Frank Corcoran

1.  ”  Alto Rhapsody    /   High, pure, soaring , searing line    /    My orchestra snores.  ”

2.  ”  For the womb the seed sighs  /   Thresh and turn and disappear  /  The high silence drowned….  ”

3.    ( – Thus I translated my beloved 1778  Tipperary folksong  ” The Prison Of Clonmel ”   /   ” Priosún Cluain Meala”   – a stupendous,  Mahlerian / ” quasi militare ”   vignette, to be repeated four times by my Contralto and Orchstra , each time  with my rhythms,  colours,
orchestration, etc.  a little changed….  )

”  One short year ago /  I strutted to Ardpatrick  /  To put lace on my bonnet  / /     Next Friday evening  / they´ll shove my head on a pike /  It will be snowing  on my soul…  ”

4.  ”    Suppose God is light ?  /   My eye tries to see itself  /   Soft horns , clarinets.

5. ”    Whisper, whisper  ” tramonto ”  /     Tiptoes through my dark window .  /  Well, is this, then, death  ?

What is history ? What is Papal history ?  e.g.  does a stop-the-traffic-and-ALL-other-visitors to these Viterbo Bagni ( Terme dei Papi  Papal visit of a Culo Papale in eg. Dante´s time or even today ( yes, it still happens )  constitute history ?

History of the particular Culo Papale ? Of its Pope? Of his entourage ? Of his times and pomps and fears ?  Of theirs ? Whose Cosmic Indifference ( I intend these capitals )  can help our historian here ? Sulphur , noble and healing friend of all our culi, of our scabies and our soul´s gout and skin´s rabies and scurvy worse , was misused, apparently,  by John Milton and Co.  ( the Jahwist ? From which King James´s ” brimstone “, then ? ) to hot up our hots and to lave our sodomies and our Papal differences and superbic self-lacerations  for all of, ahem, recorded time ; I pondered as I raised my own humble(d) culo out of  these hot and healing and laving  waters of our Thermal Culo Bath.

Maybe it now helps me to compose my newest  ALTO RHAPSODY, that chalumeau – Brahmsian , superb and flowing line, my ( Brahmsian ) orchestral chording and voice-accompanying , a melting Satz. Singing the High Song. Ecstasy pure.

April 27 2014

Dublin Royal Hibernian Academy   14.30  to  16.30

Concorde Concert  including Irish Premiere of Frank Corcoran´s  ” A  DARK  SONG ”  for  Solo Bassclarinet  ( Paul Roe )  and  – for  Frank´s

Seventieth Birthday –  the first screening of C.M.C.´s  commissioned  Frank Corcoran film  (  Mark  Linnane  )

2015  An Bhliain Nua  2015.  13ú Márta.

Dublin Premiere of Frank Corcoran´s stunning new CELLO CONCERTO

( NSO  /  great soloist Martin Johnson´s resined cellow bow. Molto.  )

Until I´d hatched and birthed the 2012 VIOLIN CONCERTO , I wasn´t ready to attempt these 4 mighty movements, my solo cello line as both singing song / weaving scéal/ soaring ecstasy, pitted against.

Yes, I, this composer, am also pitted against mighty Dvoak and  incomparable Lutoslawsky. I´ll do it.

This Hamburg sky is mixed today, blue plus clouds. The sermonizer´s now at his old game of how´ll I trap excellence, whether thought or sounded.

Hmmm. Between the thought and the act falls the shadow. ( “This Sunday will never again come back ” etc, ) I may call it bathos or pathos, it depends. What texts then for a projected Alto Rhapsody ? Far in the future, yes, but  what seamless text ?  On this Sunday, well, I as yet don´t know; the soaring words must soar as the alto voice soars, deep-throat, middle and occasional upper range.How´ll the orchestra help or hinder ?

I don´t quite yet know that either. But I will.

“Stop bashing Basho !”

Issa was furious now,

The bottle weeping.

25.1.2014. NDR – KLASSIK ” Prisma Musik ” .

Frank Corcoran´s radiophonic analysis of Brahms VIOLIN CONCERTO and

Frank Corcoran: VIOLIN CONCERTO .

TWO XMAS HAIKUS

Wine, songs, feasting
Halt for a moment my slide
Down Time´s cold ski-slopes.

Children, wrap up warm!
Old Red Fattie´s a-comin´,
Reindeers shit on snow.

The two works by Frank Corcoran, who was on hand to respond to the
dilemma in his unique, witty, wordy way, had to be toned down, so that
Corcoran’s music, which often comes across as Xenakis meets Irish
mythology, had an exceptionally mild manner on this particular occasion.