T h e   I l l u m i n a t e d   T r a c e s   o f     L i g e i a

”The Illuminated Traces of Ligeia” is a chamber opera for 25 participants: 4 singers (soprano, mezzo soprano, tenor & bass singer), ensemble (flute, clarinet, percussion, accordion, zither, piano, violin & cello), choir (SSSAAATTBB), dancer & electronics.


The chamber opera is in 3 parts. The first part is based on a short novel called  ’The trail of your blood in the snow' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The second part is based on the short story ’Ligeia’ by Edgar Allan Poe. The third and last story is based on the short novel called ’The light is like water’ by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The libretto is written by Ylva Lund Bergner. Eleven small poems by Nordic poets (Maria Wine, Pentti Saarikoski, Harry Martinson, Stig Dagerman, Inger Christensen & Göran Sonnevi) are added to the libretto.


The main theme in the opera is to accept the inevitable; to see that the end of something can be the beginning of something else. Even though it suits the genre of chamber operas, it is called ’a visual audiodrama’ in the score.


 Link to the page for chamber opera: 

 The Illuminated Traces of Ligeia



Pieces that has been written for the chamber opera but can also be performed separately.

In order

Pas de Signal [help] P 1 (Preludium)

Deres ord (Act I, Scene 1) 

Blandande ljus i natten (Act I, Scene 2)

Nina's Inner Turmoil (NIT) (Act I, Scene 2)

Taivas noyrtyy (Act I, Scene 3)

Traces (P 1: Preludium, Act 1; Scene 1-4 & P 2: Interludium)

Pas de Signal [help] P 2 (Interludium)

Conqueror worm, verse I-III (Act I, Scene 4)

Pa godt og ondt (Act I, Scene 5) 

Pas de Signal [help] P 3 (Interludium)

Conqueror wormverse IV-V (Act II, Scene 11)

Den glimt jag sag (Act I, Scene 1) 

Palabras (Act I, Scene 1)

Oblivion (Act I, Scene 2)

Pas de Signal [help] P 4 (Postludium)

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L I B R E T T O; part I:III


I

Preludium

Instrumental [3 minutes]

Instruments: Flute, Clarinet, Percussion, Prepared Piano, Accordion, Zither, Violin & Cello

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Aria I [2 minutes]

Inger Christensen from ” Teksten” [Universaliteter]

Singer: Mezzo Soprano 

Instruments: Violin, Accordion & Zither

Location: Small Stage on the Left


Jeg ser de lette skyer                                   I see the light skies

Jeg ser den lette sol                                     I see the light sun

Jeg ser hvor let de tegner                            I see how easy they paint

Et endeløst forløb                                       An endless continuum

som om de føler tillid                                 as if they feel trust

Til mig der står på jorden                           To me standing on the ground

Som om de ved at jeg                                 As if they know that I

Er deres ord.                                               Am their words.

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E  L     R  A  S  T  R  O    ( T R A C E S )

By Ylva Lund Bergner (with inspiration from a novel by Gabriel García Márquez)


Characters: 

Nina D – soprano          

Will S – tenor          

Doctor – bass from choir


Instruments: Flute, clarinet, accordion, percussion, piano, zither, violin & cello

More: Live-electronics, Choir & Dancer          


ACT I

Scene 1

[Instrumental]

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A white blanket of snow is prevalent everywhere.

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Coro:                                                                Choir: 

Sonidos [Aaah.Ssch.Mm.]                               Sounds [Aaah.Ssch.Mm.]


A shiny silver vehicle waiting. A man and woman come walking.

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Elegant. The woman receives a rose from the man..When the man turns around, she puts a finger to her mouth. She has stung herself on the rose. They sit in the car. The man sees that she sucks on her finger.

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Will:                                                                   Will: 

¿Es algo grave?                                                  Is it bad?


Nina:                                                                 Nina:

No.                                                                     Not really.


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She smiles and shows her finger, where a diamond ring sparkles.

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Nina:                                                                Nina:

Es sólo un pinchazo.                                         It is just a little sting.


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They start their journey


[Projections of landscape on paper bricks around and on the stage.]


Passing the urban environment. A sign that says Bayonne. The woman watches the man. The man does not notice anything. Ecstatic about his power over the vehicle which he worships. The woman tries to give him a jam ball in his mouth. He refuses, spits and turns his head away. The woman is bleeding and exhausted. She connects the finger with a handkerchief and then hold the left arm with her hand and falls asleep. She wakes up and have blood on her clothes. She let the arm hang outside the window, convinced that the icy wind from the fields would have a healing effect.

