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… KDG Frank Corcoran Geburtstag: 1. Mai 1944 Nation: … Annette Kreutziger-Herr und Axel Klein Frank Corcoran –

Biogramm Stand: 01.04.2006 Frank (Francis B.) Corcoran, geboren am 1.Mai 1944 in …

Record, Self Help 101 (LP 1980) Frank Corcoran – Bibliographie A.?Selbstzeugnisse Corcoran, Frank: Musings on our

School’s Music, … The Cranebag 6.1982, H.1, 52–54

Corcoran 1984a: Not really there … Kinderszenen. Frank Corcoran reviews a highly individual novel …

13.März 1992, Harvard University, Cambridge/Mass.

Corcoran 1992a: Some thoughts on my music, Hamburg 1992

(Manuskript) Corcoran 1994: Stair an Cheoil Geschichte …

NOW CONNECT UP THIS T.U.BERLIN ENTRY WITH : ASPEKTE SALZBURG ! HA-HO !

Frank Corcoran

geb. 1944 in Tipperary Irland.

Studierte in Dublin (alte Sprachen, Philosophie), Rom (Theologie , Gregorianik und Renaissance-Musik) und Berlin (Meisterschüler von Boris Blacher).

1971-79 Music Inspector beim Irischen Erziehungsministerium. 1980 Stipendiat des Berliner Künstlerprogramms .
1981 Gastprofessor an der HdK Berlin. 1982 Professor in Stuttgart, seit 1983 an der Hamburger Musikhochschule. 1989-90 Fulbright-Professor in den USA und Gastdozent in CalArts, Harvard, Wisconsin, Boston, New York und Indiana.

Seit 1983 ist Frank Corcoran Mitglied der Irischen AdK.

Balthasars Traum 1980 ( on CD Frank Corcoran …. )
Sweeney’s Vision 1997 comm. WDR ( won the 1999 Bourges Festival PREMIER PRIX )
Quasi Una Missa 1999 ” ” ( won the Swedish 2000 E.M.S. Prize )
Sweeney’s letztes Gedicht, Sweeney’s Farewell 1997/98
Tradurre – Tradire 2004 comm. DeutschlandRadio 2002

ROSES IN WINTER ALSO PRICK .

Today , Dec. 17, I trained out to fair Hamburg – Blankenese where Thomas Sello, Hamburg Kunsthalle art-historian

and art-critic EXCELLENT blessed my friend, Heinz Gellrich’s TRIPTYCHON and my 2. SYMPHONY , its

“primogenitor ” …

Bemused Blankenese good-burghers smiled and bathed in our harmlessness . The sun shone winterly but strongly into

our concert-hall.

Brahms Lieder were thrashed.

A HAIKU CHAIN

Huge sorrowful eyes
Misted over as horses
Discuss damp sorrow

– Frank Corcoran 2010

lá ceobhránach
is iad ag cabaireacht …
capaill sa ghort

– Gabriel Rosenstock, 2012

on a misty day
they chat…
horses in the field

-Issa, 1812

IRISH TIMES ? CD REVIEW ? WHAT IS THIS FOR XMAS 2017 ? – HMMM.

RHAPSODIC CELLI –

THE MUSIC OF FRANK CORCORAN :

Hamburg-based Irish composer Frank Corcoran’s new RTÉ Lyric FM CD, Rhapsodic Celli, (inset)

was officially launched at a concert of his music at Dublin’s Hugh Lane Gallery on Sunday.

Corcoran is a composer who has always seemed at his best when being a kind of a musical badass.
But the music on the CD and the selection at the concert sound like him turning over a new leaf, showing an intentionally more mellow side of his musical character.

Sadly, I was not persuaded by the concert and have not yet been persuaded by the CD.

RTE LYRIC FM NEW CD FRANK CORCORAN

Soloist Martin Johnson
explores Frank Corcoran’s writing for cello in all its nuances, from the swagger of a concerto and the rhapsodic polyphony of his work for eight cellos through to composer’s arrangements of folk tunes for cello and piano informed by the rhythmic patois of the Irish language.

