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Limited Edition 10" vinyl
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The series present audio-visual artworks by 10 different sound and visual artists, on 10” records and limited to 10-10 copies (therefore the name of the series). We cut them on our self-built machine, looking for symbiosis between short run release, music/media and graphic design experiments.
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Bálint Bolcsó
Morzsái az eltörött világkalácsnak (Crumbs of the broken world cake, 2019)
On the texts of Anna Lesznai
– excerpts
Anna Lesznai (1885-1966), a writer, poet, painter, illustrator and textile artist, was an important person in the Hungarian intellectual elite in the first half of the 20th century, living through the storms of the history. Artists and politicians of the time were frequent guests in her garden in Körtvélyes, but the garden itself also meant a world to her: a place of creation, thinking and love, from which she was forced twice into exile. She recorded her thoughts in her amazingly exciting and voluminous diaries, and her tales and poems appeared in countless volumes.
At the request of the Lajos Hatvany Museum, in connection with the Lesznai exhibition there, a musical monodrama entitled Morzsái az eltörött világkalácsnak (Crumbs of the broken world cake) was made in 2019. The textbook of the lecture is based on Lesznai's selected diary excerpts and poems. They appear in prose or singing form, embedded in an electroacoustic musical texture that follows a variety of musical styles, following the diversity of the oeuvre. The four songs included here are also one such style exercise for Lesznai's poems, performed by Éva Bodrogi.
lyrics
A kert
I. Ajánlás a kertnek
Amit tőled kaptam: mások kérve kérik.
Amit másutt vetnek: mind tebenned érik.
Amit láttam, tettem, tanultam és adtam,
Mind körülém gyűlik a lesznai napban.
Ha kertem nem volnál, bizony én sem volnék,
Néma hullámokba nyomtalan omolnék,
Futó homok lennék - de te átöleltél,
Védtelen pusztából dús karámba szeltél...
Ha tükröm nem volnál, magam sose látnám
Vágyam záporára vagy színes szivárvány.
Csudáim és csókom mind tebenned termett
Ágaidról téptem a mézes szerelmet,
Bölcsőnkbe a bimbót is vágyadról szedtem
– Amiért ím híred hálás versbe szedtem.
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