Soon
program notes
In the small town where I live (Roosevelt, New Jersey), we have been
fighting to maintain the rural character of the community in the face of
increasing pressure to "develop" and suburbanize. The poem Soon
was written by one of my neighbors, Mike Hamilton, and I read in the
rather hopeful lines a chance to describe in sound my impressions of how
man's dreams (in this case, the selfish dream of real estate and development
profit) can turn into nightmares. All of the percussion in the piece came
from the sounds of my daughter Lian's set of Tinkertoys. I digitally
recorded the Tinkertoys into my NeXT computer and used various
signal-processing and compositional algorithms to manipulate their sound
and generate the rhythms heard in the music. The reader for the poem was
Mike Hamilton.
The text of the poem:
Soon -- by Michael Hamilton
Let us take a walk
My oldest friend...
Don't you remember?
It was in that other life
Not so long ago...
When I was just a newborn
And you were dying slow?
Those dreams we buried
In the back yard
The last time we met
Some twenty years ago...
Deep in the soil
Packed tightly
By the days
And footprints
And left
To die...
Where we are standing
Can you feel their breathing?
Do you feel them stirring now?
Soon
I know,
Soon
Their shoots will break the ground
Reaching for the sun...
Reaching for me.
Dig your pitchfork deep
For I must cultivate
This garden that seeks me!
Help me
Loosen the soil.
Soon
Those dreams we left for dead
Will burst
Into the light
And live again!