SEVEN VOICES
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    • Emily Norcliffe
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  • Contributors
    • TT19 >
      • Delphine Chalmers
      • Kate Weir
      • Natalie Perman
      • Kwan Q Li
      • Alex Beukers
      • George Wilson
    • MT18 >
      • Catherine Cibulskis
      • Bethan James
      • Rose Morley
      • Maia Webb-Hayward
      • Kwan-Ann Tan
      • Hannah Patient
      • Martha West
    • TT18 >
      • Jonny Budd
      • Charlotte Bunney
      • Jack Cooper
      • Nick Smart
      • Sarah Spencer
      • Simran Uppal
    • HT18 >
      • Clara Atkinson
      • Haroun Hameed
      • Meredith Kenton
      • Billy Lucas
      • Jessie Palmer
      • Anjelica Smerin
      • Emily Wigoder
    • TT17 >
      • Harri Adams
      • Julieta Caldas
      • Hannah Chukwu
      • Anietie Ekanem
      • Bea Grant
      • AS
      • Annabel Sim
    • HT17 >
      • Ed Maclean
      • Georgina Lloyd-Owen
      • Surya Bowyer
      • David Carey
      • Robert Jackson
      • Minying Huang
      • Jessica Ockenden
    • MT16 >
      • Charles Pidgeon
      • Adham Smart
      • Rebecca Thornton
      • Thomas Hornigold
      • Annie Hayter
      • Adam Milner
      • Thomas Lawrence
    • TT16 >
      • Thea Keller
      • Rebecca Took
      • Dominic Leonard
      • Anna Manning
      • Ben Ray
      • Harry Baker
    • HT16 >
      • Catriona Bolt
      • Ryan O'Reilly
      • Rebecca Marks
      • Ed Gould
      • Honor Vincent
      • Pierre Antoine Zahnd
      • Lindsay Tocik
    • MT15 >
      • Alexander Shaw
      • Lucy Byford
      • Emma Lister
      • JK
      • Kat Lewis
      • Maria Shepard
      • Adam Turner
    • TT15 >
      • Tom Gaisford
      • Jemma Paek
      • Harry Jones
      • Nasim Asl
      • Charlotte Pence
    • HT15 >
      • Ariel Fresh
      • James P Mannion
      • GL
      • I H-M
      • James Mooney
      • Tom Pease
      • Shivani Kochhar
  • Seven Voices
    • TT19 >
      • 1: mottle
      • 2: foam
      • 3: cinders
      • 4: milky
      • 5: dew
      • 6: grounding
      • 7: syrup
    • MT18 >
      • 1: ephemera
      • 2: alcove
      • 3: harem
      • 4: off-kilter
      • 5: stillborn
      • 6: embrace
      • 7: bloom
    • TT18 >
      • 1: percolate
      • 2: limerence
      • 3: wonky
      • 4: diaphanous
      • 5: hiraeth
      • 6: epoch
      • 7: epiphany
    • HT18 >
      • 1: scintillate
      • 2: periphery
      • 3: azure
      • 4: architect
      • 5: limbs
      • 6: ethereal
      • 7: opaque
    • TT17 >
      • 1: act
      • 2: wish
      • 3: fall
      • 4: cry
      • 5: restraint
      • 6: choice
      • 7: consequences
    • HT17 >
      • 1: truth
      • 2: digital
      • 3: horizon
      • 4: sharp
      • 5: luck
      • 6: savage
      • 7: uprising
    • MT16 >
      • 1: shelter
      • 2: morning
      • 3: colossus
      • 4: conceal
      • 5: curiosity
      • 6: recursion
      • 7: spirit
    • TT16 >
      • 1: coincidence
      • 2: details
      • 3: release
      • 4: we
      • 5: spiral
      • 6: dream
      • 7: endings
    • HT16 >
      • 1: evolve
      • 2: doubt
      • 3: memory
      • 4: &
      • 5: physical
      • 6: light
      • 7: permanence
    • MT15 >
      • 1: eclipse
      • 2: submersion
      • 3: collect
      • 4: voyage
      • 5: conflict
      • 6: portal
      • 7: map
    • TT15 >
      • 1: partial
      • 2: suspension
      • 3: £
      • 4: downstairs
      • 5: silence
      • 6: orbit
      • 7: final
    • HT15 >
      • 1: fantasise
      • 2: terror
      • 3: an awkward encounter
      • 4: in between
      • 5: wheel of fortune
      • 6: elemental
      • 7: races
  • Contact

3: Lindsay Tocik

14/2/2016

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3: Catriona Bolt

14/2/2016

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AFTER MARK
 
[If performer wishes to interpret this this passage by very staccato]
 
When I marked the moment of first seeing your face it was
Sunday morning at 5 o’clock and I’d woken
dreaming of it pressed against mine from behind and to one side.
 
If it was a memory
the room was unfamiliar.
 
I am going to accept its reality as a proof of curved time.
 
My life will fly towards it as when 
a falcon stoops, screaming down
warm air, ripping its wings, and the sun placed
behind dazzles the young pigeon below;
the grey bird oblivious travels on;
flecked warrior above limned in light holds
course; a juxtaposition of feathers;
the two spiral to earth like Icarus
[and Daedalus weeps for a thousand years]
the two spinning to earth one dying
one flexing its talons for landing square
[and Icarus’ bright feathers scatter
the Aegean Sea].
 
If it was a memory
the room was unfamiliar.
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3: Rebecca Marks

14/2/2016

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3: Honor Vincent

14/2/2016

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Visions
 
The tree outside is perfectly still
—in that it wobbles
around the outline--
The stillness of something not quite there
Existing in the pause between seconds.
 
Images
slip like that too
Hovering about the frame;
 
Light through the window a moment
Imprints the room in red
—and my eyelids when you’re gone--
And for days we see framed clouds blinking
 
But like evening primrose the mind blooms
only a moment
Then settles into stillness
 
And soon, searching with hazy arms,
Visions disappear:
The world shrivels under scrutiny.
 
But, sometimes, in the moments just before sleep,
Like snow drops they slip up from the ashes,
Planted and forgotten.
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3: Ryan O'Reilly

14/2/2016

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3: Pierre Antoine Zahnd

14/2/2016

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Maria João Pires was expecting to play another concerto
 
          “When I started the first bar of the D Minor she kind of jumped and panicked  like…
          like an electric shock, I think. She couldn’t consider even moving ahead playing, you
          know? Then we talked a moment… and the miracle is that she has such a memory
          that she could within a minute switch to a new concerto without making one
          mistake.”

          –Conductor Riccardo Chailly
 
Playing a Mozart concerto
is very much like
riding a bicycle.
 
But she looked desolate:
kept plucking
her hair out, saying
 
she couldn’t. I knew I had
the other one somewhere but if
we swapped it now the audience
 
would notice. When her part came
she treated the keyboard
like it might be trapped.
 
I never worried, though.
As I implied before,
playing a Mozart concerto is like tapping
 
into the latent until it
remembers you. She knew the piece
beyond pulse and muscle.
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3: Ed Gould

14/2/2016

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