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"In my craft..." poem by Dylan Thomas
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jazz classical instrumental vocal opera orchestra chamber ballet
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Composer for large-scale performance work, ballet and opera. Have written music for classical theatrical productions of Shakespeare, ("The Tempest," "The Twelft
Loren Lieberman is a native of Denver, Colorado, now living on the West Coast in California, where he is best known for his work as an actor in Classical and Shakespearean Theatre. He has a degree from Sonoma State University in Theatre Arts, and has been an Honor's Music Composition Student at the College of Marin, Santa Rosa Junior College, and at Sonoma State University. He has won an award for composition from the Redwood Empire Music Association. He has recently completed an opera in Russian, based on the novel by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, "Cancer Ward", (and of the same name), and is currently working on his fourth opera, based on the Classical Tragedy by Sophocles, "Oedipus the King," with a libretto in Ancient Greek. His interest in languages has shaped much of his artistic temperment, and he is self taught in Russian and Sanskrit, and has hopes to begin his next opera, Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet," in Hindi.
Song Info
Genre
Classical Opera
Charts
Peak #112
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Dylan Thomas/Masaru Yonemitsu
Rights
adhikapokoya 2010
Uploaded
October 08, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.6 MB 128 kbps 1:47
Story behind the song
Please note that the copyright to the poem is active, and belongs to the estate of Dylan Thomas.
Lyrics
Dylan Thomas, (1914 – 1953) “In My Craft or Sullen Art…” In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labor by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art. (First published in 1946, in 'Death and Entrances').
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