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A Commitment to Sound
It has been unnervingly easy to go about living, practicing and exploring music without really listening to what I create. I have become complacent, getting by with what is ‘good enough’ and what might sound impressive. My practice has become a frustrating mass of confusion towards a foggy goal of ‘perfect’. Unaware of what I…
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Thoughts on what makes our favourite music
It has only recently occurred to me quite how many pieces of music have had a profound effect on my life. Some are pieces that I have grown to love through practice and performance and others that, on the first hearing, I have found myself in a prodigious state of awe and wonder, almost beyond…
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REVIEW: Trio Sōra at St John’s Smith Square
Trio Sōra’s recital at St John’s Smith Square on 16th November 2017 marked the start of their UK tour with eclectic performances of Haydn, Kagel and Chausson. The 2017 Parkhouse Award winners are three female musicians who met during their studies at the Paris Conservatoire and are set to take over much of the UK classical…
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A New Operatic Dogma- How Gluck changed the ‘ridiculous and wearisome’
Opera, Italian for ‘work’, is an art form over 400 years old. Inspired by mythology, history, folk stories and politics, composers have turned to writing operas as an outlet of creativity, but the stories behind opera’s broad and fascinating history are incredibly thought provoking in themselves. The fifth week of our opera history course at…
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Our World From Up Here
Our world from up here Vast scenes below then hypnotic Sunsets far and wide And warm until memories Like a canal flow gliding Open to us and run free- Alive in the clouds but Below the moon still Glowing black like darkened Emotion pouring to heal And your voice to seal Echoed cries from their…
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On Flight Pattern
A reflection in words of the contemporary ballet ‘Flight Pattern’ choreographed by Crystal Pite Heavily they walk No two men the same But united through rejection Or maybe through the spartan Uniforms they wear Of doubt that hope Exists or may come into Existing only for a past Life not so easily left behind-
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The Hill of Crosses
This poem is inspired by a recent visit to the Hill of Crosses in Šiauliai, Lithuania. Ashed grey and weathered through Surrounded some century’s Past suffering not so different from our own. To come and lay a sign That love releases to save Black memory’s, solidify some erotic emotions alluring And then wander…
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Our Streets
I encountered more people With faces, sunken Cut through with a cold stone blade Blinked- then an opportunity missed For here, now to give wider No eyes to see change Through skin so scaled and rusted That your copper coin sticks fast To make a golden impression to Listen and answer the rattling Of the…
Hattie Butterworth 