Frank Corcoran

Suppose the sandal had been on the other frozen foot, doctor ? The scream a mere whimpered whim ? I did win the 1974 Varming Prize for Irish Composers. I did win the 1975 Dublin Symphony Orchestra Prize ( with , as it happened, ” Three Orchestral Pieces – Pictures From My Exhibition” ).
Only supposing that symphonic pat on the back had not come , the scream never to be unleashed at the nod of a redenned dudeen ? My orchestral roar against cosmic indifference?
Hide the truth; my four horns are singing it out now ! Trumpets´ dialogue between smoke and screen. ( I smell burning ) There is the loneliness angle, too. ( On his Death Certificate, par. 3., his neck after they cut him down, sore but unbroken. )
Unbowed the strings. – I meant, as in ” unbowed their backs “…. As for the percussion section, well, how right was Richard Strauss: ” never, never even dare to look in THAT direction; otherwise your tom-toms and your timp.s and all your faithful gongs and tam-tams and myriad drums will ruin her vocal line. Believe! ”
My time is short. How´ll I translate her Scream´s Shadow ? Into something more interesting ? More durable and ( subcutaneously ) more riveting ? Deeply disturbing and deploring end exploring ?