for daegeum, gayageum, violin, viola, violoncello and contrabass
composed in2017
durationapprox. 8 min.
dedicated to이건용 Geonyong Lee, on occasion of his 70th birthdayfirst performanceSeptember 11, 2017
Berlin, Konzerthaus, Werner-Otto-Saal
ASIANART ENSEMBLE
Hong Yoo, Daegeum
You Jin Sung, Gayageum
Mathias Leupold, Violine
Chang-Yun Yoo, Viola
Gabriella Strümpel, Violoncello
Matthias Bauer, Kontrabass
publisherEDITION MEIJERINGprogram notes (german)(Bitgwa Baram - Light and Wind) entstand innerhalb von drei Tagen des späten Augusts 2017. Die Musik folgt dem koreanischen Rhythmus des Jinyangjo (
진양조). Die Harmonik ist totalchromatisch organisiert und wirkt dennoch aufgrund ihrer Oberton-Bezogenheit sehr tonikal. Im Verlauf der Musik intoniert das Ensemble singend die erste Strophe aus Bernart de Ventadorns Lerchenlied. Ventadorn spricht darin seine Bewunderung für den Gesang der Lerche sowie für deren Mut sich fallen zu lassen aus. Am Schluss des Lieds beschließt er, es der Lerche gleich zu tun indem er sich vollends seinem Gesang hingibt und jeglicher Weiblichkeit entsagt…
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Can vei la lauzeta mover
De joi sas alas contra.l rai,
Que s’oblid’ e.s laissa chazer
Per la doussor c’al cor li vai,
Ai! tan grans enveya m’en ve
De cui qu’eu veya jauzion,
Meravilhas ai, car desse
Lo cor de dezirer no.m fon.
Ai, las! tan cuidava saber
D’amor, e tan petit en sai,
Car eu d’amar no.m posc tener
Celeis don ja pro non aurai.
Tout m’a mo cor, e tout m’a me,
E se mezeis e tot lo mon!
E can se.m tolc, no.m laisset re
Mas dezirer e cor volon.
Anc non agui de me poder
Ni no fui meus de l’or’ en sai
Que.m laisset en sos olhs vezer
En un miralh que mout me plai.
Miralhs, pus me mirei en te,
M’an mort li sospir de preon,
C’aissi.m perdei com perdet se
Lo bels Narcisus en la fon.
De las domnas me dezesper!
Ja mais en lor no.m fiarai!
C’aissi com las solh chaptener,
Enaissi las deschaptenrai.
Pois vei c’una pro no m’en te
Vas leis que.m destrui e.m cofon,
Totas las dopt’ e las mescre,
Car be sai c’atretals se son.
D’aisso.s fa be femna parer
Ma domna, per qu’e.lh o retrai ,
Car no vol so c’om deu voler,
E so c’om li deveda, fai.
Chazutz sui en mala merce,
Et ai be faih co.l fols en pon;
E no sai per que m’esdeve,
Mas car trop puyei contra mon.
Merces es perduda, per ver,
Et eu non o saubi anc mai,
Car cilh qui plus en degr’aver,
No.n a ges, et on la querrai
A! can mal sembla, qui la ve,
Qued aquest chaitiu deziron
Que ja ses leis non aura be,
Laisse morrir, que no l’aon.
Pus ab midons no.m pot valer
Precs ni merces ni.l dreihz qu’eu ai,
Ni a leis no ven a plazer
Qu’eu l’am, ja mais no.lh o dirai.
Aissi.m part de leis e.m recre!
Mort m’a, e per mort li respon,
E vau m’en, pus ilh no.m rete,
Chaitius, en issilh, no sai on.
Tristeza, ges no.n auretz de me,
Qu’eu m’en vau, chaitius, no sai on.
De chantar me gic e.m recre,
E de joi e d’amor m’escon.
BERNART DE VENTADORN
(* 1130–1140; † 1190–1200)
CAN VEI LA LAUZETA MOVER
When I see the lark beat his wings
for joy against the sun's ray,
until he forgets to fly and plummets down,
for the sheer delight which goes to his heart,
alas, great envy comes to me
of those whom I see filled with happiness,
and I marvel that my heart
does not instantly melt from desire.
Alas, I thought I knew so much about love,
and really I know so little,
for I cannot keep myself from loving her
from whom I shall have no favor.
She has stolen from me my heart, myself,
herself, and all the world.
When she took herself from me, she left me nothing
but desire and a longing heart.
Never have I been in control of myself
or even belonged to myself from the hour
that she let me gaze into her eyes-
that mirror that pleases me so greatly.
Mirror, since I saw myself reflected in you,
deep sighs have been killing me.
I have lost myself, just as
handsome Narcissus lost himself in the fountain.
I despair of women,
no more will I trust them,
and just as I used to defend them,
now I shall denounce them.
Since I see that none aids me
against her who destroys and confounds me,
I fear and distrust them all
for I know well they are all alike.
In this my lady certainly shows herself
to be a woman, and for it I reproach her,
for she wants not that which one ought to want,
and what is forbidden, she does.
I have fallen out of favor
and have behaved like the fool on the bridge;
and I don't know why it happened
except because I tried to climb too high.
Mercy is lost, in truth,
though I never received it,
for she who should possess it most
has none, so where shall I seek it?
Ah, one who sees her would scarcely guess
that she just leaves this passionate wretch
(who will have no good without her)
to die, and gives no aid.
Since with my lady neither prayers nor mercy
nor my rights avail me,
and since she is not pleased
that I love her, I will never speak of it to her again.
Thus I part from her, and leave;
she has killed me, and by death I respond,
since she does not retain me, I depart,
wretched, into exile, I don't know where.
You will not see my sorrow,
for I depart, wretched, I don't know where.
I quit and leave off singing
and withdraw from joy and love.
