N.D.R. Kultur broadcasts my Radiophonic Analysis of Beethoven´s Seventh Symphony.
” ” my Irische Mikrokosmoi for String Orchestra.
” ” my Second Symphony for Large Orchestra.
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N.D.R. Kultur broadcasts my Radiophonic Analysis of Beethoven´s Seventh Symphony.
” ” my Irische Mikrokosmoi for String Orchestra.
” ” my Second Symphony for Large Orchestra.
After I was killed in Iraq last year, I dreamed that I heard that drake quacking once again at the castle-moat.
Thus:
” What a social surd it´s been, quaak, my last quarter of a century earning a duck-family´s crud. How finely unartistic and unmusical my fine crust-earning conservatoire years; all for my drakes, the ducks; ´twas a social desert, ´twas, an inter-draked dump; the house lacked any normal duck-love in its foyer, yeah, quack, we had yellow-eyed envy in the arty-farty toilets . The shadow of 1945 was cast still over our Duck-President´s music-office . What a fitting successor to the Gestapo torture-chambers ( where they had turned the musical screw in that corner ) was our Duckschule´s professors´ aviary lunch-cum-pissoir corner which I had to frequent in them dark quack-eighties. It was a very casino musicale with all poultry birds´ feathers feathering all musical nests, all vanities and inanities and major-minor turds and performing eejits and composing midgets and duck theorists. No defence, drakes, for such an architectural,atonal, acoustic and aesthetic monstrosity. Yes, a hide-out for Moovietone civil servants of sounding necrophilia. Quick! Quack! Quake! Slake!”
He paddled. He dived! I could hardly believe this splatted castle-moat bilge that drake was moaning out in his filthy moat-water. Slaking his beak he dropped silvery droplets, his water-tones. He drearily draked on:
” So I waddles shyly in to just no waiting reception-committee, – Hey! ” collegiality” is not a duck-word. So I stumbles over the President´s threshold as he was sticking on his most drakish smile . ” I´m sorry, Herr Guest Drake, but I can´t help you out at all with your unfortunate case of Herr Crutch´s Phelt!” sez he.
So I was out at sea on the holy moat-water for the best part of the next twenty five years. Prof. Crutch´s Phelt, get this, had wanted my professorial drake´s chair for his then unmusical mistress ; her professorial appointment , mine had obviously blocked hers, would have halved the distance ( it was snickered ) from her class-room to his feather bed-room. See? So in retaliation Crutch´s Phelt syphons off all compositional young hope from my teaching-load for the rest of his crutch´s phelty reign at our High Duck-Shed. And to this day he, too, uses our professors´ eat-corner-cum- pissoir. So it was only then it slowly dawned on this drake, ducks, and hen-eggs : what I treated of in class was of not the slightest interest to that arch-drake nor to the ducklings´s doctorates ; it was only my teaching load at Crutch´s Phelp Musictone-University that was quantifiable. Which was all that mattered. Quick! Quake! Quack, pay any lip-service to reforming that irrelevant dodo of a Hogs Skool? Yes, there was simply no Disney interest in the pitiable hog-wash we´d dish up to dem young, suffering ducklets .
No colleagues greeted – Disneys don´t do greeting, we do not web-shake. Our Good Chief Duck Architect had wetted his paddle-feet; he made sure that this wasn´t ever, ever, ever going to grow into a real Hochschule; eg. he forgot to plan for it, so we had no drakes´corner where you´d ever have a human intercourse. Let not duckish humanity soften a High Hog Skool´s Rule of the knife or be knifed for their high table. Do not tink tunes! No sing! No quacked doodle! Quick! We have not a second! Clock up de dying hours! Flap! Quaak! Thus did I, drake, see my drake-decades crawl till I´d be finally pensioning off the water of this castle-moat from both my webbed feet, I swear to Great Poultry . Meanwhile some colleagues, a few loving drakes died ; but some were replaced by Quack Again!”
His moated drakespeak had ended on, for a musician of sorts, his flat note. Sour or surly. I risked a parting : ” But surely there was something, anything at all, golden in your twenty five years at the Ducks´Shed? You mean to say you learned nothing? From musical youth ? From young lovely ducks?” But he had already dived . The dark-green moat closed over his brown drake-backside, leaving an unpleasantly grey smudge on the castle-waters. So I went beck to being dead after my own Iraq service….
November 23 2008. Sorry, it´s December 11 next at the Festival Mondain in Bucharest, then December 13 in Kluj, premier by Duo Moderno of my ” Quasi Un Duo” for doublebass and piano.
22 February 2009 North German Radio Choir in das neue werk Festival: German premiere of Frank
Corcoran´s ” 9 ASPECTS OF AN IRISH POEM” for Violin and Large Choir.
23 August 2008 Futura Festival, Crest, France : French premiere of ” QUASI UNA MISSA” ( 1999
W.D.R. commission. 2002 Swedish E.M.S. Prize ) .
Dec. 8 2008 Meridian Festival, Bukarest : Basso Moderno premieres my new “Quasi Una Perla”. Thus:
A last alone the
Long day writhing into night
Moon-shine is my love
René Magritte was
Off on his French hobby-horse:
“I am NOT my pipe!”
Age-old Greek river,
Was unwashed Heraklitus
Ever smelled again?
In 1987 I pared the quill and wrote: ” Two Hardy Referentialists And The Debate On Expression In
Music”. ( International Review Of The Aesthetics And Sociology Of Music IRASM 18, 2, 237 – 245 )
In this bee-loud glade
My nine and fifty plum-trees
They and I blooming
Ora è buio Jetzt ist es Zwielicht
Sulle isole pini Sie sind wie Faust und Fäustchen
Pugno e pugno Pinieninsel
May 18. R.A.I. Tre / Cultura: Frank Corcoran´s 3. String Quartet ( Caleno Quartet )
August 23 , a Saturday, at 11.30 a.m. , at the Futura Festival Paris, Frank Corcoran´s
“Quasi Una Missa” ( 1999 W.D.R. commission ; 2002 Swedish E.M.S. Prize )
May 7. Lyric Fm broadcasts my ” QUASI UNA FUGA” with the Irish Chamber Orchestra/ Anthony
Marwood.
May 10. for Johannes Brahms 175th. birthday , North German Radio commissions Frank Corcoran two
hours radiophonic analysis of Brahms´ Fourth Symphony.
May 10. NDR broadcasts my Fourth Symphony ( National Symphony Orchestra / Colman Pearce ) .
May 10. I complete new ” QUASI UNA PERLA” for the Washington-based Basso Moderno ( piano and
double-bass ) .
My silver syringe
Sucks out dark blood for vipers
Poison for poison
In the high temple
Hunger for tea-cake, flowers,
Mountain marmalade
Up on one long leg
Long Mary sights her own beak
Water reflected
In its Milky Way
Glides and flexes and ripples
Our Solar System
Season of mellow
Yellow fruit; ripeness is all
Too tired to die
Their great flaps empty
The whirring wings are circling
Empty this goose gyre
Tawny-Beaujolais
Autumn´s light a bit burnished
The grass a bit burned
I stirred not before
That entire rice-field was sown
A willow witnessed
Will not one singing
Beetle or bee make him blush ?
Poor Palestrina