NINE NINE dystopian countdown. Music by Oona Kastner – Videos by RaumZeitPiraten
don’t look, the world…
R. O angels, you
who guard the peoples in your care
whose form re ects in ash
upon your face;
O archangels, you
who lend your aid
to righteous souls;
O virtues,
powers,
princedoms,
dominations, thrones—
you’re reckoned
in the mystic fth;
and O you
cherubim
and seraphim,
the seal upon God’s mysteries:
R. Praise be to you,
who glimpse the chamber of the ancient heart
within the fount, the source.
Hildegard von Bingen
I see….
lux aeterna
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I see trees dried out
fattened pigs, drugged meat
I see them dying
fucked by human greed
couldn’t we stop this madness
to save mother earth’s grandness
I see skies of stench
and clouds of nuclear piles
the bright fat bellys
beyond the white men smiles
couldn’t we stop this madness
to save brother winds grandness
The colours of late-capitalism
evrywhere in the sky
the ghosts of egoism
of people going by
I see the climate desaster
all over taking place
exclusively caused by man
silly human race
I hear people cry
see babies die
They were deprived
of homeland, water, sky
can we stop this madness
to save creation’s grandness
can we stop this cruelty
please can we stop now
ooh, no
Qui sunt hi qui ut nubes volant. Et
quasi columbe ad fenestras suas.
Dorsa eorum plena sunt oculis
et scintille ac lampades in medio
discurrentes. Hildegard von Bingen
begging – what for…
I’m not asleep, I’m awake,
searching my way among the iced skeletons,
dreaming of coming home
wrapping ivy around arms and legs
lightening the thoughts, the ruins
with the remains of the sun.
did I ever break the bread
in these times of icy strong winds?
you should move quickly from one light,
from one light to another,
from one land to another,
the point of the compass in the place,
we called it the heart.
did I comply to its replacement
into the radius of the night?
wide open. now. from the mountains
we see lakes, in the lakes
mountains, and in the clouds
sway the bells
of the one world.
whose world I don’t know
I am forbidden to know.
we are begging – what for
searching our way among the iced skeletons,
we dream of coming home
wrapping ivy around arms and legs
whitening the thoughts, the ruins
with the remains of the sun
3. Patriarchæ et Prophetæ
Qui sunt hi qui ut nubes volant. Et
quasi columbe ad fenestras suas.
Dorsa eorum plena sunt oculis
et scintille ac lampades in medio
discurrentes.
Patriarchæ et Prophetæ
Nos sumus radices et vos rami,
fructus viventis oculi,
et nos umbra in
illo fuimus Hildegard von Bingen
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praise be to….
most high creation, work of the gods , yours is the praise, the glory and the
extermination by the human race.
praise be to you, my earth, with all your creatures, especially to the lord
brother sun, who gives us the day , the growing. but in these last days
nothing but a tremendous overcoming re, melting the polar ice caps.
praised be you sister moon and the stars . after eradication of all humans
and all the other creatures of the earth you will shine clear, precious and
beautiful over the places of agony.
praised be you, brother wind, for air and clouds
and serene and all weather, by which you watch
the rising death of the creatures alive.
praise be to you sister water.
very useful was she, clear and chaste, now by human work acidi ed,
contaminated , dirty, full of plastics.
praise be to you brother fire, you light up the night.
beautiful was he.
in these days he devours every kind of living creatures.
praise be to you, sister mother earth, who sustains and guides us and
brought forth manifold fruits, with colorful owers and herbs.
nowadays mother earth is trembling in throes of death
(Übermalung des Sonnengesangs von Franz v. Assisi)
Ego Karitas, flos amabilis – venite
ad me, Virtutes, et perducam vos in
candidam lucem floris virge.
Hildegard von Bingen
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sclerotic
are they erasing the skies?
the war is no longer declared it’s taking place
permanent. never-ending.
hidden as well as visible,
full of pain and darkness. heartless.
sclerotic monstrosity has become commonplace.
patience is the corset of the day,
the miserable star of the night.
are they erasing the skies?
If the earth woudn’t bear me no longer
I would have fall apart long ago,
where the night would freeze my cells
lifting up its nostrils, its hoofs
to my hidden souls and skin.
patience is the corset of the day,
the miserable star of the night.
are they erasing the skies?
always to the beat.
always the night. and no day.
darkness goes down to the bones
am I prepared?
am I already gone?
patience is the corset of the day,
the miserable star of the night.
