Zeynep Toraman
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The Same Moonlight [fl., ob., cl., cbsn., vln., vc., hp., pno.]
Written for and Premiered by Ensemble Proton Bern
[2023]
20. Februar 2023 - Aula Progr Bern
Dirigentin - Susanne Blumenthal
Flöte - Bettina Berger
Oboe - Martin Bliggenstorfer
Klarinette - Richard Haynes
Fagott - Elise Jacoberger
Harfe - Miriam Paschetta
Klavier - Coco Samuel Fried
Violine - Maximilan Haft
Violoncello - Jan-Filip Ťupa
Video & Ton - Joël Cormier
Grafik - Studio Flux
the Same Moonlight: fantasies on an Intermezzo
“…. As Valéry wrote of the intellectual scene before the war: “I see … nothing! Nothing … and yet an infinitely potential nothing.” In Valéry’s 1920 poem “Le Cimetière Marin” (“Graveyard by the Sea”) we read a Nietzschean affirmative call: “The wind is rising! … We must try to live!” … This nihilism recursively returns in the form of a Nietzschean test: a demon invades your loneliest loneliness and asks if you want to live in the eternal recurrence of the same—the same spider, the same moonlight between the trees, and the same demon who asks the same question.” (Yuk Hui, One Hundred Years of Crisis)
This piece is both my very personal rendering of the intermezzo from Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 28, Op. 101, and also an intertextual tracing of allusions to moonlight across various 19th century texts.
This is the same moonlight that is the halting apparition present at once during an encounter in a fragrant garden by moonlight or also, and also the moment where the moon had just risen behind a white mass of clouds, and this same moonlight is also the reason why all this can be explained by the fact that half of it is mirage or moonshine, or some hallucination of that sort.
Or in an alternate universe: Last winter, when I lived near Treptower Park, I walked along the water everyday listening to Veridis Quo on repeat, and this piece is an honest attempt to capture and recreate the way I felt at that time.
“And this slow spider, which crawls in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you in the gateway, whispering together, whispering of eternal things—must not all of us have been there before?” (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra)
composition | film music | theory
bio • works • calendar • listen • contact
<<
The Same Moonlight [fl., ob., cl., cbsn., vln., vc., hp., pno.]
Written for and Premiered by Ensemble Proton Bern
[2023]
20. Februar 2023 - Aula Progr Bern
Dirigentin - Susanne Blumenthal
Flöte - Bettina Berger
Oboe - Martin Bliggenstorfer
Klarinette - Richard Haynes
Fagott - Elise Jacoberger
Harfe - Miriam Paschetta
Klavier - Coco Samuel Fried
Violine - Maximilan Haft
Violoncello - Jan-Filip Ťupa
Video & Ton - Joël Cormier
Grafik - Studio Flux
the Same Moonlight: fantasies on an Intermezzo
“…. As Valéry wrote of the intellectual scene before the war: “I see … nothing! Nothing … and yet an infinitely potential nothing.” In Valéry’s 1920 poem “Le Cimetière Marin” (“Graveyard by the Sea”) we read a Nietzschean affirmative call: “The wind is rising! … We must try to live!” … This nihilism recursively returns in the form of a Nietzschean test: a demon invades your loneliest loneliness and asks if you want to live in the eternal recurrence of the same—the same spider, the same moonlight between the trees, and the same demon who asks the same question.” (Yuk Hui, One Hundred Years of Crisis)
This piece is both my very personal rendering of the intermezzo from Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 28, Op. 101, and also an intertextual tracing of allusions to moonlight across various 19th century texts.
This is the same moonlight that is the halting apparition present at once during an encounter in a fragrant garden by moonlight or also, and also the moment where the moon had just risen behind a white mass of clouds, and this same moonlight is also the reason why all this can be explained by the fact that half of it is mirage or moonshine, or some hallucination of that sort.
Or in an alternate universe: Last winter, when I lived near Treptower Park, I walked along the water everyday listening to Veridis Quo on repeat, and this piece is an honest attempt to capture and recreate the way I felt at that time.
“And this slow spider, which crawls in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you in the gateway, whispering together, whispering of eternal things—must not all of us have been there before?” (Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra)