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GLORY SONGS:More Music from the Works of James JoyceA Live Performance by
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WHEN: |
7:00 P.M. Sat., December 3, 2005 |
WHERE: |
SprachKunst im Luisenhof Art Gallery Südring 10 44787 Bochum, Germany (About 9 miles east of Essen) |
ADMISSION IS FREE TO INVITED GUESTS To obtain an invitation, contact: Claudia Seider Phone: (02 34) 9 12 82 48 Email: info@sprachkunst-im-luisenhof.de |
The performance will be the centerpiece of an opening in the gallery that will include a large-scale painting of Joyce, along with sculptures by gallery-owner Claudia Seider.
This world-premiere concert features music to be included in a new CD recording from Sunphone Records, set for release in mid-2006.
Poetry from Chamber Music (1907) |
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Suite from Chamber Music (1952) Poems I; II; X; XXXI; XXX |
Ross Lee Finney |
Dubliners (1914) |
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The Lass That Loves a Sailor (Eveline) | Charles Dibdin |
Oh, Ye Dead! (The Dead) |
Thomas Moore; Air, "Plough Tune" set by Sir Henry Bishop |
Killarney (from INNISFALLEN) (A Mother ) |
Edmund Falconer; Michael W. Balfe |
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) |
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Lilly Dale | H.S. Thom(p)son |
Oh! Twine Me a Bower |
Thos. Crofton Croker, Esq.; Hon. D. Roche |
The Groves of Blarney |
Richard Alfred Millikin; James Oswald |
Suite of Stephen’s Piano Improvisations: Loath to Depart; Song on the Victory of Agincourt; Greensleeves |
Ralph Richey |
Ulysses (1922) |
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In Old Madrid |
Clifton Bingham; H. Trotère |
Shall I Wear a White Rose? |
H. Saville Clarke; Emily Bardsley Farmer |
In the Shade of the Palm (from FLORODORA) | "Leslie Stuart" (Tom Barrett) |
What-ho! She Bumps! | Harry Castling & A.J. Mills |
My Lady's Bower |
Frederick E. Weatherly; Hope Temple |
The Lost Chord |
Adelaide Anne Procter; Sir Arthur Sullivan |
Finnegans Wake (1939) |
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Nuvoletta (Op. 25; 1947) (Book 1, §6 "Mookse and Gripes," pp. 157-159) |
Samuel Barber |
Nuvoletta in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was looking down on them, leaning over the bannistars and listening all she childishly could....
She was alone. All her nubied companions were asleeping with the squirrels....
She tried all the winsome wonsome ways her four winds had taught her. She tossed her sfumastelliacinous hair like le princesse de la Petite Bretagne and she rounded her mignons arms like Mrs Cornwallis-West and she smiled over herself like the beauty of the image of the pose of the daughter of the queen of the Emperour of Irelande and she sighed after herself as were she born to bride with Tristis Tristior Tristissimus. But, sweet madonine, she might fair as well have carried her daisy's worth to Florida....
Oh, how it was duusk! From Vallee Maraia to Grasyaplaina, dormimust echo! Ah dew! Ah dew! It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them. O! O! O! Par la pluie!...
Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuée! Nuée! A lightdress fluttered. She was gone.
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