Words ‘N Music
Progress is being made on the dissertation. Slowly, surely. I’ve developed a much clearer sense of the overall form, as well as the structure of subsections within each larger portion of the work, and today I’ve begun to chip away at the narration. It’s an interesting challenge, because I’m not really crafting a concrete narrative of a particular character or group of characters. Instead, the narrative function of the piece is that of a meta-narrative, effectively insinuating myth or folklore, except without the benefit of a buffer created by implausibility, royalty, and other -ty. That may be a harsh way to characterize it, but I don’t know too many people who would swear by the historical accuracy of The Ring (Wagner, not horror).
This is still an early draft, and I’m still a long way from having a keen idea of what will or won’t work within this context, but the following comes at the conclusion of the children’s war games, the first macro section of the piece. The bolded portion will be sung, and there will be a lullaby along with/underneath the narration. This subsection is currently allotted about one minute.
“Children! Children! Come home, it’s getting dark!”
And with that, the soldiers were made boys again. Each stared at his enemy, and, after a silent, ocular negotiation of armistice, burst into a giddy sort of laughter – the kind of laughter that follows a fight the origin of which has been forgotten somewhere on the distant side of dawn. They sprinted homeward, for they had been called by love, frantically hoping to remain ahead of the darkness that tightened its grip on the land with each stride.