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Coro:                                                                                       Choir:

Él venía de una familia sencilla,                                             Simple life was his origin,

Ella vino de una opuesta.                                                        the opposite to hers.

Pero,                                                                                        But, 

como a menudo                                                                       as opposites often attract,

opuestos se atraen,                                                                   became their first meeting 

tuvieron su primera reunión,                                                   the beginning of a story.

el comienzo de una historia.                                                    Innocence became 

La inocencia se convirtió                                                        a youthful intoxication.

en una intoxicación juvenil.                                                    Lost in ecstasy 

Perdido(s) en el éxtasis                                                           and sensuality,

y la sensualidad,                                                                      there was no way back.

no había vuelta atrás.                                                               But,

Pero, ¿qué viene después?                                                       what comes next?

La respuesta está en la mujer.                                                  The answer is inside of the woman. 

¿Era ésa la razón                                                                     Was that the reason

de su decisión de venir aquí?                                                  or their decision to come here?

La pregunta debería ser:                                                          The question should be:  

¿Hubiera sido diferente la historia                                          would the story have been different

si hubieran esperado?                                                              if they had waited?

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Nina:                                                                                      Nina: 

Si alguien nos quiere encontrar será                                      If someone wants to find us, it

muy fácil. Sólo tendrá que seguir el                                      will be easy. He only needs to

rastro de mi sangre en la nieve.                                             follow the traces of my blood in the snow.


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Then she thinks about what she said, and her face blushes in the first light of dawn.

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Nina:                                                                                    Nina:

Imagínate, un rastro de sangre en la                                     Imagine, a trace of blood in the snow,

nieve desde Madrid hasta París.                                           the whole way from Madrid to Paris. 

¿No te parece bello para una canción?                                 Wouldn’t it be nice for a song?

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[Canción de Nina]                                                               [Nina’s song]

Nina:                                                                                    Nina:

Él llegó, él vio y la siguió.                                                   He came, he saw and followed.

Siguió mi rastro en la nieve.                                                Followed my trace in the snow.

Una nieve que tenía un color.                                              A snow which had the colour.

El color del amor, la vida, la desesperanza.                         The colour of love, life, despair.

Él no pudo resistir                                                                He could not resist

para encontrar la fuente.                                                      to find the source.                              

Él no pudo resistir mi rastro.                                               He could not resist my trace.

Mi rastro de sangre es visible                                              My trace of blood is visible

sin parar desde Madrid hasta París.                                     the whole way from Madrid to Paris.

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They continue to travel. They are passing a sign that says Paris. At that point, the woman bleeds unchecked.

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Nina:                                                                                    Nina:

Mi vida se está quedando sin mí.                                         My life is running out of me.

[Ella habla en voz alta a sí misma.]                                     [She speaks aloud to herself]

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The man turns towards the woman. Becomes terrified. He calls out. Stops the car. Honks and looks desperately around him. Tries to lift the woman, but she is completely gone.

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Scene 2

The man rushes out of the car and end up quite suddenly in a chaos of people. He tries to see any help. When there is no help to see, he instead tries to take himself back to the car.

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II

Aria II [2 minutes]

Stig Dagerman from ”De dömdas ö” [chapter 7]

Instruments: Electronics

Singer/Mime: A Dancer

Location: Small Stage in the Back of the Big Stage


'...' Det finns en punkt i en människas liv                                          '...' There is a point in a human life

som är till för att inte beträdas.                                                          that exist to not be spoiled.

Den är som ett osynligt fyrtorn                                                          It is like an invisible lighthouse

som fungerar några gånger under ens liv                                          that function a few times during a life

och under det kortaste av ögonblick                                                 and during the shortest of moments

slungar ut en serpentin av                                                                 throws out a streamer of

bländande ljus i natten,                                                                     shining light in the night,

en svindlande sekund–                                                                      an astronomical second -

bara en sekund,                                                                                 only a second,

men det är nog.                                                                                 but that is enough.

Själva mörkret tycks klyvas                                                             Even the darkness seems to split

av en förfärlig vägg av ljus                                                              by a terrifying wall of light

och som en mal                                                                                and like a moth

dras man obönhörligt dit,                                                                 you are drawn to it inexoribly,

och så är plötsligt allting över:                                                         and, suddenly it is over:

ljuset slocknar                                                                                  the light fades away

men det brinner ännu på ens näthinnor                                            but it still burns on your retinas

och med ögonen blödande av ljus                                                    and with your eyes bleeding of light,

söker man sej fram                                                                           you reach for

till denna förut endast anade                                                            the previously only just imagined

hemlighetsfulla punkt,                                                                     mysterious point,

beredd på allt,                                                                                  ready for it all

beredd till att möta både frälsningen                                               ready to meet both the redemption

och undergången,                                                                             and the end,

den hela sanningen                                                                           the whole truth

eller den hela lögnen. '...’                                                                 or the whole lie. '...'


