Monday, November 16, 2015
Sunday, November 08, 2015
a poem by D. H. Lawrence
Piano
Softly, in the dusk, a
woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling
strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as
she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamor
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the
past.
1918
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling
strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as
she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamor
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the
past.
1918
Labels: poetry
Saturday, November 07, 2015
lots of thomasness
I
recently read a collection of letters compiled as a small book. 84
Charing Cross Road is a series of correspondences between Helene Hanff, the
author of the book and a denizen of New York City, and some folks associated
with a used bookstore in London. Hanff
writes to the bookstore in search of particular titles and a friendship
develops, particularly between her and Frank Doel, one of the employees at the
bookstore.
In
one letter, a song by Johann Sebastian Bach is mentioned—the St. Matthew Passion. I’d never knowingly heard it and decided to
give it a listen. I’m glad I did. I’ve been listening to it a lot lately. It’s beautiful.
While
reading about this song, I was lead on an impromptu journey in history. Here follows a bit of what I encountered on
said trip. Maybe you’ll find it of
interest.
I
guess Bach wrote several pieces of passion music designed for Good Friday
church services. He wrote these while
living in Leipzig, Saxony—which was then one of several small states located in
present day Germany and part of the then declining Holy Roman Empire—and
working as the Thomaskantor at the Thomasschule. Thomaskantor is the title given to the
director of the boys’ choir (the Thomanerchor) at the school. The Thomanerchor dates back to the beginning
of the school, which was founded in 1212 by Augustinians as a free school with
an emphasis on education for the poor.
It grew out of the values of The Canons Regular, which are Augustinian
priests who live communally and are dedicated to learning, care of the sick,
and the needs of those in poverty. The
school arose in the time of Henry VI (famous for imprisoning King Richard the
Lionheart in Trifels Castle and ransoming him for a huge sum of money; Henry VI
was excommunicated by Pope Celestine III for
this) and his son Frederick II,
known as the Hohenstaufen period. As an
Augustinian project, the school had Catholic roots but, after the Reformation,
became a Lutheran institution.
Bach
was the Thomaskantor from 1723 to 1750.
In this position, he was responsible for choir performances in the
Lutheran churches throughout the city; he also taught classes at the Thomasschule. The St.
Matthew Passion, written in 1727, sets to music part of the Gospel of
Matthew and was first played on Good Friday at the St. Thomas church in
Leipzig, probably in either 1727 or 1729.
An obituary written for Bach
mentions that he composed five such pieces; two survive today—the St. Matthew
Passion and the St. John Passion.
The
St. Matthew Passion is a long
piece—almost three hours! I don’t know
the proper vocabulary for describing such music…it has a lot of vocals—solo and
choir—and orchestral music. Any
description I could attempt would fail miserably at conveying a sense of
it. So, if you are so inclined, give it
a listen.