Thursday, December 16, 2010

Eyes poked out with sticks: Gruesome insults set to music by Shostakovich

Shostakovich’s 14th Symphony contains one of the most exciting and bizarre moments in his entire output: the 8th movement, entitled “Reply of the Zaporozhye Cossacks to the Sultan of Constantinople.” (listen here) In 1676, the Sultan of the Ottoman empire demanded the surrender of the Cossacks, who defiantly penned the following text, which Shostakovich sets to music in this movement:

More a criminal than Barabbas,
horned like a fallen angel,
what Beelzebub are you
who gorge yourself down there on filth and mire?
We shall not attend your Sabbaths.

Rotten fish of Salonica,
a long necklace of fearful dreams,
of eyes poked out with sticks.
Your mother farted timourously
and gave birth to you in her colic.

Butcher of Podolia,
lover of wounds, of ulcers, of scabs.
Pig’s snout, mare’s arse.
Keep all your riches
to pay for your medicines.

Shostakovich’s music perfectly captures the sarcasm and intensity of the text, culminating in the ferocious orchestral conclusion (starting at 1:27) which restates the original theme, this time accompanied by a swarm of fluttering violins playing trills in close dissonance.

P.S. - A more complete historical explanation, accompanied by a slightly more R-rated version of the text can be found here.

3 comments:

  1. The "Reply of the Cossacks to the Sultan" wasn't actually spoken by the Cossacks, you know; it's a quotation from the middle of a famous (and gorgeous) long poem by the turn-of-the-century French poet Guillaume Apollinaire. The poem is entitled "La chanson du mal-aime," which means, roughly, "The Ballad of the Ill-Treated Lover." It is one of the craziest and most beautiful poems in the French language, full of free associations and tangential imaginings; the "Reply of the Cossacks to the Sultan" is just one example. If you're not familiar with Apollinaire already, you should check him out.

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  2. In the original French, the relevant excerpt of Apollinaire's poem goes like this:

    Plus criminel que Barrabas
    Cornu comme les mauvais anges
    Quel Belzébuth es-tu là-bas
    Nourri d'immondice et de fange
    Nous n'irons pas à tes sabbats

    Poisson pourri de Salonique
    Long collier des sommeils affreux
    D'yeux arrachés à coup de pique
    Ta mère fit un pet foireux
    Et tu naquis de sa colique

    Bourreau de Podolie Amant
    Des plaies des ulcères des croûtes
    Groin de cochon cul de jument
    Tes richesses garde-les toutes
    Pour payer tes médicaments

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    Cheers!

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