Turk opera sanatcisi ve film yonetmeni Elif Savas Felsen

<body background="../../_themes/artsy/arttilea.jpg" bgcolor="#000000" text="#FFFFCC" link="#FF9900" vlink="#999900" alink="#669933"><font face="Arial, Helvetica"> <p><font size="6">ELIF SAVAS FELSEN</font></p> <p> </p> <p align="center"><font size="2">19. ve 20. yuzyilda yasamis escinsel bestecilerin eserleri</font></p> <p align="center"></p> <h2 align="center"><font color="#FF9933">Kapali Kapilar Zamanindan Sarkilar</font></h2> <h3 align="center"><font color="#CC3399">Tchaikovsky - Poulenc - Hahn - Szymanowski - Griffes - Hennessy</font></h3> <h5 align="center"><font color="#FF9933">Elif Savas, soprano<br> Martin Hennessy, piyano</font></h5> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p align="center"><b><font size="2">Sean Swinney Recording Studyolari, New York City, 2001 yilinda kaydedilmistir.<br> Produktor: <a href="http://www.brianfelsen.com" target="_blank">Brian Felsen</a></font></b></p> <p align="center"><font size="2"><br> <font face="DiscMakerslogo">po</font> 2001 Bu CD’nin tum haklari MM Productions LLC.’ye aittir. <a href="mailto:darbe@altavista.net">darbe@altavista.net</a></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="2">David.Gray, Gilles Guerin,The Kosciuszko Foundation, Tom Pniewski, ve Jeffrey Shaman’a bu CD’nin yapimindaki katkilari icin tesekkurler.</font></p> <center> <p>  <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><a href="index.htm" target="_top">Basa don (Turkce)</a>       <a href="../index.htm" target="_top">Home (English)</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center">If you are viewing this text, your browser lacks the ability to read frames. 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Kultur tarihcileri icin 19. Yuzyilin ikinci yarisi escinselligin bir kimlik kategorisi haline geldigi donem anlamini tasir. Bu donumden once, escinsellik tanimlanmis bir kulturel kavram degildi; Eski Yunan Uygarligi veya diger ayni seks iliskilerinin raslandigi uygarliklarda bu terime es dusecek terimlere rastlanmiyor. Esasen "escinsel" kelimesi 1926 yilina kadar hicbir kitapta basilmis degil.</p> <p>Ancak cok az sayida dokumanin delil olarak bulunmasi, modern zamanlardan once yasamis bestecilerin seksuel secimlerini kesin olarak belirlenmesini zorlastiriyor.Genellikle, eger bir kisi "kapali kapilar ardinda" yasadi ise, bu artistin disari hayatinda veya eserlerinde (muziginde) seksuelligin izlerini goremezsiniz. Bu sebeple aksine kanitlar da degerli olmakla birlikte (bakiniz: Gary C. Thomas’in yazisi "George Frideric Handel Gaymiydi?") biz, gercekligi sabit olanlari kapsamaya gayret ettik: 19. Ve 20. Yuzyilin sonlarinda yasamis ve uretmis besteciler.</p> <p>Burada sunulan besteciler olaganustu zengin bir yetenek gosteriyorlar. Bu bestecileri biraraya getirmek bir zevk; bazilari dinleyiciler tarafindan cok iyi taninmiyorlar, ve bazilari taniniyorlar ama bu yonleri ile degil. Bu bestecilerin biyografileri gercekten hayranlik verici; hayatlarinin ve seksuelitelerinin hikayesi devam eden calisma ve arastirmalarla daha da ortaya cikacak. Escinsel muzikoloji gelistikce, umariz dinleyiciler kendi yollarini cizecek ve baglantilar kuracaklar - fakat bu derlemenin esas odulu, cokca ihmal edilmis bu muzigin Elif Savas tarafindan hassas ve berrak bir gorusle yorumlanmasindan gelen mutluluk.</p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">Besteciler hakkinda daha detayli bilgi icin lutfen asagidaki kitaplara gozatiniz.</font></h4> </font><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">Brett, Philip; Wood, Elizabeth; and Thomas, Gary C., <i> Queering the Pitch : The New Gay and Lesbian Musicology</i> (Routledge, 1994)</font></td></tr> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">Michel Foucault, <i> History of Sexuality, Vol. I-III</i> (1976; reprinted by Vintage Books, 1990)</font></td></tr> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">Halperin, David M., <i> One Hundred Years of Homosexuality: And Other Essays on Greek Love</i> (Routledge, 1989)</font></td></tr> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">Ivry, Benjamin, <i> Francis Poulenc (20th-Century Composers)</i> (Phaidon, 1996)</font></td></tr> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">Kostenbaum, Wayne, <i> The Queen's Throat: Opera, Homosexuality, and the Mystery of Desire</i> (Poseidon, 1993)</font></td></tr> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">Sachs, Harvey, <i>Rubinstein: A Life</i> (Grove, 1995)</font></td></tr> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">Poznansky, Alexander, <i> Tchaikovsky Through Others' Eyes (Russian Music Studies)</i> (Indiana University Press, 1999)</font></td></tr> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">White, Edmund, <i> Marcel Proust, A Penguin Life</i> (Viking, 1999)</font></td></tr> <tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/artbul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet"></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><font face="Arial, Helvetica">Zimmerman, Bonnie and Haggerty, George E., eds., <i> Encyclopedia of Lesbian and Gay Histories and Cultures (2 vols.)