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Connections. Brahms‘ Hungarian Dances freely associated.

Brahms‘ Hungarian Dances arranged by Thomas Dausgaard freely associated with texts by Eichendorff, Rilke, Trakl and others.

An invitation for ears and eyes.

Hungarian Dance No. 2: (click on the spotify button)

Laß dich die Welt nicht fangen,
Brich durch, mein freudig Herz,
Ein ernsteres Verlangen
Erheb dich himmelwärts!

Greif in die goldnen Saiten,
Da spürst du, daß du frei,
Es hellen sich die Zeiten,
Aurora scheinet neu.
 
from 'Durch! (1)'
by J.v. Eichendorff

Hungarian Dance No. 4:

Du Dunkelheit, aus der ich stamme,
ich liebe dich mehr als die Flamme,
welche die Welt begrenzt,
indem sie glänzt für irgendeinen Kreis,
aus dem heraus kein Wesen von ihr weiß.

Aber die Dunkelheit hält alles an sich:
Gestalten und Flammen, Tiere und mich,
wie sie’s errafft, Menschen und Mächte –

Und es kann sein: eine große Kraft
rührt sich in meiner Nachbarschaft.

Ich glaube an Nächte.

from 'Das Buch vom mönchischen Leben'
by R.M. Rilke

Hungarian Dance No. 8:

Ein Adler saß am Felsenbogen,
Den lockt′ der Sturm weit übers Meer,
Da hatt er droben sich verflogen,
Er fand sein Felsennest nicht mehr,
Tief unten sah er kaum noch liegen
Verdämmernd Wald und Land und Meer,
Mußt höher, immer höher fliegen,
Ob nicht der Himmel offen wär.

'Durch! (2)'
by J.v. Eichendorff

Hungarian Dance No. 9:

Werkleute sind wir:
Knappen, Jünger, Meister,
und bauen dich, du hohes Mittelschiff.
Und manchmal kommt ein
ernster Hergereister,
geht wie ein Glanz
durch unsre hundert Geister
und zeigt uns zitternd einen neuen Griff.
Wir steigen in die wiegenden Gerüste,
in unsern Händen hängt
der Hammer schwer,
bis eine Stunde uns die Stirnen küßte,
die strahlend und als ob sie alles wüßte
von dir kommt wie der Wind vom Meer.
Dann ist ein Hallen von
dem vielen Hämmern,
und durch die Berge geht es
Stoß um Stoß.
Erst wenn es dunkelt,
lassen wir dich los:
Und deine kommenden Konturen
dämmern.


Gott, du bist groß.

from 'Das Buch vom mönchischen Leben'
by R.M. Rilke

Hungarian Dance No. 17:

Wenn der Schnee ans Fenster fällt,
Lang die Abendglocke läutet,
Vielen ist der Tisch bereitet
Und das Haus ist wohlbestellt.

Mancher auf der Wanderschaft
Kommt ans Tor auf dunklen Pfaden.
Golden blüht der Baum der Gnaden
Aus der Erde kühlem Saft.

Wanderer tritt still herein;
Schmerz versteinerte die Schwelle.
Da erglänzt in reiner Helle
Auf dem Tische Brot und Wein.

                                           Georg Trakl

Hungarian Dance No. 18:

Es ist ein Reihen geschlungen
ein Reihen auf dem grünen Plan,
und ist ein Lied gesungen,
das hebt mit Sehnen an,
mit Sehnen allso süße,
daß Weinen sich mit Lachen paart:
Hebt, hebt im Tanz die Füße.
Auf lenzeliche Art.

  Otto Bierbaum (alias Möbius, Simplicissimus)

Hungarian Dance No. 19:

Kein Sieger glaubt an den Zufall.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Hungarian Dance No. 20:

Ich habe die ganze Welt auf der
Suche nach Gott durchwandelt
und Ihn nirgends angetroffen.

Müde und erschöpft wieder zuhause
angekommen sah ich ihn an
der Tür meines Herzens stehen

Und er sprach:
Hier warte ich auf Dich,
schon seit Ewigkeiten

Da bin ich mit ihm ins Haus gegangen

Unknown

Hungarian Dance No. 21:

Engel umschweben uns,
Wo wir auch gehn,
Engel umgeben uns,
Wie wir uns drehn.

from 'Engel umschweben uns' by Friedrich Rückert

	

What is humaneness?

What is humaneness?
Is it altruism?
Is it respecting each other?
Is it helping each other?
What is it, being human?
What is it, humaneness?

Humanity has suffered terrible wars,
genocides, illnesses, hunger, cruelty
- darkness of all kinds.

Where does this darkness in humanity
come from?
Where?
Nobody is born evil.

