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Poetry is more than just words. Let sight and sound carry you through our interpretation of one of Friedrich Nietzsche's darkest pieces. It was written in 1884, shortly before the greatest philosopher of his time (and arguably of all times) began his descent into madness - estranged from family and friends, alone, even at the height of his fame and craft, never to recover. Was he talking about himself, about Goethe's Faust (as scholars have suggested) or about the fear and tragedy inside each one of us when we contemplate the possibility of having made a life-defining mistake? ============================================= Actor: Hans-Maria Darnov Narrator: Ekkehardt Belle Director & Editor: Simon Reichel Director of Photography: Marco Fumolo Original Score: Benjamin Bury Sound Production: Felix Hofer Sound Mastering: Felix Hofer, Daniel Bury ============================================= Friedrich Nietzsche: Vereinsamt (1887) - Translation: S. Reichel Screams of the crow, Not long, off to the town they will have flown: Soon comes the snow, - A bliss to have somewhere to call – a home! Frozen you stand Watching the past, alas! It’s been so long! You fool, you ran And fled the hearth with winter looming on. The world – you’re tossed Into a thousand deserts still and spent. He who has lost What you have lost, will find no end. Stand pale and doomed, Ever to wander winter’s ice Like smoke and fumes that always seek the colder skies Fly, bird, and croak Your song to desert’s silent cheer! - You fool, and cloak Your bleeding heart in frost and sneer Screams of the crow, Not long, off to the town they will have flown: Soon comes the snow, - A curse to have nowhere to call a home.