</i> (Garland Press, 1999)</font></td></tr> </table><font face="Arial, Helvetica"> <p>  <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><a href="index.htm" target="_top">Basa don (Turkce)</a>       <a href="../index.htm" target="_top">Home (English)</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"> </p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">PETER ILICH TCHAIKOVSKY (1840-1893)</font></h4> <p>1. Otchego / Why? /Neden? Op.6, No.5<br> 2. Zabyt' Tak Skoro / To Forget So Soon / Bu kadar cabuk unutmak<br> 3. Kolybelnaya / Lullaby / Ninni, Op. 16, No. 1<br> 4. Zachem Zhe Ty Prisnilasja / Why Did I Ever Dream of You? / Neden seni hayal ettim ki? Op.28, No.3</p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">REYNALDO HAHN (1874-1947)</font></h4> <p>5. Paysage / A Landscape / Peysaj<br> 6. Fumée / Smoke / Duman</p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">KAROL MACIEJ SZYMANOWSKI (1882-1937)</font></h4> <p>7. Taniec / Dance / Dans Op.24, No.4<br> 8. Zakochany Wiatr / Song of the East Wind in Love / Asik Dogu Ruzgarinin Sarkisi Op. 24, No.5<br> 9. Smutna Wiosna / Spring of Sadness / Mutsuzluk Bahari Op.24, No.6<br> 10. Zaloty / And You Came Into My House / Ve Sen Evime Geldin Op. 17, No.3<br> 11. Wczesnym Rankiem / High in the Morning Sky / Sabah Gokyuzunde, Yukseklerde Op. 17, No.1</p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">FRANCIS POULENC (1899-1963)</font></h4> <p>Cinq Poèmes de Max Jacob:<br> 12. Chanson Bretonne / Breton Song / Breton Sarkisi<br> 13. Cimetière / Cemetary / Mezarlik<br> 14. La petite Servante / The Little Maid / Kucuk Hizmetci<br> 15. Berceuse / Lullaby / Ninni<br> 16. Souric et Mouric / Souric and Mouric / Souric ve Mouric</p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">MARTIN HENNESSY (1953-)</font></h4> <p>17. Lost Sense / Kayip Duygu</p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">CHARLES TOMLINSON GRIFFES (1884-1920)</font></h4> <p>18. Thy Dark Eyes to Mine / Senin Koyu Gozlerinden Bana Op.11, No.2<br> 19. The Rose of the Night / Gecenin Gulu Op.11, No.3<br> 20. Nachtlied / Night Song / Gece Sarkisi</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><a href="index.htm" target="_top">Basa don (Turkce)</a>       <a href="../index.htm" target="_top">Home (English)</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"> </p> </center> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">PETER ILICH TCHAIKOVSKY (1840-1893)</font></h4> <p>1.<br> Otchego? Why?<br> Op.6, No.5<br> Text by L.A. Mey after Heine</p> <p>Otchego poblednela vesnoj Why did the glorious rose wilt so,<br> pyshnocvetnaja roza sama? in the spring?<br> Otchego pod zeljonoj travoj Why is the blue violet<br> golubaja fialka nema? silent beneath the green grass?</p> <p>Otchego tak pechal'no zvuchit Why is the song of the little bird<br> pesnja ptichki, nesjas' v nebesa? so sad today?<br> Otchego nad lugami visit Why does the dew hang<br> pogrebal'nym pokrovom rosa? like a shroud upon the meadows?<br> </p> <p>Otchego v nebe solnce s utra Why is the sun cold and dull in the sky,<br> kholodno i temno, kak zimoj? as if it were winter?<br> Otchego i zemlja vsja syra Why is the earth wet<br> i ugrjumej mogily samoj? and gloomy like a tomb?</p> <p>Otchego ja i sam vse grustnej And why am I ever more sad<br> i boleznennej den' oto dnja? each day?<br> Otchego, o, skazhi mne skorej ty, Why - tell me quickly -<br> pokinuv, zabyla menja? did you forget me?<br> </p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p> </p> <p>2.<br> Zabyt' Tak Skoro To Forget So Soon<br> Text by Aleksandr Pushkin<br> </p> <p>Zabyt' tak skoro, bozhe moj, To forget so soon, dear God,<br> Vsjo schast'je zhizni prozhitoj! all the happiness of our past life!<br> Vse nashi vstrechi, razgovory, All our encounters, our conversations!<br> Zabyt' tak skoro, zabyt' tak skoro! To forget so soon, to forget so soon!</p> <p>Zabyt' volnen'ja pervykh dnej, To forget the excitement of the first days,<br> Svidan'ja chas v teni vetvej! of our meetings under shady branches!<br> Ochej nemyje razgovory, The wordless exchange of our glances.<br> Zabyt' tak skoro, zabyt' tak skoro! To forget so soon, to forget so soon!</p> <p>Zabyt', kak polnaja luna To forget how the full moon<br> Na nas gljadela iz okna, gazed at us through the window,<br> Kak kolykhalas' tikho shtora... how the curtain softly swayed...<br> Zabyt' tak skoro, zabyt' tak skoro, tak skoro! To forget so soon, to forget so soon, so soon!<br> </p> <p>Zabyt' ljubov', zabyt' mechty, To forget love, forget the dreams,<br> Zabyt' te kljatvy pomnish' ty, pomnish' ty, pomnish' ty? forget your vows - do you remember, do you remember?<br> V nochnuju pasmurnuju poru, v nochnuju pasmurnuju poru, taken in the somber hours of night, taken in the sombre hours of night!<br> Zabyt' tak skoro, zabyt' tak skoro! To forget so soon, to forget so soon!<br> Bozhe moj! Dear God!</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>3.<br> Kolybelnaya Cradle Song<br> Op.16, No1<br> Text by A.N. Maikov</p> <p>Spi, ditja mojo, spi, usni! spi, usni! Sleep, my baby, sleep, fall asleep, sleep, fall asleep!<br> Sladkij son k sebe mani: Beckon sweet dreams to yourself:<br> V njan'ki ja tebe vzjala I've hired as nannies for you<br> Veter, solnce i orla. The Wind, the Sun and the Eagle.</p> <p>Uletel orjol domoj: The Eagle has flown back home,<br> Solnce skrylos' pod vodoj: The Sun has hidden under the waters,<br> Veter, posle trekh nochej, And three nights later<br> Mchitsja k materi svojej. The Wind is rushing away to her Mother.<br> </p> <p>Sprashivala vetra mat': The Wind's mother has been asking:<br> "Gde izvolil propadat'? "Where have you been for so long?<br> Ali zvezdy vojeval? Have you been fighting the stars?<br> Ali volny vsjo gonjal?" Have you been chasing the waves?"</p> <p>"Ne gonjal ja voln morskikh, "I haven't been chasing the sea-waves,<br> Zvezd ne trogal zolotykh; I haven't been touching the golden stars,<br> Ja ditja oberegal, I have been guarding a baby<br> Kolybelochku kachal!" And rocking gently his little cradle."