MM N 69. Literary sketch. The Scream

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MM N 69, fol. 1r

I was walking down a road
one evening on one side
lay the city and the fjord –
I was tired and ill – I stood
gazing directly out over the fjord – and let my friends continue.
The Sun was setting – and the air – turned the colour of
red – like blood –
– I felt as though a Scream – passed through
nature – I thought
I heard a scream –
– I painted this picture – I painted
the air and the clouds like blood –
The Picture Scream! – in the frieze of life.

    – When the music one sunny
spring day wafted down Karl Johan 
– my mind became filled
with jubilation – Spring the light – the music
blended together into quivering
exultation – The Music coloured [everything] and changed
colours – I painted the music on Karl Johan.
I made the colours quiver in keeping with the rhythms of the music