Listening to the Vienna Boys Choir excellent
though totally bland performance - in perfect
pitch, splendidly rounded, breathing in unison
which is meaningless without feeling - like an
unseasoned recital & Edelweiss lacklustre in
sublime, immaculate tones such as inhuman
perfection: flaws are a sign of emotion and
Unique execution indicates individual existence,
machine-like perfection destroying the life which
makes for vocal vibrato - feeling always changes
frozen faces- which only slightly occlude pain of
lonely existence, alone behind beautiful façades;
though boys’ voices sound more mellifluous than
the shrill register of girls imitating opera singers
They theatrically express deep feeling in their in-
adequate performances which are different with
every appearance as the sound expresses their
deepest being, creating a new experience when-
ever they sing - triumphing over the immutable
perfection-performance of small automatons…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem