The odd photon floating around below in the June garden; one nestling bird can’t sleep but doesn’t know quite why. Does the adder rest?
My Six Irish Duets for Cello and Piano continue to expand
( Orvieto Concert on July 31. but Bolsena Piccolo Teatro is on August 2. ).
Nr. 7, MO ROISIN DUBH, now definitely born ; and Nr. 8, PRIOSUN CLUAIN MEALA , just worked out a beaut. Yes, the piano as a Mahler orchestra , but has to do a lot more; the cello isolates, in each case, the song’ s vital , form-building interval or motiv. Noble.In “The Prison Of Clonmel” my protagonist faces his awful death – next Friday they’ll shove his head up on a Tipperary pike – with , near the end of the verse a thrilling ascent of a fourth way up to the high tonic before the whole thing collapses. In “My Dark Rosaleen” in the initial phrase, it’s a high wire jump of a fifth as the line climbs. Then it falls. Corcoran’s inexorability. Each of these two arch-forms, is great folk-art, each transcends its own linear material; each bursts asunder.