Frank Corcoran

This May valley , my plain plain, warms up. How separate the dancing work from its poor dancer / its composer ? From its success(es)? – Ballyhoo versus “perfection” of my nocturnal strivings / shrivings ? Take with this dauncer , for once, this my deep breath now, once, for ever, with me: I am beginning my next composition: ” Variations On FRANCIS CORCORAN “.
For winding wind plus strings.