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When the man touches the car, the chaos around him stops. He turns around and sees that a green cross is lit. Someone has noticed him, and comes with a stretcher. He must speak to several people, but it is impossible to hear because it drowns in the music. Even the woman is questioned by a nurse. The man picks up the woman's handbag in the car and he presses her hand when he comes back with it to her. A new doctor comes to examine her.

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[Electrónica y Coro]

Coro:                                                                           Choir: 

Psst…[sonidos]                                                           Psst…[sounds]


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Nina:                                                                          Nina:

No te asustes.                                                             Don’t get scared.

Lo único que puede suceder                                      The worst thing that can happen

es que este caníbal me corte la mano                         is that this cannibal cuts off my hand

para comérsela.                                                          and eats it.


Médico:                                                                      Doctor:

No, amigos.                                                                No, my dear friends.

Este caníbal preferiría morirse de                              This cannibal would rather die

hambre antes que cortar                                             of hunger than cut off

una mano tan bella.                                                    a hand this beautiful.


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Scene 3

The doctor takes away the woman and puts up a hand to stop the man. The man stays without knowing what he will do, looks at the empty corridor in which the woman was brought away. He sits down on a wooden bench and falls asleep.

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III

Aria III [1 minute]

Pentti Saarikoski

Instruments: Accordion & Zither    

Singer: Bass Baryton

Location: Small stage on the right


Taivas nöyrtyy                                  The sky surrenders

ja ajattelu                                          and thoughts

ei vie mihinkään                                do not bring us anywhere

me olemme aina                                we are constantly

eksyksissä                                          lost 


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He tries to get information but nobody seems to notice him. He goes out of the hospital but all is chaos around him and he flees back to the hospital. He is like on the run. He does not know what to do. The woman has all the information he needs and he does not know where she is. In fact, the woman had intense care but dies two days later.

[10 seconds]


It is possible to see her on the small stage in the back of the stage, where she dies in agony.

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[Canción de Will]                                                                          [Will’s song]

Will:                                                                                                Will:

Él vino, él, el tonto, y estrangulado.                                               He came, him the fool, and strangled.

Estrangulado por el amor de su vida.                                             Strangled the love of his life.

Una vida que de él no es digna.                                                     A life of which he's not worthy.

Si alguna vez fue digan de él.                                                        If worthy was ever for him.


¿Cómo voy a pasar?                                                                       How can I ever go on?

Dame la oportunidad de empezar de nuevo.                                  Give me a chance to start over.

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At the same time as the woman is dying, the man lives in chaos and cannot find her. Everything becomes grayer after her death, and everything is harder. Even the man gets harder. After one week, someone ( a doctor at the hospital) tells him the truth. At this point, he has no feelings left. He sees the dead woman but leaves at once.

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Interludium

Instrumental [1 minute]

Instruments: Flute, Clarinet, Percussion, Prepared Piano, Violin & Cello 


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L I B R E T T O; part II:III


II

Aria IV [3 minutes]

Pentti Saarikoski from ” Hämärän tanssit”

Singer: Tenor 

Instruments: Violin & Accordion

Location: Small Stage on the Left


Hämärä tanssii

ei ole muuta maailmaa 

kuin se minkä hän 

puikoillaan hän kirjoitti lehmän kallon 

hämähäkinseitit riippuvat hänensormistaan kun hän tanssii 

hän tanssii kirjoittamaansa lusetta läpi 

Et tiedä tästä maailmasta mitään ellet ole katsonut 

sisiliskoa silmästä silmään, näin hän tanssii 

muurahaiset klipeävät hänen sääriään pitkin, kusevat 

hänen karvoihinsa, ryämivät 

hänen siemen johtimeensa sisään, syövät hänen 

voimansa, käärme 

työntää kielen hänen kormansa syvälle ja kuiskaa 

En minä 

joskin minä tiedän minä en kerro 

 

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The Dark One dances                                             

there is no other world                                             

than the one he                                                        

inscribed on a cow’s skull                                        

spiderwebs hang from his fingers he dances            

dances through the sentence he wrote                               

You know nothing of this world if you haven’t looked    

into a lizard’s eyes, he dances 

ants climb his legs, piss 

into his short hairs, crawl 

into his urethra, devour 

his strength, the serpent 

intrudes its tongue deep into his ear and whispers 

Not me 

I know but won’t tell


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Interludium 

Electronics

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L  I  G  E  I  A

By Edgar Allan Poe

Edited by Ylva Lund Bergner


Characters: 

Rowena – soprano          

Ligeia – mezzo soprano          

Man – bass baryton                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              


Instruments: Flute, Clarinet, Accordion, Percussion, Piano, Zither, Violin, Cello                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

More: Live-electronics, Choir & Dancer                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

 

A C T   I

Scene I 

Man on a divan. Dark room with long dark curtains, book shelves and candles. Rowena is standing in the shadow.

