Terrains Vagues
There were wild oats And the soil was black But sparkled When the sun was out The air sharp in the nostrils Hard to define Somewhere between knife and coal and Acid and that special light and sweet Whiteness thornbushes exhale It was nothing special Because everything was special … Thus the opening line of the poem TERRAINS VAGUES by Klaus Rifbjerg, the Danish Poet. I chose to adopt this title for my orchestral work, because of its closeness in associations: an indeterminable, often polarized, state of rhythmic and tonal ambiguity. The expression seems created by the Franch author, Victor Hugo: ‚And here lies the fascination: in the kinds of ‚terrains vagues‘, which are simultaniously bizarre and ugly, as if created by two alien species of nature. To watch the suburb is like observing and amphibium: trees vanish, roofs appear, grass vanish, cobble stones appear, ploughing fields vanish, shops appear, beaten tracks vanish – passions appear; the murmur of Nature Divine ends, the noise of Mankind takes over.‘ (Victor Hugo) Still, the atmosphere as well as the material of TERRAINS VAGUES have its origin, in my SYMPHONY NO. 6 (1999), the last minute of which, ‚cut up rough‘, appears as the start of my new work. The music of TERRAINS VAGUES subdivides itself, without breaks, into three sections, or shades: I: TERRAINS – II: VAGUES (Waves) III: TERRAINS VAGUES. Per N°rgÕrd, March 2001
Akkordeon, Altklarinette, Fagott, Klarinette, Englischhorn, Querflöte, Horn, Oboe, Percussion und Klavier Noten
Per Norgard Gemischtes Ensemble
Verlag: Edition Wilhelm Hansen KP01073
Suite Punta Del Este
