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Luca Francesconi: Herzstück

für Vokalensemble nach einem Text von Heiner Müller

(2012)

Today, the vaguely anarchic and surrealistic exploration of textual space that characterised so many of the vocal works of the historical avant-garde is no longer enough. The great change is that today there is no longer a fixed threshold of meaning that we can cross or even deconstruct: a clear boundary of meaning before or after the disappearance of the word.

The multiform sonority from which human words emerge can no longer be clearly distinguished from the noise of the world. For it is the word itself that has become noise, its meaning has been lost. The violent and ever-increasing flood of information that has inundated us for more than 20 years has not only destroyed all value, all quality, but also the attribution of a common meaning. Everything is the same as everything else, or so it now seems. The levelling of all qualities is incredibly crude, violent and crass. Of course, we can perceive this as a failure, as the total decay of a civilisation. Perhaps we are still anchored in a mass offar too manycomfortable certainties.

Rather than engaging with an archive of archaeological dogma, it is more stimulating to take up the challenge and use a text. I am convinced that it is essential to explore language beyond the phoneme, within its semantic and ‘sacred’ matrix, with the human being in flesh and blood in the world. Because we are in the process of losing it.
(Luca Francesconi, 2012)

 

 

Herzstück

 

EINS Darf ich Ihnen mein Herz zu Füßen legen.

ZWEI Wenn Sie mir meinen Fußboden nicht schmutzig machen.

EINS Mein Herz ist rein.

ZWEI Das werden wir ja sehn.

EINS Ich kriege es nicht heraus.

ZWEI Wollen Sie, daß ich Ihnen helfe.

EINS Wenn es Ihnen nichts ausmacht.

ZWEI Es ist mir ein Vergnügen. Ich kriege es auch nicht heraus.

EINS heult.

ZWEI Ich werde es Ihnen herausoperieren. Wozu habe ich ein Taschenmesser. Das werden wir gleich haben. Arbeiten und nicht verzweifeln. So, da hätten wirs. Aber das ist ja ein Ziegelstein. Ihr Herz ist ein Ziegelstein.

EINS Aber es schlägt nur für Sie.

 

Heiner Müller (Berlin, 1983)