As some of you may know. A terrible tragedy happened in Skånes Djurpark this january. All of the wolves, there was twelve of them, escaped from their enclosure and were all shot and killed by the keepers. So, this of course is a special installment in the Skånes Djurpark Suite. It's my memento mori, a "Requiem for Wolf."
My thoughts of course to the wolves and their unhappy keepers and killers, but also to Robert Frost, the american poet whom I borrowed the voice and the poem sampled in the requiem from. A classic poem, "Fire and Ice" was Frosts take on Dantes Inferno. Nine lines, like the nine rings of hell. Compact wisdom, and mesmerising beauty, about mans (and maybe wolves) inevitable destructiveness.
"Fire and Ice" (1920)
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.