Perhaps one day
Perhaps one day, while moving through an air glassy and barren... It's the incipit of a beautiful poem by Eugenio Montale. Montale, Nobel prize for literature, was a translator too, but I don't know if he ever translated that poem:
Forse un mattino andando in un'aria di vetro, arida, rivolgendomi, vedrò compirsi il miracolo: il nulla alle mie spalle, il vuoto dietro di me, con un terrore da ubriaco.
Poi, come s'uno schermo, s'accamperanno di gitto alberi, case, colli per l'inganno consueto. Ma sarà troppo tardi; ed io me n'andrò zitto tra gli uomini che non si voltano, col mio segreto.
(Eugenio Montale, Forse un mattino andando in un'aria di vetro. Ossi di Seppia, 1925).
Anyway, here's my translation:
Perhaps one day while moving through an air glassy And barren, I’ll turn around and see the prodigy set up: The Void behind my back, the Emptiness beside Me, with a drunkard’s terror.
Then, as on a screen, suddenly will appear Trees houses hills, for their customary deceit. But it will be too late; and silent I’ll move on Amidst men who do not turn around – my secret held within me.
(Eidon's translation, Perhaps one day while moving through glassy air. Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International.)
Written in 1925, right in the middle of the Roaring Twenties, just at the border between the age of certainties and the age of uncertainties — with science, music, the humanities, the fine arts, philosophy, and politics, all breaking the convenient stability of the “old models” and opening up to a brave new world in which the only certainty was uncertainty, this work perfectly captures the turmoil of a humanity forced to leave the Itachan shores of classical beliefs and venture in the Unknown which lies beyond the knowledge's Pillars of Hercules. The Void behind our back, the Emptiness beside us leave us “with a drunkard’s terror“: we cannot cancel the newly acquired awareness of the “customary deceit”, a deceit that affects everyone else – those who do not question the truth – the “men who do not turn around”. It is too late for that now. What else can we do then but silently moving on, with our secret held within us?
I took this beautiful poem and my translation and I fed them into my music algorithm. I chose a rather fast tempo and for instruments overdriven guitar, percussions, drums, two bass guitars, and Cimbalon. I added a sound effect and timpani at the end. The result is a “heavy” track – one that, to my ear, captures well the turmoil of the poem this music springs from. What's your opinion? Does the soundtrack matches the poem?
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