What is it that makes us act out of
darkness?

Maybe this darkness is coming out
of deep wounds in us.
Unhealed wounds.
Wounds we suffered as a child and
then carried on, wounds we often
carry with us around all our life.
If we don't heal those wounds, we act
out of fear, anger, hate, rage, sadness,
resignation, madness or insanity.
We are in truth very hurt and put
seemingly effectful layers on us to
protect ourselves from being hurt
again. But is this protection?
Or is it actually still acting
out of our wounds?
If we would be really healed,
we wouldn't need any protection.

What is humaneness?

I think being human means
giving each other.
That is our natural state.
Not taking away from each other.
What does it need to give each other?
I think it needs the respect for
our own feelings and with this the
respect for the feelings of others.
The free flow of energy, benevolent
gestures, affection and love towards
each other can not be forced.
But respecting each others feelings
is a first step to me.

Listen to Chaplin's gripping words
from the year 1940.
Every single word is timelessly relevant.

About answers.

Do we have answers?
Or is it an illusion that we have answers?
What kind of answers do we have?

We know how things function.
We know how electricity works.
How to learn something.
How to calculate numbers.
How to make something.
We have answers to 
the visible for our eyes.

But do we know why?
Why is there death?
Why is there life?
Why is the wild rose shaped like it is?
Why does our galaxy exist?
Why does humanity exist?
Why do you look exactly like you do
and I do exactly like I do?

We think we have all answers.
But do we really?
Don't we have actually very few?

We have answers to the how
but seldomly answers to the why.

This time of a pandemic shows this
correlation even clearer to me.
Our mind tries desperately to get control
over the situation.
What if this situation evades our mind?
What if all our concepts and strategies
'fighting the pandemic' don't work?
What if we lost the control over it?
What if actually nothing is under
our control?
And never was?

What then?

I believe in us we have a source.
A source for the why and
a source for the how.

Let us be in this very moment
with all our senses, guided by our heart.
Our mind knows how to realize something.
Our heart knows, why.

                                                                       AR

Quietly. Rachmaninov’s Vesper.

Leise.

Leise, jedoch ernst.
Aus dem Fühlenden kommend.
Loslassend.
Worte finden sich erst.
Werden erst.
Lasst uns behutsam sein.
Nicht störend.
Den Fluss nicht unterbrechend.
Die Schöpfung unserer selbst.
Jeden Tag neu.
       
                                             AR
____


Quietly.

Quietly, yet serious.
Coming from the feeling.
Letting go.
Words will be found eventually.
Will be eventually.
Let us be gentle.
Not disturbing.
Not interrupting the flow.
The creation of ourselves.
Everyday new.

                                    AR

About a stormy life. Rachmaninov’s 2nd piano concerto.

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Was für ein stürmisches Leben!
Ist es nicht?
Was für ein Sturm ist es?
Warm, kalt?
Leben gebärend oder zerstörerisch?
Hängt es nicht von der Sicht des
Betrachters ab?
Vielleicht!
Oder doch - sicherlich!
Sind es die Umstände? Oder ich selbst?
Ich bin frei.
Alles ist möglich! Tutto è possibile!
Everything is possible!

_______

What stormy life it is!
Isn't it?
What kind of storm is it?
Is it warm or cold?
Life giving or destructive?
Doesn't it depend on the perspective of the viewer?
Maybe!
Or yet - for sure!
Is it the circumstances? Or is it me?
I am free.
Everything is possible! Tutto è possibile!
Alles ist möglich!
Wheatfield under thunderclouds, Van Gogh

About simplicity. Brahms‘ Händel-Variations for piano.

Brahms: Variations and Fugue on a Theme of Händel in B flat major, op. 24
Listen to Brahms' Händel-Variations.
I find in it: simplicity.
Simplicity in its expression
which makes it unmissably expressive.
I find truth in it.
Truth in expression.

The music flows from the heart
and goes to the heart.
''Von Herzen -
möge es wieder zu Herzen gehen''
as Beethoven wrote to his Missa solemnis.
Immensely joyful this music is but also
very dramatic, full of sadness, lamenting,
comforting and peaceful.

I see the sea in front of me in all
its different colours and depths
when I listen to this music.

I find God in it.
And myself.
The whole world,
like a shimmering caleidoscope.

Music is more than just entertainment.
Music teaches me about God, life
and myself .
Music is about the essence.
Existential.
It lets me connect to my inner fountain.

Simplicity.

I believe
in the end
everything is very simple.
If we dare 
to listen to our soul. 
There lies all truth.
Be free, my friend.

                                    AR
Seascape near Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, Van Gogh

About transience.

