Librettos
The image of a lone tree in a desolate landscape, which I saw in a printed photograph, has become a recurring motif in my work, including my recent exhibition 2008 / 2009 < 2009 / 2010 at Sue Scott Gallery, where the image in different forms populated the walls and floors of the installation.
The image of a lone tree in a desolate landscape, which I saw in a printed photograph, has become a recurring motif in my work, including my recent exhibition 2008 / 2009 < 2009 / 2010 at Sue Scott Gallery, where the image in different forms populated the walls and floors of the installation.
American poet Yusef Komunyakaa and Irish poet Paul Muldoon talk of T. S. Eliot and racism, poetry and music, Native Americans and the self—as a writer and a reader—in a culture that is as global as it is specific.
ACT ONE
1. Sleepsong
(The Tenor is alone in bed. Two Bassoonists play.)
“I would say that Americans don’t need a literature of the macabre because they’re so busy enacting it within their society.”
