Track 143: Desolation
The barren landscape after loss, when even grief has exhausted itself.
Solo viola wanders through F minor emptiness. Bass clarinet as cold wind. Isolated harp drops descending like water in a cave. 66 notes across 6:30 — the sparsest piece yet.
The silence between notes IS the desolation.
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Victor Hugo (1802-1885) French writer
Poem (1876), “The Vanished City [La Ville Disparue],” Legend of the Ages: New Series [La Légende des siècles: La Nouvelle Série], No. 4 (1877) [tr. Carrington (1885)]
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For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind. [Car pour faire un désert, Dieu, maître des vivants, Commence par les rois et finit par les vents.] (Source (French))
A quotation from Thomas Carlyle
In that strange island Iceland, — burst up, the geologists say, by fire from the bottom of the sea; a wild land of barrenness and lava; swallowed many months of every year in black tempests, yet with a wild gleaming beauty in summertime; towering up there, stern and grim, in the North Ocean with its snow jokuls, roaring geysers, sulphur-pools and horrid volcanic chasms, like the waste chaotic battle-field of Frost and Fire; — where of all places we least looked for Literature or written memorials, the record of these things was written down.Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) Scottish essayist and historian
Lecture (1840-05-05), “The Hero as Divinity,” Home House, Portman Square, London
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In that strange island Iceland, -- burst up, the geologists say, by fire from the bottom of the sea; a wild land of barrenness and lava; swallowed many months of every year in black tempests, yet with a wild gleaming beauty in summertime; towering up there, stern and grim, in…
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