Posts Tagged ‘ Mompou ’

Mompou’s Damunt de tu només les flors sung by Victoriade los Angeles – YouTube

Victoria de los Angeles sings Mompou – YouTube

 

Mompou ~ Musica Callada

Mompou is best known as a miniaturist, writing short, relatively improvisatory music, often described as “delicate” or “intimate.” His principal influences were French impressionismErik Satie and Gabriel Fauré, resulting in a style in which musical development is minimized and expression is concentrated into very small forms. He was fond of ostinato figures, bell imitations (his mother’s family owned the Dencausse bell foundry and his grandfather was a bell maker),[1][3] and a kind of incantatory, meditative sound, the most complete expression of which can be found in his masterpiece Musica Callada (or the Voice of Silence) based on the mystical poetry of Saint John of the Cross. It employs very simple, even childlike melodies, but tinged with sadness, melancholy and a nostalgic echo of a forgotten far-away land.[citation needed]

He was also influenced by the sounds and smells of the maritime quarter of Barcelona, the cry of seagulls, the sound of children playing and popular Catalan culture. He often dispensed with bar lines and key signatures. His music is rooted in the chord G-C-E-A-D, which he named Barri de platja (the Beach Quarter).[1] — Wikipedia

Songliness, a haibun by Donna Fleischer | contemporary haibun online

Songliness

On this chill, grey streak afternoon, a triangle of robins appears near the rim of the French window where I sit, try to write, end up seeing only them, their fresh concentration on a wild red clover field. Every eye tilted for movement, sound, vibration.

There had been only minutes of raindrops, the kind one can count. Not enough to raise any earthworms. Yet there they stand staring at the ground. Their lives depend upon getting enough calories to sleep somewhere through the cold night and wake up with the sun, begin again. Our human tasks, by comparison, with diamond drill complicate, frack, pollute, radiate the sucked dry honeycombs.

These days I write much the same way. Bore into white paper sheet, computer screen, topographic font, spacebands, contour, hoping to bring to surface something necessary felt there

open window,

with Mompou’s song

morning birds join in

– Donna Fleischer
contemporary haibun online 9:3 October 2013