The next post from the Knecht&Kirby concert is my Sandburg cycle.
I have enjoyed Carl Sandburg's poetry since it was suggested to me in 9th grade by friend Kevin Boyd. This set of 5 songs is about 5 years old now. I appropriately wrote it over the move to Cornhusker country. There is something about his poetry that is at once humorous and very serious - like all good things. After showing one setting to a composition teacher, he said, "I don't know if I'm supposed to laugh or cry." I responded, "That's exactly what I was attempting." Incidentally, the "Grieg" movement accompaniment was composed completely by reassembling different Grieg motives out of context.
III. PERSONALITY: MUSINGS OF A POLICE REPORTER IN THE IDENTIFICATION BUREAU
You have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb.
You have led a hundred secret lives, but you mark only one thumb.
You go round the world and fight in a thousand wars and win all the world's honors, but when you come back home the print of the one thumb your mother gave you is the same print of thumb you had in the old home when your mother kissed you and said good-by.
Out of whirling womb of time comes millions of men
and their feet crowd the earth and they cut one anothers' throats for room to stand and among them all are not two thumbs alike.
Somewhere is a Great God of Thumbs who can tell the inside story of this.
IV. GRIEG BEING DEAD
Grieg being dead we may speak of him and his art.
Grieg being dead we can talk about whether he was any good or not.
Grieg being with Ibsen, Björnson, Lief Ericson and the rest,
Grieg being dead does not care a hell's hoot what we say.