 

Man: 

Ligeia! Ligeia!                                                                                                                                                                                                       

I bring before mine eyes in fancy                                                                                     

the image of her who is no more.                                                                                    

 

Prerecorded:                                            

She came and departed as a shadow.

 

Choir:                                                                                       

The large eyes of Ligeia.

 

Man:                                                                                        

They became to me twin stars of Leda,                                                                                         

and I to them devoutest of astrologers.                                          

I felt always aroused 

within me 

by her large and luminous orbs.

 

Prerecorded  [technic: surround rotation]:       

The almost magical melody, modulation,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

distinctness and placidity                                                                                                          

of her very low voice-                                                                                                          

and by the fierce energy                                                                            

of the wild words.                                                                                                         

 

Man:                                                                                        

Without Ligeia I was                                                                                                                                                                                                                             


Rowena:                                                                  

Without Ligeia he was                                                                                                              

but as a child groping benighted.

but as a child groping benighted.                    

 

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 Scene 2

Ligeia on a distance, having spasmes in a bed on the small stage in the back. The man is watching, now standing, in despair. Rowena is more present.

 

Prerecorded:                                            

The wild eyes blazed 

with a too- 

 

Man:                                                                                        

too glorious effulgence; 

 

Prerecorded:                                            

the pale fingers became                                                                                                                                                                                                       


Man:                                                                                        

the pale fingers                                                                                       

of the transparent waxen hue of the grave, 

transparent

and the blue veins upon the lofty forehead  

the blue veins upon the lofty forehead

swelled and sank

impetuosly with the tides

of the gentle emotion. 

swelled and sank

 

Rowena:                                                                  

She wrestled with the shadow.

 

Choir:                                                                                        

Her longing with so wildly earnest 

a desire for the life 

which was (now) fleeing 

so rapidly away.


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Scene 3 

Red light. Giving up. Bad mood. Devilish. The man in the middle. The choir is around him.


Man & Choir: 

Who-  

who knoweth                                                                                    

the mysteries of the will 

with its vigor?                    

                                                                                                                                                          

Man doth not yield him

to the angels,                                                               

nor unto death utterly,

save only through                                          

the weakness of his feeble will.  


Repetition many times. Every time the dynamic of the choir gets stronger. Finally the choir is stronger than the man.

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Scene 4 

Ligeia like a terrible queenly shadow entity. Backlight. Mantle. Hair. Standing on a small upliftment. Choir in the hall or along the sides.


Ligeia & Choir/Electronics:                                            

Lo! 'tis a gala night         

Within the lonesome latter years!

An angel throng, bewinged, bedight                                                                                                              

In veils, and drowned in tears,                                                                                                                       

Sit in a theatre, to see                                                                                                                                     

A play of hopes and fears,                                                                                                                              

While the orchestra breathes fitfully                                                                                                              

The music of the spheres.                                                                                                                              

 

Choir:                                                                                             Prerecorded:

                                                  high                                              Mimes, in the form of God on

Mutter and mumble low, 

And hither and thither fly- 

                                                       go                                            Mere puppets they, who come and   

At bidding of vast formless things    

That shift the scenery to and fro,   

Flapping from out their Condor wings

 

Man:                                                                                               Choir/Prerecorded: 

That motley drama- oh,                                                                                                         be sure

                                                                                                       It shall not be forgot!

With its Phantom chased for evermore,                                        With its Phantom chased for evermore,

By a crowd                                                                                                           that seize it not, 

Through a circle that ever returneth in                                          Through a circle that ever returneth in 

                                                                                                       To the self-same spot,  

And much of Madness, and more of Sin,                                      And much of Madness, and more of Sin,

And Horror the soul of the plot.                                                    And Horror the soul of the plot. 

 

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Scene 5 

Flashing lights. Ligeia falls to the ground with the arms outstretched. Choir horrified walking towards her. Man on an upliftment.

 

Ligeia: 

O God!


Choir:  

Leaping

Extending

her arms aloft


Ligeia: 

O God! 