</p> <p>Spi, ditja mojo, spi, usni! spi, usni! Sleep, my baby, sleep, fall asleep, sleep, fall asleep!<br> Sladkij son k sebe mani: Beckon sweet dreams to yourself:<br> V njan'ki ja tebe vzjala I've hired as nannies for you<br> Veter, solnce i orla. The Wind, the Sun and the Eagle.<br> </p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>4.<br> Zachem Zhe Ty Prisnilasja Why Did I Dream of You?<br> Op.28, No.3<br> Text by LA, after Heine</p> <p>Zachem zhe ty prisnilasja, Why did I dream of you,<br> Krasavica daljokaja, unattainable beauty,<br> I vspykhnula, chto v polyme, and my lonely pillow<br> Podushka odinokaja? burn, as if on fire?<br> </p> <p>Okh, sgin' ty, polunochnica! O vanish, vanish, vision of the night!<br> Glaza tvoji lenivyje Your eyes are languorous;<br> I pepel kos rassypchatyj, your ash blonde hair is spread,<br> I guby gordelivyje - your lips haughty.<br> Vsjo najavu mne snilosja, Everything I dreamed was as true as waking,<br> I vsjo, chto grjoza veshnjaja, and, like a daydream in spring,<br> Umchalosja, i na serdce has now vanished, leaving in my heart<br> Legla pot'ma kromeshnaja! a dark void!</p> <p>Zachem zhe ty prisnilasja, Why did I dream of you,<br> Krasavica daljokaja, unattainable beauty?<br> Kol' stynet vmeste s grjozoju My lonely pillow grows cold,<br> Polushka odinokaja? together with my dreams.<br> Zachem zhe, zachem zhe ty prisnilasja! Why, O why did I dream of you?!</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">REYNALDO HAHN (1874-1947)</font></h4> <p>5.<br> Paysage A Landscape<br> Poem by André Theuriet</p> <p>A deux pas de la mer qu'on entend bourdonner Close by the booming sea,<br> Je sais un coin perdu de la terre bretonne In Brittany I know a sequestered spot<br> Où j'aurais tant aimé, pendant les jours d'automne, Where in autumn I would so have wished,<br> Chère, à vous emmener! My love, to go with you!<br> </p> <p>Des chênes faisant cercle autour d'une fontaine, Oaks encircling a fountain,<br> Quelques hêtres épars, un vieux moulin désert, Scattered beech, an old abandoned mill,<br> Une source dont l'eau claire a le reflet vert A well whose clear waters reflected<br> De vos yeux de sirène The green of your Siren's eyes</p> <p>La mésange, au matin, sous la feuille jaunie, The bluetit, each morning, among yellowed leaves<br> Viendrait chanter pour nous Would come to sing for us.<br> Et la mer, nuit et jour, And the sea, night and day,<br> Viendrait accompagner nos caresses d'amour Accompany our loving caresses<br> De sa basse infinie! With its boundless bass!</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>6.<br> Fumée Smoke<br> Poem by Jean Moréas</p> <p>Compagne de l'ether, indolente fumée, Companion of the ether, indolent smoke,<br> Je te ressemble un peu... I slightly resemble you...<br> Ta vie est d'un instant, la mienne est consumée; Your life lasts a moment, mine is consumed,<br> Mais nous sortons du feu. But we come forth from fire.</p> <p>L'homme pour subsister, en recueillant la cendre, Man, in order to exist, must gather aches,<br> Qu'il use ses genoux, While on his knees.<br> Sans plus nous soucier et sans jamais descendre, No longer caring, and never descending to earth,<br> Evanouissons-nous! Let us vanish!</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00"><br> KAROL MACIEJ SZYMANOWSKI (1882-1937)</font></h4> <p>7.<br> Taniec Dance<br> Text by the Persian "Hafiz" (Mohammed Schemsed-din); Polish translator anonymous<br> Op. 24, No.4</p> <p>Wszystkie dzis tancza, taniec plynie w krag! Everything is dancing, dancing, dancing.<br> Boski to plas! Boski, boski to plas! Dance is divine, divine.<br> Wioda plasy w ponczoszkach, Some dance barefoot,<br> Jda w sandalkach w tan, lub nago! some with shoes!</p> <p>Czesc! czesc, wam nago tanczace czesc! Up, up, you naked dancers!<br> Pieknoscia zuchwale! You beauties and muses!<br> Wszystkie dzis tancza, taniec plynie w krag! This day, everything is dancing!<br> Boski to plas! Boski to plas! Dancing with the gods! Dancing with the gods!</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p><br> 8.<br> Zakochany Wiatr Song Of The East Wind In Love<br> Text by the Persian "Hafiz" (Mohammed Schemsed-din); Polish translator anonymous<br> Op. 24, No.5</p> <p>O! Nieszczesnemu mnie! Oh, unfortunate me!<br> Któz wiesc przyniesie od mojej lubej? Who will bring me news of my Beloved?<br> Wprawdzie wschodni wiatr na ucho od niej cos mi zlecic chcial Although the East Wind came,and whispered a<br> message in my ear,<br> lecz szepcac jakal sie i mylil tak, he stammered and confused me,<br> zem niemogl pojac nic! so I could not understand!<br> To jedno wiem, to jedno wiem, I know it well, all too well;<br> On musial sie ten nedzarz he himself is the worst off,<br> dac upoic i olsnic tak drunk, spirit whirling,<br> kochanki mej pieknoscia, because of my Beloved's beauty,<br> lubej mej pieknoscia. her great beauty.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p><br> 9.<br> Smutna wiosna Spring Of Saddness<br> Text by the Persian "Hafiz" (Mohammed Schemsed-din); Polish translator anonymous<br> Op. 24, No.6</p> <p>Znów wiosna zawitala. Spring has come.<br> Pod jej tchnieniem narcyzy i hyacenty Laughing hyacinths, tulips and narcissus<br> z swoich grzadek na zloty wschodza blask. sprout from every field.<br> Lecz kedys ty? Kedys ty? Why are you waiting, still waiting?<br> Gleboko wziemi spisz pod nocy straza. Dark earth holds you fast.