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D Conors Oct 2010
(O Fortuna! had re-gained popular attention when it was chosen as the theme song for the film, The Omen, the story of a child who was the Anti-Christ.
The entire performance of Orff's Carmina Burana is gripping and spine-chilling. I had the pleasure of watching it from a box seat the the Broward Centre for the Performing Arts back in 1999, played by the Florida Philharmonic (defunct) led by maestro James Judd--it terrified me so much I couldn't sleep for days!-D)

1. O Fortuna (Chorus) (O Fortune)

O Fortuna O Fortune,
velut luna like the moon
statu variabilis, you are changeable,
semper crescis ever waxing
aut decrescis; and waning;
vita detestabilis hateful life
nunc obdurat first oppresses
et tunc curat and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem, as fancy takes it;
egestatem, poverty
potestatem and power
dissolvit ut glaciem. it melts them like ice.
Sors immanis Fate - monstrous
et inanis, and empty,
rota tu volubilis, you whirling wheel,
status malus, you are malevolent,
vana salus well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis, and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata shadowed
et velata and veiled
michi quoque niteris; you plague me too;
nunc per ludum now through the game
dorsum nudum I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris. to your villainy.
Sors salutis Fate is against me
et virtutis in health
michi nunc contraria, and virtue,
est affectus driven on
et defectus and weighted down,
semper in angaria. always enslaved.
Hac in hora So at this hour
sine mora without delay
corde pulsum tangite; pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem since Fate
sternit fortem, strikes down the strong man,
mecum omnes plangite! everyone weep with me!
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About:
"Carmina Burana is a scenic cantata composed by Carl Orff in 1935 and 1936. It is based on 24 of the poems found in the medieval collection Carmina Burana. Its full Latin title is Carmina Burana: Cantiones profanæ cantoribus et choris cantandæ comitantibus instrumentis atque imaginibus magicis"

"Orff first encountered the text in John Addington Symonds's 1884 publication Wine, Women and Song, which included English translations of 46 poems from the collection. Michel Hofmann, a young law student and Latin and Greek enthusiast, assisted Orff in the selection and organization of 24 of these poems into a libretto, mostly in Latin verse, with a small amount of Middle High German and Old Provençal. The selection covers a wide range of topics, as familiar in the 13th century as they are in the 21st century: the fickleness of fortune and wealth, the ephemeral nature of life, the joy of the return of Spring, and the pleasures and perils of drinking, gluttony, gambling and lust."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmina
Burana_
by Carl Orff
(July 10, 1895(1895-07-10) – March 29, 1982)
BardOfTheNorth Apr 2015
"O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis;
obumbrata
et velata
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!"
Written in the early 13th century. Later translated into song by Carl Orff, in Carmina Burana.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
it becomes black and white
after this point...
  
  um...

     zee vest... und zee
     clinging onto gustav 'olst

(because why not,
it's ha ha ęglish...
     mind to match up to:
   a macron
hovering to extend,
  i.e.            
                  eeeeeeeee as in: in)

  oh very much so...
    this is the one time that
i gave a speech:
      that, never took place...

it's one of those frivolous...
airy-fairy
   concerns for activity that
doesn't remind of:
the dead and passing...

O fortuna!
      and then the synonym,
to a "lesser" extent
by lev knipper
    in the form
            of victor gusev...

don't know:
but... a crescendo beginning?
   what's the impetus vector
to begin with a zenith
equivalent of an *******
and end...
in the nadir...
         of a transcendental
   morality encompassing
all existence,
within the confines of
a question...

that's my problem...
   philosophy, psychology...
and always having to
dig trenches, resort to...
    allowing being caged
by a question...
      can you really begin with
a crescendo in music?
sure as **** we know
what the star of bethlehem
ended up providing us with...

)  ever experience
those rare instances of
auditory hallucination
that you
counter-cognition-in-"solipsism"
                       entertain?
i.e. the word: loser?                     (

and "they" literally "thought"
this wouldn't become
a pandora's box,
  better still:
                     a cassandra's box...
within the confines of
expressing a case for past war,
spilled blood...
and a vocal exercise
that comes after...

   sors immanis -

   and if not?
then that's just
         plain dumb plebian...

quod per sortem
                             sors salutis...

yet not this crescendo at birth,
not this...
               at least the waiting "game"...
not this...
         perhaps i could have
vacated a minor social role...

  instead this hyper-inflated
            detached hand,
scuttling across the pavement
up up-side-down
        pavements of walls,
in synchro. to imitating
   anti-gravity spiders...

        trying to trap a tongue
with its weaving a Lelí-Beth
                    alpha-through-to-omega
construct...­
      akin to a miraculous memory...
a violin (a priori)
              and a violinst (a posteriori)?
  who knows!
all the musical "geniuses"
           learned to play an instrument
as children...
          their creativity was
only secondary!
      
                    they were given the gift
of implanted technicality!
          and worked from it...

             and what was i given?
                 nothing i could want
to invert into making myself
  a concern for replica, or emulation...

              i, stand, as a dead tree,
before a pyramid... of sisyphus...
because sure as ****
   those pyramids do not belong
to the egyptian pharaohs or
the hebrew slaves...
      not now... not tomorrow...
perhaps before the shadow of
the eiffel tower overshadowed
the former perceived sun-dials of giza...

       if ever in want of exploring space,
beginning with mars?
lose the shadow you've erected.
  and compensate
    eating glass while sifting
through sand...

   what is perplexing though...
        so narcissus saw a reflection
in a lake...
        ever look at your reflection
in a window?
         what the hell is admirable
about it?
                         it's haunting!

only photograph is an elevation
of the mirror...

        even during the night
a reflection in glass is haunting...
   not: ******* / ego orientated...

i went to a funeral of a teacher once...
implored by her class students...
didn't know her...
                but it was a...
who the hell goes to a funeral
   aged 5 / 6 / 7
             among boys who
pretended to be the choir?

           you know what i remember...
the husband crying...
          the agony on his face,
the ****** restrictions of laughter
only eased by crying...
           which is not exactly
a prolonged form of mourning...

yeah... weird childhood friends...
   some of them ended up
in jail...
      and i'm supposedly "lucky"
writing this juxtaposing verse.

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