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Additional Info
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ComposerDu Yun
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PublisherG Schirmer Inc
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ArrangementViolin/Piano Accompaniment (VLN/PFA)
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FormatScore and Parts
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Genre20th Century
Description
For violin and piano. Commissioned by Hilary Hahn Encore Project
Program note
Embracing a tiger inside
Smelling the rosa rugosa
(Rosa Rugosa is a type of rose.)
Unadulterated. Delicate. Strength. Effeminate. Vigorous. Innumerable. Valiant. Infinite.
Many years ago, I encountered the title line on a broken mural in rural China somewhere. And it struck me enormously. I wrote the line in my journal.
Later I learned the zen-like translation by Yu Guangzhong is on "In me the tiger sniffs the rose" by Siegfried Sassoon, from his collection, In me, past, present, future.
As I was preparing the piece, I happened to encounter a letter by Proust.
A different time, a different contextual language. Same sentiments. Transubstantiation.
From Proust:
Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power…that has broken you restores you a little. I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.
Program note
Embracing a tiger inside
Smelling the rosa rugosa
(Rosa Rugosa is a type of rose.)
Unadulterated. Delicate. Strength. Effeminate. Vigorous. Innumerable. Valiant. Infinite.
Many years ago, I encountered the title line on a broken mural in rural China somewhere. And it struck me enormously. I wrote the line in my journal.
Later I learned the zen-like translation by Yu Guangzhong is on "In me the tiger sniffs the rose" by Siegfried Sassoon, from his collection, In me, past, present, future.
As I was preparing the piece, I happened to encounter a letter by Proust.
A different time, a different contextual language. Same sentiments. Transubstantiation.
From Proust:
Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power…that has broken you restores you a little. I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.