<br> Ja plakac bede wraz z wiosenna chmura, I will water you with my tears, like a springtime cloud,<br> a moze je szcze raz z pod ziemi mroków so that maybe, from your deep prison,<br> zablysniesz wio sny najpiekniejszym Kwiatem! you will rise, like the loveliest flower of Spring.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p><br> 10.<br> Zaloty And You Came Into My House<br> German text by R.F.L. Dehmel with Polish translation by Stanislaw Baracz<br> Op. 17, No. 3</p> <p>A gdy w dom mój niosac wdziek And you came into my house,<br> Czarnych zrenic ciskasz razy came with your dark beauty,<br> palm dalekich widzac mary I thought I saw distant palm trees,<br> Zrak twych biore kwiatów pek. thought you gave me a bouquet of flowers.<br> Te storczyki pelne rosy You gave me narcissus sparkling with dew,<br> rwalas zemna w kniej pustkowiu. that we had gathered in the lonely forest.</p> <p>Spocznij! zlóz na mem wezglowiu You lay on the red couch,<br> swoje czarne bujne wlosy. your black hair trailing over the armrest of my shoulder.<br> Wej dz! w mym domu roztocz wdziek, Come back to my home,<br> niech tam kwitnie lesne kwiecie, let the wildflowers blossom,<br> usta nasze plona przecie! let our young lips press together!<br> Daj mi, daj mi kwiatów pek! Give, o give me, your flowers!</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>11.<br> Wczesnym Rankiem High In The Morning Sky<br> German text by R.F.L. Dehmel with Polish translation by Stanislaw Baracz<br> Op. 17, No. 1</p> <p>Spójrz, jak ku gwiazdom wciaz sie wznosimy! See how we rise up to the stars!<br> Nasz wzrok promienny szczesciem Our eyes, brimming with good fortune,<br> olsniewa biela snieg szczytów. light up the snow on the mountains below;<br> Wnet sie z mgiel wynurza laki hal. soon the sun bursts through.</p> <p>O! Jak plona doliny i szczyty: The depths and heights around us glow red,<br> Hen tam wgórze, nad mgla oddechów, through the mist of our breathing,<br> ostatnich iskrzacych sie blasków gwiazd daleko wzwyz! reaching the farthest glimmer of distant stars!<br> Widnieje noc narodzin twych, The night of your birth shimmers with light,<br> swita nam wniebowziecia dzien. the day of our ascent to heaven sparkles.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p> </p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">FRANCIS POULENC (1899-1963)</font></h4> <h5><font color="#FF9933">Cinq Poèmes de Max Jacob Five Poems of Max Jacob</font></h5> <p>FP. 59, No. 1-5</p> <p>12.</p> <p>Chanson bretonne Breton Song</p> <p>J'ai perdu ma poulette I have lost my little hen<br> Et j'ai perdu mon chat. And I have lost my cat<br> Je cours à la poudrette I'd run myself to ashes<br> Si Dieu me les rendra. If God would give them back to me.</p> <p>Je vais chez Jean le Coz I went to Jean le Coz's<br> Et chez Marie Maria. And to Marie Maria's.<br> Va-t'en voir chez Hérode Go check at Herode's -<br> Peut-être il le saura. Maybe he will know.</p> <p>Passant devant la salle Passing by the hall<br> Toute la ville était là The entire town was there<br> À voir danser ma poule Watching my hen dancing<br> Avec mon petit chat. With my little cat.</p> <p>Tous les oiseaux champêtres All country birds<br> Sur les murs et sur les toits On the walls and on the roofs<br> Jouaient de la trompette Were playing the trumpet<br> Pour le banquet du roi. For the king's banquet.<br> </p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>13.<br> Cimetière Cemetery</p> <p>Si mon marin vous le chassez, If you chase away my sailor,<br> Au cimetière vous me mettrez, In the cemetery you will put me,<br> Rose blanche, rose blanche et rose rouge. White Rose, white rose and red rose.<br> Ma tombe, elle est comme un jardin, My grave, it's like a garden,<br> Comme un jardin, rouge et blanche, Like a garden, red and white,<br> Le dimanche vous irez, rose blanche, On Sundays you will go, white rose,<br> Vous irez vous promener, You will go for a walk,<br> Rose blanche et blanc muguet, White rose and white lily,<br> Tante Yvonne à la Toussaint Aunt Yvonne at All-Saint's Day<br> Une couronne en fer peint A wreath of painted iron<br> Elle apporte de son jardin She brings from her garden<br> En fer peint avec des perles de satin, Of painted iron with pearls of satin,<br> Rose rouge et blanc muguet. Red rose and white lily.<br> Si Dieu veut me ressusciter If God wants to resurrect me<br> Au Paradis je monterai, rose blanche, To heaven I will rise, white rose,<br> Avec un nimbe doré, With a golden halo,<br> Rose rouge et blanc muguet. Red rose and white lily.<br> Si mon marin revenait, If my sailor were to come back,<br> Rose rouge et rose blanche, Red rose and white rose<br> Sur ma tombe il vient auprès, By my grave he comes,<br> Rose blanche et blanc muguet. White rose and white lily.<br> Souviens-toi de notre enfance, rose blanche, Remember our childhood, white rose,<br> Quand nous jouions sur le quai, When we used to play on the dock,<br> Rose blanche et blanc muguet. White rose and white lily.<br> <br> </p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>14.<br> La petite servante The little maid</p> <p>Préservez-nous du feu et du tonnerre, Save us from fire and thunder,<br> Le tonnerre court comme un oiseau, Thunder runs like a bird,<br> Si c'est le Seigneur qui le conduit If the Lord is guiding it<br> Bénis soient les dégats. May the damages be blessed.<br> Si c'est le diable qui le conduit If the devil is guiding it,<br> Faites-le partir au trot d'ici. Kick him out of here.</p> <p>Préservez-nous des dartres et des boutons, Save us from rash and pimples,<br> de la peste et de la lèpre. From the plague and leprosy.