Symphony No. 1 “Attempt at a Requiem”<\/p>\n
Karl Amadeus Hartmann wrote his first symphony in 1935\/36. At that time, he was an unknown musician whose work could not hope to be performed or promoted in his home country. He had to wait over ten years for the first performance; it took place in the spring of 1948 under the direction of Winfrid Zillig in Frankfurt. I was 21 years old at the time and the impression this work made on me was extraordinary. My admiration for Hartmann’s music, whose particular spirituality, namely its spontaneous, unbroken directness, its honesty and straightforwardness – things that radiate from this artist beyond his work to his environment, to his fellow human beings – seemed important and significant to me. Moreover, in all of Hartmann’s works there is an essential manifestation of the art of composition, namely an exact correspondence between the need for expression and its urgency and the choice of instrumental means. The superficial listener may at first miss the fact that the powerful orchestral apparatus which Hartmann invokes corresponds exactly to the strong degree of his expression, exactly to the colorfulness of his speech. Added to this is the expansiveness and charged vitality of the South German, who is able to sensually combine his inwardness with the beautiful moment and the hymnally powerful, according to his landscape, according to a need for communication borne by an unshakeable faith in humanity. <\/p>\n
Hans Werner Henze<\/p>\n
(Hartmann: Kleine Schriften – Schott Mainz, 1965 \ufffd ED 5208)<\/p>\n
Introduction: Misery <\/em><\/p>\n I sit and look out on all the plagues of the world Spring<\/em><\/p>\n When recently the lilacs bloomed outside the door, Tears<\/em><\/p>\n Tears, tears, tears! Epilogue: Please <\/em><\/p>\n I heard the All Mother, Symphony No. 1 “Attempt at a Requiem”<\/p>\n Karl Amadeus Hartmann wrote his first symphony in 1935\/36, when he was an unknown musician whose work could not hope to be performed or promoted in his home country. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":7925,"template":"","meta":[],"product_brand":[],"product_cat":[103,110],"product_tag":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-8305","1":"product","2":"type-product","3":"status-publish","4":"has-post-thumbnail","6":"product_cat-dvd-en","7":"product_cat-musica-viva-en","9":"first","10":"instock","11":"taxable","12":"shipping-taxable","13":"purchasable","14":"product-type-simple"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boavideo.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product\/8305","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boavideo.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boavideo.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/product"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boavideo.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7925"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boavideo.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8305"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"product_brand","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boavideo.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_brand?post=8305"},{"taxonomy":"product_cat","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boavideo.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_cat?post=8305"},{"taxonomy":"product_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boavideo.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_tag?post=8305"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nText based on words by Walt Withman <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
\nAnd on all tribulation and shame –
\nI see the toil of battle, pestilence, tyranny,
\nI see martyrs and prisoners –
\nI observe the contempt and humiliation,
\nwhich the poor have to suffer from the arrogant;
\non all meanness and torment without end, I sit and look,
\nsee and hear. –<\/p>\n
\nand the star in the sky sank early into the night,
\nI mourned, and will mourn anew with every spring. –
\nAs often as you, spring, oh spring, return.
\nFreedom – you will always bring us:
\nLilacs blooming every year, misery oh, you give us all. –
\nAnd thoughts of death, which is near us. –<\/p>\n
\nIn the night, in solitude,
\ndripping down onto the white beach,
\nsucked in by the sand –
\nnowhere, nowhere a star, a star!
\nAll, all bleak and black, –
\nWet tears from a hooded head’s eyes;
\nO who is this spirit?
\nThis figure in the dark, full of tears, full of tears?
\nWhat a shapeless lump
\nBent, bent, there on the sand? –
\nSobbing tears,
\nwild cries shaken by misery?
\nO shadow, O shadow,
\nso calm and dignified by day,
\nwith serene face and measured step.
\nBut now that you are fleeing into the night,
\nwhen no one sees you,
\no melting ocean of tears!
\nTears, tears!<\/p>\n
\nas she looked thoughtfully at all her dead,
\ndesperately, at all the distorted bodies,
\nall the people who have perished in misery,
\nas she called out to her earth in a plaintive voice,
\nwhile she walked there:
\nOh take them in, O my earth,
\nI charge you not to lose my sons, my sisters,
\nand you rivers, receive them well,
\nreceive them, receive their precious blood,
\nand you places here and there and airs,
\nwhich you swim impalpably above,
\nand all you juices of the earth and growth!
\nO my dead!
\nBreathe them out, eternal sweet death, after years, centuries.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Musica Viva DVD 4<\/h1>\n