
Two William Blake Poems: Eternity and The Garden of Love
So, happy St. Valentine's to you all! For the occasion I decided to post two pieces which loosely relate to love from a rehearsal for a master-class/recital I'll be holding on Friday.
The first song, 'Eternity' is from Vaughan Williams' "Ten Blake Songs", of which it is the finale:
He who binds to himself a Joy
Doth the wingèd life destroy;
But he who kisses the Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.
The look of love alarms,
Because it's fill'd with fire;
But the look of soft deceit
Shall win the lover's hire.
Soft deceit and idleness,
These are Beauty's sweetest dress.
Here a grand oboist is accompanying my singing.
The second song, which is very interesting, as you'll without a doubt agree is for sax or oboe and Ghetto Blaster- I did not have much to do with this one, though I did press play and man the mixing board (DJ Vera!?) and the oboist plays along with the recording - I have his permission to post this (though I told him that I'll be putting it up on a blog, but I guess this is close enough, haha!). It's by Jacob ter Veldhuis, best listened to under the influence of 700 µg of 25c NBOMe. <-- A joke.
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.
Enjoy! And I'm particularly curious to hear what you think about the second piece and your interpretation of the poem.
The first song, 'Eternity' is from Vaughan Williams' "Ten Blake Songs", of which it is the finale:
He who binds to himself a Joy
Doth the wingèd life destroy;
But he who kisses the Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.
The look of love alarms,
Because it's fill'd with fire;
But the look of soft deceit
Shall win the lover's hire.
Soft deceit and idleness,
These are Beauty's sweetest dress.
Here a grand oboist is accompanying my singing.
The second song, which is very interesting, as you'll without a doubt agree is for sax or oboe and Ghetto Blaster- I did not have much to do with this one, though I did press play and man the mixing board (DJ Vera!?) and the oboist plays along with the recording - I have his permission to post this (though I told him that I'll be putting it up on a blog, but I guess this is close enough, haha!). It's by Jacob ter Veldhuis, best listened to under the influence of 700 µg of 25c NBOMe. <-- A joke.
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.
Enjoy! And I'm particularly curious to hear what you think about the second piece and your interpretation of the poem.
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Because it's a harsh commentary on how institutionalized marriage destroys love. That's deep shizzle, man.
And yes, it is quite insane, haha! the composer is dutch, so that ought to explain everything; but I wouldn't call it a remix - it's entirely original music, the oboist just plays over that weird backing track - karaoke for oboe, basically, heh.
And yes, it is quite insane, haha! the composer is dutch, so that ought to explain everything; but I wouldn't call it a remix - it's entirely original music, the oboist just plays over that weird backing track - karaoke for oboe, basically, heh.
Oh, that's an interesting look at it! I can imagine it as well now that you mentioned it; the desires being dilated, slowly wound by the creeping thorns of the harpsichord. And I know what you mean, the sudden rhythmic entrance of the percussions and that bass as the voice falls on 'graves', almost as if in tears at the image of his bygone memories.
Heh, I'm happy you found the music so affecting! I was worried that the piece was a little esoteric; but after reading your second line I'm intensely curious to see what you'll create. Thanks!
Heh, I'm happy you found the music so affecting! I was worried that the piece was a little esoteric; but after reading your second line I'm intensely curious to see what you'll create. Thanks!
Oh yeah, I've heard that one! I absolutely adore his song cycles, be they poetry or folk pieces;His Songs of Travel always imbue me with the most fantastic fantasies.
And they did, though they burst into giggling fits for the first few seconds - I guess it wasn't quite what they expected. =P
And they did, though they burst into giggling fits for the first few seconds - I guess it wasn't quite what they expected. =P
Well isn't this all profound, and how fitting for the day! I'd say, as far as my thoughts on the lyrics go, formalizing and ritualizing something that can be so spontaneously wonderful and beautiful has definitely ruined it in so many cases. If I had to guess, I'd say the institution of marriage as most throughout the world know it today was born out a mix of jealousy, tradition and misunderstanding (And probably many other factors I'm too damn tired to think of). Not to mention you miss out on so many financial benefits without putting a ring on one another, you're almost compelled to make that decision even when you shouldn't, even when you NOW you shouldn't.
Commitment, people! That's all you need. Forget about God's and the judge's approval, you're better than that. -_-
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Commitment, people! That's all you need. Forget about God's and the judge's approval, you're better than that. -_-
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Remember to kiss the flying joy appropriately, you! Though the only benefit I can think of is if one partner dies and then the inheritance isn't taxed. I guess in the US you can consider the cost of insurance, but in glorious socialist Europe where healthcare is a right that's not a problem. Oh, yeah, and tax evasion is easier when married. Now, if divorce weren't so messy I'd happily go for the benefits, haha! And yes, you got right to the heart of the poem; I believe it also applies to all aspects of society that try and impose an unnatural law upon something that should be a personal choice; almost as if the voice of the text was a traveller who came from Eden into formalized society.
Certainly not at a graveyard. The flowers have to be in a fancy bouquet (thus effectively being killed) and bought from overpriced flower-shops to stimulate the economy. This is because it'd be disrespectful to the dead if flowers were growing on top of them, possibly using their corpses to feed themselves.
And yeah, I understand what you mean. Those 25(x)-NBOMe series really mess up your thought structure.
And yeah, I understand what you mean. Those 25(x)-NBOMe series really mess up your thought structure.
Yeah, he's pretty unique! I didn't know him almost at all before the oboist (who knows him well) gave me the entire run down on him and his works! Good luck with it, heh, it's a similar composition to this one! I didn't have to play it, so I don't know how difficult it must be, but it sounds very tricky.
And thank you! He's one of my favourite composers - I think I'll upload the other songs I sang from the cycle soon~
And thank you! He's one of my favourite composers - I think I'll upload the other songs I sang from the cycle soon~
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