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ÖBV Grabenfest 2004

3 FARBEN: weiss - music of peace

23. – 25. Juni 2004

Künstler

Ruth Weiss

die vom San Francisco Chronicle einst "Goddess of the Beat-Generation" genannt wurde, ist ein drahtiges kleines Energiebündel mit blitzend neugierigen Augen, knallrotem Kurzhaarschopf und einer Stimme, die von langen Nächten und unzähligen Zigaretten erzählt - irgendwo zwischen Amanda Lear und Marianne Faithfull.

Ihre Poesie trägt Ruth Weiss gemeinsam mit Jazz-Musikern vor. Weiss schreibt Jazz in Worten, wie es der Autor Jack Hirschmann einmal formuliert hat: "Others read to jazz or write from jazz. Ruth Weiss writes jazz in words."

Ein einmaliges Erlebnis die Ikone der Beat Generation, Ruth Weiss, in Wien live bewundern zu können.

White is all colors

snowflakes
each from the same pattern
not one like another

sie weiss was sie weiss
sie weiss nichts
she knows what shw knows
she knows nothing
she travels book in hand
the pages are blank
the story is about to be born

the stories are the milky way
beyond borders
beyond colors
white is a color
white ist alle colors
white gopld the soul
the goal to its perfection

the paper is blank
white
poised
for a new start
the story of the heart

it is told
from the people of turtle island
when the buffalo
color of mud
birth a baby all white
it will usher in
a time of peace
that baby is born

ships of the desert
sailing on the horizon
a camel kneels
to birth her babe
it is white
that baby is always white

snowflakes each from the same pattern
not one like another

a cave in the dark continent
the rock glistens
image of the ancient white goddess
each hair a beam of light

peaks of snow
up the harsh crags
hand over hand
toehold over the abyss
here is the hid
velvet to the touch & white
das edelweiss –
token of the faith

butterfly on blossom
white on white
first taste of spring

white dove on the wing
olive branch in beak
signals
disappear fear
a haven is near

the bells are ringing
no more procrastination
the bells are ringing

a promise kept
the ugly duckling
now a white swan

white light & soft
surround
as often as each creation
its universal glow
infused the musicof the spheres
holy hallowed halo
SANCTUS
danke
thank you

the gate is open
we have comme to the last gate
we have to unlock

the point become line
become circle is the point

snowflakes
each from the same pattern
not one like another

Ruth Weiss