Werckmeister Harmonies
- Year:
- 2000
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For Jumi
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WERCKMEISTER HARMONIES
Ten o'clock! Closing up!
Gentlemen, please!
Just wait a bit for Valuska
to show us.
Leave it out!
Valuska. Come on.
Show us.
Let's make some room for Valuska
to show us!
You are the Sun.
The Sun doesn't move.
This is what it does.
You are the Earth.
The Earth is here for a start
and then the Earth moves
around the Sun.
And now...
we'll have an explanation
can also understand
about immortality.
All I ask is that you step with me
into the boundlessness
where constancy,
quietude
and peace,
infinite emptiness reign.
And just imagine that
in this infinite sonorous silence
everywhere
is an impenetrable darkness.
Here we only experience
general motion
and at first we don't notice
the events we are witnessing.
The brilliant light of the Sun
always sheds its heat and light
on that side of the Earth
which is just then turned towards it.
And we stand here
in its brilliance.
This is the Moon.
The Moon revolves around the Earth.
What is happening?
We suddenly see
that the disc of the Moon,
the disc of the Moon...
on the Sun's flaming sphere
makes an indentation
and this indentation,
the dark shadow, grows bigger...
and bigger.
And as it covers more and more,
slowly, only a narrow crescent
of the Sun remains,
a dazzling crescent.
And at the next moment...
the next moment, say that
it's around one in the afternoon,
a most dramatic
turn of events occurs.
At that moment...
Can you feel it?
The sky darkens
and then goes all dark.
The dogs howl,
rabbits hunch down,
the deer run in panic,
run, stampede in fright.
And in this awful,
incomprehensible dusk
even the birds...
the birds too are confused
and go to roost.
And then... complete silence.
Everything that lives is still.
Are the hills going to march off?
Will Heaven fall upon us?
We don't know.
We don't know,
for a total eclipse has come upon us.
But...
but no need to fear, it's not over.
For across the Sun's glowing sphere
slowly the Moon swims away.
And the Sun once again bursts forth
and to the Earth slowly
and warmth again floods the Earth.
Deep emotion pierces everyone.
They have escaped
the weight of darkness.
That's enough! Out of here,
you tubs of beer!
But Mr Hagelmayer,
it's still not over.
Mr Eszter!
Mr Eszter!
Uncle Gyuri come on.
You're getting cold.
Please come.
Your socks too.
Sleep well.
FANTASTIC:
THE WORLD'S LARGEST GIANT WHALE!
GUEST STAR:
THE PRINCEGood evening.
You're late today, Jnos.
How's Jnos?
How are things in the cosmos?
Everything is fine.
Thanks.
Family tragedies
come in succession.
One just after the other.
of itself. They simply disappear.
And nobody knows anything about it.
Now don 't tell me that this is
normal. A normal proceeding.
The world has gone completely mad.
Now it's not down here but up there
where something's gone wrong.
For in November
the Radio says that it's 17 below.
There's a shortage of coal
and then to top it all.
There's the arrival of the circus.
They're bringing that horrible
great whale, and that Prince.
All of ten kilos.
They say he's carried in their arms,
has to be.
And for that matter,
he's got three eyes.
I don't know if that's true or not.
They say that he's taken
from town to town
and makes that godless,
monstrous speech.
Nobody knows for sure.
Even those who were there
don't understand it!
They say that
in the market square of Sarkad,
when they were bringing
the Prince around,
the clock of the church
began to go, just like that.
The clock that had stopped years ago,
and there it started all over again.
And the poplar tree fell.
A great crack
and out came its roots
from the concrete.
There isn't anyone who dares
They're afraid of being attacked,
burgled, robbed.
Plundered, stabbed, raped.
You have to keep a dog.
The mind just boggles.
You have to have a dog
for these rascals.
But once again
nothing is sacred.
They went and pulled down
the statues in the Gondocs Gardens.
They stole the headstones
from the graveyard.
So how can you explain
all this in normal terms?
The mysterious unknown plagues
are here.
Great frozen mountains of refuse
are everywhere.
People bolt the door and tremble,
dreading what is to come.
It's certain that
something is to come.
How's our Jnos?
- Have you seen them?
- No. Who?
You don't know anything?
- No.
- Listen.
Apparently,
they came on the evening train
yesterday.
Because of the whale.
Well, you can never know.
You can never know
anything for sure.
Some say there's at least
three hundred of them,
someone else
that there's only two of them
actually,
and that the whole attraction
is the most frightening thing
that you would ever see.
It's also said that the whole thing
is just a cover-up for other things.
That when night comes,
they'll swoop down
on the peaceful inhabitants.
They also say...
the whale's got no part in it.
Then the next moment,
that the whale
is the cause of it all.
What's sure is that
they're already looting.
They broke the windows
of the clothing shop.
The stoker saw that
with his own eyes.
If I go that way,
I'll take a look.
Goodbye.
I have to make it clear
that not even for a moment
it is not a technical
but a philosophical question.
So that the tonal system in question,
through research,
has led us inevitably
to a test of faith,
in which we ask:
On what do we base our belief
that this harmony,
the core of every masterpiece,
referring to its own irrevocability,
actually exists or not?
From this it follows
not research into music,
but a unique realisation
of non-music
which for centuries
has been covered up
and a dreadful scandal
which we should disclose.
Hence the shameful situation
that all the intervals
in the masterpieces of many centuries
are false.
Which means
that music
and its harmony and echo,
its unsurpassable enchantment
is entirely based
on a false foundation.
Yes, we have to speak
of an indisputable deception,
even if those who are less sure,
a little moderate,
babble on about compromise.
But what kind of compromise,
when for the majority
pure musical tonality
is simply illusion,
and truly pure
musical intervals do not exist?
Here we have to acknowledge
the fact
that there were ages more
fortunate than ours,
those of Pythagoras
and Aristoxenes,
when our forefathers
were satisfied with the fact
instruments
were played in only some tones,
because they were not troubled
by doubts,
for they knew that heavenly harmonies
were the province of the gods.
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