Chamber Music Clarinet,
Flute, Guitar, Horn,
Viola, Violin,
Violoncello
SKU:
PR.114420410
Chamber Concerto for
Guitar and Ensemble.
Composed by George
Rochberg. Set of Score
and Parts.
30+10+8+10+12+10+10+10
pages. Duration 20
minutes. Theodore Presser
Company #114-42041.
Published by Theodore
Presser Company
(PR.114420410).
UPC:
680160687015.
In
one of the dedicatory
poems to his verse play
The Shadowy Waters
(1906), William Butler
Yeats asks: Is Eden far
away...? Do our woods and
winds and verponds cover
more quiet woods, More
shining winds, more
star-glimmering ponds? Is
Eden out of time and out
of space? How do you
answer such questions? We
have only the vague
elusive promptings of our
own mysterious, troubled
hearts to tell us that
the Eden we long for is
there, somewhere beyond
the physical world which
frames our existence, in
another realm of
different dimensions. And
- what is most painful to
admit - that it is closed
to us in the form in
which we live and
breathe, even if at times
we do have
intimations..., Yeats is
telling us that this
paradise, this Eden we
yearn for is here -
present even if
invisible, palpable even
if intangible. In his
Second Symphony, Mahler
meets an angel who tells
him he can't get into
heaven, he's locked out.
The news is shattering.
What follows is an
inconsolable sorrowing,
the same sorrowing that
comes when we wake to the
realization that we too
are locked out of Eden.
Eden is the heaven of our
longing and desire for
release from pain and
suffering. Eden is the
image in our restive
minds that reflects the
reconciled, resolved,
quiescent state of soul
we hunger for. But Eden
eludes -because it is not
a place. It is a state of
soul which answers none
of the illusory,
hampering conditions that
shape and bind us to the
real world of our bodies,
our appetites, our
passions, and our
beliefs. I have turned
Yeats' question Is Eden
out of time and out of
space? into its own
answering. However near
we may sense its presence
at times, Eden remains
unreachable, ungraspable,
unknowable, unthinkable.
It forever eludes us. I
wrote this music the way
I did to shut out -with
quietness and
otherworldliness - the
clamor and clang of the
raucous Garish Day, to
turn away its tumult and
noise, to negate its
stridency and chaos.
Perhaps in the cleansing
stillness and blessing of
this emptied-out state of
soul, Eden, through still
hidden, may not be so far
way; though still
unreachable, may be close
enough almost to
touch.
In one of the
dedicatory poems to his
verse play “The
Shadowy Watersâ€
(1906), William Butler
Yeats asks:“Is Eden
far away…?Do our
woods and windsand
verponds cover morequiet
woods,More shining
winds,more
star-glimmeringponds?Is
Eden out of timeand out
of space?â€How do
you answer such
questions? We have only
the vague elusive
promptings of our own
mysterious, troubled
hearts to tell us that
the Eden we long for is
there, somewhere beyond
the physical world which
frames our existence, in
another realm of
different dimensions. And
– what is most
painful to admit –
that it is closed to us
in the form in which we
live and breathe, even if
at times we do have
intimations…, Yeats
is telling us that this
paradise, this Eden we
yearn for is here
– present even if
invisible, palpable even
if intangible.In his
Second Symphony, Mahler
meets an angel who tells
him he can’t get
into heaven, he’s
locked out. The news is
shattering. What follows
is an inconsolable
sorrowing, the same
sorrowing that comes when
we wake to the
realization that we too
are locked out of
Eden.Eden is the heaven
of our longing and desire
for release from pain and
suffering. Eden is the
image in our restive
minds that reflects the
reconciled, resolved,
quiescent state of soul
we hunger for. But Eden
eludes –because it
is not a place. It is a
state of soul which
answers none of the
illusory, hampering
conditions that shape and
bind us to the real world
of our bodies, our
appetites, our passions,
and our beliefs.I have
turned Yeats’
question “Is Eden
out of time and out of
space?†into its
own answering. However
near we may sense its
presence at times, Eden
remains unreachable,
ungraspable, unknowable,
unthinkable. It forever
eludes us.I wrote this
music the way I did to
shut out –with
quietness and
otherworldliness –
the clamor and clang of
the raucous “Garish
Day,†to turn away
its tumult and noise, to
negate its stridency and
chaos. Perhaps in the
cleansing stillness and
blessing of this
emptied-out state of
soul, Eden, through still
hidden, may not be so far
way; though still
unreachable, may be close
enough almost to
touch.
Quiet Time