The leaves are falling,
falling as if from far up,
as if distant gardens were
withering in the skies.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely gentle,
are holding up all this falling.
  
                                                                R.M. Rilke
J.S. Bach Partita C minor BWV 997
Sarabande & Gigue
My life.
I want to live it 
aware that I might not be
in human form anymore
tomorrow.
My soul:
A caleidoscope.
The human body:
a temporary home on earth,
home for my soul. 

Why is there transience?
Why can't everything stay as it is?
Fear of death.
Which fear could be more existential?
What is fear of death?
Fear of death is the fear of being loved - 
Unconditionally.
Bach-Hess Chorale
'Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring'

About real time. The Finale of Mahler’s 10th symphony.

Mahler Symphony No. 10 V. Finale 
What is time?
We look at our watch and take this time for granted.
But is it the true time?
I don't think so.
That's just our self-made time.
Mathematically correct.
So what is the real time?

What time does our soul have?
The children's book 'The lost soul' 
with texts by Olga Tokarczuk 
is about a man who always lived 
much faster than his soul.
So he 'lost' it. And started living
slower, so his soul could catch up to him.
In the end they found each other again
and lived happily together.
In the time of the soul.

I think the time of our soul is much slower
than we live nowadays.
Very different.

It is no news that digesting something
emotionally takes much more time than
to just understand it with our mind.

So why don't we take our own time?
I imagine every soul has its very
own tempo.
But together they correspond to
each other.
Like in a huge symphony.
Every voice has its tempo but together
they correspond to something bigger,
they harmonise together.

We have to find out what is our time,
as the man in the book.
Otherwise we loose the connection to
our soul.

Our time nowadays is fast.
Very fast.
Too fast for our soul.
When do we really take time
to breath deeply?
When do we really take time to taste
what we eat?
To feel the air on our skin,
to digest the colours of nature?
To feel each other?

The Finale from Mahler's 10th symphony
speaks to me about this.
Listen to it.
Dive into another kind of time.
Let your soul correspond to it.
Breath.
Fulfill.

What a world would we have
if we would all live in our real time?
What a world.
Kandinsky 1913, Color study, Squares with Concentric Circles

Brahms‘ ‚Gesang der Parzen‘, ‚Song of the Fates‘. About our fears. About feelings.

Brahms: Gesang der Parzen

Es fürchte die Götter
Das Menschengeschlecht!
Sie halten die Herrschaft
In ewigen Händen,
Und können sie brauchen,
Wie's ihnen gefällt.
(...)
___________________________
Let the human race fear the Gods!
For they hold dominion
over them in eternal hands,
and can handle it
as it pleases them.
(...)
The triumph of truth.
or
The three Parcae spinning the fate of Marie de‘ Medici.
by Rubens
Maybe our biggest fear is the fear
of loosing ourselves.
We experience it in form of fear of death,
fear of loss of existance.
The fear of dying is maybe the fear
of not being us?
Is the fear of dying the fear
of really living?
Of not being deeply us,
not living out of our soul
but out of our mind.
If we are connected with our soul,
our feelings,
we are connected with God, our source to me.
Our feelings are real. They are the
language of our soul.
Not complicated theories and word
accumulations.
Not our concepts and our rules we have
about us, others and this world.
Not our morality or ethic.
It is our feelings to me.
We should take them seriously.
Especially all our abandoned feelings
as fear, anger, sadness etc.
Why are we so afraid of them?
I guess we learned at some early point in
life that it is dangerous to feel those
feelings. So we cut them off.
But they are still in us.
Our mind is sabotaging us in a way.
Surely to protect us. But this protection 
from our childhood isn't working anymore.
We are free now.

Free to feel any feeling.
We will not die of it.
That is an illusion.
We will probably more die of
suppressing our feelings.
Let yourself be led into Brahms'
'Gesang der Parzen'.
Feel the music with me if you like to.
You can write down what you feel,
paint or sing to it.
Enjoy your feelings.
Kompostion IV, Kandinsky
The leaves are falling,
falling as from far,
as distant gardens were withering
in the skies;
They are falling slowly and with a
negating gesture.

And in the nights the heavy earth is falling,
out of the stars into solitude.

We all are falling.
This hand is falling. And look:
it is in all of us.

But there is One
who is holding all this falling
infinitely gentle in his hands.
                
                        R.M. Rilke
If we live our life disconnected to our soul,
our feelings,
we live a life that is not ours.
Of course we are afraid.
We spent so much time disconnected
from our source then, God, nature, ... .
How much we suffer from this.
Pain and darkness are in that state our
constant companions.
Our soul is longing for us.
To guide us.
Since our soul, God, nature, our source
is the only thing in this world
that is true.
Our body will die one day.
But our soul is everlasting.