<br> Si c'est pour ma pénitence que vous l'envoyez, If it's for my penitence that you send it,<br> Seigneur, laissez-la moi, merci. Lord, leave it to me, thank you.<br> Si c'est le diable qui le conduit If the Devil is guiding it,<br> Faites-le partir au trot d'ici. Kick him out of here.</p> <p>Goître, goître, sors de ton sac, Goitre, goitre, get out of your bag,<br> sors de mon cou et da ma tête! Get out of my neck and of my head!<br> Feu Saint Elme, danse de Saint Guy, St Elmo's fire, St Guy's dance,<br> Si c'est le Diable qui vous conduit If the devil is guiding you,<br> mon Dieu faites le sortir d'ici. My Lord, make it get out of here.</p> <p>Faites que je grandisse vite Make it that I grow up fast<br> Et donnez-moi un bon mari And give me a good husband<br> qui ne soit pas trop ivrogne Who will not be a drunkard<br> et qui ne me batte pas tous les soirs. And won't beat me every night.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>15.<br> Berceuse Lullaby</p> <p>Ton père est à la messe, Your father is at mass,<br> Ta mère au cabaret, You mother at the cabaret,<br> Tu auras sur les fesses You'll get it on your bum<br> Si tu vas encore crier. If you cry again.</p> <p>Ma mère était pauvresse My mother was a poor woman<br> Sur la lande à Auray In the countryside at Auray<br> Et moi je fais des crêpes And me, I make crêpes<br> En te berçant du pied. While rocking you with my foot.</p> <p>Si tu mourais du croup, Were you to die from laryngitis<br> Coliques ou diarrhées Colic or diarrhea<br> Si tu mourais des croûtes Were you to die from the scabs<br> Que tu as sur le nez, That you have on your nose,</p> <p>Je pêcherais des crevettes I would go catch shrimps<br> À l'heure de la marée At tide time<br> Pour faire la soupe aux têtes: To make head soup:<br> Y a pas besoin de crochets. There is no need for hooks.<br> <br> </p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>16.<br> Souric et Mouric Souric and Mouric</p> <p>Souric et Mouric, Souric and Mouric,<br> Rat blanc, souris noire, White rat, black mouse,<br> Venus dans l'armoire Come in the closet<br> Pour apprendre à l'araignée To teach the spider<br> À tisser sur le métier How to weave on the loom<br> Un beau drap de toile. A beautiful linen sheet.<br> Expédiez-le à Paris, à Quimper, à Nantes, Send it to Paris, to Quimper, to Nantes,<br> C'est de bonne vente! It's a good sale!<br> Mettez les sous de côté, Set the money aside,<br> Vous achèterez un pré, You will buy a meadow,<br> Des pommiers pour la saison Apple trees for the season<br> Et trois belles vaches, And three good cows,<br> Un boeuf pour faire étalon. A bull to be the stallion.<br> Chantez, les rainettes, Sing, little frogs,<br> Car voici la nuit qui vient, Since here comes the night,<br> La nuit on les entend bien, At night we hear them well,<br> Crapauds et grenouilles, Toads and frogs,<br> Écoutez, mon merle Listen my blackbird<br> Et ma pie qui parle, And my talking magpie,<br> Écoutez, toute la journée, Listen, all day long,<br> Vous apprendrez à chanter. You will learn how to sing.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">MARTIN HENNESSY (1953-)</font></h4> <p>17.<br> Lost Sense<br> Poem by Constantine Popa, translated by Martin Hennessy with Micaela Ionescu and Carmen Popa</p> <p>When you left I was born an orphan child.<br> Now at the height of day,<br> Light acts out its own tragedy<br> And moments die<br> In a womb of time.<br> The boundless frontiers of your absence plot no expectation!<br> Desert savages the flesh<br> Of the garden!</p> <p>There is no hope that will ripen here again...<br> Each morning is a door closed shut.<br> And the journey of life<br> Beckons no more!</p> <p>Copyright 1998 Maisie Light Publishing and Martin Hennessy. Used by permission of composer.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">CHARLES TOMLINSON GRIFFES (1884-1920)</font></h4> <p>18.<br> Thy Dark Eyes to Mine<br> Op.11, No.2<br> Poem by Fiona MacLeod</p> <p>Thy dark eyes to mine, Eilidh<br> Lamps of desire.<br> O, how my soul leaps -<br> Leaps to their fire.<br> Sure now if I in heaven,<br> Dreaming in bliss,<br> Heard but a whisper,<br> But the lost echo even of one such kiss -<br> All of the soul of me would leap afar<br> If that called me to thee<br> Aye, I would leap afar<br> A falling star.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>19.<br> The Rose of the Night<br> Op.11, No.3<br> Poem by Fiona MacLeod</p> <p>The dark rose of thy mouth<br> Draw nigher, draw nigher!<br> The breath is the wind of the south,<br> A wind of fire!<br> The wind and the rose and darkness,<br> O Rose of my Desire!<br> </p> <p>Deep silence of the night,<br> Husht like a breathless lyre,<br> Save the sea's thunderous might,<br> Dim, menacing, dire;<br> Silence and wind and sea,<br> They are thee,<br> O Rose of my Desire!<br> </p> <p>As a winded dying flame<br> Leaping higher and higher,<br> Thy soul, thy secret name,<br> Leaps thro' Death's blazing pyre!<br> Kiss me,<br> Imperishable Fire,<br> Dark Rose,<br> O rose of my Desire!</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p>20.<br> Nachtlied Night Song<br> Text by Emanuel Geibel</p> <p>Der Mond kommt still gegangen The moon so peaceful rises<br> mit seinem gold'nen Schein, with all its golden shine,<br> da schläft in holdem Prangen here sleeps in lovely glitter<br> die müde Erde ein. the weary earth below.<br> </p> <p><br> Und auf den Lüften schwanken And on the breezes waft down<br> aus manchem treuen Sinn from many faithful hearts<br> viel tausend Liebesgedanken true loving thoughts by the thousand<br> über die Schläfer hin. upon the sleeping ones.