours of his health are lies
Old England is dying
His clothes are a dirty shade of blue
And his ancient shoes worn through
He steals from me and he lies to you
Old England is dying
Still he sings an empire song
Still he keeps his navy strong
And he sticks his flag where it I’ll belongs
Old England is dying
You’re asking what makes me sigh now
What it is makes me shudder so well
I just freeze in the wind and I’m
Numb from the pummelin of the snow
That falls from high in yellow skies
Down on where the well loved flag of
England flies
Where homes are warm and mothers sigh
Where comedians laugh and babies cry
Where criminals are televised politicians
fraternize
Journalists are dignified and everyone is
civilized
And children stare with Heroin eyes
Old England!
Evening has fallen
The swans are singing
The last of sunday’s bells is ringing
The wind in the trees is sighing
And old England is dying

 

© The Waterboys

 

 

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