Bijdetijds
wo 4 jun 2025 20:00 uur
In deze uitzending ontmoeten traditie en moderniteit elkaar met nieuwe werken van vier Australische componisten. Australië heeft een lange koortraditie. De Britse kolonisten brachten in de 18e eeuw ook hun zanggeschiedenis mee. De muzikale traditie van de oorspronkelijke Aboriginal bevolking was hoofdzakelijk vocaal. Instrumenten verschenen pas later op het toneel. In deze uitzending ontmoeten traditie en moderniteit elkaar met nieuwe werken van vier Australische componisten. Speellijst • Stephen Leek – Kondalilla • Christine McCombe • – Power in Stillness • – A Lexicon of Dreams • Luke Speedy-Hutton • – Fern Hill 1 • – Fern Hill 2 • – Unspoken • Tom Henry – Gagudju Man • – This Earth • – Sacred • – Retrun to Earth • Australian Chamber Choir onder leiding van Douglas Lawrence • CD: Move MCD 660 • Teksten • Stephen Leek – Kondallila • Ouyen watches the whispers of time, • Passing over the black water in the breeze. Ouyen listens, • Hidden in the shadows • Counting the splashes and tracing the dream. Christine McCombe – Power in Stillness • There is a power, In stillness, In silence, In waiting • Looking up to the sky, Feeling the earth below, • Standing in awe, And silence • Listening • There is a power, In stillness, In silence, In waiting • Listening, To the spaces between trees • As we stand And breathe • Finding the quiet within • There is a power, In stillness, In silence, In waiting • Remembering, That we can stand alone • And still be connected • Like the quiet language of trees • Beneath the surface, Their roots entwined • Reaching out and holding strong • There is a power, In stillness, In silence, In waiting. Christine McCombe – A Lexicon of Dreams • Wings, A dream of wings. A bird, I am flying. Looking down At tree tops • A forest of tree tops. I see a clearing, A path, leading somewhere … • I dream I am in a boat On a wide river, • Being carried along by its current. A wide river, leading out to sea. I am a boat, Alone in the ocean. Floating away from shore. A dream of stairs, Endless stairs • Like Piranesi or Escher, Going up and up • But never ascending. There is a door. I open it. Limitless blue, The sky opens up before me. I dream of a ladder, • Like Jacob dreamed of a ladder Reaching up • Rung after rung, Higher and higher I climb. And like Jacob I hear a voice, saying • 'I am with you. I will not leave you.' • I hear birds, Music. Luke Speedy-Hutton – Fern Hill • Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs • About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, • The night above the dingle starry, • Time let me hail and climb • Golden in the heydays of his eyes, • And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns • And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves • Trail with daisies and barley • Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns • About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, • In the sun that is young once only, • Time let me play and be • Golden in the mercy of his means, • And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves • Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, • And the sabbath rang slowly • In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay • Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air • And playing, lovely and watery • And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple stars • As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, • All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars • Flying with the ricks, and the horses • Flashing into the dark. And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white • With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all • Shining, it was Adam and maiden, • The sky gathered again • And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light • In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm • Out of the whinnying green stable • On to the fields of praise. Tom Henry – This earth • This earth I never damage. I look after. This ground and this earth, like brother and mother. Earth. Like your father or brother or mother, • because you born from earth. You (got to) come back to earth. We come from earth, bones. We go to earth, ashes • Tom Henry – Sacred • Our story is in the land. It is written in those sacred places. Dreaming place… We can't break law. No-one can walk close to those sacred places. Dreaming place…sacred places. …secret place (not small. Secret place is biggest one. Everywhere. Powerful. … something underneath, (under) the ground • Tom Henry – Return to earth • This ground and this earth, like brother and mother. Like your father or brother or mother, • because you born from earth. You got to come back to earth. When I die I become earth [again]. I'll be buried here. I'll be with my brother, my mother. My spirit has gone back to my country, • my mother. Luke Speedy-Hutton – Unspoken • Not for a single moment did I imagine that this solemn and awful duty • would one day fall to me*. These two men are laying down their lives in mankind's most noble goal • the search for truth and understanding. The enemy is not the soldier with his rifle nor even the airman prowling • the skies above our cities and towns, but the deadly power of abused • technology. In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the • constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are • epic men of flesh and blood. Fate has ordained that the men who went • on the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace. They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned • by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will • be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the • unknown. It is this close bond of family life that must be our greatest defence against • the unknown. Now this madness of war is once more spreading through • the world. Every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will • know that there is no hope for their recovery … know that here is some • corner of another world that is forever mankind. As we strive together to fight off the new evil, let us pray for our country • and men of good will wherever they may be. God bless you all.