<br> </p> <p><br> Und drunten im Tale, da funkeln And down in the valley, there twinkle<br> die Fenster von Liebchens Haus; the lights from my lover's house;<br> ich aber blicke im Dunklen but I in darkness still look out -<br> still in die Welt hinaus. silent - into the world.</p> <center> <p>  <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><a href="index.htm" target="_top">Basa don (Turkce)</a>       <a href="../index.htm" target="_top">Home (English)</a></p> </center> <p align="left"> </p> <h3 align="left"><font color="#CC3399"><u>CD’DEN ORNEKLER (MP3 FORMATINDA)</u></font></h3> <P align="left"><a href="sounds/tchaikovsky.mp3">1. 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Bilinen o ki; annesi 1854’te koleradan oldugunde, 14 yasindaki Peter Illich ilk eserlerinden biri olan piyano icin walsi annesinin hatirasina yazdi. Sekiz yil sonra o zaman yeni acilan St. Petersburg Konservatuari’na girdi ve 1865’te Moskova Konservatuari’nda armoni profesoru oldu.</p> <p>1860’larin sonu ve 1870’lerin basinda besteledigi eserler her ne kadar St. Petersburg’daki milliyetci bestecilerin eserleri ile benzesse de (Halk sarkilarini ele alisi ve Glinka’dan esinlenen armonisi) diger bazi besteciler, Tchaikovsky’nin muzigini fazla duygusal ve az "Rus" olarak degerlendirdiler. Yine de Tchaikovsky, 19.yuzyilin sonlarinin basta gelen Rus bestecisi haline geldi. Orkestra icin ve bale icin muzikleri ve operalari ve sanat sarkilari ile cok verimli bir besteci idi. 1893 Kasim’inda, Pathetique Senfoni’nin sefligini yaptiktan dokuz gun sonra oldu.</p> <p>Tchaikovsky escinselligini bir sir olarak sakladi, kendisini bestelerine ve alkole vererek hayatinin buyuk bir bolumunu mutsuzluk ve yalnizlik icinde gecirdi. Ukrayna’da kizkardesinin evinde gecirdigi mutlu yazlar dahi kizkardesinin oglu Vladimir Davydov’a asik olunca icine dustugu sucluluk duygulariyla zedelendi. Evliligi seksuel problemlerine bir cozum olarak gordu ve muzigine hayran bir kadin kendisi ile iliskiye girince, bu kadina evlenme teklif etti. Bu evlilik yanlizca bir ay surdu ve felaketle sonuclandi: Tchaikovsky sinir krizi gecirdi, intihara tesebbus etti ve iki gun kendini bilmez halde yatti. Doktor ulkeyi terketmesini tavsiye etti. Sonraki iliskisi eserlerine hayran olan baska bir dul kadin, Nadezhda von Meck ile oldu; kadin yuzyuze tanismamayi sart kostu ve yanliz mektuplar araciligi ile gorustuler. Tchaikovsky’nin ruhsal durumu kotulesti ve 1890’da Meck aniden iliskilerine ve bestecinin aldigi harcliga son verdi.</p> <p>Tchaikovsky’nin olumu ile ilgili pekcok teori ortaya sunuldu. Zamaninda yayilan dedikodulardan biri en son senfonisi Pathetique’nin basarisizligi uzerine intihar etmis olmasi idi. Bir baskasi, kolera epidemigi sehri sarmisken kaynatilmamis bir bardak su ictigi ve bu hastaliktan oldugu idi. Ancak 20. Yuzyilin ikinci yarisinda bilimciler su iki varsayimi ortaya koydular: seksuel davranislari yuzunden eski okulunda bir onur kurulunca yargilandi ve intihar etmesi emredildi, veya kraliyet ailesinin bir erkek uyesi ile romantik bir iliskiye girmesi uzerine zehirle intihari icin tesvik edildi.</p> <p>Bugun Tchaikovsky butun zamanlarin en buyuk bestecilerinden biri sayiliyor; olaganustu melodik yaraticiligi, parlak orkestral yazisi, romantik ve tutkulu muzik duyarliligi hayranlik veriyor.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4 align="center"><font color="#FFCC00">REYNALDO HAHN</font></h4> <h5><font color="#FF9933">9 Agustos, 1874, Caracas, Venezuela -  28 Ocak 1947, Paris, Fransa</font></h5> <p>Reynaldo Hahn Paris’e cocuk yasta gitti ve Konservetuar’da Jules Massenet’den ders aldi. 1934 yilindan 1945 yilina kadar Le Figaro’da muzik kritikligi yapti ve Paris Operasi’nin direktoru oldu. Jacques Offenbach’in stilini takip eden operetlerinden bazilari L'Île du Rêve ve Ciboulette’tir. Ayrica bale muzikleri (La Fête Chez Thérèse ve Le Dieu Bleu) ve Edmond Rostand, Sacha Guitry ve diger yazarlarin tiyatro eserleri icin muzik besteledi.</p> <p>Hahn’in hatiralari zamanin muzik ve edebiyat yasantisini aydinlatmak acisindan cok deger tasir. En onemli iliskisi olan romanci Marcel Proust tarafindan yazilan cesitli biyografileri, Hahn’in escinselliginin nasil ele alindigini gormek acisindan cok ilginctir. Proust ve Hahn’in iliskisi, besteci 2 yasinda iken baslai ve iki yil surdu. (Hahn’in piyano suiti Portraits de Peintres, Proust’un siirlerinden esinlenerek bestelenmistir.) Proust’un biyografisini yazan George Painter, homofobik bir kucultme ile ekliyor: " Bu Sodom cukurunda Proust kendi kotu huylarini takip ederek, kendi gibilerine asik oluyordu (Reynaldo [Hahn] and Lucien [Daudet]). Edmund White, baska bir Proust biyografisi yazari, Proust’un roman karakteri Swan’in Odette’yi Paris’te geceyarisi arayisinin, Proust’un sevgilisi Hahn’I Paris’te bir gece umitsizce arayisinin ekosu oldugunu belirtiyor. Jean Yves Tadié, 1986’da yazdigi "Marcel Proust: Bir Biyografi" kitabinda Proust’un Jean Santeuil adli romanini Hahn’dan ayrildigi icin yazmayi biraktigini, cunku romani bu genc besteci icin yazmaya basladigini ekliyor.</p> <p>Gunumuzde Hahn genellikle hala birkaci konser repertuarlarinda yer alan sarkilari ile aniliyor. Bu CD’de bulunan sarkilar, biraz daha az bilinen ve bestecinin ses icin yazarken ortaya cikan melodik ve zarif dogasini gosteren eserlerdir.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4 align="center"><font color="#FFCC00">KAROL MACIEJ SZYMANOWSKI</font></h4> <h5><font color="#FF9933">6, Ekim 1882, Timoshovka, Ukrayna - 29 Mart 1937, Lausanne, Isvicre</font></h5> <p>Karol Szymanowski sanatla derinden ilgilenen bir ailenin cocugu olarak dogdu; kardesleri muzisyen, sair ve ressam oldular. Bestelemeye ve piyano calmaya cok kucuk bir yasta basladi ve 1901’de Varsiva’ya armoni, kontpuan ve kompozisyon ogrenmek icin gitti. Berlin ve daha sonra Viyana’ya gittiginde Debussy, Ravel ve Stravinsky’nin muzikleri etkisinde kaldi.