Composer: Richard Wagner Artists: René Kollo (tenor), Ulrik Cold (bass), Theo Adam (bass),Gisela Schröter (contralto), Reid Bunger (baritone), Fred Teschler (bass), Rundfunkchor Leipzig, Rundfunkchor Berlin, Thomanerchor Leipzig, Rundfunk-Sinfonie-Orchester Leipzig, Herbert Kegel (conductor)
“Wagner’s most elusive and enigmatic opera, Parsifal has given scholars much to think about it since its premiere in 1882. A cryptic mixture of Christian, pagan and oriental elements, as well as containing some nods to the 19th-century writings of Schopenhauer, the opera follows the medieval legend of the knights of the Holy Grail. With their leader Amfortas gravely injured, the Knights are in trouble, and turn to the unlikely hero Parsifal to steal back the holy spear Amfortas possessed when he was seduced and stabbed by Klingsor, an embittered ex-knight. On the way, Parsifal must battle the temptations of the flower maidens and the manipulative Kundry – this in addition to him discovering more about his own past. Wagner’s last opera, Parsifal deals centrally with the theme of Mitleid, or compassion, a redemptive quality that is underlined by Wagner’s gloriously sublime score.”
Hero out of time
voice of perfection,
music without words, sublime
without designated date
rides, seeker of the true fate
hallowed are funny, pointing stars
painted in the future without failed distant wars
mercy and judgment of planet Mars
truth not presented as mocking farce
human space exempt from anger
child innocence excused from danger
traveled Road is no longer acting stranger
Fallen warrior, quietly will rise
invoking twist a magick surprise
a test of iron will, solar wind, traveling advice
price…
nothing in life does not exist without price!
Step forward, roll the glorious dice
tear down the alluring voice of dark vice
some debts are paid in stiff cold-blood
sometimes foolishness is hidden in the jealous flood
many times words are not enough
Do you ever wonder?
what future, will be brought…
naked is the flawed, blinded Tzar
the distant sound of rings is now not that far
Do you wear the tragic mark…
are you blamed, by the hidden scar?
Bright gold is made for mesmerized fools
ignorance has nothing to lose, nothing to prove
Poseidon's harpoon,
red skies rooted in the unspoken doom and gloom
life and death spoiled together in the Red Room…
destiny elevated in a safe harbor, immaculate lagoon
Truth shines even under the power of the blue moon
What will you do?
Listen to the cold chilling, howling wind
start to swing
be hypnotized and just sing?
New might, be embraced by the green polar wind
will you help when helpless are in dire need?
What will you do, when a poor mouth has to be fed?
Will you bleed,
for lone cry engulfed in innocence…
heroes journey is born without the childish impotence
In a dark mainframe, many will lose their unproven name
many hands will be hushed down in eternal shame
many voices will in black confusion start to hate
Death and sorrow, delivered at a delusional rate
under the new will, emerging is the blessed Aryan fate
Knight is the One who chooses
The night is the blameless name set on the loose
In the dark, hidden hand is a specter ready to abuse
Frozen are ley lines
hidden are long-forgotten smiles
fire is lit in the last untapped mine
What hour, at last, will arise?
When only honor and bravery will suffice
The answer brings the Graal
to the One…
which heart is not born vacant and unpleasantly small
Do you really, wish to see it all?
Sail, in a dark accusing storm
accept your true dormant form
under butchering hail
Only the blameless heart will prevail
The rest,
awaits provoking and sharp rusty nail
innocent heart
can never truly fail
My old friend, Hail!
sail…Hidden Rose
Pierce the veil.
I hope this is good enough, I don’t have more time….maybe on this one, I will make changes in the future…
I did not check for mistakes, as usual, if there is something awkwardly written, just skip it…
You can always enjoy the timeless beauty of Wagners Parsifal, nobody has to read my ramblings.
Cheers, have a great day!
A poem for such times as these indeed!
I just found a book concerning the theatre of Richard Wagner.
I shall read it today with cats, and tea, and pipe.
Thank you H.P.
Thank you for this HP and let me apologize too for any problems you may have had with my family. Outside of Orage they are all and always have been as useless as ice cubes in the artic. And you my friend have been an asset since day 1.