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October 26,2004
3rd (not final) edit The Little Match Girl (The Landscape of Sorrow)
I=m thinking of writing a fugue, round, chant, echo, She has become the world=s dog, unnoticed, a victim, she allows herself solace in visions of those who loved her before she dies. I see pieces of this being repeated, replayed, refined, motifs. It=s hard not to tell the story but I don=t really want too I think.
I want to cry Cry Acome back@ Back to the little girl Girl sitting in my dreams Dreams
Here you are Are On a street corner Corner a prelude to light Light loving the Fire Fire
Through the darkness Darkness you get small Small even smaller Smaller than my dream Dream
you are all hand Hand all fingers Fingers sitting there There on some corner Corner
hardly any one One noticing Noticing in the cold Cold ADon=t look@ Look people in the street say Say AShe might disappear@ Disappear
What is this story Story that comes Comes to what teller Teller
wound Wound and And holy work Work
holy work Work fixing Fixing brokenness Brokenness Our work Work
the work of Dreams Dreams Chant Chant Could save Save talk could save Save looking could save Save
little hands Hands Let us fix her Her Sing her aloneness Aloneness she is the doll Doll in the door Door
of our soul Soul The frozen doll girl Girl doll of our soul Soul
Her brother sings Sings how could you leave me Me
Her mother and father Father send her out Out as hope hope
She sells light Light it is her own Own And vision Vision Is more More than sight Sight
Become your own mother Mother and father father when they=re not there There
She is waiting Waiting wait Wait for sweetness Sweetness once tasted Tasted
for that person Person who loves Loves through madness Madness if you can keep magic
Magic you can find the bridge Bridge one bridge Bridge to stomp on On so feet Feet can bring you color Color
that is the painting Painting the prayer Prayer what this story Story is about About is what this This story is about About
is about not blame Blame but light past stillness Stillness stillness Stillness past light Light
someone else Else will reach out a hand Hand for the child Child or a new god God
the idea of rescue Rescue and rescue Rescue
She knows Knows Someone is there There without being there There it=s a mercy time Time Odd joy Joy Color for the dark Dark And wonder Wonder how we make ourselves Ourselves
make it It where all that comes from From comes through sorrow Sorrow through sorrow Sorrow how all of that comes Comes comes through Through light Light and warmth Warmth
blue shining through blue Blue
****4th (yes, final edit) The one David and I worked on! Rosaly DeMaios Roffman
The Landscape of Sorrow: Little Match girl Chant
I want to cry Cry Acome back@ Back to the little girl Girl sitting in my dreams Dreams
Here you are Are On a street corner Corner a prelude to light Light loving the Fire Fire
Through the darkness Darkness you get small Small even smaller Smaller than my dream Dream
you are all hand Hand all fingers Fingers sitting there There on some corner Corner
hardly any one One noticing Noticing in the cold Cold ADon=t look@ Look people in the street say Say AShe might disappear@ Disappear
What is this story Story that comes Comes to what teller Teller
wound Wound and And holy work Work holy work Work fixing Fixing brokenness Brokenness Our work Work
the work of Dreams Dreams Chant Chant Could save Save talk could save Save looking could save Save little hands
Hands Let us fix her Her Sing her aloneness Aloneness she is the doll Doll in the door Door
of our soul Soul The frozen doll girl Girl doll of our soul Soul
Her brother sings Sings how could you leave me Me Her mother and father Father send her out Out as hope hope She sells light Light it is her own Own And vision Vision Is more More than sight Sight Become your own mother
Mother and father father when they=re not there There She is waiting Waiting wait Wait for sweetness Sweetness once tasted Tasted