Frank Corcoran has lived and taught in Germany for most of his professional life but has retained a profound connection with the literature and traditional music of his native country.
It is this distance from and relationship with Ireland that informs so much of his music: directly, as in the case of his short Rhapsodietta Joyceana for solo cello and, more subtly, in the tensile interplay between soloist and orchestra in his first Cello Concerto.

Nowhere is this sense of place more evident, however, than in Corcoran’s Duetti Irlandesi for Cello and Piano which pay homage to his distant musical ancestor, the master harper Floirint Ó Corcorain.
These traditional melodies would originally have been played on the Irish harp and the Composer says, “…have been haunting me since my rural childhood in Tipperary. I had long been appalled by the settings of old Irish melodies attempted by Beethoven, Haydn, Britten, Harty and too many other well-meaning composers: their often saccharine harmonies, their rhythmic iron corsets or indeed the foursquare form too often adopted.”
Instead, Corcoran has incorporated the freer sean nós or old-style singing rhythms and grace notes into his classically informed settings of these tunes so they become “… historical miniatures of my vanished Ireland.”

CHAMBER CHOIR IRELAND 8. Dec. Kilkenny 9. Dec. Christchurch Dublin

PROGRAMME

Frank Corcoran
An Irish Carol

Gerald Barry
O Tannenbaum
Eoghan Desmond
Coventry Carol
Eoghan Desmond
A Babe is Born

OFFSTAGE FOR 2 MINS

Hugo Distler
The Christmas Story

The first group of carols will be
sung as a sequence so please
reserve applause to the end of
the section when it will be very
welcome!
The concert will run without an
interval

Frank Corcoran
Frank Corcoran was born in Tipperary and studied in Dublin, Maynooth, Rome
and Berlin (with Boris Blacher). He was the first Irish composer to have his
‘Symphony No. 1’ (1980) premiered in Vienna.
He was a music inspector for the Department of Education in Ireland
from 1971 to 1979. He was awarded a composer fellowship by the Berlin
Künstlerprogramm in 1980, a guest professorship in West Berlin in 1981, and
was professor of music in Stuttgart in 1982. Since 1983 he has been professor of
composition and theory in the Staatliche Hochschule für Musik und darstellende
Kunst, Hamburg. During 1989-90 he was visiting professor and Fulbright
Scholar at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and he has been a guest
lecturer at Princeton University, CalArts, Harvard University, Boston College,
New York University and Indiana University.
His works have been performed and broadcast in Europe, Asia, USA, Canada
and South America. He has been commissioned by NDR, RTÉ, the Arts
Council, U.W.M., Sender Freies Berlin, W.D.R., Deutschlandfunk, North South
Consonance New York, Dublin Living Music Festival, Cantus Chamber Orchestra
Zagreb, Dublin Festival of Twentieth Century Music, AXA International
Piano Competition, Wireworks Hamburg, Slí Nua, RTÉ lyric fm, Now U Know
Washington, New Music Boston, Carroll’s Summer Music, Book of Kells U.W.M.,
Crash Ensemble, Hamburg Ministry of Culture, Tonhalle Düsseldorf, Stuttgart
Bläserquintett, the Irish Chamber Orchestra and the National Chamber Choir of
Ireland.
Awards include Studio Akustische Kunst First Prize 1996 for his ‘Joycepeak
Music’ (1995), Premier Prix at the 1999 Bourges International Electro-acoustic
Music Competition for his composition ‘Sweeney’s Vision’ (1997) and the
2002 Swedish EMS Prize for ‘Quasi Una Missa’ (1999). He was also awarded
the 1972 Feis Ceoil Prize, the 1973 Varming Prize and the 1975 Dublin
Symphony Orchestra Prize. More recently he won the Sean Ó Riada Award at
the Cork International Choral Festival 2012 for his ‘Two Unholy Haikus’. His
‘Eight Haikus’ for large choir won first prize outright in the 2013 International
Federation For Choral Music. CDs of his music have been released on the Black
Box, Marco Polo, Col-Legno, Wergo, Composers’ Art, IMEB-Unesco, Zeitklang
and Caprice labels.
Frank Corcoran is a founding member of Aosdána, Ireland’s
state-sponsored academy of creative artists.