 

Choir:  

Her arms aloft

 

Ligeia: 

O Divine Father!

 

Choir:  

Extending

 

Ligeia: 

Shall these things 

be undeviatingly so?

Shall this Conqueror 

be not once conquered?

 

Choir:                                                     Man:                                                     Ligeia:                                                      

Leaping.                                                 Who-                                                    O Divine Father!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                               who knoweth                                                                     

                                                               the mysteries of the will                                                                     

                                                               with its vigor?                                                                    

                                            

Choir:                                                     Man:                                                     Ligeia:  

Man doth not yield him                         Who-                                                    O God!       

to the angels,                                          Who-                                                   Shall these things

nor unto death utterly,                            who knoweth                                      be undeviatingly so?

save only through                                  the mysteries of the will                      Shall this Conqueror

the weakness of his feeble will.            with its vigor?                                      be not once conquered?


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Aria V 

Inger Christensen from ” Teksten”

Singer: Soprano 

Instruments: Cello & Percussion

Location: Small Stage on the Right

  

Jeg ser at jeg er her med vilje                                                                  I see I am here because of my will

Ser at jeg ikke forsvinder                                                                        See that I don’t disappear

Selv om jeg har lyst                                                                                 Even if I want to

Ser at der ikke er kontakt                                                                         See that there is no contact 

Mellem det jeg vil                                                                                    Between what I want

Og det jeg gerne vil                                                                                  And what I desire

Ser at jeg må begynde forfra                                                                    I see that I have to start all over     

På godt og ondt                                                                                        For good and bad


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Interludium

Instrumental [2 minutes]

Instruments: Flute, Clarinet, Percussion, Grand Piano, Accordion, Zither, Violin & Cello


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A C T   I I

Scene 6 

The man, more and more terrifying. Dark. Haggard. Evil. Rowena sad. Submissive. Beautiful.

 

 Man:                                                                                        

My labors                                                                                                               

and my orders                                                                

had taken                                                                                                          

a coloring from my dreams.                                                               

 

Rowena:                                                                  

The unforgotten 

Ligeia                                                                                                         

 

Prerecorded:                                            

The fair-haired and blue-eyed                                           Man:                       

Lady Rowena Trevanion,                                                  I loathed her                                 

of Tremaine.                                                                      with a hatred

                                                                                           belonging more to demon

                                                                                           than to man.               

 

Prerecorded:                                            

Ligeia! Ligeia!                                                                                        

 

Man:                                                                                        

In the excitement                                                                                         

of my opium dreams                                                                                     

I would call aloud                                                                                     

upon her name, during                                                                                     

the silence of the night.                                                                                    

 

Prerecorded:                                            

Ligeia! Ligeia!                      

 

[Echoes of the theme from ’Conqueror Worm’]

 

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Scene 7 

The man sober and clear. Rowena dreamy and unreal. Choir standing together to collect strength in the atrocity.

 

Choir:                                                                                        

Sudden illness.

She spoke of sounds,

and of motions.

A bed of suffering.

 

Man:                                                                                        

I sat by the side of her ebony bed.

She partly arose, 

and spoke, in an earnest 

low whisper, of sounds

which she then heard, 

but which I could not hear- 

of motions

which she then saw 

but which I could not perceive.

 

Rowena:                                                                  

An invisible object had passed 

lightly 

by my person.

 

Man:                                                                                        

There lay upon the golden carpet, 

a shadow- 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Rowena:                                                                  

a faint, 

indefinite shadow of angelic aspect-

                     such as might be fancied for

 

Man:                                                                                        

the shadow of a shade.

 

Choir:                                                                                        

The lips of the fainting lady.

 

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Aria VI [3 minutes]

Maria Wine from ” Kärleksdikter”

Singer: Mezzo soprano 

Instruments: Cello & Clarinet

Location: Small Stage on the Left

 

Jag vill sträcka mig naken mot solen,                                      Naked, I want to reach for the sun

endast mina tåspetsars lätta beröring                                       only the light touch of my toes 

skall tillhöra marken                                                                will belong to the ground

 

Ljuset skall genomstråla min kropp                                         The light shall shine through my body

tills rymdens klarhet tar mig i sin famn.                                  until the spacial clarity takes me in its arms.


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Scene 8 

Choir unable to do anything. Abstinent narrative. The man more & more confused & unsure of reality.

 

Prerecorded:                                            

Rowena was in 

the act of raising 

the wine to her lips. 

 

Man:                                                                                        

I-

I saw,

within the goblet, 

as if from some invisible spring 

in the atmosphere of the room, 

three or four large drops

of a brilliant and 

ruby colored fluid. 

