"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are" Anais Nin

Great Interpreters: Beyond the Μusic 3 – Peter Hammill – part I

Peter Hammill


UK


Still Life

Still Life

Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb:

what have we become? What have we chosen to be?

Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name –

nothing can ever be the same now the Immortals are here.

At the time, it seemed a reasonable course

to harness all the force of life without the threat of death,

but soon we found

that boredom and inertia are not negative,

but all the law we know

and dead are Will and words like survival.

Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear and all end….

Why do I pretend? Our essence is distilled

and all familiar taste is now drained

and though purity is maintained it leaves us sterile,

living through the millions of years,

a laugh as close as any tear….

Living, if you claim that all that entails is

breathing, eating, defecating, screwing, drinking,

spewing, sleeping, sinking ever down and down

and ultimately passing away time

which no longer has any meaning.

Take away the threat of death

and all you’re left with is a round of make-believe;

marshal every sullen breath

and though you’re ultimately bored by endless ecstasy

that’s still the ring by which you hope to be engaged

to marry the girl who will give you forever –

that’s crazy, and plainly

it simply is not enough.

What is the dullest and bluntest of pains,

such that my eyes never close without feeling it there?

What abject despair demands an end to all things of infinity?

If we have gained, how do we now meet the cost?

What have we bargained, and what have we lost?

What have we relinquished, never even knowing it was there?

What chance now of holding fast the line,

defying death and time

when everything we had is gone?

Everything we laboured for and favoured more

than earthly things reveals the hollow ring

of false hope and of false deliverance.

But now the nuptial bed is made,

the dowry has been paid;

the toothless, haggard features of Eternity

now welcome me between the sheets

to couple with her withered body – my wife.

Hers forever,

hers forever,

hers forever

in still life.

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