‘The harbor faces north, in shadow. The docks are high over the black water, which slams against the retaining walls; stone steps descend, made slippery by seaweed. Boats smeared with tar are tied up, waiting for the departing passengers lingering on the quay to bid their families farewell. The farewells take place in silence, but with tears. It is cold; all wear shawls over their heads. A shout from the boatman puts a stop to the delays; the traveler huddles at the prow, moves off looking toward the group of those remaining behind; from the shore his features can no longer be discerned; the boat draws up beside a vessel riding at anchor; on the ladder a diminished form climbs up, vanishes; the rusted chain is heard being raised, scraping against the hawsepipe. The people remaining behind look over the ramparts above the rocks of the pier, their eyes following the ship until it rounds the cape; for the last time they wave a white rag.’
‘Set out, explore every coast, and seek this city,’ the Khan says to Marco. ‘Then come back and tell me if my dream corresponds to reality.’
‘Forgive me, my lord, there is no doubt that sooner or later I shall set sail from that dock,” Marco says, 'but I shall not come back to tell you about it. The city exists and it has a simple secret: it knows only departures, not returns.’
Amulet of Tears presents 'Invisible Cities', a 10-track compilation album on vinyl and cassette, inspired by the novel of the same name by writer Italo Calvino. The book, published in Italy in 1972, relays the stories told by a Venetian traveler to the weary ruler of a vast, boundless empire. In each city explored, memory turns to fantasy, poetry turns to philosophy, and fiction weaves into truth. The album echoes ten of the novel's thematic chapters as they are reflected through the music of different composers. Listen close and every city will reveal itself to you.
Black velvet, sodden by incense smoke
The dice
Drops
"one" and "one"
A second, another
The irony is malady
Drops "one" and "two"
Pierced horologe stands still
Me more! I have rum
And the moon serves enormously with fuddle
And narrow streets are bending
Here in a tavern, passers-by flow
A drop of dew burned with a woe
Like a white diamond
Under the fated moon.
Crossing arms, crossing legs
Wearing a snow-white veil
The silhouette:
Whimsical dance, burning in vain
And the flame danced fabulously
Time is preserved, minutes are in no hurry
Fate lighten, reflected on the pale face.
The lonely shadow in the window
Played and reminded:
A wind blew from the cold night, from the window frame
Soared, drown in caress
As quivering as wings
Shadows float out of the gloom
And a ray of hope kindled
Resentments burn at dusk
A fire aflame quiescently on a thread.
Either the stone roads
Or the mizzen
Into a foreign land on humming steel
Vessel has reached the gray middle
From wind
From the deep blue
The anchor chains rasped
The rain fraternize with the ocean
Embedded on the mainland
The pole is humming
Sung in love in verse
Loud slamming handbells will float there
for the last time
Wet will touch the wires
Won't stop at the gate in an immense
night city.
A sudden rapture
An ardent whistle -
Noise down from the hills
Murk and dread of the road
A light leaf
Overhead of the trampled fields
Thunderbolts shine the merits
In one fell swoop
Humble you
The circle makes blare the abyss in trail,
An equal path
The sirens howled with a long plea
And then again the calm and the wheeze
Quietude, standing aground:
I blink, doused with dew of lighthouses
Though to sweeten my torments
Whether florets lengthen in the soil
I sleep in the silver stream of fleapit.
Glancingly allured of dark lenses
With the whole bulk of gray
Desertness, gloomy alley
Feeling a monstrous blow
Languidly closed eyes
Violin willow and smoke
Carefully through the drifts
The last coals arose
In the dawn long hour
Smolder descend from the chimney-stack
Bleary
Lost in the vastness
Covers futile loupe.
Clement warmth in old portraits
Grin in cold frames
Grasp of no revival
Overgrown with reeds
The memory is still leafing through the days
Soundlessly they go
On a distant ladder, passing by
Left without pledge, a rotten log
The endless ground under us
All is given
I shall wander—
Out of the skull-cradle, in the bustle of the city
Though moss may overgrow, the sunlight slants in my slip stream.
Threadless balustrades
Awaited the sense of courtesy
Lifetime of longing
Noiselessly we rhymed
Under the light of a yellow lamp
Partial shade - semblance relevance
Smitten with one another, slow down
Let us breath a syllable
Alternatively - to time
Undertone to clamour
Sweaty smell of nearness
Heat of passion - portents persuaded
& Dimly-starred highway dispersed.
Clouds are blank sheets
The turned over page
One side drowned
Rush away
Lost keys of fading heavens
Grow dim and go out
From austere slumber
Spread the azure here
Resplendent to the brim
The bitter air above facade
Of the city that echoes streets
The height welcomes into its lap
Lit by a lucid light leap.
An endeavour of unquenchable flare
Scarlet ornate in the inky hour
Plain, Florid
Gullible grain
To the wonders of primordials
Dawn splashed by the play of gouache
The wind is amused
Whirling
Grace-filled over the four-leaf clovers
Frost-bright nights conceal among mural sceneries.
Every time at the garden gate
Wind-free scent
Flinty and heavy this morning
Serene garden
Bare feet see no trace
Into a land of sand
In a land with no grasses
A sultry kicks burns out without a trace
The bones turn yellow
On the beams of oblique stream
Samum,
Blinding me,
Louder than my ceaseless dream
Another life - not mine, carved under a cliff
Where is the house - And a stepping foot
Faded in the garden - Rays of amber
Revelry of unhurried weed.