 

Prerecorded:                                            

The wine to her lips.

 

Man:                                                                                        

If this I saw- 

not so Rowena.

 

Prerecorded:                                            

Ruby-drops.


Man:                                                                                        

I sat alone, 

with her shrouded body.

 

Choir:                                                                                        

Wild visions, 

flutted, shadow-like.

 

Man:                                                                                        

I gazed with unquiet eye.

 

[Electronics]

 

Man:                                                                                        

Memories of Ligeia came back 

upon my heart, with 

the turbulent violence of a flood.

 

Prerecorded:                                            

I remained gazing upon the body of Rowena (tankfullt)

 

Choir:                                                                                        

Unquiet eye.

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Scene 9 

The man with his back to the inevitable. Terrified. Rowena as a fairy figure.

 

Man:                                                                                        

It might have been midnight, 

or perhaps earlier,

 

Prerecorded:                                            

or later. 

 

Choir:                                                                                        

A sob, 

low, gentle, 

but very distinct,

came from the bed of ebony- 

the bed of death.

 

Rowena:                                                                 

No repetition of the sound.


Man:                                                                                        

My soul was awakened within me. 

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Scene 10 

Beautifully and intensely painful. The choir standing around Rowena, slowly disappearing into the dark parts of the room.


Choir & EA:                                            

The lips became doubtly shrivelled 

and pinched up 

in the ghastly expression of death. 

Coldness overspread rapidly 

the surface of the body.

Visions of Ligeia.

 

A tremor 

upon the lips.

A slight pulsation 

at the heart.

The color fled, 

the pulsation ceased, 

the expression of the dead, 

a tenant of the tomb.

Visions of Ligeia.

 

Prerecorded:                                            

A low sob from the ebony bed. 

 

[Instrumental: Zither, Piano, Violin & Cello (pizzicato)]

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Scene 11

The choir is still beautiful. Rowena speaking to herself. A dream. The man fascinated viewing the scene. Horror comes.

 

Choir:                                                                                        

There streamed forth,                                                                                                                                                           


Rowena:                                                                  

Without Ligeia he was

into the rushing                  

but as a child groping benighted.

atmosphere of the chamber,                        

She wrestled with the shadow.

huge masses of long        

The unforgotten Ligeia.                                         

and dishevelled hair;                             

An invisible object had passed lightly 

it was blacker than                                  

by my person.

the raven wings of the midnight!           

Indefinite shadow of angelic aspect- 

 

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The transformation from Rowena to Ligeia. When Rowena dies, the man sees her come alive again as someone else. The resurrection of Ligeia.

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Man:                                                                                        

Slowly,                                                                                                                                                                                  


Rowena [prerec.]:                                            

No                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  


Choir:                                                                                        

Hair

opened the eyes of the figure    

blacker

which stood before me.     

No repetition of the sound.       

than

The full,        

the

and the black,       

raven

and the wild        

wings.

eyes-               

No repetition             

Black

of my lost love-       

and

of the lady-       

No sound.    

wild

  

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Ligeia is black and seems gigantic. Shadow tricks. She removes her hair from the face.

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Man:                                                                                         

of the Lady Ligeia!  


Choir:                                                               

But see, amid the mimic rout 

A crawling shape intrude!     

A blood-red thing that writhes from out    

The scenic solitude!          

[It writhes!- it writhes!]- with mortal pangs              

The mimes become its food,    

And seraphs sob at vermin fangs

In human gore imbued.

 

Ligeia:                                                                                     Choir/Electronics:                                 

Out- out are the lights- out all!                                               Out- out- out- out- out-                                                                                                                                                    

And, over each quivering form,                                             And, over each quivering form,                                                                                                                                             

The curtain,                                                                                                   a funeral pall,                                                                                                                                                

Comes down with the rush of a storm,                                   Comes down with the rush of a storm,                                                                                                                           

While the angels, all pallid and wan,                                     A storm- a storm- while the angels,                                                                                                                                    

Uprising, unveiling, affirm                                                     all pallid and wan, uprising, unveiling                                                                                                                                                                  

That the play is the tragedy, "Man,”                                       Unveiling, affirm, that the play is the tragedy                                                                                                                                     

And its hero the Conqueror Worm.                                        "Man,", its hero the Conqueror Worm.                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

 

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The man tries to reach out for her. But the choir gathers around her. Also they are now dark. Spreading their darkness further and further away from the source. Also the light on the sides seems to dimmer. Finally, it is totally dark.

