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Creative Musicians Retreat (CMR) 2021 - Composers Forum I

by The Walden School

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Text for Three Songs from the Forest by Wendy Griffiths Metallic by Elaine Equi A gong is struck in the temple of a dream signaling change. On the bare stage of a bare room, some that are not there, come. Others not there, go. While we in the audience assume new positions, ideas. Like a spear, the sound travels through the night and next day—reverberates still—a subtle difference more felt than heard, but distinctly. The Owl by Arthur Sze The path was purple in the dusk. I saw an owl, perched, on a branch. And when the owl stirred, a fine dust fell from its wings. I was silent then. And felt the owl quaver. And at dawn, waking, the path was green in the May light. Pied Piper By Nick Flynn He wanders among us, village to village, hauling his sack of rats. Nightfall he stands, at the edge now of ours & in the dark releases them. They gnaw our sills & eat our grain, they fill our wells & find our cribs & lurk among our apples. Morning comes, his shingle hung— the solution is his song. Some offer gold, some offer milk, what else to do, we’re over- run, we each must make a promise. Those without, what can we offer— a child will do, just give a name, he’ll fold it up, he’ll take our word, his smile a blackened sickle. comes, he plays his song, past barn, past gate, the rats now wake, they go to him, the song he plays, they tumble out & tumble in & back into his sack. When he returns, his fee now owed, some sense a trick, some sense a lie, & some refuse to pay him. Our promise breaks, he shakes his head, he wanders off, we sense a chill, the woods around us dark & deep, the trees around us listen. That night he’s back, the song he plays, our children rise now up from sleep & out they stream, into the street, parade away behind him. Morning now & no one knows & morning now & no one hears & to this day they’re huddled now & somewhere now they’re waking.
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Text for How I Hate Disease by Nick Main Song (I am stuck) by Frank O'Hara I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab which is typical and not just of modern life mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves must lovers of Eros end up with Venus muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you how I hate disease, it's like worrying that comes true and it simply must not be able to happen in a world where you are possible my love nothing can go wrong for us, tell me Ancient Music by Ezra Pound Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm. Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm, So 'gainst the winter's balm. Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm. Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMN

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The Walden School

2021 Creative Musicians Retreat

Composers Forum I
Marcos Balter & Caroline Mallonee, moderators

Tuesday, June 15, 2021
7:30 p.m.

Louise Shonk Kelly Recital Hall
Dublin School
Dublin, New Hampshire

This composers forum was dedicated to Carlos Shimizu.

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The Walden School Dublin, New Hampshire

Founded in 1972, the Walden School is an acclaimed summer music school and festival, offering programs that emphasize creativity through musicianship, improvisation, and composition. Our programs include the Young Musicians Program (9-18) and the Creative Musicians Retreat (18+). Set in beautiful New Hampshire, Walden provides an inspiring retreat-like environment ideal for creative music making. ... more

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