#Tone Poem

[pazzesco]

❌Not A Rothko❌

This is NOT a Rothko. A lot of people out there are claiming it was painted by the King of Color Fields. Nope, I do like it, but it's obviously not a Rothko.

Neither are the two below

Not a Rothko, but I love it! Luckily I was able to find out who painted this one. Her name is Susan Wolfe Huppman and the title of her painting is "Pink Rothko." I think she's a lot better than the first artist.

Susan Wolfe Huppman - "Rothko Wall Candy" - 2019 - Oil on canvas - 36" x 36" - It's cool, but Pink Rothko is my favorite of her color fields.

This is another of her color fields titled "Karma" - oil on canvas - 48" x 36" 🔽

She is really good, here's more of her stuff 🔽

Susan Wolfe Huppman - Everyday -2023 acrylic on canvas - 48" x 48"

Can't put my finger on it, but there is something I really like about "Everyday." & "Carousel" -> below 🔽

Carousel - 2017 Acrylic on canvas - 60" x 48"

Susan Wolfe Huppman - Flower Bomb - 2023 Acrylic on canvas - 58" x 58"

Susan Wolfe Huppman - Pay Attention -2018 oil on canvas -48" x 36"

🔼 This is one of her chromas - Life On Mars - 2020 oil on panel - 28" x 24"

Another chroma - Night Lights - 2018 oil on canvas - 30 x 30

One more from her Chroma gallery:

Nothing is the Same - 2020 oil on canvas - 30" x 30"

I was surprised to be so transfixed by one of her neutrals 🔽

Tone Poem - 2020 acrylic on canvas - 36" x 36"

Susan Wolfe Huppman

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

The Planets Op. 32: 1. Mars, The Bringer Of War • 2. Venus, The Bringer Of Peace • 3. Mercury, The Winged Messenger • 4. Jupiter, The Bringer Of Jollity • 5. Saturn, The Bringer Of Old Age • 6. Uranus, The Magician • 7. Neptune, The Mystic

Spotify ♪ Youtube

[mikrokosmos]

For fun; what is your favorite form/genre?

[lesser-known-composers]

Arnold Bax (1883-1953) : Nympholept, tone poem GP333 (1912 orch. 1915 rev. 1933)

Originally composed for solo piano.

Performed by the London Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Bryden Thomson.

[gordoymas]

Tone Poem, 1971

[pillowmoney]

For Black History Month, here's a recording of jazz legend William Parker reading an excerpt from his 1995 self-published story/tone poem, Music and the Shadow People, with backing music produced by Andrew O'Connor. Transcription below the cut – the book is long out of print and copies are extremely rare, so paragraph/line breaks (and any mistakes!) are mine.

Full play adaptation with band here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_vpXgd85A4

Chapter 3: Intuitive Tomorrow

One tent of a three-ring circus remains standing

All the horses have run away

The ringmasters were strangled by their own hands

The countryside smells of a battle

That has taken place long before

A brown, light-footed charger

Leads the weary soldiers

Into the maple forest

They wear dirty grey uniforms

Trudging along like sharks

They smell blood

Their faces are masked with red anger

Still other faces overflow with despair

The trees seem to get stronger

You can almost feel yourself

Going up to the top of one

To kiss God on the forehead

This is the setting outside

Inside

This is a living spirit world

The place where babies live

Before they are born

It is the place they return to

After life

The language spoken here

Is a cosmic sound language

A word is a sound

A sound is a vision

The centre of the universe is the periphery

Sometimes for a half a second

We see a blur that contains all the stories

If we look inside while producing

Sound vibrations

We see the horizon

There are thousands upon thousands of orchestras

in the tone world

There is an orchestra of raindrops

And one made of snowflakes

There is an orchestra made of all kinds of light

There are tunnels that lead to the colour world

And the trance world

With continuous sound

And continuous silence

Existing at the same time

There is an orchestra of dolphins and whales

There really are no names

No categories

It is about the one big shape

And the trillion little shapes

That make up the shapeless

timeless space

The naked eye cannot see

The melody or harmony that is present

It constantly speaks about

The intuitive tomorrow

There is a huge silver disc in the sky

It is a message from the father

of sound

It is about vibration

The sky is a burnt blue wall

A curtain of water erupts

To the left of the disc is a fire-red

Planet, a rope ladder

Dangles from the moon

Stars fill the galaxy

A bridge of shells holds

Three hundred prophets

Riding on goats

They dismount and walk towards the sun

Their footprints turn into clouds

Someone is knocking on the yellow birth-door

The doorman who is both male

And female opens the door

A bluish-purple flame

Spirals and laces

The embryo still in the womb

Now droplets of stone

Pour from the opening

At the top of the world

The story is in the strong music

The thunder-drummers produce

I am a wholewheat dumpling

Sauteed in blood

The angel says it is time to go

Blue-white flames line the birth passage

I see no colour

I feel nothing

Grains of sand turn into ants

Why do I leave my eternity

To be with you?