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Aria VII [3 minutes]

Harry Martinson from ” Doriderna”

Singer: Tenor 

Instruments: Violin, Percussion & Clarinet

Location: Small Stage on the Left

 

Man kyles ofta ner till bergkristallen

av allt man hör förrn örat faller ner 

som gråvit aska i kremeringshallen. 

Och flickan från Rind som intet ser 

hörs ofta fråga bortom ögonvallen: 

hur syns den värld som sådan plåga ger? 

Vad är att se i detta vanvettsklara, 

där kuslighet mot kuslighet hörs svara? 


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Often you are cooled down to the rock crystal

by everything you hear, until your ear falls

as grey-white ash in the cremation hall.

And the girl from Rind, who nothing can see,

you often hear, ask, far beyond the eye barrier:

how does that world seem, that offers such torment?

What is to see in this insane clarity,

where unpleasantness upon unpleasantness, 

are heard answering?


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Aria VIII [2 minutes]

Göran Sonnevi from ” Trädet”

Singer: Soprano from the choir 

Instruments: Violin & Clarinet

Location: Small Stage on the Right

 

Ljustonen    Dess klang                                                  The tone of light      Its timbre.

Till den relateras allt                                                       Everything can be related, therein 


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L I B R E T T O; part III:III


III

Aria IX [3 minutes]

Göran Sonnevi from ” Trädet”

Singer: Bass Baryton 

Instruments: Flute, Percussion & Piano

Location: Small Stage in the back of the big stage

 

Jag ber om detta                           Att mina ögon ska se 

hela det flikade ljuset 

Ett omöjligt norrsken 

Det var den glimt jag såg 

under de hypnagoga bildernas flöde 

Fastän jag vet att de är värdelösa 

om de inte har det osynliga korrelatet 

Verklighetens helt utopiska närvaro, 

                                                                                  överallt 


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I ask for this          That my eyes will see

the entire tabs of light

An impossible aurora borealis

That was the glimpse I saw

during the hypnagoga flow of the images

Although I know that they are worthless

if they do not have the invisible correlate

The totally utopian presence of reality,

                                                                                    everywhere

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I L U M I N A D A    ( I L L U M I N A T E D )

By Ylva Lund Bergner (with inspiration from a novel by Gabriel García Márquez)


Characters: 

Meza/Young woman – soprano          

Mezo/Young man – tenor          

Mujer/Woman – mezzo soprano

Hombre/Man – bass baryton

Condiscípulos/Classmates (People passing)– choir


Instruments: Flute, clarinet, accordion, percussion, piano, zither, violin & cello

More: Live-electronics & Dancer   

 

A C T   I

Scene I

A dark room. Moonlight through the window. White curtains. A young man and a young woman are sleeping in the room. A man stands in the dark thinking. Then he walks up the stairs and wakes them up.

 

[Instrumental]

 

[Violin & Vocoder effect]


Hombre:                                                                                    Man

El bote está en el garaje.                                                           The boat's in the garage.


[Violin & Electronics]


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The youngsters wake up and look down the stairs on the boat that glows in a mysterious way. Then they go back to sleep.

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[Coro y Electrónica]                                                                   [Choir & Electronics]

Coro:                                                                                           Choir:      

Una fabulosa aventura                                                                A fabulous adventure  

que comenzó con pocas palabras.                                               that begun with a few words. 

La luz es como el agua.                                                               Light is like water.

Una imagen poética                                                                    A poetic image     

que tenía                                                                                      that had 

consecuencias imprevistas.                                                         unforeseen consequenses.

Hermoso tiempo de la luz.                                                          Beautiful time of light.    

Luz que nos llena a todos.                                                           Light that fills us all.


                 

[Trio]


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Next day, cold morning light. The classmates comes over to help bringing the boat upstairs.

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[Coro y Trio]                                                                                  [Choir & Trio]

Coro:                                                                                              Choir:        

Mm (Tarareo)                                                                                 Mm (Humming)



[Solo instrument]


Adulto:                                                                                           Adult:       

¿Ahora qué?                                                                                   Now what?


Jóvenes:                                                                                          Youngsters:              

Ahora nada.                                                                                    Now nothing.



[Solo instrument, Ensemble & Electronics]


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Wednesday. Their adults went to the cinema as usual. The youngsters, lords and masters of the house, closed the doors and windows and then broke the bulb glowing in one of the living-room lamps. A jet of golden light as cool as water began to pour out of the broken bulb, and they let it run to a depth of almost three feet. Then they turned off the electricity, took out the rowing boat, and navigated wherever they pleased among the islands of the house.


It gets darker and finally completely black.