for that person Person who loves Loves through madness Madness if you can keep magic
Magic you can find the bridge Bridge one bridge Bridge to stomp on On so feet Feet can bring you color Color
that is the painting Painting the prayer Prayer what this story Story is about About is what this This story is about About
is about not blame Blame but light past stillness Stillness stillness Stillness past light Light
someone else Else will reach out a hand Hand for the child Child or a new god God the idea of rescue Rescue and rescue Rescue
She knows Knows Someone is there There without being there There it=s a mercy time Time Odd joy Joy Color for the dark Dark And wonder Wonder how we make ourselves
Ourselves make it It where all that comes from From comes through sorrow Sorrow through sorrow Sorrow how all of that comes Comes comes through Through light Light
and warmth Warmth blue shining through blue Bluey Blue
2nd edit Rosaly Roffman
The Landscape of Sorrow (A Pidgin Translation of the ALittle Match Girl@ tale)
Cry back Girl dreams are corner
light, fire, darkness small, smaller dream
Hand, fingers there corner one
Noticing coldBlook! Say Adisappear story@
Comes teller
Wound and work Work fixing brokenness
Work dreams
Save Save Save hands Her aloneness Doll door
Soul girl Soul sings me
Father out hope light
Own vision More sight
Mother father there
Waiting waiting Sweetness tasted
Person loves madness magic, magic bridge on feet color painting prayer story about this
about blame stillness stillness light
else hand child god
rescue rescue knows
ThereB time joy dark wonder
Ourselves Ait@ from sorrow
Sorrow comes through light warmth blue
1st Edit The Little Match Girl (The Landscape of Sorrow) I=m thinking of writing a fugue, round, chant, echo, She has become the world=s dog, unnoticed, a victim, she allows herself solace through those who loved her. I see pieces of this being repeated, replayed, refined, motifs. It=s hard not to tell the story but I don=t really want too I think.
I want to cry come back to the little girl sitting in my dreams
Here you are On a street corner
a prelude to light loving the Fire
Through the darkness you get small even smaller Than my dream
You are all hand All fingers sitting there On some corner
hardly any one Noticing in the cold
ADon=t look@ people in the street say She might disappear
What is this story That comes to what teller
Wound And
Holy work Holy work fixing brokenness
Our work the work of Dreams
Chant Could save talk could save looking could save
Little hands
Let us fix her Sing her aloneness she is the doll in the door
of our soul
The frozen doll girl Doll of our soul
Her brother sings How could you leave me
Her mother and father Send her out As hope
She sells light it is her own
And vision Is more Than sight
Become your own mother and father when they=re not there She is waiting
Wait for sweetness once tasted
for that person who loves through madness
If you can keep magic you can find the bridge one bridge
to stomp on So feet can bring you color
That is the painting the prayer
what this story is about
is what this story is about
is about not blame
light past stillness
stillness past light
someone else will reach out a hand for the child
or a new god
the idea of rescue and rescue
She knows someone is there
without being there it=s a mercy time
Odd joy
Color for the dark and wonder
how we make ourselves make it where all that comes
comes through sorrow through sorrow How all of that comes
comes through light and warmth blue shining through blue
August-September version:
3rd (not final) edit The Little Match Girl (The Landscape of Sorrow)
I_m thinking of writing a fugue, round, chant, echo, She has become the world_s dog, unnoticed, a victim, she allows herself solace in visions of those who loved her before she dies. I see pieces of this being repeated, replayed, refined, motifs. It_s hard not to tell the story but I don_t really want too I think.
