“cursed be the god that brings so much death and beauty.”
This wistful poem dwells on that liminal space between night and day, life and death, joy and sorrow. The pace at which images and words appear and fade are also right on the edge of slow, encouraging meditation, and almost too fast to grasp upon a first reading. The images, smoothly blending from one to the next, all contain thresholds in the shape of fences, coasts, rivers, further reinforcing the borders between the worlds contemplated in this poem.
Sondheim provides the words, sounds, and images while Strasser composes the piece in Flash in a successful collaboration that demonstrates that the sum is greater than its parts.