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Jelena Popr​ž​an Quartett

by Jelena Popržan

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Remains by Tamar Radzyner (translation by Joe & Gay Giordano) The remains of that time a mine in a meadow ingrown buried reconciled with the unseeable tear at the core. One day seemingly without reason it rises up in rubble and blood that time that time returned. The remains of that time a concrete bunker at the beach a playful hideout for lovers and children with the unseeable tear at the core. One day seemingly without reason the roof collapses in rubble and blood that time that time returned. The remains of that time a human eats, digests, begets children, goes to the movies, all with that hairline tear in the brain One day seemingly without reason
Suite 21 07:54
I Brought My Kids Up Well by Tamar Radzyner (translation by Joe & Gay Giordano) I brought my kids up well just as society proscribed which doesn't mean born well, for who would know how that's effected? I only did my duty and thus indeed I got a pretty good result. My kids I firmly did advise to hold back the best for themselves the coolest toys are not for gifting, lest failure raise its ugly head. The children catch on promptly and so quickly understand that good means dumb. To my children I earnestly explained Staying in your corner is to be a loser! Life must be snatched with teeth, like meat! Only as an animal can man prevail. The children's claws have grown sharp and shiny for which all thanks belong to me. I counseled them that thinking was allowed, but letting on, a big mistake. They think "shit" but say "thanks", and when passion overcomes them, they say "amore". One listens with excitement and quickly understands they may join the pack now they have ripened. I was able to guard my children from ideas and most ideals, they mistrust all people, and they know that life is short and all there is. Now ready to fight blow by blow, with knives to the hunt they go. I demanded, I forbade according to received rules and norms, they were helpless, full of trust, they looked up and thus by me were formed. Shaped by a sense of duty and talent too— all who know my kids tell me so. By right I should be hanged in public, from the gallows my last words I wouldn't deride: The verdict's just. I have committed treason, betrayal, and infanticide. But no one hangs me. no, on the contrary as a mother I am judged as beyond reproach. Beyond reproach...?
Ameisen 05:50
Ants by Tamar Radzyner (translation by Joe & Gay Giordano) Tiny, black, nimble restlessly stirring driven by alien, perfect instinct that's how they arrive. They haven't done a thing to me no damage got inflicted our lines don't intersect alien worlds, uncaring galaxies somehow remarkable disgusting. Thus, I grab my can of Zyklon spraying death and down there the great killing commences The tiny black bodies twitch, curl up, shrink Panic, chaos, flight without escape, heroic hauling of corpses, screams on inaudible wavelengths Suffering on unattainable wavelengths— Across lifeless bodies I stride a thousand times magnified by the death in my hand gentle and wise in slight disgust I, the ant god.
Advice For a Daughter by Tamar Radzyner (translation by Joe & Gay Giordano) You ask for guidance, my child— what can I tell you? I, a loser in bitter obscurity, I, the fake without passion, without strength— but listen if you choose to: Believe the lad if he tells you he loves you, believe in friends—trust is important—, believe in big and noble ideas, believe they can apply to everyday life, believe that life is a walk in the park, believe that tomorrow you'll win the world, believe in your country, in God if you must, in spiritism or Saint Erasmus, in Ho Chi Minh, Yoga, or Jeanne d'Arc, only believe! Believe with all you got! The lad only needs you in the sack for a few days, friends will falter when put to the proof, ideals are for sentiments, not for living, the pollution of the environment can't be reversed, each morning will bring a new ailment, Che Guevara, too, had his flaws, Jeanne d'Arc at fifty? What would her morals be then? Country? God? They couldn't care less about you. Then you will stay, like I stayed: in a corner, an animal ducking the blows, slowly expiring, a trampled flame, and despite that, despite it: You shall regret nothing! You have burned, not just partaken you gave without stinting, without calculating what's in it for you, not caring what the tally would be. You weren't cunning, not even smart. You believed in something. For one life that's enough.
Achtzehn 02:53
Eighteen by Tamar Radzyner (translation by Joe & Gay Giordano) Never again do I want to be eighteen. To see all roads unable to choose out of fear that the future depends on me. Never again do I want to be forty still desperately striving knowing that I am empty that everything is over Never again do I want to be seventy to soberly know that all roads run in circles and that in the end are all the same. But never never never do I n o t want to be.
Scherzo 02:45
BB 06:00


released September 9, 2022

Christoph Pepe Auer – clarinet & alto saxophone
Clemens Sainitzer – Cello
Lina Neuner – bouble bass
Jelena Popržan – 5-stringed viola, vocals & composition

Recorded and mixed 2022
By Franz Schaden in Wavegarden

Mastered 2022 by Martin Scheer

Artwork by Milica Bjelanović
Graphic design by Nieuw NDG

All compositions by Jelena Popržan
All lyrics by Tamar Radzyner

Total time 62:34


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