Basic information
| Composer |
Lejava, Marián |
| Duration |
14 min. |
| Year of composition |
2002 |
| First performance (year) |
2002 |
| First performance (venue) |
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| First performance (performers) |
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| Submitter |
Melos Ethos Ensemble |
| Publisher |
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| Conductor |
No |
| Soloist(s) |
soprano/mezzosoprano, |
Instruments
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Musicians |
1st player |
2nd player |
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Musicians |
Instruments |
| Keyboard |
1 |
Prepared piano
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| Other instruments and playing techniques |
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Equipment |
| Sound electronics |
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| Visuals |
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Notes
| Programme notes |
Dickinson Songs are settings of four poems by Emily Dickinson, taken from different creative periods. The poems are ordered according to a "story": the psychological development of the female heroine. Both characters of the cycle (voice and piano) are subjected to individual development. From extended techniques to pure, classical expression - from voice to pure singing, in the case of piano to the classical keyboard technique. I wrote the cycle in three phases: summer of 2002, spring of 2003 and a thorough revision in June 2005.
Marián Lejava
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| Additional notes |
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled The darkness is about to pass. The first day´s night had come And grateful that a thing So terrible - had been endured - I told my soul to sing - She said her strings were snapt - Her bow - to atoms blown - And so to mend her - gave me work Until another morn - And then - a day as huge As yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face - Until it blocked my eyes - My brain - begun to laugh - I mumbled - like a fool - And tho´´tis years ago - that day - My brain keeps giggling - still. And something´s odd - within - That person that I was - And this one - do not feel the same - Could it be madness - this? The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its inquisitor, The liberty to die. So give me back to death - The death I never feared Except that it deprived of thee - And now, by life deprived, In my own grave I breathe And estimate its size - Its size is all that hell can guess - And all that heaven was.
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