I want to cry Cry _come back_ Back to the little girl Girl sitting in my dreams Dreams
Here you are Are On a street corner Corner a prelude to light Light loving the Fire Fire
Through the darkness Darkness you get small Small even smaller Smaller than my dream Dream
you are all hand Hand all fingers Fingers sitting there There on some corner Corner
hardly any one One noticing Noticing in the cold Cold _Don_t look_ Look people in the street say Say _She might disappear_ Disappear
What is this story Story that comes Comes to what teller Teller
wound Wound and And holy work Work
holy work Work fixing Fixing brokenness Brokenness Our work Work
the work of Dreams Dreams Chant Chant Could save Save talk could save Save looking could save Save
little hands Hands Let us fix her Her Sing her aloneness Aloneness she is the doll Doll in the door Door
of our soul Soul The frozen doll girl
Girl doll of our soul Soul
Her brother sings Sings how could you leave me Me
Her mother and father Father send her out Out as a hope champion Champion
She sells light Light it is her own Own And vision Vision Is more More than sight Sight
Become your own mother Mother and father father when they_re not there There
She is waiting Waiting wait Wait for sweetness Sweetness once tasted Tasted
for that person Person who loves Loves through madness Madness if you can keep magic
Magic you can find the bridge Bridge one bridge Bridge to stomp on On so feet Feet can bring you color Color
that is the painting Painting the prayer Prayer what this story Story is about About is what this This story is about About
is about not blame Blame but light past stillness Stillness stillness Stillness past light Light
someone else Else will reach out a hand Hand for the child Child or some new god God
the idea of rescue Rescue and rescue Rescue
She knows Knows Someone is there There without being there There it_s a mercy time Time Odd joy Joy Color for the dark Dark And wonder Wonder how we make ourselves Ourselves
make it It where all that comes from From comes through sorrow Sorrow through sorrow Sorrow how all of that comes
Comes comes through Through light Light and warmth Warmth
blue shining through blue Blue
****4th (yes, final edit) The one David and I worked on! Rosaly DeMaios Roffman
The Landscape of Sorrow: Little Match girl Chant
I want to cry Cry _come back_ Back to the little girl Girl sitting in my dreams Dreams
Here you are Are On a street corner Corner a prelude to light Light loving the Fire Fire
Through the darkness Darkness you get small Small even smaller Smaller than my dream Dream
you are all hand Hand all fingers Fingers sitting there There on some corner Corner
hardly any one One noticing Noticing in the cold Cold _Don_t look_ Look people in the street say Say _She might disappear_ Disappear
What is this story Story that comes Comes to what teller Teller
wound Wound and And holy work Work holy work Work fixing Fixing brokenness Brokenness Our work Work
the work of Dreams Dreams Chant Chant Could save Save talk could save Save looking could save Save little hands
Hands Let us fix her Her Sing her aloneness Aloneness she is the doll Doll in the door Door
of our soul Soul The frozen doll girl Girl doll of our soul Soul
Her brother sings Sings how could you leave me Me Her mother and father Father send her out Out as a hope champion Champion
She sells light Light it is her own Own And vision Vision Is more More than sight Sight Become your own mother
Mother and father father when they_re not there There She is waiting Waiting wait Wait for sweetness Sweetness once tasted Tasted
for that person Person who loves Loves through madness Madness if you can keep magic
Magic you can find the bridge Bridge one bridge Bridge to stomp on On so feet Feet can bring you color Color
that is the painting Painting the prayer Prayer what this story Story is about About is what this This story is about About
is about not blame Blame but light past stillness Stillness stillness Stillness past light Light
someone else Else will reach out a hand Hand for the child Child or some new god God the idea of rescue Rescue and rescue Rescue
She knows Knows Someone is there There without being there There it_s a mercy time Time Odd joy Joy Color for the dark Dark And wonder Wonder how we make ourselves
Ourselves make it It where all that comes from From comes through sorrow Sorrow through sorrow Sorrow how all of that comes Comes comes through Through light Light
and warmth Warmth blue shining through blue Bluey Blue
2nd edit Rosaly Roffman
The Landscape of Sorrow (A Pidgin Translation of the _Little Match Girl_ tale)
Cry back Girl dreams are theater
light, fire, darkness small, smaller dream
Hand, fingers there corner one
Noticing cold_look! Say _disappear story_
Comes teller
Wound and work Work fixing brokenness
Work dreams
Save Save Save hands Her aloneness Doll door
Soul girl Soul sings me
Father out champion light
Own vision More sight
Mother father there
Waiting waiting Sweetness tasted
Person loves madness magic, magic bridge on feet color
painting prayer story about this
about blame stillness stillness light
else hand child god
rescue rescue knows
There_ time joy dark wonder
Ourselves _it_ from sorrow
Sorrow comes through light warmth blue
1st Edit The Little Match Girl (The Landscape of Sorrow) I_m thinking of writing a fugue, round, chant, echo, She has become the world_s dog, unnoticed, a victim, she allows herself solace through thode who loved her. I see pieces of this being repeated, replayed, refined, motifs. It_s hard not to tell the story but I don_t really want too I think.
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