</p> <p>I. Dunya Savasi’nin patlamasi Szymanowski’nin ulkesine donmesine sebep oldu. 1914-1917 arasi Avrupa’nin muzikal toplumundan isole edilmis olarak pekcok besteler yapti, Islam kulturu, erken Hristiyanlik tarihi, eski Yunan drama ve filozofisi ogrendi.</p> <p>Muzigi Paterewsky, Fitelberg ve ozellikle homoseksuel dogasini paylastigi Artur Rubenstein tarafindan yuceltildi. Chopin ve donemindekileri etkileyen Polonya milliyetciligi 19. Yuzyil boyunca etkisini gosterdi ve Rusya’nin baskilari sonucu daha da kuvvetlendi. Rus Ihtilali Szymanowski’nin savas zamani tecrit donemine son verdi. Guvenlik nedeniyle aile Timoshovka’da ihtilalciler tarafindan yerle bir edilen arazilerinden Elisavetgrad’a kactilar. 1919’da yeni cumhuriyetinilani ile Polonya’ya donduler.</p> <p>Szymanowski Polonya halk lehcesiyle yakindan ilgilenmeye basladi ve Polonya milliyetine ozgu bir stil yaratmaya calisti. Atonal dagarcigini terk etti, bunun yerine tonal bir dil, aksak ritm ve Zakopane’de yasayan dagli Tatralar’in dolambacli melodileri ile calismaya basladi. Unu ulkesinde ve disarida buyumeye basladi ve 1927’de Varsova Konservatuari’and direktor oldu. (Bu konservatuar, 1930’da Varsova Muzik Akademisi adini aldi.) Hayatinin geride kalan yillari pek kolay gecmedi, devamli bir geliri olmadigindan devamli konserler vermek zorunda kaldi. Szymanowski’nin son yillari hastalik ile golgelendi, veremine faydasi olmasi icin Davos, Grasse, Cannes ve Lausanne’a seyahat etti ve bu sehirde 29 Mart 1937’de oldu.</p> <p>Szymanowski 20. Yuzyilin en onde gelen Polonyali bestecisi kabul edilmektedir. Bu CD’de yer alan sarkilar kendisinin cok kisisel dagarcigi, sairane gorusu ve armonik ve teknik konulardaki gucunu gostermektedir.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4 align="center"><font color="#FFCC00">FRANCIS POULENC </font></h4> <h5><font color="#FF9933">7 Ocak, 1899, Paris, Fransa - 30 Ocak, 1963, Paris, Fransa</font></h5> <p>Poulenc daha sonralari Rhone-Poulenc Kimya Sirketi’in kuracak olan ailenin tek cocugu olarak zengin bir sinifa dogdu. Bes yasinda poyano calmaya ve birkac yil sonra kendi kendine ogrendigi bestecilige basladi. Hayati boyunca bir bestecilik egitimi almadi.</p> <p>Poulenc, Darius Milhaud gibi ister dini, ister komik eserler olsun, hep tonal muzik icinde eserler yazmaya inandi. 1937’de Hindemith’in de yazdigi gibi: " Muzik var oldukca hep Major gamdan cikacak ve Major gama geri donecektir. Bir ressamin ana renklerden, bir mimarin 3 boyuttan kacinamayacagi gibi, besteci de bundan uzak duramaz." Poulenc de yuksek stilli Richard Wagner’in mirasini reddederek, Igor Stravinsky’nin anti-Wagnerian modernizminden ilham aldi. Her ikisi de Wagnerianizm’e gosterdikleri ayni kararlilikla Schonberg’in oniki ton sistemine de sirt cevirdiler. Poulenc kendisini hicbir zaman buyuk bir oncu olarak gormedi ve 1942’de su yaziyi yazdi: " Igor (Stravinsky), Ravel ve Debussy gibi armonik bir yaratici olmadigimin farkindayim, ancak bence modern muzikte baskalarinin akortlariyla da muzik yapilabilir. Mozart ve Schubert icin de boyle degil miydi? Herneyse, zamanla benim armonik stilimin kisiligi daha bir ortaya cikacak. Ravel bir zamanlar ufak bir figur ve Debussy’nin taklitcisi sayilmiyor muydu?"</p> <p>Benjamin Ivry Poulenc’in en son biyografisinde (Phaidon Press, 1996) bestecinin hayati sirasinda edindigi buyuk popularitenin escinsel muzik tarihi icin nasil bir donum noktasi oldugunu acikliyor. 1991’de Poulenc’in binden fazla kisisel mektubu ve skecleri halka acildigi zaman, bu dokumanlar hayatinin erken yillarinda kendisinin nasil bir ikilem icinde oldugunu da ortaya koydu: dindar bir Katolik olarak buyumus, genc iken cocuklugunun dini inanclarini ustunden atamayan ancak gelenege aykiri seksuel istahi ile barisamayan gevsek bir escinsel hayata atilmisti. Bazi yazarlar, Poulenc’in ilk acik besteci oldugunu kabul ediyorlar. Kendi seksuel hayatini acikca tartisiyor, Ikinci Dunya Savasi sirasinda Paris Nazi isgalinde ve diger escinsel artistler kapali kapilar ardinda iken, erkek refakatinin kolunda "Gay Paris" adli toplantilara katiliyordu.</p> <p>Bugun Poulenc sarki formunun bir sanat formu olduguna dair derin anlayisi ile hayranlik kazaniyor. Sarkilari, bu CD’de de goruldugu uzere, lirik kaliteleri ve eslik ile sesin duyarli birlesimi ile takdir ediliyor. Diger pekcok piyano eserlerinde de oldugu gibi muzigi, parodiden trajediye ve dramaya, 18. Yuzyil Fransiz piyanosunun hafif, sehirli muzigi ile 20. Yuzyilin armonisini birlestiren bir genis palet iceriyor.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4 align="center"><font color="#FFCC00">MARTIN HENNESSY </font></h4> <h5><font color="#FF9933">3 Ocak 1953, Newtown, PA, ABD.</font></h5> <p>Martin Hennessy New York’ta yasayan seckin bir piyanist ve ses egitimcisidir. Georgetown Universitesi ve Julliard’da Samuel Sanders ve Marshall Williamson ile gordugu egitim, pekcok onde gelen sarkici ile birlikte calismasina kendisini hazirlamistir. Dile ve siire olan derin ilgisi, eslik etme becerisi ile biraraya gelerek kendisini cok degerli bir resital partneri kilmaktadir. Bel Canto Trio ve Ambassadors of Opera ile Avrupa, Amerika ve Asya’da genis turlar yapti. Juilliard American Opera Center ve Carlo Bergonzi Bel Canto Seminar’da egitici olarak calisti.