Whew!
I thought I remembered my password, but I was spelling it wrong, so here I am again.
Anyway, today after Derrick's 4th birthday party, we went once more into the Chapel, dear friends.
Where we heard Simple Measures play a program dedicated to DaDa. (sorta)
The first half consisted of Bach's "Coffee Cantata".
"Moon's Ending" set by Andrew Thomas to a poem of Sara Teasdale.
"The Inward Morning" by Don Krishnaswami (brother of Rajan Krishnaswami, the head honcho and chief cello scraper of the group) to the poetry of Henery David Thoreau.
"Die Wolkenpumpe" (The Cloudpump) by Erwin Schulhoff, Hans Jean Arp.
And finally "The Swan" by Camille Saint-Saëns and poetry of Ogden Nash.
Intermission; chocolate chip cookies.
No spinach,(a joke for all you Picasso aficionados)
After that, We had Façade by William Walton, poetry of Dame Edith Sitwell.
Here's the DaDa part; The Bass-baratone who was to sing theThoreau and the Arp got stuck in traffic or somewhat forcing Rajan to reschedule.
"Coffee Cantata" was first, as originally planned but the others, which needed the singer were changed to after intermission, so we got to hear Façade first.
So whatever I told you above intermission is backwards.
Was a great show, anyway.
The musicians were;
Susan Telford, flute/piccolo (you can hear Susan's voice on "Nightmare Prelude" over on my MySpace site)
Sean Osborn, Several clarinets; Brian Chin, trumpet; Michael Brockman, saxophones;
Matthew Kocmieroski, percussion; Rajan Krishnaswami, cello; Ellen Mclain, of the impeccable diction, did the oration and soprano duties; Dave Beck, orator (although he is also a fine cellist who I last heard at the Bach unaccompanied cello extravaganza)And late but not least, Jonathan Silvia, bass-baritone.
DaDa was an art movement inspired by the insanity of the 1st World war when the world(the ones left alive after the guns and the influenza)were knocked silly
by that event.
It was as if the artists involved were saying "if that's an example of humankind's highest most noble behavior, then anything can make sense.
We've gotten worse since then.
Art has apparently given up.
Here's some of the poetry;
It's still poetry month.
Anyway, today after Derrick's 4th birthday party, we went once more into the Chapel, dear friends.
Where we heard Simple Measures play a program dedicated to DaDa. (sorta)
The first half consisted of Bach's "Coffee Cantata".
"Moon's Ending" set by Andrew Thomas to a poem of Sara Teasdale.
"The Inward Morning" by Don Krishnaswami (brother of Rajan Krishnaswami, the head honcho and chief cello scraper of the group) to the poetry of Henery David Thoreau.
"Die Wolkenpumpe" (The Cloudpump) by Erwin Schulhoff, Hans Jean Arp.
And finally "The Swan" by Camille Saint-Saëns and poetry of Ogden Nash.
Intermission; chocolate chip cookies.
No spinach,(a joke for all you Picasso aficionados)
After that, We had Façade by William Walton, poetry of Dame Edith Sitwell.
Here's the DaDa part; The Bass-baratone who was to sing theThoreau and the Arp got stuck in traffic or somewhat forcing Rajan to reschedule.
"Coffee Cantata" was first, as originally planned but the others, which needed the singer were changed to after intermission, so we got to hear Façade first.
So whatever I told you above intermission is backwards.
Was a great show, anyway.
The musicians were;
Susan Telford, flute/piccolo (you can hear Susan's voice on "Nightmare Prelude" over on my MySpace site)
Sean Osborn, Several clarinets; Brian Chin, trumpet; Michael Brockman, saxophones;
Matthew Kocmieroski, percussion; Rajan Krishnaswami, cello; Ellen Mclain, of the impeccable diction, did the oration and soprano duties; Dave Beck, orator (although he is also a fine cellist who I last heard at the Bach unaccompanied cello extravaganza)And late but not least, Jonathan Silvia, bass-baritone.
DaDa was an art movement inspired by the insanity of the 1st World war when the world(the ones left alive after the guns and the influenza)were knocked silly
by that event.
It was as if the artists involved were saying "if that's an example of humankind's highest most noble behavior, then anything can make sense.
We've gotten worse since then.
Art has apparently given up.
Here's some of the poetry;
Moon's Ending
Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn, clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying
Sara Teasdale
The Swan
Scholars call the masculine swan a cobb;
I call him a narcissistic snob.
He looks in the mirror over and over,
And claims to never heard of Pavlova.
Ogden Nash
It's still poetry month.
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posted by Lane Savant at 8:18 PM
3 Comments:
Baritone, baratone; let's call the whole thing off.
Wow, quite a good time was had by Sir Savant and his lady.
Dada or Dadaism is a cultural movement that began in neutral Zürich, Switzerland, during World War I and peaked from 1916 to 1920. The movement primarily involved visual arts, literature (poetry, art manifestoes, art theory), theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti war politic through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works. Dada activities included public gatherings, demonstrations, and publication of art/literary journals. Passionate coverage of art, politics, and culture filled their publications. The movement influenced later styles, Avant-garde and Downtown music movements, and groups including Surrealism, Nouveau Réalisme, Pop Art and Fluxus.
Quotation
"Dada is the groundwork to abstract art and sound poetry, a starting point for performance art, a prelude to postmodernism, an influence on pop art, a celebration of antiart to be later embraced for anarcho-political uses in the 1960s and the movement that lay the foundation for Surrealism."
Marc Lowenthal, Translator's introduction to Francis Picabia's I Am a Beautiful Monster: Poetry, Prose, And Provocation (MIT Press 2007
The origin of the name Dada is unclear; some believe that it is a nonsensical word. Others maintain that it originates from the Romanian artists Tristan Tzara and Marcel Janco's frequent use of the words da, da, meaning yes, yes in the Romanian language (Engl. equivalent: yeah, yeah, as in a sarcastic or facetious yeah, right). Still others believe that a group of artists assembled in Zürich in 1916, wanting a name for their new movement, chose it at random by stabbing a French-German dictionary with a paper knife, and picking the name that the point landed upon. Dada in French is a child's word for hobby-horse. In French the colloquialism, c'est mon dada, means it's my hobby.
It has also been suggested that the word "dada" was chosen randomly from the Larousse dictionary.
According to the Dada ideal, the movement would not be called Dadaism, much less designated an art-movement.
You have gone deep, sir, into realms of cultural underpinings, that have left me blanched with its significance, and lack of it. Nevertheless, you could not help yourself, and some poetric touches found their way out from your pen, or your fingers tapping softly on the keyboard:
Dada Days
Dada
was an art movement
inspired by the insanity
of the 1st World war
when the world
(the ones left alive
after the guns
and the influenza)
were knocked silly
by that event.
It was as if
the artists involved
were saying
"if that's an example
of humankind's highest
most noble behavior,
then anything
can make sense.
We've gotten worse
since then.
Art
has apparently
given up.
Doug Palmer April 2008
As always, it remains a treat to be your faithful blogger and commentor.
Glenn
Hallo, Y'All,
"Whew!" seems the most appropriate comment.
Tschüß,
Anonomann
P.S. I'm glad whoever was posing as "Anonomann" has quit doing so.
That was identity theft!!
P.P.S. The LL and I were in Poland (Swinojusci) last week; I learned the word for "dog" is "pies", pronounced "P.S."
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