PASSING THROUGH NOTHING [2021] c. 10'00''
string quartet
PASSING THROUGH NOTHING [2021] c. 10'00''
string quartet
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Commissioned by Neo Quartet
First performance: 6 June 2021, Sopot, Poland Neo Quartet Karolina Piątkowska-Nowicka - violin I. Paweł Kapica - violin II. Michał Markiewicz - viola Krzysztof Pawłowski - violoncello 
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Inspired by the 1942 poem The Past of Louise Glück
Small light in the sky appearing
suddenly between
two pine boughs, their fine needles
now etched onto the radiant surface
and above this
high, feathery heaven--
Smell the air. That is the smell of the white pine,
most intense when the wind blows through it
and the sound it makes equally strange,
like the sound of the wind in a movie--
Shadows moving. The ropes
making the sound they make. What you hear now
will be the sound of the nightingale, Chordata,
the male bird courting the female--
The ropes shift. The hammock
sways in the wind, tied
firmly between two pine trees.
Smell the air. That is the smell of the white pine.
It is my mother’s voice you hear
or is it only the sound the trees make
when the air passes through them
because what sound would it make,
passing through nothing?
Small light in the sky appearing
suddenly between
two pine boughs, their fine needles
now etched onto the radiant surface
and above this
high, feathery heaven--
Smell the air. That is the smell of the white pine,
most intense when the wind blows through it
and the sound it makes equally strange,
like the sound of the wind in a movie--
Shadows moving. The ropes
making the sound they make. What you hear now
will be the sound of the nightingale, Chordata,
the male bird courting the female--
The ropes shift. The hammock
sways in the wind, tied
firmly between two pine trees.
Smell the air. That is the smell of the white pine.
It is my mother’s voice you hear
or is it only the sound the trees make
when the air passes through them
because what sound would it make,
passing through nothing?
NeoQuartet
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Creation of this work was supported from public sources in the form of a scholarship from the Slovak Arts Council
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