</p> <p>Besteci olarak ASCAP ve Meet The Composer odulleri kazandi. Women’s Voices adli bir CD’de unlu besteci Ned Rorem ile birlikte eserleri seslendirildi. (Newport Classic Label NPD 85613) Besteleri Glendower Jones at Classical Vocal Reprints Yayinevi tarafindan yayinlanmaktadir. (<a href="http://www.classicalvocalrep.com" target="_blank">www.classicalvocalrep.com</a>) Manhattan’da verdigi konserler ile AIDS’I gorunur kilmayi hedef alan Pozitif Muzik Toplulugu’nun ana uyelerinden biridir. Promiyeri yapilan bestelerinden bazilari mezzo soprano, flut ve piyano icin Torch Song Sonata, solo flut icin Le Virus S’Amuse, soprano, cello ve bale icin Vocalise, kontr tenor, flut, cello, piyano ve perkusyon icin Benjamin Fraser’dir. Edgar Allan Poe’nun bir hikayesinden esinlenerek besteledigi Edgar adli muzikal Vital Theater Company tarafindan New York’ta seslendirilecektir.</p> <p>Kendisine 1988 yilinda HIV (AIDS) teshisi konuldugundan beri, Hennessy bu hastaliga yaratici-manevi bir yaklasim gostermektedir. Bu yaklasimla Martin Hennessy, Londra Helios Center’da gorevli terapistler ile yilda uc gun Aydinlanma Oturumu duzenlemektedir. (ayrintili bilgi icin: <a href="http://www.heliosenlighten.com" target="_blank">www.heliosenlighten.com</a>) Hennessy ayrica klasik sarkicilar icin bir pedagoji sayfasi olan <a href="http://www.musacom.com" target="_blank"> www.musacom.com</a>’da studyoda kayit yapmakta ve danismanlik gorevini surdurmektedir. Kendisinin Columbia Universitesi’nde Ingilizce diplomasi bulunmaktadir. Martin Hennessy Amerikan Dramatistler Birligi’ne uyedir.</p> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <h4 align="center"><font color="#FFCC00">CHARLES TOMLINSON GRIFFES</font></h4> <h5><font color="#FF9933">17 Eylul, 1884, Elmira, NY, ABD. - l 8 Nisan, 1920, New York City, NY</font></h5> <p>Konser piyanisti olmak uzere 1903 yilinda gittigi Berlin’de Griffes ilgisini ogretmeni Engelbert Humperdinck bestecilige cevirdi. 1907’de Amerika’ya dondu ve New York Eyaleti’nde Hackley School for Boys Okulu’nda muzik ogretmenligine basladi. Geri kalan tum hayatini bu eyalette gecirdi. Kendisi pek verimli bir besteci degildi, ancak herbir eseri yuksek kalitedir. Griffes Irlandali bir polisle romantik bir iliski yasadi ve cok genc yasta, 35 yasinda oldu.</p> <p>Almanya’da egitim gormekle beraber Fransiz Izlenimciligi etkisi altinda kaldi. Amerika’nin cikardigi en duygulu izlenimci ton sairi olarak kabul edilmektedir. Karakteristik olarak esrarengiz bir kirilganlik, belirsiz tonalite ve melodi ve esligin arasindaki sinirlari bulaniklastiran bir stil icinde besteledi.</p> <p>Ancak Griffes’in tini ve renge olan olaganustu kulagi kendisini Izlenimcilik’in otesine tasidi ve Oryental ve Rus muziklerinin etkisini uzerinde calistigi konularla birlestirerek orijinal ve kisisel bir anlati gelistirdi. Bu CD’de yeralan Griffes eserleri onun en guclu yonlerini yansitiyor: ses ve piyano arasindaki buyuleyici alisveris. </p> <p> </p> <center> <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><a href="index.htm" target="_top">Basa don (Turkce)</a>       <a href="../index.htm" target="_top">Home (English)</a></p> </center> <p align="center">  </p> <p> </p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">ELIF SAVAS, soprano</font></h4> <p>Istanbul dogumlu Elif Savas Felsen, Istanbul Universitesi Konservatuari'nda keman, Mimar Sinan Universitesi Konservatuari (Azra Gun ve Aydin Gun'un ogrencisi olarak) ve Peabody Konservatuari'nda opera egitimi aldi. Leyla Gencer Seminerleri'ne katildi. Savas, Uluslararasi Istanbul Festivali'nde yer aldi ve pekcok resitaller verdi. Kendisi bircok yarismadan odul sahibidir. Ayrica Elif Savas uluslarasi oduller kazanan "Darbe" dokumanter filmini yonetti ve iki yemek kitabi basti. Kendisi halen New York'ta yasamaktadir.</p> <h4><font color="#FFCC00"> </font></h4> <h4><font color="#FFCC00">MARTIN HENNESSY, piyano</font></h4> <p>Martin Hennessy New York’ta yasayan seckin bir piyanist ve ses egitimcisidir. Bel Canto Trio ve Ambassadors of Opera ile Avrupa, Amerika ve Asya’da genis turlar yapti. Juilliard American Opera Center ve Carlo Bergonzi Bel Canto Seminar’da egitici olarak calisti. Besteci olarak ASCAP ve Meet The Composer odulleri kazandi. Women’s Voices adli bir CD’de unlu besteci Ned Rorem ile birlikte eserleri seslendirildi. (Newport Classic Label NPD 85613) Besteleri Glendower Jones at Classical Vocal Reprints Yayinevi tarafindan yayinlanmaktadir (<a href="http://www.classicalvocalrep.com" target="_blank">http://www.classicalvocalrep.com</a>).  Kendisine 1988 yilinda HIV (AIDS) teshisi konuldugundan beri, Hennessy bu hastaliga yaratici-manevi bir yaklasim gostermektedir. Bu yaklasimla Martin Hennessy, Londra Helios Center’da gorevli terapistler ile yilda uc gun Aydinlanma Oturumu duzenlemektedir. (ayrintili bilgi icin: <a href="http://www.heliosenlighten.com" target="_blank">http://www.heliosenlighten.com</a><font face="Times New Roman">)</font></p> <p> </p> <center> <p>  <p align="center"><img src="../../_themes/artsy/arthsepa.gif" width="600" height="10"></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><a href="index.htm" target="_top">Basa don (Turkce)</a>       <a href="../index.htm" target="_top">Home (English)</a></p> </center> <h5 align="center"><font color="#FF9933"><font size="3">Odemeyi asagidaki adrese yapiniz:</font></font></h5> <h5><font color="#FF9933"><font size="3">Elif Savas<br> RR1 Box 2150<br> Athens, NY 12015 USA<br> </font></font></h5> <h5><font color="#FF9933"><font size="3"> <i>Copyright ©2000 MM Productions / elifsavas.com   Her hakki mahfuzdur. </i> </font></font></h5> <p class="MsoBodyText"> </p> </font></body>