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 [Electronics]


 [Instrumental]


 [Instrumental & Electronics] 


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Scene 2

Two from the choir has mini lights in their mouths. One of the singers has light in the closed hands. They turn around towards the audience. They sit on the floor with a ledlight enclosed in their hands.                                                                   


Mezo:                                                                                   Young man:

La luz es como el agua.                                                       Light is like water.            


Meza:                                                                                    Young woman:

Uno abre el grifo,                                                                 You turn the tap,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

y sale.                                                                                    and out it comes.                                                                                                                                                                                   

 

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Aria X [2 minutes]

Göran Sonnevi from ” Trädet”

Singer: Soprano 

Instruments: Flute, Zither & Piano

Location: Small Stage on the left


Fruktansvärda, strömmande klarhet                               Terrible, streaming clarity

Forsande sol   Och rodret, den svarta                             Raging sun.    And the rudder, the black

          styråran,                                                                          helm,

cybernetiskt   Svart glömska   Svart vin                         cybernethically      Black oblivion       Black wine

Vi har ännu inte tagit oss över                                        We have not yet transcended.

 

 

[Electronics & Duo]


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Morning light. The youngsters wake up. It is months later. They have got a complete skin-diving outfit: masks, flippers, tanks, and harpoon guns, lying on the floor. They put it on when the adults went to the cinema. 

The young man and woman filled the apartment to a depth of two fathoms, like tame sharks under the furniture, and salvaged from the bottom of the light things that had been lost in darkness for years.

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[Electronics]


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It becomes completely dark. The electronics gets darker. The feeling is ominous.

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Scene 3

It is morning. The light pours through the window. The youngsters are giving a party at home as a treat for their classmates (choir).

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[Instrumental]


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The adults were at the cinema. People (choir) walking along the Paseo de la Castellana and saw a cascade of light falling from an old building hidden among the trees. It spilled over the balconies, poured in torrents down the facade, and rushed along the great avenue in a golden flood that lit the city all the way to the Guadarrama.

 

The apartment was glowing with light all the way to the ceiling. The sofa and armchairs covered in leopard-skin were floating at different levels in the living-room, among the bottles from the bar and the grand piano with its Manila shawl fluttering half submerged like a golden manta ray. Household objects, were flying through the kitchen sky on their own wings. Brass instruments, which the children used when they were dancing, were drifting among the brightly coloured fish freed from their mother's aquarium, the only creatures lively and happy in the vast illuminated marsh. All the toothbrushes were floating in the bathroom, along with Papa's condoms and Mama's jars of cream and spare dentures, and the television set from the master bedroom floated on its side, still tuned to the final episode of the    midnight movie for adults only.

 

The young woman was sitting in the stern of the boat, all at sea, clutching the oars tightly with her mask on and only just enough air to reach the lighthouse she was searching for. The older one, was bobbing in the prow, still charting the north star with her sextant; and floating throughout the house were their classmates, eternalised in the moment of peeing into a pot of geraniums, or singing the school song with the words changed to make fun of the headmaster, or sneaking a glass of brandy from the adult's bottle. For they had turned on so many lights at the same time that the apartment had flooded, and the whole class at the elementary school of Saint Julian the Hospitaler had drowned on 47 Paseo de la Castellana. In Madrid, Spain.

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Coro:                                                                                           Choir:  

Los aborigínes de tierra firme                                                     Landbound population had 

nunca fueron maestros en la                                                       never mastered the science

ciencía de navegar en la luz.                                                       of navigating on light.

                                                             

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Electronic ending

[Transmission from choir to electronic sound to the instrumental part]


Interludium

Instruments: Flute, clarinet, accordion, percussion, piano, zither, violin & cello

 

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Aria XI [2 minutes]

Göran Sonnevi from ” Trädet”

Singer: Mezzo soprano & tenor

Instruments: Cello & Piano

Location: Small Stage on the right & in the ensemble


Allt detta är borta nu    Också                                                         All this is gone now      Even 

döden är borta nu;                                                                           death is gone now; 

Jag visste att jag förstod                                                                  I knew that I understood  

Döden är inte obegriplig                                                                  Death is not incomprehensible

Allt är nu stilla    Regnet                                                                  All is now quiet          The rain

faller, över den uppåt-                                                                      falls, over the up-

vända världen    Allt är möjliga                                                        turned world      Everything is possible    

fluktuationer mot gränsen                                                                 fluctuations on the border 

tills det inte går längre                                                                      until it can not anymore 

                                                                                                         

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Instrumental

Instruments: Flute, Clarinet, Percussion, Prepared Piano, Accordion, Zither, Violin & Cello

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