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2.picc.2.2.2-4.2.2.btrbn.1-timp.perc(2):BD/vib/crot/tam-t/susp.cym-strings

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Publisher

Boosey & Hawkes

Territory
This work is available from Boosey & Hawkes for the world.

World Premiere
11/13/2015
Théâtre Espace Coluche, Plaisir
Orchestre national d'Île de France / Enrique Mazzola
Composer's Notes

The opening to This Midnight Hour is inspired by the character and power of the lower strings of L'Orchestre national d'Île de France. From here, 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.

—Anna Clyne

iLa musica;
-mujer desnuda,
corriendo loca por la noche pura! -

—Juan Ramón Jiménez

La musica - by Juan Ramón Jiménez
translated by Robert Bly:

Music –
a naked woman
running mad through the pure night

Harmonie du soir

Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!

Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu'on afflige;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir.

Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu'on afflige,
Un coeur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir;
Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige.

Un coeur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir,
Du passé lumineux recueille tout vestige!
Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige...
Ton souvenir en moi luit comme un ostensoir!

—Charles Baudelaire

Harmonie du soir - by Charles Baudelaire
translated by William Aggeler:

The season is at hand when swaying on its stem
Every flower exhales perfume like a censer;
Sounds and perfumes turn in the evening air;
Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!

Every flower exhales perfume like a censer;
The violin quivers like a tormented heart;
Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
The sky is sad and beautiful like an immense altar.

The violin quivers like a tormented heart,
A tender heart, that hates the vast, black void!
The sky is sad and beautiful like an immense altar;
The sun has drowned in his blood which congeals...

A tender heart that hates the vast, black void
Gathers up every shred of the luminous past!
The sun has drowned in his blood which congeals...
Your memory in me glitters like a monstrance!

Press Quotes

“This is no lightweight ‘concert opener’ but a substantial, richly imagistic score, its implicit, montage-like narrative orchestrated with a high degree of imagination.” —Bachtrack

“2015’s This Midnight Hour is a noirish nocturne, its 13 poetry-inspired minutes as packed with ideas as a Strauss or Sibelius tone poem.” —The Arts Desk

“… a strange and beautiful composition with much fire and fury at both ends, and attractive lyricism at its core." —Belfast Telegraph


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