[The lyrics below were previously written as a sonnet by D.S.Yarab, inspired by the correspondence and writings of Maria Theresa written upon the loss of her husband, Emperor Francis I, in 1765, when she was 48 years old. They were pulled into service as lyrics and set to music created through the use of artfully crafted prompts, trial and error, and poor judgment, using AI at Udio.com. As always, neither lyricists nor composers are at risk of displacement by my efforts or the advancements of AI.]
Lyrics of Widow’s Lament Of Maria Theresa
The sun, once bright, now veiled in somber black, The stars, extinguished, forsake their shining light, I wander through this never-ending night, In search of solace that I forever lack.
Within, a void remains since your farewell, No more your smile, your voice that warmed my core, No longer does your love and warmth restore, I’m left yearning, my being an empty shell.
Impatience grows, my heart craves the bier, A longing to escape this realm of woe, To find release, to rest forevermore, And bid farewell to all I hold below.
I find no solace but in toil and strain, And close my soul so pain no longer reigns.
Music and lyrics for Angelus Novus, Angel of History. Lyrics inspired by Walter Benjamin’s essay, in which he dubbed Paul Klee’s Angelus Novus the angel of history. Music created through use of udio.com.
Angelus Novus, monoprint, 1920, by Paul Klee.
The Lyrics below were written by D.S. Yarab, and inspired by Walter Benjamin’s 1940 essay, On the Concept of History, in which Walter Benjamin dubbed Paul Klee’s Angelus Novus the Angel of History in the following haunting paragraph: “A Klee painting named Angelus Novus shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.” The music was created with artful prompts using AI at Udio.com.
It is safe to observe that neither lyricists nor composers are at risk of displacement. For proof, see, at the end of this post, below the transcription of my lyrics, the video of the work by the artist Laurie Anderson, who used the same Benjamin essay for inspiration for her work, “The Dream Before.” I came across her work several days after I posted my video and thought it would make a good addition to the original post so amended my post to include it.
Audio file of Eyes of Stone, an alternative musical setting of the Lyrics below.
Lyrics to “Angelus Novus, Angel of History” by Donald S. Yarab
Verse:
Angelus Novus stands alone, Gazing back with eyes of stone, Mouth agape, wings open wide, Witness to the endless tide.
Chorus:
Angelus, angel of history, Wreckage piled, a single catastrophe, Storm from Paradise, wings unfurled, Propels him onward, to the future hurled.
Verse:
Where we see events unfold, He sees ruins, stories told, Wreckage piling at his feet, Dreams of wholeness, incomplete.
Chorus:
Angelus, angel of history, Wreckage piled, a single catastrophe, Storm from Paradise, wings unfurled, Propels him onward, to the future hurled.
Verse:
Storm of progress, fierce and strong, Drives him ever, far along, Backwards facing, forward thrust, Dreams of past now turned to dust.
Chorus:
Angelus, angel of history, Wreckage piled, a single catastrophe, Storm from Paradise, wings unfurled, Propels him onward, to the future hurled.
Verse:
Angel yearning, dead to wake, Mend the shattered, for their sake, But the storm, it will not cease, Angel’s plight, no sign of peace.
Chorus:
Angelus, angel of history, Wreckage piled, a single catastrophe, Storm from Paradise, wings unfurled, Propels him onward, to the future hurled.
Coda:
Angelus Novus, forward driven, By the storm, no peace is given, Angel of history, face of sorrow, Through the wreckage, towards tomorrow.
The past few days I have been researching the muse of History, Clio. That led me to read (and re-read) a highly academic article written by Stephen Bann in 1987 entitled “Clio in Part: On Antiquarianism and the Historical Fragment.” Aside from leading me to then read a wonderful essay by Nietzche entitled “On the Use and Abuse of History,” it led me to view the Paul Klee monoprint above, Angelus Novus. About which:
Walter Benjamin purchased the monoprint in 1921. Mr. Benjamin committed suicide in 1940 to escape the Nazis. In any event, in the ninth thesis of his 1940 essay “On the Concept of History”, Walter Benjamin describes Angelus Novus as an image of the angel of history and writes:
“A Klee painting named Angelus Novus shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
A useful explanatory work of scholarship explaining the work which I recommend is Behind the Angel of History: The “Angelus Novus” and Its Interleaf by Annie Bourneuf (University of Chicago Press, 2022). The YouTube video below is also a nice summary of the monoprint and Benjamin’s connection with it.
These flasks bear the image of Saint Menas, an early martyr of the Christian Church whose shrine was in the desert southwest of Alexandria in Egypt. These flasks were probably used by pilgrims to hold oil taken from the lamp that burned over this saint’s tomb. Probably manufactured near the shrine, pilgrim’s flasks often bear decorations hinting at their place of origin, as is the case here.
Yesterday, I enjoyed a preview of the Cleveland Museum of Art’s new exhibit, Africa and Byzantium, which will be on display from April 14 through July 21, 2024. Afterwards, I attended a curator lecture which pulled the artifacts in the exhibit together thematically. Many of the items in the display were absolutely stunning to see. I am always impressed by the quality of the exhibits which the CMA is able to display for its patrons. If you have the opportunity, and did not see this exhibit when it was at the MMA, do see it now. Link to information from the CMA is below.
Northcoast Antiquarian 