John Cage (1912-1992), Sonata X for prepared piano (1946-48); Tim Ovens, live, published 2009
Forever – is composed of Nows –
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 690 (Franklin)
Irma Thomas (1941-), “Time Is on My Side” (J. Ragovoy, J. Norman), 1964
Wild night – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 269 (Johnson)
sounds of New York
Ingrid Laubrock (tenor saxophone), Tom Rainey (drums), Brandon Lopez (bass), with artwork by Yuko Otomo, live (performance begins at 4:00), New York, 2/23/21
other day, Oak Park, Ill.
I can wade Grief –
Whole pools of it –
I’m used to that –
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet –
And I tip – drunken –
Let no Pebble – smile –
‘Twas the New Liquor –
That was All!
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 312 (Franklin)
sounds of Paris
Toru Takemitsu (1930-1996), And then I knew ’twas Wind (1992); Ensemble Intercontemporain, live, Paris, 2017
this morning, Oak Park, Ill.
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then we knew “twas Wind –
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as Sand –
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 276 (Franklin)
Ela Minus, live (“Porch Song [by Jesse and Forever]/Jamaica”), New York, 2016
yesterday, Chicago (Columbus Park)
Who has not found the Heaven – below –
Will fail of it above –
For Angels rent the House next ours,
Wherever we remove –
—Emily Dickinson, 1609 (Franklin)
Happy (belated) birthday, Emily (b. December 10, 1830).
This morning I stumbled upon this after encountering the phrase “the crowded air” in an Emily Dickinson poem (229 [Franklin], “Musicians wrestle everywhere –”) and googling it. The moment it ended, I wanted to hear it again.
Milton Babbitt (1916-2011), The Crowded Air (1988); Boston Modern Orchestra Project, 2013
other day, Chicago
Andrea Bocelli (1958-, voice), Music for Hope (“Panis Angelicus” (from “Messe Solennelle” Op. 12, FWV 61), César Franck; “Ave Maria,” CG 89a (arr. from Johann Sebastian Bach, “Prelude” no. 1, BWV 846), Charles-François Gounod; “Sancta Maria” (arr. from “Cavalleria Rusticana”, Intermezzo), Pietro Mascagni; “Domine Deus” (from “Petite Messe Solennelle”), Gioachino Antonio Rossini; “Amazing Grace,” John Newton), live, Italy (Milan), 4/12/20
other day, Oak Park, Ill.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), 314 (Franklin)