the blinding access of the grace of flesh
Chris DENCH Born 1953, London, England
- the blinding access of the grace of flesh (2003)
- flute, clarinet in C, voice, guitar, percussion, violin and violoncello
Commissioned by ELISION Ensemble with the assistance of the Australia Council
"When I asked Ma Nelson what this picture
[Titian's Leda and the Swan]
meant, she told me it was a demonstration of the blinding access of the
grace of flesh"
--Fevvers, in Nights at the Circus by Angela CARTER
Episodic memory recalls direct perception; semantic memory recalls
meaning. Nodes are concepts in semantic memory -- memes -- that
ultimately
can be associated with neural activity in the brain. The linkage of
nodes is the essence of what we refer to as meaning, and is assembled as
a hierarchy. The level of the node, whether concept (the simplest
recognisable unit), proposition, or schema,
determines the complexity of
the idea, behaviour, or artifact that it helps to sustain in the culture
at large.
--adapted from Consilience by Edward O WILSON
This piece can be `read´ in a number of ways. Firstly, the work conforms
to one of my preferred structural archetypes, that of the cosmological
Standard Model. Secondly, the sections' titles indicate that the work
describes a gradual increase in musical dimensionality, as described in
E O Wilson's comments on memes,
from the scaled-up point-like single
dimension of node, to the surface-like duets of
proposition, and
ultimately the space-like plenum of schema.
Finally, the title leads us
to imagine the work as a metaphorical reminiscence -- or, as the text
suggests, melancholy recollection.
the blinding access of the grace of flesh
is dedicated to ELISION Ensemble, and to Kathryn Sullivan.
e(i)ther by berni m janssen
[node]
the night unends
[proposition]
you have no more breath
you are a sky empty of stars
you have burdened night with an emptiness
grown voluminous. it cloaks me with tears.
the tears are stars from which your warmth glows.
your absence is warmth and sorrow your presence.
[schema]
sorrow is a strange companion, silent and demanding.
sleep is respite in the shallow grave of your absence
the bones quiver in the horizontal eclipse
are no more than a reducing line between earth and sky
my voice is as a thin line, bonebrittle
the river flows to the sea and your sorrow released,
our tears find sympathy in the company of brine
her hands silently eclipse sorrow
Programme note © Chris DENCH
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