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CLASSICS PROGRAM NOTES
Prize, Charles Ives Fellowship from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, and Clutterbuck Award from the University of Edinburgh, as well as awards from Meet the Composer, American Music Center, Foundation for Contemporary Arts, Jerome Foundation and International Artist Sponsorship; she also received a grant from Opera America to develop a work titled Eva, about the German-born American post-minimalist sculptor Eva Hesse (1936-1970), which was workshopped in spring 2018 during her residency at the composer collaborative National Sawdust in Brooklyn, New York.
Clyne wrote, “The opening of This Midnight Hour was inspired by the character and power of the lower strings of the orchestra. From there, it draws inspiration from two poems. Whilst it is not intended to depict a specific narrative, my intention is that it will evoke a visual journey for the listener.”
La Música
Juan Ramón Jiménez
¡La musica; — mujer desnuda, Music; — a woman unclad corriendo loca por la noche pura! crazily running through the spotless night!
Harmonie du soir (“Evening Harmony”)
Charles Baudelaire
Now comes the time when, quivering on its stem, Chaque fleur s’évapore ainsi qu’un encensoir; Each flower sheds perfume like a censer; Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l’air du soir; Sounds and scents turn in the evening air; Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!
Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Melancholy waltz and reeling languor!
Chaque fleur s’évapore ainsi qu’un encensoir; Each flower sheds perfume like a censer; Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu’on afflige; The violin throbs like a wounded heart, Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige! Melancholy waltz and reeling languor!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir. The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar.
Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu’on afflige, The violin throbs like a wounded heart, Un coeur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir! A fond heart that loathes the vast black void!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir; The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar. Le soleil s’est noyé dans son sang qui se fige. The sun has drowned in its congealing blood.
Un coeur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir, A fond heart that loathes the vast black void Du passé lumineux recueille tout vestige! And garners in all the luminous past!
Le soleil s’est noyé dans son sang qui se fige ... The sun has drowned in its congealing blood ... Ton souvenir en moi luit comme un ostensoir! Your memory within me shines like a monstrance!