A bolt of lightning

Stretches across the vast darkness

The sun resounds

Like a huge gong

The wind whistles through the holes

In the sky

Trees are strung with sinew

The earth is a soundbox

Of six million birds

Singing six million tones

Simultaneously

Spirit tones float in lava

Ice castles melt

Forming huge lakes

The seeds of oceans

Water tones begin to sing

The thunder-drummers take

Two steps forward

And spin

The earth opens up

And swallows the sound

Tear tones slide down

The bamboo stick

Silver peacocks

Place their hands

On the unwashed altars

In the rice fields

Bell tones of sound

The house of the creator is the body

The altar is the heart

It is also the creator's drum

The rhythm is a lifeforce

The vibration of temples

The green mountain

The worm digging in soil

Children collapse in the bushes

They use leaves as pillows

The pillows turn into light

Then to eternal happiness

Then to stars

Oak and maple harps are plucked

The long breath is held

The tail of the dragon is caught

In the lid of the upper lip

Stone fingers flap

Like skin

Peeled

And placed over gourds

Branches tremble from the corner of the eye

Shadows sparkle

In the golden wetness of visual

touchable dream zones

Every lie that has been told

Since creation

Is written in huge letters

Over the black-purple horizon

The drone begins

Thick rosin dust

Over a field of dandelions

Singular tones bounce

Over low ocean waves

The same song

God is the master of masters

The composer of life

And all that elevates

The instrument is all creation

The creator

Is the improvisor and the player

The spirit that causes all things to dance

Human beings create

Only through the grace

Of the creator

Sound exists

As a force of nature

That leads us

Back to the creator

The intuitive tomorrow

Does not last

It is not about that

It is about the signs that inform

It is about the senses that do not touch

It is about unearthly realities

That science does not understand

Nor chooses to accept

It is about the death of death

And the life of life

The taking away of fear

It is about filling souls with compassion

To sweep one's entire being

With hope

And belief in truth

Leaving this vessel

When we meditate

On peace

Finding the lost children

Who seek passage

On this ship, the ark,

The psalm, the last sunset

One day

The sun will be late setting

This will be the sign

Please

Have all pains eased

All hurts soothed

Wrapped in love

In the peace

Of acceptance of salvation

Every sound must be filled

With truth and love for all

Creation, the intuitive tomorrow

May last a lifetime

What shall we do

when we cannot hear the silence?

The intuitive tomorrow will solve the mystery

It is today

It is yesterday

The intuitive tomorrow

Is another name for the music

It is the life

It is the dance

It is the prancing pony

Soon to be stallion

It is the doe we saw that morning

On the way to Vermont

It is the shirt off my back

Onto yours

It is the birthday party

The river

Mixing with the ocean

The intuitive tomorrow

Is the kind nurse

Who gave you that sip of water

After your operation

Within the intuitive tomorrow

The deaf hear

The crippled walk

The pain of famine vanishes

There is no war, guns or missiles

The sky is deeply concerned

And buckles and caves in

Due to the weight of these elements

It's as if the seat is the volcano

When its crust cools

It will be the new landscape

The playground for the little ones

The point tone

Split and stretched across time

The nail of the finger of the valley

Is one million times

The size of one million

Galaxies.

[poligraf]

the video for « In The Quiet Skies » originally released 2 years ago…

[ofallcolours]

May I share this?

I wrote this so long ago

[zhanteimi]

Berliner Philharmoniker / Herbert von Karajan / Gundula Janowitz – Tod und Verklärung; Vier letzte Lieder

Berliner Philharmoniker / Herbert von Karajan / Gundula Janowitz – Tod und Verklärung; Vier letzte Lieder

Germany / Austria / Poland, 1974, tone poem Compositions by Richard Strauss, Hermann Hesse, and Joseph von Eichendorff. For being a song about death, “Tod und Verklärung” sure is an over-the-top mega-parade song, clocking in at 27 minutes and battering down the gates of Heaven with its ostentation. That’s fine, I guess. Perhaps it’s a metaphor for the internal struggle of passing over the…

[opera-ghosts]

OTD in Music History: Composer and pedagogue Vincent d'Indy (1851 – 1931) died in France. As a young man, D'Indy studied under composer Cesar Franck (1822 - 1890) at the Paris Conservatoire in the 1870's; for the rest of his life, he idolized Franck as his musical ideal, and ultimately wrote a celebrated biography of his cherished mentor in 1912. But in some ways, the entire decade of the 1870's was a veritable whirlwind of artistic inspiration for D'Indy -- during the summer of 1873 he visited Germany and met with met both Franz Liszt (1811 - 1886) and Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), and in 1875 he played a minor role – "The Prompter" – in the world premiere of Georges Bizet's (1838 - 1875) opera "Carmen." Finally, in 1876, he attended the very first production of Richard Wagner's (1813 - 1883) "Ring cycle" at Bayreuth; this made a great impression on him, and he quickly became a fervent Wagnerian. D'Indy's influence as a teacher was considerable: In 1894, he co-founded the "Schola Cantorum de Paris" (an important private music school), and he also taught at the Paris Conservatoire. His students included Erik Satie (1866 - 1925), Albert Roussel (1869 - 1937), (1866 - 1925), Arthur Honegger (1892 - 1955), Darius Milhaud (1892 - 1974), and -- of all people -- American Broadway composer Cole Porter (1891 - 1964). As a composer, unfortunately, d'Indy has languished. Few of d'Indy's works are performed regularly in concert halls today, and the Grove Dictionary of Music observes that his famed veneration for Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827) and Franck "has unfortunately obscured the individual character of his own compositions, particularly his fine orchestral pieces descriptive of southern France." Among his best-known pieces are the "Symphony on a French Mountain Air" for piano and orchestra (1886) and "Istar" (1896), a symphonic poem in the form of a set of variations in which the theme appears only at the end... PICTURED: A 1910 autograph letter written out and signed by d'Indy on his Scholar Cantorum letterhead, addressed to an unnamed friend and regarding various musical matters.

[luciferjeremywhite]

[lesser-known-composers]

Elisabeth Lutyens - 'Driving out the Death' for oboe & strings

Janet Craxton (oboe) with Perry Hart (violin), Brian Hawkins (viola) and Kenneth Heath (cello).