Dead
men
don't talk.
Even archbishops.
It is pointless swearing at them
and pretty dumb when they've been dead for two hundred years.
Forgive me father for I have sinned, not just in a holy place, but a cathedral.
The outrage committed on a day trip to Salzburg
in the crypt where archbishops lie,
not six feet under,
cupboarded
coffins
in
walls.
I
don't
need him
Let him go.
So Wolfgang was sacked.
We didn't need you, Archbishop.
My whispered hiss at his grave, face to face, face to skull.
OK, I confess, I have sinned by insulting you, dead cardinal-prince-archbishop.
Any enemy of Mozart's my enemy too.
Hieronymus Colloredo,
please don't absolve me
I'm guilty,
as charged
and
glad.
Count Hieronymus von Colloredo (1732-1812) was the Prince-Archbishop of Salzburg.
He employed the
young Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791) as his concertmaster, but the relationship
was a fiery one
and the prince-archbishop sacked the 21 year-old composer after a heated argument.