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BACH St. Matthew Passion.
Nothing in Bach is unready, or does it point to the future; in everything he touched he said the last word. But just because he said the last word for his time, he has perhaps said the last word for all time.
Sing for
him,
GÓRECKI
Symphony of Sorrowful Songs.
Little song-birds of God,
For his mother
Cannot find him.
It is
impossible to live without hope. 
PENDERECKI
A Polish Requiem. The Dream of Jacob.
· KRZYSZTOF PENDERECKI
(b. 1933).
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On 1st September, 1939, Hitler's armies invaded Poland. The rest as they say, unfortunately, is history.This is a special series of articles from The Flying Inkpot Classical Music Reviews: our quest this month is to remember those who died in the terrible wars of the 20th century, the last of this millenium, at the end of this millenium.
We call this the Requiem Cycle. In Latin, the word "Requiem" means "rest", something which we all seek at some time, something which many artists, including composers, have sought to express in their art in reaction against the horrors of mankind. But art, unlike war, is an act of creation, of life; hence, it is not our intention to merely commemorate the dead, but also to celebrate the living, of Life irrepressible in the face of Death.
The Requiem Cycle is also pleased to feature the art of Sir Stanley Spencer (1891-1959), war artist of Great Britain during World War 2, this year being the 40th anniversary of his passing.
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"... he isn't
dead, he is only 'gone away'... There are men and women who live
on beyond their death. ... all those who become the stuff of legend
- whence they return to walk among us forever." |
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SHOSTAKOVICH Symphony No.13 "Babi Yar". Haitink (Decca).
I am each
old man who was shot here,
I am each child who was shot here,
No part of me can ever forget this.
Such a bitter
blow either destroys one or bears one up on all the strength which has
been lying dormant....I was saved by music. 
SUK
Asrael Symphony.
The moon
gives you light,
VAUGHAN
WILLIAMS Dona Nobis Pacem.
And the bugles and the drums give you music,
And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,
· WALT
WHITMAN (1819-1892).
Remembrance is the key.