Our Giants, by monikapich

Our Giants

by monikapich

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boskiman Sweet melodies, great background voice. Dark and lovely passages. Nice! Favorite track: Simplicity.

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1.	Our Giants 05:10	lyrics	buy track
We see Comparatively The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided Yesterday This Morning’s finer Verdict Makes scarcely worth the toil A furrow Our Cordillera Our Apennine a Knoll Perhaps ’tis kindly done us The Anguish and the loss The wrenching for His Firmament The Thing belonged to us To spare these Striding Spirits Some Morning of Chagrin The waking in a Gnat’s embrace Our Giants further on Emily Dickinson
2.	Simplicity 06:35	lyrics	buy track
“Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity. Emily Dickinson
3.	A bird 04:06	lyrics	buy track
A Bird, came down the Walk - He did not know I saw - He bit an Angle Worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then, he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass - And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass - He glanced with rapid eyes, That hurried all abroad - They looked like frightened Beads, I thought, He stirred his Velvet Head. - Like one in danger, Cautious, I offered him a Crumb, And he unrolled his feathers, And rowed him softer Home - Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam, Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon, Leap, plashless as they swim. Emily Dickinson
4.	Felt a funeral 04:12	lyrics	buy track
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My Mind was going numb – And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space – began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here – And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down – And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing – then – Emily Dickinson

about

„In the garden of good and evil, Monika Pich transforms the poetry of Emily Dickinson into a breathtaking synthesis of Our Giants, a four track “audiobook” of metaphorical interpretations. Living a life of simplicity and seclusion, Emily Dickinson wrote poetry of great power; questioning the nature of immortality and death, with at times an almost mantric quality. Monika Pich meets the American poet by turning the hunting sounds of nature into an electronic magnetic field of mystery. With captivating performances, Monika delivers the voice of Emily’s mind and pictures herself in a place without a name. Our Giants is a dark fairytale of self-imposed social seclusion, the perfect atmosphere for meditation”.

Review by Christos Jan

"Our Giants"
based on the lyrics by Emily Dickinson,
music produced by monikapich,
vocal by monikapich,
cover photo; Żołdix / OSTRO www.ostro-video.pl

Mai, 2020’