Federico Federici (director); Glenn Miller, Alexander Platz Ensemble (music); A. N. Chamberlain, T. S. Eliot (text).
The post war trauma. In memory of Walter Viviani and all the victims of World War II. Supervised cut-up from the The Love song of J. A. Prufrock by T. S. Eliot and the British Declaration Of War (Radio Broadcast, 3 September 1939). (From here)
I am Lazarus, come from the dead
I am speaking to you
from the Cabinet Room
at 10 Downing Street.
I am no prophet.
After the cups, the marmalade the tea,
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
You can imagine what a bitter blow it is to me
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
I have to tell you now, this morning,
there will be time to murder and create,
to cross the frontier,
to disturb the Universe,
to finish it
before the taking of a toast and tea.
Yet I cannot believe
that there is anything more
or anything different
that I could have done
and that would have been
So how should I presume?
The situation in which no word
has the strength to force
the moment to its crisis
can only be stopped by force.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
wait to hear comments on them?
For I have known them all already, known them all.
Let us go then, you and I,
I know that you will play
your part with calmness and courage.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea.
We have done all that any country
could do to establish peace.
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.