An Irish Carol 2014

( Translation : Frank Corcoran from the Irish of Aodh Mac Aingil )

You’re God’s blessing, holy child,
In the manger oh, so mild.
It’s yours, dazzling gold bright
Your glorious home and palace here tonight.
Babe so small, whom we behold.
Babe so young, yet aeons old!
This manger here you cannot wholly fill.
And heavens halls you’re occupying still!
I will fetch my water pail.
I will brush this lowly stall.
I’ll kindle fire in my heart, so cold.
I’ll purify my body into gold.
Lend your eyes, now, nature blind.
See who’s here for us, mankind.
Now I believe all things God foretold.
Almighty, ageless, young and old.
Amen!
You’re God’s holy child.
In the manger, oh so mild.
It’s yours, dazzling wealth like gold so bright,
Your glorious home, a palace here tonight.

THE JOURNAL OF MUSIC – A DISTINGUISHED AUTHOR

Frank Corcoran

Since 1983 Frank Corcoran has been Professor of Composition and Theory in the Staatliche Hochschule für Musik und Darstellende Kunst, Hamburg.

His CDs include Mad Sweeney (BBM 1026) and Symphonies Nos. 2, 3, & 4 (Marco Polo 8.225107).

Frank Corcoran is guest composer and artistic director at the Sligo Contemporary Music Festival, full details of which appear on the back cover of The JMI. Since 1983 Frank Corcoran has been professor of composition and theory in the Staatliche Hochschule fur Musik und darstellende Kunst, Hamburg.

His CDs include Mad Sweeney (BBM 1026) and Symphonies Nos. 2,3 & 4 (Marco Polo 8.225107)

MY NDR CHORAL CONCERT IN 2009 – I REMEMBER IT : WHAT FUN !

COMPOSED AFTER MY NDR HAMBURG CONCERT 22.2.2009 WITH NDR CHOIR,

PHILIP AHMANN, CONDUCTOR

From the ink-well of the sky trees enjoy now and again a pint in interdendric peace.
They slurp, imbibe, quaff that blue-stuff . Great blossomers fill their gobs with heavenly dark juices which angels ( with nothing better to do ) have been quietly brewing for some time now. Trees sate their selves. They grow heavy with clotted goblets . A pint of sky´s your only man, oaks, winking at each other over beaded brims of ink-wells. Californian grand boles let down that liquid, a litre of sky-ooze. Your European dendron´s not far behind as the elms fill parched, treey orifices with watery white-blue on certain days we´ve all had, as a contrast to chlorofilled greens and their woody atmosphere, forests smelling of harmless mushrooms or harmless animals´ spoor in their gloaming.
Out of heavenly vessels that once were on village-children´s pre-Famine desk-tops my trees do drink. A lot.

Their boles and blossom and fancy foot-work need the dancer´s drought, its satiation.

Enough is not enough of the high atmospheric. They enjoy oral and labial quenching, sloughing and guzzling down Heaven’s ink-wells´liquid. Yup !
Trees´ beaks love. Trees are deep-down more skim-milk blue than greenish sap. From tap-room to toe-lips rhey crave and slaver.
Tiny trees ape their giants´ bibulosity, From high pots trees accept injected true-blue.
I thirst.
An elder was heard; a high birch inclined in order to dabble in the real ould mountainy sky-dew. An enormous sky-watcher, perhaps a dinosaur-tree,would go insane for even the lighter stuff, easier to pour, mixed in with skim-milk . Injest, trees. Digest these oaks´ beastings. Make pleasurable drink-smacking up there near your heavenly buckets of this potage. Sip please! No gulping, we´re trees, all arboreality , sylvan or heavy drinkers.
Hear the ground-swelling of this oceanic swilling. Look skywards, trees anonymous. From these troughs and those stratospheric wells of ink a mantle of blue for their botanic brewery. Trees tongue their ink as a swaddling child its clouds´ooze.
Out of this rarified high air the foggy dew is trees´due.
Trees do, yes. Wooden beaks pleasured. Unsawn branches soar towards the bursting amniotic. They empty ink-wells , their very inner veins now very fullish with pan-treey superfluity, almost sick with this heavenly milk.

Noble trees, a grá for blob and droplet, the blue dropped note.