Description:
Text: Etel Adnan
Duration 17′
Dedication: Jocelyn Herbert
(i) Instrumentation: mezzo-soprano voice, cello, Korg M1
First performance: Melanie Pappenheim, Sophie Harris, Gavin Bryars, The Island Chapel, St. Ives, Cornwall, April 26th 1997
(ii) Instrumentation: mezzo-soprano voice, electric guitar, bass clarinet, electric keyboard, 2 violas, cello
Date:
Gavin’s Notes:
The Island Chapel
The Island Chapel was written in 1997 specifically for performance in St. Nicholas Chapel, St. Ives. The piece involves a response to a number of different stimuli. In the first place there is the chapel itself, a simple, tiny building perched in isolation and overlooking the sea on three sides. The “Island” itself is strictly a peninsula (for James Joyce, “a disappointed island”) and on the fourth side it looks back towards the town and the Tate Gallery.
A second stimulus is the relationship between the chapel and the gallery across the bay, and this piece was written in relation to the paintings of James Hugonin in the exhibition (A Quality of Light). Two of his pictures were located in the chapel itself, similar in content to those in the main gallery but much smaller, each one the size of a page in the Lindisfarne Gospels. The relationship between the gallery and the chapel mirrors that of James working environment: he lives near the Northumbrian coast and there is a similar physical and spiritual connection between his studio and Holy Island (Lindisfarne).
I have written music before in response to James’s work and in the context of his exhibitions. For this piece I visited St. Ives specifically to spend some time privately in the chapel when the two small pictures from James’s Lindisfarne series were being installed. The music, for contralto voice, cello and electric keyboard, was designed for performance to a small invited audience in this intimate, semi-private space and to be recorded for replay in the gallery itself – the original idea was to broadcast the piece. The chapel is tiny and the maximum audience size was 6 people in addition to the three performers – so the piece was played twice and recorded on each occasion. The text comprises two self-contained poems Crossing no.3 and Crossing no.4 from an extended poem The Manifestations of the Voyage by the Lebanese poet Etel Adnan whose poetry I have set on a number of occasions. I wished to avoid any direct reference to the chapel or to the paintings, but rather to find through metaphor and allusion a poetic equivalent.
Just as James’ work demonstrates through abstraction an affinity with real spaces, both physical and spiritual, so the music has an intimate relationship with the chapel’s poignant solitude, the imagery of the Adnan poems and the musical sensibilities of the performers – Melanie Pappenheim (voice), Sophie Harris (cello), Gavin Bryars (keyboard).
Text of The Island Chapel
(Crossing no.3)
I am a bird
regenerated
lost
resurrected
originating not from the empire
of the Dead
but from the bottom of a
female valley
blinded to better
hear waves and goddesses
I preferred the waves
to the sea.
Feeding on the setting sun
I’m desperately trying
to spend this dark night with an Angel.
sumptuous days
precede my birth
as if they were the coldness
of the snow
shipwrecked is my memory
The linden leaves are
in turmoil
when a tree postpones its
renewal
I am the interplay of day and night.
Rambling under the pregnant moon
unbeliever in my own existence
I inhabit the sleep of the dead who,
introduced by archangels
to dark secrets,
pursue their quest….
ferocious is the truth which
manifests itself solely in the
lie of the poem.
(Crossing no.4)
I go
with speed and love
into the night
the hour hovers
between the bread
the faucet
and the sadness
sorrow sorrowful sorrow
the bridges’ escape
under the arch
and the green water
the immense gaze of Nothingness
crepuscular twilight
cutting the red sky in two
I am woman
succulent grown
with webbed feet
a crocodile’s smile between
my teeth
raving mad a man came down the
stairs
stealthily
recapitulating his death
the night has devoured its stars
gutters explode
we’re animals with no pride
trumpet gathering its
herd
love takes the form
of absinths and thorns