Live Maria Roggen

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Live Maria Roggen sine tekstar har vore diskutert, tolka, omtala  sitert og feilsitert etter Tingingsverket Apukaluptein – The Uncovering si urframføring laurdag i Vossasalen. Me legg ut tekstane her og avslører at forfattaren sjølv hadde klimaendringar, som me merkar meir og meir av, i tankane. Ho skriv om korleis menneska handterer trugsmåla og katastrofene som følgjer av desse endringane.


(Heidi Køhn/Live Maria)

To experience Nature arising, was almost beautiful
in that brief moment when the silence came,
at the same time as it was horrible, and strange.
As if all boundaries were gone,
and you were on the other side.

this is all we are
we might as well be dust
or bacteria

(Live Maria)

In the back of the truck
Light sweeps in through the windows in the back of the truck
Twenty-seven people in the back of the truck
Hours since the man said “we’ll be there soon”
Counting things to forget time
How many pairs of shoes? Nineteen.
How many T-shirts? Twelve.
How many red items? Seven.
The baby is still sleeping

lights sweeps in through the windows
is he the one to trust
falling into and out of sleep,
clinging to that bag
cities passing in the dark
is he someone to trust
when is the next rest
lights sweeps in through the windows
is he the one to trust

baby sleep, baby sleep
we are not there
we don’t know where

(Live Maria)

I will sit
I will sit when it comes
I will sit as the roar arises
I will sit as the thing protrudes from the ground and the trunks and the waters when the thing starts stretching out I will sit as it grows I will sit
when it starts multiplying
and when the sound of hundreds-of-stomping-feet approaches me I will sit

this will pass
this will pass
this will pass
I will cover you
I will not move

(Live Maria, 2007)

downhill bus ride, reminds me of Rio
for once they’re playing your song on the radio
a quiet, magic place
alongside these passengers chasing time

in Felicia’s rain
she’s come to say goodbye

you know, he did all he could to keep you
but with a soul so free, what can one do
your loving arms and their touch
and your sweet breath and smile won’t embrace him
now in Felicia’s rain
she’s come to say goodbye

how would people know about your life there
how could your friend know about a life in fear
how to keep someone distant when they’re so near
how come you never knew that you belong here

time will stop and the rain will keep falling
on that day, in that moment I had a calling
been calling out since then
since that day on the downhill bus ride
back when Felicia’s rain
came down to say goodbye

(Live Maria)

little cracks little cracks
just keep walking little cracks
everything will turn out for the best!
little cracks just keep walking

little cracks little cracks
just keep walking little cracks
what a talent for contentedness!
little cracks just keep walking

what a treat what a feast
what colours to be seen
the shimmering on our waters
the moonfish in our stream

letting the jungle in
late night and early spring
long days by the waters
with moonfish in our stream

little cracks little cracks …

what a treat what a feast
heavenly fire in July – more action to get triggered by
the apt will move while the slow will die
there’s moonfish in our stream

the moving soil
the sliding mud
the water flood
swallowed by the jungle, wallowed by our hunger

little cracks little cracks …

(Live Maria)

listen to those songs at night
listen to the tales they write
don’t look down and scrutinize the ground
or you’re bound to face those little cracks, little cracks, little cracks…

listen to the sounds of fall
look right through this cracking wall
never touch the woven tapestry
it might unravel you

sit and watch the pieces drop
sit and watch the sky getting covered up
never stare directly at the sun
it might enlighten you

the red bricks, the brown scent
such wisdom, such fulfillment
such rightness, such balance
they just keep making sense

you don’t need experience
to turn us out

(Live Maria)

Because I am
You are
I had to make you
Because I am
Because you are
I have to teach you
All my mistakes
Over and over
Because I am
You are

I let you become dependent because I am
I let you become this lonely because I am
I let you become distracted because I am
I let you become dependent
because I am

(utdrag fra de buddistiske “Protective Meditations”, “Meditation on foulness”)

This is what we are:
hair, nails, teeth, skin
flesh, sinews, bone, marrow, kidneys
heart, liver, membranes, spleen, lungs
bowels, intestines, gorge, dung, brain

Visualize decay. Start with the image of your own body:
1. freshly dead, cast away in a charnel ground — one day, two days, three days
2. picked at by crows, vultures, and hawks, by dogs, hyenas, and various other creatures
3. the bones connected with tendons
4. the bones detached from their tendons, scattered in all directions; here a hand bone, there a foot bone, here a shin bone, there a thigh bone, here a hip bone, there a back bone, here a rib, there a chest bone, here a shoulder bone, there a neck bone, here a jaw bone, there a tooth, here a skull
5. the bones whitened, somewhat like the color of shells
6. the bones piled up, more than a year old
7. the bones decomposed into a powder
Continue until – poof – nothing at all is left

(Live Maria)

we gather round to see the shadow play
please tell me whether it’s good or bad
they cut the story to a résumé
for soothing comfort, in the guise of information
this is the tale about the great unknown
passing by familiar stations
an adaptation of the odyssey to fit
our cravings and our expectations

we gather round to hear the story told
no matter good or bad
we scrape the barrel to buy what is sold
the truth or just another diversion
came all this way to see the signs ourselves
see the promised land emerging
the stories filling every crack with gold
or wine or milk or semen for complete immersion

(Live Maria – musikk: Hilmar Jensson)

how could I have imagined
that there’d be magic all around
that there’d be magic
in everything surrounding you and me

right in front of my eyes there is a star
I know
these are the treasures of my life
magic unforeseen
you breathe
you smile
you live
you grow
you sense
you see
how can I protect you
if everything falls apart


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